Misty eyes
A Devils cry
Outward to the masses
An evil of your proportions
Measurement and mind
An attempt to divide the lost minds
Run away from such darkness
Never return to this density
Of brain and of brawn
Power breeds ignorance
Ignorance breeds hate
Be knowledgeable
Be free
With love still,
<3
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Bright Shinning Future
Darling the air is lovely here, fresh freedom from your hellish hands. Running away from such pained past mistakes, alone in the green fields I shall dance, I shall take back my living presence. No longer will the memories of an adolescent love, innocent at first, yet after one anniversary of it birth and then some, it fell apart as snow on the mountainside, one minuscule, audible word can shatter such a strong connection as glass splinters into millions of pointless pieces, although the last fact may or may not be symmetrical to the heart witch we shared, that Is yet to be decided. A bright light has come over my perception, and as it fades... I shall observe my future.
Open eyes,
<3
Open eyes,
<3
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Arrogance And Worry
Death shall become her once the time is perfection. She is the poster child for Sensory deprivation. I have but many ideas to spew upon such a senseless slut, I wish to scream on her direction...
Your mind has not rotted, it's merely been smoked out of your soft skull, it's starving for intelligence, it's gorged upon itself, as youve denied it truth for too long. Yet no longer shall your body go unpunished for your selfish games. Such immaturity breeds fury in the hearts of those that care, though youd never know, nor realized those identities. there is no reason left for your blind eyes to stare, as you have no were left to turn. you're a lot cause cunt on a dead end path. Oh, he'll has no fury like a broken hearted wrath.
Peal your eyes
Watch your back
The end is nearing
It should be of no surprise
Ready your frail form for the reality shock my so called darling,
<3
Your mind has not rotted, it's merely been smoked out of your soft skull, it's starving for intelligence, it's gorged upon itself, as youve denied it truth for too long. Yet no longer shall your body go unpunished for your selfish games. Such immaturity breeds fury in the hearts of those that care, though youd never know, nor realized those identities. there is no reason left for your blind eyes to stare, as you have no were left to turn. you're a lot cause cunt on a dead end path. Oh, he'll has no fury like a broken hearted wrath.
Peal your eyes
Watch your back
The end is nearing
It should be of no surprise
Ready your frail form for the reality shock my so called darling,
<3
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Reality View
I have a mind of my own, it Is the warmest of homes. I'm not a sheep, nor wolf, But a Shepard living quietly alone. A house atop the hill, downward a valley where all mindless sheep shall roam
The dirt beneath my fingernails has settled in stoic silence, the epitome of violence long lost to the length of my living time
Sickness and guilt has long since taken away any peers eligible of intelligent conversation, lonely stations on the radio, no notes of song but just mere sounds of home
Fictitious tales of others worthy of my breath, I know I bleed the hints of arrogance, but it's all that I have left.
Left, like the day you left me here, to drown in self pity in the form of tears. Fears, like those we carry, secret from the world, for they are who we truly marry. Marriage with such boastful beasts, we havent choice but to believe that they are who we are and what we can never acend above.
But we can, oh we can, the wings have been upon our backs from the beginning. A thinning herd of mindless sheep, oh whom will never in their wings.
The dirt beneath my fingernails has settled in stoic silence, the epitome of violence long lost to the length of my living time
Sickness and guilt has long since taken away any peers eligible of intelligent conversation, lonely stations on the radio, no notes of song but just mere sounds of home
Fictitious tales of others worthy of my breath, I know I bleed the hints of arrogance, but it's all that I have left.
Left, like the day you left me here, to drown in self pity in the form of tears. Fears, like those we carry, secret from the world, for they are who we truly marry. Marriage with such boastful beasts, we havent choice but to believe that they are who we are and what we can never acend above.
But we can, oh we can, the wings have been upon our backs from the beginning. A thinning herd of mindless sheep, oh whom will never in their wings.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
One Idealists Hopes For The Future
Its quite a shameful fact that many of the living homo sapiens within the atmosphere of this teal sphere confuse the random chance and probability of events and actions with the false spirit of "luck". no such element exists and no amount of hopeful nor wishful thinking can nor will change that truth. a periodic certainty. all we view is the mathematics unfold beyond our eyes. fair tales are not the answer darlings. grow up and put false faith to bed and awaken the skills to move into a greater future. a bright and brilliant day. a day where this planet is not seeping with hatred, dripping from every pore out our skins. a day where differences shall not cause harm nor hell. where the only thing judged is that of a living character, not of dead and done customs that need to be buried with the bones of those who had sewn those discriminatory seeds, the very same ground shall consume their bodies. a fade of this darkness night where we now strain out eyes to see and can barely move amongst the past evils. true and real evils. a shining new day on the horizon. change shall occur. this darkest evening shall soon be illuminated by true enlightenment and not just a mere chemically induced one. we must join together, arm in arm, and march forward, strong and able, into this new love.
these are just ones idealists hopes for the future,
<3
these are just ones idealists hopes for the future,
<3
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Pale Skinned Huntress
As she awoke from her birth, she entered that savage waste, like a newborn ready for the rotting grave
grown up and through abuse and selfish deeds witch still have not been admitted to this day
i, however, saw beyond the wall which you had so tedious and meticulously built up upon the frown ground beneath your legs
after years of artful passion and sacrifice, your truest form, no longer hidden, set free by illicit ideas and actions
finally allowing me to brake the binding chains from my wrists and ankles. no longer a slave in the bondage of a love of lies
oh how i used to love your sovereign scent, yet now all i can smell is the smoke, goddamned simple minded fool. such light trickery has molded your thoughts into blubbering babble
i have left such a prison and no longer sympathize with you and your heartless lack of remorse
moving up above such lowly and uncivilized customs, neanderthal cunt
i can now breathe the freshest of oxygen and, with a clear head and vision, i can become what i was meant to be.
who knows what such positions those could possibly be, certainly not the man witch vents upon this digital page and in such futuristic stylings
this is the sun rise where i shall to ascend above the clouds of poisonous pollution and take my place among what lies ahead
times, places, people, actions, these are all yet to be decided and shall take the utmost attention and drive. machine like madness.
i am merely thankful to have ridden myself of such a leach as yourself and can finally mutate and morph into a beautiful from of everything in my potential
the clock ticks till the grave...
such years away? or right around every chaotic corner?
i cannot know for certain, as no thinker can
as for now I'm going off the deep end in fashion
I'm going out in potent style
a handsome disarray
thank you for the inspiration to destroy you,
<3
grown up and through abuse and selfish deeds witch still have not been admitted to this day
i, however, saw beyond the wall which you had so tedious and meticulously built up upon the frown ground beneath your legs
after years of artful passion and sacrifice, your truest form, no longer hidden, set free by illicit ideas and actions
finally allowing me to brake the binding chains from my wrists and ankles. no longer a slave in the bondage of a love of lies
oh how i used to love your sovereign scent, yet now all i can smell is the smoke, goddamned simple minded fool. such light trickery has molded your thoughts into blubbering babble
i have left such a prison and no longer sympathize with you and your heartless lack of remorse
moving up above such lowly and uncivilized customs, neanderthal cunt
i can now breathe the freshest of oxygen and, with a clear head and vision, i can become what i was meant to be.
who knows what such positions those could possibly be, certainly not the man witch vents upon this digital page and in such futuristic stylings
this is the sun rise where i shall to ascend above the clouds of poisonous pollution and take my place among what lies ahead
times, places, people, actions, these are all yet to be decided and shall take the utmost attention and drive. machine like madness.
i am merely thankful to have ridden myself of such a leach as yourself and can finally mutate and morph into a beautiful from of everything in my potential
the clock ticks till the grave...
such years away? or right around every chaotic corner?
i cannot know for certain, as no thinker can
as for now I'm going off the deep end in fashion
I'm going out in potent style
a handsome disarray
thank you for the inspiration to destroy you,
<3
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