July 9th, 2007 at 09:48:39 PM

Watch out for the energies passing your broken body as you stand on the edge of eviction.
You are not really dancing on borderline destruction--
You are not really tripping over travesties and trickeries--
You are not really loving the listeners throughout your life--

You are you.

A boy, A girl.
Of some certain age
Who lives somewhere in some place
With colored eyes and rainbow hair
Drinking imported beer or kiddie cocktails
and
Wouldn't you like to know--

Death likes to tango.

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May 10th, 2007 at 08:54:01 PM

i can hear the words moving
relieving moments of soothing
secured memories that explained
of all the courage corrupted and waned
its brighter than the moonlight
glowing and flowing throughout the night

and i can hear these words spinning
because i am neither losing or winning
to fate itself, in all its glories
of deathly armor and golden stories
pierce my souls and cross my hearts
let me go and jump violent starts

because i can hear these words sinking
with every eye, wondering, thinking
of my old time with secret cover
drifting over open wounds that suffer
with such sweet sorrow instead of pain
and with meager guidance i shall stand in the rain

eagerly waiting to hear those words of mine
and my comrades' that tell me it will all be fine

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April 14th, 2007 at 12:58:37 AM

Voices are whispering, constant chatter

Taking thoughts and rumors, mouthing lips

And again it walks, the entity of a

Monster, creeping up behind me with

The lies of a greater evil and it—

It punches me, through the back and

Into my heart and squeezes slowly and

Sturdy; I watch the false words crawling

In and taking shelter in the flowing arteries

Of compliments, turning them darker,

And it turns bluer and blacker—

Ice is born, unfazed and un-melted,

And my eyes, they turn silver and gray,

White and missing, pale and dull,

And my mouth, it never moves,

It never speaks, it never tilts,

And my brain, now closed and blocked,

Now dead and cold, now missing and gone.

It’s hearing these accusations and

Watching them come true—

It strikes me as an odd occurrence,

Yes, I need that one soul, the only soul;

He keeps me alive and he ails me,

He has no feelings, or rather hides them,

Watch as he walks closer—

My eyes, colored—

My mouth, smiling—

My brain, debunking—

Turning those ruinous rumors into ended lies,

Changing those searching missions into closed topics,

I walk, and I disband any hope of breaking my soul

That shines of extraordinary strength.

 

And time stands still, and the monster breaks into

a m i l l i o n pieces and the greater evil is cleansed

And I smile, I truly do, because those false words

have been b r o k e n into old pasts, because of my power

The persona of friendship, it stills mutiny—

my p o w e r of me.

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