Lonely are the days, ever quiet, hiding in plain sight
If they only knew, the demon behind the mask, lurking and waiting
Built of pain, constructed of sorrow, bonded by torment
Ever fueled by the masochistic thought, a core found in darkness
A repetition of mindless torture, always seeking to find that which fails.
What is true, that which falls short, forever lurking in the depths of ones mind
To wake, repeat and shatter, only to find oneself empty
Wanting so badly to hold that which is just out of reach
Knowing without doubt that it shall sit there, taunting and mocking
Full of regret, never telling, ever hiding.
As always, it comes to pass, fades, falls silent within a moments glance
Never knowing what lies beyond truth, ever searching to discover ones fault
Cannot come forth, unable to peel away that which stands front
Standing alone, ever silent in the darkness of ones constructed reality
Forgetting the simplest of memories, falling blinding to that which is fate.
Friday, November 27, 2009
IT
Born in ashes of lost memories, torn apart by forgotten dreams.
One must wonder what IT is, IT that drives, IT that destroys.
A separation of truth, fantasy relived, and legend everlasting.
Standing alone, remembering one's own past, only to forget the future.
Chaos and despair, two sides of the same coin, ever still on its edge.
Love born into hate, shadowed by fear.
The feelings that dwell, the feelings that pass.
Ever understanding are the moments forgotten, renewed over and again.
To live, not living, but death everlasting.
A constant reminder of loss, of pain.
That which follows, disappearing only to reappear in dreams.
A shard of hope, a single piece of sand, everlasting through the ages.
To wake, only to repeat again.
One must wonder what IT is, IT that drives, IT that destroys.
A separation of truth, fantasy relived, and legend everlasting.
Standing alone, remembering one's own past, only to forget the future.
Chaos and despair, two sides of the same coin, ever still on its edge.
Love born into hate, shadowed by fear.
The feelings that dwell, the feelings that pass.
Ever understanding are the moments forgotten, renewed over and again.
To live, not living, but death everlasting.
A constant reminder of loss, of pain.
That which follows, disappearing only to reappear in dreams.
A shard of hope, a single piece of sand, everlasting through the ages.
To wake, only to repeat again.
Choices...
To the left, darkness the everending struggle to find peace
The right, hope the everlasting struggle to find despair
Two of the same, one over the other yet different
Unable to feel, unable to fear, how one describes the difference
The toss of a coin, only to land on its edge
A blurred memory, time spent laughing, time spent in tears
Darkness fades into light, just so light can burst into darkness
Which is which, a path to follow, one of confusion or one of clearity
Undefined pleasentries, bound together by fate
Standing torn, ripped apart by freedom
Fearing the outcome, only to find it wanting
Measured equal as the scale shifts, left then right
The coin spinns, ever increasing, never slowing
To go left and find nothing, or right and loose everything
Only the choice of unbalanced fate.
The right, hope the everlasting struggle to find despair
Two of the same, one over the other yet different
Unable to feel, unable to fear, how one describes the difference
The toss of a coin, only to land on its edge
A blurred memory, time spent laughing, time spent in tears
Darkness fades into light, just so light can burst into darkness
Which is which, a path to follow, one of confusion or one of clearity
Undefined pleasentries, bound together by fate
Standing torn, ripped apart by freedom
Fearing the outcome, only to find it wanting
Measured equal as the scale shifts, left then right
The coin spinns, ever increasing, never slowing
To go left and find nothing, or right and loose everything
Only the choice of unbalanced fate.
Time Lost
Time lost, yet never forgotten
Friends of the past, support us in the present and make us in the future
Memories lost in time, become glimmers of light in the distance
Guiding us to that which we hold most dear
A moment, frozen forever
Never lost, and always remembered.
Friendships made yesterday, seem all but gone today
Renewed by chance, a spark of hope
Holding us to what we once were
Something larger then large, and smaller then small
For that time was ours
Then and now.
A chance encounter
Brought upon by the present, never seen by the past
The future to guide us together
But maybe tear us apart
For time has been lost, But I have never forgotten
The memories of what once was
And the memories of what is to come.
Friends of the past, support us in the present and make us in the future
Memories lost in time, become glimmers of light in the distance
Guiding us to that which we hold most dear
A moment, frozen forever
Never lost, and always remembered.
Friendships made yesterday, seem all but gone today
Renewed by chance, a spark of hope
Holding us to what we once were
Something larger then large, and smaller then small
For that time was ours
Then and now.
A chance encounter
Brought upon by the present, never seen by the past
The future to guide us together
But maybe tear us apart
For time has been lost, But I have never forgotten
The memories of what once was
And the memories of what is to come.
Mirrored...
So looking up into the sky...watching the stars collide, explode, recycle back into nothingness
One fails to understand the reasons things happen, stands wanting to ask why
To lack truth, force fed garbage, made to believe lies
Having given ones all, only to have it steped on, returned with ashes
Like the stars collide, emotion explodes, manupliated to ones whim
Now standing, empty and longing, a simple choice, always wrong.
Reasons for despair, complete and perfect torment
The essence of what is thought to be pure and true
Reflected as total chaos and filth
What was once longed after, now found in disgust
A smile, to hide the true face of sickness, of hate, bitter distaste
All to conceal the brilliance of pity and sorrow.
One fails to understand the reasons things happen, stands wanting to ask why
To lack truth, force fed garbage, made to believe lies
Having given ones all, only to have it steped on, returned with ashes
Like the stars collide, emotion explodes, manupliated to ones whim
Now standing, empty and longing, a simple choice, always wrong.
Reasons for despair, complete and perfect torment
The essence of what is thought to be pure and true
Reflected as total chaos and filth
What was once longed after, now found in disgust
A smile, to hide the true face of sickness, of hate, bitter distaste
All to conceal the brilliance of pity and sorrow.
Mocking...
that look, that smile...
lets raise our glasses, heres to new things
its the top of the 4th, and you are up to bat. watch the ball, do you swing and miss, or is it a hit?
a smiple touch, biting my tongue, cutting my finger
forgiveness fades, the melody continues on
tonight, answers forgotten, tomorrow questions reborn...same as yesteryear
lets raise our glasses, heres to new things
its the top of the 4th, and you are up to bat. watch the ball, do you swing and miss, or is it a hit?
a smiple touch, biting my tongue, cutting my finger
forgiveness fades, the melody continues on
tonight, answers forgotten, tomorrow questions reborn...same as yesteryear
Request
A blinded serenade, fallen upon deaf ears
Forgotten is the beauty, the purity, the pain
As first fallen snow shimmering in the moonlight
We fall, into darkness the sprites dance
Transcending the simplest of things, she breaks through the wall
Allowing a single tear, falling from ones cheek, fading upon a finger
Standing still, spiraling into mass confusion
Questions never answered, answers without questions
A philosophy of doubt within the psychology of pain
Wondering why, wandering throughout the passage of bliss
To find oneself at the gates of torment evermore.
Forgotten is the beauty, the purity, the pain
As first fallen snow shimmering in the moonlight
We fall, into darkness the sprites dance
Transcending the simplest of things, she breaks through the wall
Allowing a single tear, falling from ones cheek, fading upon a finger
Standing still, spiraling into mass confusion
Questions never answered, answers without questions
A philosophy of doubt within the psychology of pain
Wondering why, wandering throughout the passage of bliss
To find oneself at the gates of torment evermore.
Tis Better...
"Tis better to have loved and lost, then never loved at all"...
Words spoken by someone lacking, through complex simplicity
Through lies, deceit, trust given through spoken word
Knowing the truth, one plays to ones own advantage
Be it fear, chaotic misguidance that leads on
Unable to realize the truth, so simple and currupt
Standing alone, ever confused yet crystal clear
Reaching out, grasping at ones heart, to fall and crumble
Time in and time out, chances given
Forgetful one might be, dishonest and true
A roll of the dice, a flimsy chance
Not wanting the stability of heads, to embrace the chaos that is tails
Tip back the bottle, bury that which falls heads
As spirits flow, tails shines through
A simple kiss, a snuggled embrace
Never to realize the truth, nothing but a childish game
Cannot feel, cannot imagine
Houling winds, rip open the time
A unseen trip, casting its reflection amidst the start
Nothing but pain, residing within ones self
"Tis better to hate and forget, then ever love at all"
Words spoken by someone lacking, through complex simplicity
Through lies, deceit, trust given through spoken word
Knowing the truth, one plays to ones own advantage
Be it fear, chaotic misguidance that leads on
Unable to realize the truth, so simple and currupt
Standing alone, ever confused yet crystal clear
Reaching out, grasping at ones heart, to fall and crumble
Time in and time out, chances given
Forgetful one might be, dishonest and true
A roll of the dice, a flimsy chance
Not wanting the stability of heads, to embrace the chaos that is tails
Tip back the bottle, bury that which falls heads
As spirits flow, tails shines through
A simple kiss, a snuggled embrace
Never to realize the truth, nothing but a childish game
Cannot feel, cannot imagine
Houling winds, rip open the time
A unseen trip, casting its reflection amidst the start
Nothing but pain, residing within ones self
"Tis better to hate and forget, then ever love at all"
Rain
A forgiving rainfall, caressing the face of beauty
Forgetting the pain, releasing that which lies within
Dreams, illusions...different, yet one in the same
The simple desire, fading into a neverending void.
Untouched and unwanted, despised for all
Burried within, the purest of truths, a glimmer of hope
Casting away all doubt and forgoing all fear
Starting anew as a pebble skips across the pond
Unable to act, lost in a sea of possibility
To stand tall, or revert back...turn away and collapse
Within her eye, a glimmer...an untouched gem
Perfect in every way, yet flawed and scarred
Reaching for a simple touch, acceptance of truth
Evergrowing feelings, immersed in an ocean of eternity
One regret, ever tormented by that simple question
Forgiveness is a virtue, damned and cursed.
Forgetting the pain, releasing that which lies within
Dreams, illusions...different, yet one in the same
The simple desire, fading into a neverending void.
Untouched and unwanted, despised for all
Burried within, the purest of truths, a glimmer of hope
Casting away all doubt and forgoing all fear
Starting anew as a pebble skips across the pond
Unable to act, lost in a sea of possibility
To stand tall, or revert back...turn away and collapse
Within her eye, a glimmer...an untouched gem
Perfect in every way, yet flawed and scarred
Reaching for a simple touch, acceptance of truth
Evergrowing feelings, immersed in an ocean of eternity
One regret, ever tormented by that simple question
Forgiveness is a virtue, damned and cursed.
Forsaken
Forsaken are the days past, gentle and true
Simplistic honesty, lost amidst ever creeping disorder
Once thought to be right, proper, respectalbe
Now a shunned taboo, disregarding effort and sincertiy.
A process, few standing fast, yet found wanting
Forgoing ones own path, skipping across a farce
The torture of thy own agony, brought upon by dishonesty
Weaved through the keyhole of doubt.
Spinning endlessly through an empty sky
A chaotic blunder of inner turmoil, total silence
Loathing that on the outside, detesting that lying within
Confusion and fear...doubt and pity, shining brighter then ever
Unable to succeed, ever failing
A blistered crossroads, choices unmaped
Turn away, to be true and deserted
To continue onward, fictitious and satisfied.
Simplistic honesty, lost amidst ever creeping disorder
Once thought to be right, proper, respectalbe
Now a shunned taboo, disregarding effort and sincertiy.
A process, few standing fast, yet found wanting
Forgoing ones own path, skipping across a farce
The torture of thy own agony, brought upon by dishonesty
Weaved through the keyhole of doubt.
Spinning endlessly through an empty sky
A chaotic blunder of inner turmoil, total silence
Loathing that on the outside, detesting that lying within
Confusion and fear...doubt and pity, shining brighter then ever
Unable to succeed, ever failing
A blistered crossroads, choices unmaped
Turn away, to be true and deserted
To continue onward, fictitious and satisfied.
Haze
Lost in a foggy haze, without direction or barring
Always searching, gazing forth through mindless dreams
A beacon, just outside ones reach, ever calling yet fading away
The spark of a new tune, the bitterness of chance, calming and bliss
The past fades revealing truth, the facade of hate breaks away
Awaiting a reply, agony and fear disperse into comfort
Thoughs abound, all pointing in the direction of whats lost
The timeless search, screaching to a sudden halt, found at ones fingertips
Breaking through the gates, a flood of forgotten memory
Dreaming, wondering...yet completely awake
Calling out yonder, a caressing echo returns
Warmth and contentment, the final tossing
Spinning round, rising up and fading away
As the dust settles, chaos turns to ash
A gust of peace clears the field, trust reborn from ashes of doubt
Having been pulled out of the abyss by beauty and bliss.
Always searching, gazing forth through mindless dreams
A beacon, just outside ones reach, ever calling yet fading away
The spark of a new tune, the bitterness of chance, calming and bliss
The past fades revealing truth, the facade of hate breaks away
Awaiting a reply, agony and fear disperse into comfort
Thoughs abound, all pointing in the direction of whats lost
The timeless search, screaching to a sudden halt, found at ones fingertips
Breaking through the gates, a flood of forgotten memory
Dreaming, wondering...yet completely awake
Calling out yonder, a caressing echo returns
Warmth and contentment, the final tossing
Spinning round, rising up and fading away
As the dust settles, chaos turns to ash
A gust of peace clears the field, trust reborn from ashes of doubt
Having been pulled out of the abyss by beauty and bliss.
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