Saturday, March 31, 2007

just words

I love the madness that derives my soul
Infidelity drawn in short gasps and sighs of infamy
Populated thoughts that filled a barren mind
A sniper aims at my head I wait for the bullet
Playing a song in my head I wait for death and them other inevitable
Dum da ri did um dum dum da ri did um dum
Sang the cuckoo from its nest
I wasn’t tomorrow waiting for today
I was just lost in my caravan of woes
Dj wont u play my melody
Wont u ever set me free and all these worlds that lived in me
Random thoughts swirling in a lava lamp of confusion
Kisses and misses left on a platform for zombies
Plucking the petals off of this dying concert
My karaoke concert for the dumb and the mute
I remedy the brandy with cocaine
I remedy the love with pain
I’m the Jesus that died for himself
I’m the narcissus who was betrothed to his reflection
I am vanity inspired by starvation
I am love inspired by worse
Did I tell you about the time I died?
Just to see if I could fly
The curiosity sadly never killed this fucking cat
The bleeding never bottled the pain
Searching for the answer that died in me
I smother your tears with bruises
Smashing my thought into your head
Ramming my meaning into your being
Where did I die Sophia?
Where did I die ?????????????

blah from me

I took a swig as I lie asleep in your casket
Dying for u hoping you’d stay alive for a breath I swore at u
To be inspired by a servant of lust and death
Maybe an insipid vagrant dilemma
But to me completion of a task that was never a struggled path
Sarcasm in my blood levitation in my soul I fly high
Along with the million souls that cried on my grave for
The wannabe the superman of the silly fool network I love being useless
I love playing my broken songs on a my splintered guitar
Don’t u dare tell me you’ll love me so early I’ll leave u like I loved u
Ask for me at the counter and you’ll be convinced I checked out
From this motel the motel of marmalade
This bittersweet symphony written for the brave not for the meek
Stamp on me my fellow spartans I might be strong but not brave
Typing the blabberdash I wrote along the way I wish for ten seconds in a kiss
We’r locked with lips and hips and swaggers of kings
In laughs and smiles and lives that lived too long
The story never ends the tune never stops
But all good things come to an end
And protocol is my suicide note

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

CRY

my angel bit my tears
and she made them sting a lil bit more
i clasped her hands she hated me for makin her twitch
i didnt care i held on to my last thread of hope
she drew her hands away a silent good bye
i let go with a tear in my eye
i dont wish on stars nemore they hate me for askin too much
as the world flew past me i stared out the window and wept
wishin the world for u while u unheedingly slept
the gods looked down and saw me cry
they predicted for me a dead end
i was a story worth the read
an ode or a word or a memory
for all the world to pity and see
look how he died for his angel bride
she never looked back but he sat and cried..
"teardrops come set me free
i've loved her enough now let me be"