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    Nocturnal Lullabies


    Breaking free from captivity
    Another day for me
    To see the sky
    Completely.

    I have been forgotten
    in the dark wasteland
    through fields of lost city lights
    a bright century I have known.

    The sky is an infinite explosion
    I worshipped the meteors all night
    and scar tissue when I cut you out
    breathing my last breath
    Suffocating my doubt.

    Searching for an escape from
    This terrible century
    and existence was the answer
    not false histories and rape
    like the Queen of everything
    I’m fighting the temptation
    To hate.

    He will come back with his weaponry
    the storm will pass and I will be free
    I am the High Priestess
    I know the only way out of here
    I will show them a war
    A hell thats hotter than you.

    Now that he is under my spell
    I will dominate this kingdom
    within the epileptic mind of a demon
    He will keep dancing for no one
    In the race to conquer fear.

    Please don't issue apologies
    for the pain you caused me
    you can't be won over
    by reprieve from your robed marquis
    you're guilty of your lust.

    It’s a blind coffer underneath
    bound in a series of episodes
    A snake in the weeds
    and in your silence is harmonic
    and this is ironic
    but I don't want to smile anymore
    Not for the aperture she
    Put over my eyes for this chrome
    Paradise.

    As the night grows ill
    I know I wont feel numb
    The area has been cleared
    A new world order has gone
    the engineers have all disappeared
    one by one to their doom
    It was more fun when
    The flowers bloomed.

    I'm no crowning spoil
    For a plastic resistance
    he meant nothing to you believe me
    in a backwards reality
    We are forced lobotomies
    They took your faith and tried
    Nothings left I lied
    The great champion of secrets

    As the night goes dull
    I show him the knife in my nightmare
    the one he was meant to kill me with
    in another reality that doesnt exist
    because we are at war with one another
    with the war lords who murder
    angels like us in our sleep
    and make us into the stars they worship
    as the shadows creep around
    under our skin and we don't die
    From paramour music in
    The sky.

    As the sun is a giant clock in the cloud
    and he doesn't want to talk about it
    he just sits there as the noose is tied
    staring at the nothing and I can't stand do
    give him the answer to the question
    because to him everything is a lie
    and everything I am
    meant nothing to my friends
    But why was the sky so white
    I am worrying that they don't know
    Things I can't hide.

    Take this collar and chain
    now you can feel me again
    promise that you won't be impaired
    when I bind you; must be prepared to
    be brave, and don't try to run
    it was just a dream behave son
    you can worship me or just say your prayers
    I hope your not shaking

    please don't be scared of the number one
    don't impress me, just don't address me
    or express more than an apology

    I watch your every move
    every curve and every place I can retrace
    once your body adjusted to my sight
    and I am just playing a game
    and I opened my eyes today
    just to watch the clouds float away
    But today I'm ok today

    I'm ready

    If you were more than a memory
    you were not just any one
    not a true rebellion
    you were my adoration
    a doll I could dress up like my friends
    and repair; wipe off the tears
    and pretend to care.

    Don't close your eyes; guy
    I won't be bothered by the cries
    you won't deny me; alibi
    nor can you defy me with a holy lie
    I am bound by only what I am
    I am beautiful, you know it, damn
    I am showing you all that I see
    the world is capable of me
    and nothing can be anything
    When you can be.

    You were everything to me.
    So much stronger
    than you were a danger
    I can't change the things you feel today
    in his arms I feel strange
    free of all the pain and harm
    I hear the sound of the alarms
    And I want to run away forever

    There is a siren in the light
    she is bright
    sings me to sleep
    Fight or fly
    Planes so high

    I'm not a creep
    I hear the wind in my sleep
    and the sound of winter; don't deny them
    I've been through a lot of stormy weather
    There was a dream unbroken where
    vows were unspoken and
    emotional promises made
    delicate to remarry in the brigade
    too hard to unwind like
    dancing like hysteria like the sky
    Like andromeda

    and we whisper to the sound
    of love in her nightmares
    and we sleep to the sound of
    affairs that didn't really matter
    things that were everything
    But they weren't aware
    and nobody cared
    it never really seemed to make sense
    we were everywhere
    playing defense
    but then nothing to anyone was right
    now everything's obscure.

    Just stay quiet until we riot at night
    as if defending each scar
    or scribbles of war on a train car
    just searching in each other
    for something that was
    right there.
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    United States of Madness

    I was eight and mommy had a secret
    She was supposed to be with him
    Some guy named Jim sheíd met in high school a sweet heart but they stopped it
    She was given an interrogation
    Trump and Trump fooled the nation
    The prescriber has medicine in a filing cabinet.

    I was just eight and mommy had a secret. Blackmailed some guy named Jim the writing in the letter wasnít by him.
    I was right there but they switched it to a false memory says the nurse behind a secret history with broken children in it.

    They say your sickness is a curse we paid for but nothing was learned in that metaphor. You see you were split into pieces and put onto a monopoly board.

    She went to the University studying political science but thatís not the full story the masked assassins spoke mad game of violence between classes and pumped the lines with dope for the masses.

    Her story though never written was hidden behind white paint and metal bars chalked before their barriers were her selfless stars. She was the first to be broken and reassembled on the shelf but her conspiracy theory was a bold universe exploding within itself. Her repressed memories retired as princes of a new age rushed to turn the page.

    Her book had no chapter and the silence was clear laughter. Her father left she pulled open the cabinet of secrets. A womanís face is blurred another motherless world a psychotic king an imbalanced brain of addiction and psychosis a complex neurosis born perfect and died shattered to come back from that dark matter reborn from labels dad says doctor gives her the pills to induce meaning as incurable as the disease beaten into her brain that we are all insane.

    Iím tired of looking for the truth as I push my fingers into the dirt it hurts the earth when itís the easy way out to dance over my own grave the moment I uncover the bodies buried under me the more I feel brave to expose their decomposing dreams between two oppositions two raised flags behind smoke screens and an atom of truth a million people screaming donít give up donít lose hope this courage is our only chance.

    Itís as if despite faithless despair there was a path God had been clearing for us and a time after all this chaos when mommyís dreams were real and I could feel more and it made sense that we had defenses not a wall not a shitty fence for the one percents engineered experience.

    From the night shift she sleeps inducing stories that never end and people that donít pretend. This waking commercial nightmare. Iím dizzy and my visions getting blurrier I canít believe that Iím cured but cure is a subjective word. Itís ok honestly Iíll take the happy pills and it all gets better the voices will disappear lost to poverty Iím voiceless but they want me to be. Iím trying my best to fake the answers on a ready made test with a mind full of cancer.

    You were the greatest and hated by most of us inside we all pushed you to it and we couldnít hide we lost you because this was a war on power not pride she knew that the media lied. Between the battle of lies wasting their time on people with problems nothing came close to the prize for the glory of a President while motherless immigrants laid in a dump and the red blood stain of America was honor to his poor brainwashed disciples thinking they wonít be the first ones sacrificed in these States of madness and suicide.
    Last edited by crazybitch; 08-05-2018 at 06:53 PM.

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    Nocturnal Lullabies


    Breaking free from captivity
    Another day for me
    To see the sky
    Completely.

    I have been forgotten
    in the dark wasteland
    through fields of lost city lights
    a bright century I have known.

    The sky is an infinite explosion
    I worshipped the meteors all night
    and scar tissue when I cut you out
    breathing my last breath
    Suffocating my doubt.

    Searching for an escape from
    This terrible century
    and existence was the answer
    not false histories and rape
    like the Queen of everything
    I’m fighting the temptation
    To hate.

    He will come back with his weaponry
    the storm will pass and I will be free
    I am the High Priestess
    I know the only way out of here
    I will show them a war
    A hell thats hotter than you.

    Now that he is under my spell
    I will dominate this kingdom
    within the epileptic mind of a demon
    He will keep dancing for no one
    In the race to conquer fear.

    Please don't issue apologies
    for the pain you caused me
    you can't be won over
    by reprieve from your robed marquis
    you're guilty of your lust.

    It’s a blind coffer underneath
    bound in a series of episodes
    A snake in the weeds
    and in your silence is harmonic
    and this is ironic
    but I don't want to smile anymore
    Not for the aperture she
    Put over my eyes for this chrome
    Paradise.

    As the night grows ill
    I know I wont feel numb
    The area has been cleared
    A new world order has gone
    the engineers have all disappeared
    one by one to their doom
    It was more fun when
    The flowers bloomed.

    I'm no crowning spoil
    For a plastic resistance
    he meant nothing to you believe me
    in a backwards reality
    We are forced lobotomies
    They took your faith and tried
    Nothings left I lied
    The great champion of secrets

    As the night goes dull
    I show him the knife in my nightmare
    the one he was meant to kill me with
    in another reality that doesnt exist
    because we are at war with one another
    with the war lords who murder
    angels like us in our sleep
    and make us into the stars they worship
    as the shadows creep around
    under our skin and we don't die
    From paramour music in
    The sky.

    As the sun is a giant clock in the cloud
    and he doesn't want to talk about it
    he just sits there as the noose is tied
    staring at the nothing and I can't stand do
    give him the answer to the question
    because to him everything is a lie
    and everything I am
    meant nothing to my friends
    But why was the sky so white
    I am worrying that they don't know
    Things I can't hide.

    Take this collar and chain
    now you can feel me again
    promise that you won't be impaired
    when I bind you; must be prepared to
    be brave, and don't try to run
    it was just a dream behave son
    you can worship me or just say your prayers
    I hope your not shaking

    please don't be scared of the number one
    don't impress me, just don't address me
    or express more than an apology

    I watch your every move
    every curve and every place I can retrace
    once your body adjusted to my sight
    and I am just playing a game
    and I opened my eyes today
    just to watch the clouds float away
    But today I'm ok today

    I'm ready

    If you were more than a memory
    you were not just any one
    not a true rebellion
    you were my adoration
    a doll I could dress up like my friends
    and repair; wipe off the tears
    and pretend to care.

    Don't close your eyes; guy
    I won't be bothered by the cries
    you won't deny me; alibi
    nor can you defy me with a holy lie
    I am bound by only what I am
    I am beautiful, you know it, damn
    I am showing you all that I see
    the world is capable of me
    and nothing can be anything
    When you can be.

    You were everything to me.
    So much stronger
    than you were a danger
    I can't change the things you feel today
    in his arms I feel strange
    free of all the pain and harm
    I hear the sound of the alarms
    And I want to run away forever

    There is a siren in the light
    she is bright
    sings me to sleep
    Fight or fly
    Planes so high

    I'm not a creep
    I hear the wind in my sleep
    and the sound of winter; don't deny them
    I've been through a lot of stormy weather
    There was a dream unbroken where
    vows were unspoken and
    emotional promises made
    delicate to remarry in the brigade
    too hard to unwind like
    dancing like hysteria like the sky
    Like andromeda

    and we whisper to the sound
    of love in her nightmares
    and we sleep to the sound of
    affairs that didn't really matter
    things that were everything
    But they weren't aware
    and nobody cared
    it never really seemed to make sense
    we were everywhere
    playing defense
    but then nothing to anyone was right
    now everything's obscure.

    Just stay quiet until we riot at night
    as if defending each scar
    or scribbles of war on a train car
    just searching in each other
    for something that was
    right there.
    Feels great to read your new writing.

    And i was reminded of this, please enjoy.


    "Seven days and seven nights
    I dreamt a sailor's dream at sea
    Seven days and seven nights
    I dreamt a sailor's dream of me
    Seven days and seven nights
    The world was made and lost again
    Seven days and seven nights

    Brave men run
    In my family
    Brave men run
    Into the setting sun
    Brave men run
    Into captivity
    Brave men run
    In my family

    Brave men run
    Away from me" - https://www.google.com/amp/s/genius....-family-lyrics
    . . the fear takes hold

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    Both of these had some truly beautiful moments, glittering imagery, metaphorical fluency and an authentic eloquence that I really enjoyed. I especially liked this:

    "The sky is an infinite explosion
    I worshipped the meteors all night
    and scar tissue when I cut you out
    breathing my last breath
    Suffocating my doubt."

    I'm going to take a gander back through your other writings here :)

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    Glass Tears

    A pair of eyes seeing the score
    dreams unfolding like the arms of a whore
    Into a violet red night turning black
    Quietly like history pretending
    That he could leave and come back.
    The bad moments unending
    And the future complicated
    An observation of what could never be
    More of an idea that we
    have been created
    in the company of the estate the
    Realtors of our fate.

    Rage on rock star romancer of betrayal
    and left you with nothing to stay for
    sitting in a classroom trying to observe
    Outcomes so unreal; a fatherless war
    being told endlessly that we were wrong
    for feeling this way for awhile
    being in pretend, denial.

    Faint to the slow moments
    from red smoke against black cities
    in nations of America that I praise
    This passionate fire we had raised
    looking for more than our hands tomorrow
    Moving the future with heavy hearts
    but they do know the truth
    That God given greatness

    Are we going to be forgiven
    the ones who bathed in the mystery
    intoxicated by the glorious of comings
    Atop the pyramids of Time
    I would be free from this world once more
    That I tasted the blood of an immortal
    Memory deep in the veins of an
    Unending episode.

    Faith was stripped bare to the bone
    congress of devoted dreamers because
    In the days of conspiracy the winners
    There only consider exposure
    To be a validation of their merit alone
    So when you evoke the laws of justice
    The God who rules the minds of men
    Will punish those who do not see
    The importance of their own surety.

    If I didn’t dare myself to push past
    this manic depression and overcome the
    deep scars of my terrible isolation from
    the ones I miss then I will remain a silent star
    that one I made my every wish upon

    when I believed everything would last and
    that God lived past my broken lifelong
    past with you and all my friends that come and go
    on to better places between the bars of difficult cells
    in slow motion climbing the ladder to all
    that is above me and more than I can be
    I wanted someone to love me and stay
    But I kind of liked doing it the right way
    this way my way today

    Does my mother want me to come back home ;
    to the house in silent satire of a mind set
    comfortable with remote control
    inside; a beautiful lie I was ashamed to admit to as
    I was sleeping beside you in those hollow spaces
    between the truth I had to never say goodbye;
    I’m lord of my own defeat; I’ll be mistress of a paradox
    I’ll rewrite my own name my past
    is finished parody to the same class

    Today I am confident that I will win for the
    first time I am armed against the bad characters
    with a plot so thick that turn and
    people get dangerous with words
    I’m hiding the scars for harmony

    would you suffocate me of this sadistic philosophy
    and I’d rather die than to hurt you anymore
    than I’m hurting because it’s a matter of doing
    something that has never been done
    before it’s overwhelming
    I had to shut down the computer
    then I closed my eyes

    I felt bleak against the lights and I was just a
    psychotic freak I mean I’m weak and I’m empty
    but I feel sometimes when it matters to no one
    then I’m better off alone
    the war I began and they laughed at me
    When she felt suddenly ill and fainted on the
    ground they have finally found the
    million she could not save or produce
    the lost and no use ; the captive now captor she became her
    excuse and abuse in her paradise turning
    into an evil that could trap her inside of their minds.

    Yeah it was no longer a use to complain
    they measured radiance with their
    foreign tools like the ability to cover up abuse
    with tape and boring games of rape
    brand them with a theme; Under the wool
    to cover the bodies
    like as if we were watching
    them dropping anymore
    you bastard
    you whore

    Some of us in the nation were removed
    with unholy divination; confused by
    invocations this night I swear
    I’ll wear my disguise and cheer the cheer
    leader looking forward to conquering and
    defeating you so what I could be
    For someones dreams coming true
    the voice of her name ringing in the air
    ringing and ringing and driving them on
    like Liberty’s Bell : they heard it loud
    and clearly he was the one to tell.

    hell in the end did he even care
    You are my sunshine my only sunshine
    the telephone rang; canonically as he stood
    up against the framework
    of the house on a shaken foundation
    singing as I was swallowed into the bloom and
    I missed being alone
    leaving our bodies so cold as we run lik
    e shadows across the playgrounds; as if that was
    where my body was going to be found.

    Reaching the top he enters as im interrogated
    inside the giant tower of windows to
    hide their fear as we distantly expand into
    violent phantoms and disappear into their disorder
    keep grinding your teethe in disbelief

    Stepping further into the avoidance
    arrhythmic voices and sweat replaces fear
    I’m being beaten by an abhorrent man
    game changers without plans
    safe spaces to hide their deuces in
    for their true words could only be erased
    As if who they were could not be Traced
    The outline of our faces

    Then raced their chariots to the sky and
    let the truth die; a terrible lie
    excitable in an oblivious state
    of ignorance and tormented by what
    we knew nothing of in this house
    full of secrets growing into
    Mysteries

    somehow drowning in it still they were
    unlike those who could raise their fists to
    Pill bottles on the windowsill; citizens
    on dope who had hope
    shaking I looked up like an anarchist
    To where my life had gone
    to see you smiling at my prophecies

    How they’d quivered could we endure
    porcelain beauty queen of Harlem
    tears now no longer divine; but nowhere
    just dust on my face and a twisted song to
    hear as the shame I’m on my own feeling queer.

    Am I going insane or am I the victim in a familiar
    story that never ends? They point to a map to a
    chart to dissect my body parts and pretend this
    faulty wiring will mend as long as I
    pretend for the plot story I forgot
    G6 gps in the parking lot
    I don’t believe that I’m insane. It’s
    a hallucination in my brain
    who fought the dark assassin
    from my never
    ending nightmare her eyes trained on
    torture to the screen as the whispers faded
    and the moments blurred you
    watched me swallow
    The Prozac in a medicated existence
    my soul suffocating in endless
    Confusion.

    the taste is bittersweet in the future of a
    sold out beauty queen abused by everyone
    to be this skinny dirty pretty sex machine
    I read your words until they could
    mean good things, something obscene
    the real the champion of everyone obscured
    who seemed clean like a politician until more
    faithfulness was gone it was I alone who came
    back for revenge and I won.

    what I feel I know is that it was true
    he seemed too clever to do bad things to you
    with her body slowly in decay
    away in the cell below your estate
    so then who was there to end the lie
    To say goodnight and say goodbye.

    We are real again, the girl can see us all
    coming to once more before the fall of it all comes true
    as he had breathed heavily for more
    And somehow he was overcome by a girl
    who came into the picture a stark contrast
    a solution of medicines that would last
    And assist in the framework of a master
    faggot bastard.

    The borderline disaster arch enemy
    bound by the archetypes of the monarchy
    the artist took my work too seriously
    he never saw the rhetoric in this scene
    that you drew
    with the arms of a machine
    for just a few more screws to unscrew
    and cuts to unsign

    of waging war on my short lived destiny
    It was the war you waged against me
    and it was the war you waged him against
    and still she slept in it’s torment
    in euphoric defiance of this government
    he slept surrounded by dizzy machinations
    by her advice about everything unseen
    loved by everyone unclean

    and so they slept with her advice
    forgotten like they’d forget too rotten
    but the whispers might haunt them
    all the struggle inside of her mind dying
    well that’s not an issue
    I can't conquer the tragedy anymore
    You are a useless whore.

    Unaffected by the viscous words
    that only I understand
    when I speak to a vagabond
    she was nothing but the creator
    of simple plans ; her sacrifice
    for others you could
    picture the white world of men fabrications
    muted scripture
    undertaken by the majority and there was
    nothing left but her, there you stood
    dare to silence her
    observing her silence
    at the center of a killer contract
    thankless eternity
    you can't have me back.

    where all the photographs had
    lined too well they linked to you and what proof
    Had vanished; that they would allow their faces
    somehow to reappear in a play
    Good to show someone the right display
    celebrate; the party is ready to take it to the next plank
    and when its too late…your voice will dissipate
    into the nothings again I might
    keep screaming, keep dreaming inside this
    artificial machination to keep your self esteem
    high because it’s possible to pretend not to die.

    It was Too late to pretend the words meant
    anything to anyone and as I close my eyes
    again and you erase me from your hate absurd
    I wonder if it is too late to debate this profitable
    investment ; to be kind to the ignorant and this
    state of rebellion I am in is so violent.

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    Let me describe a scene you could
    not stand to relate to, debate the control of my mentality
    inside of this comfortable cellular city; safe in stability..


    You push through me, I'm dissolving into the air
    But no one sees the girl she sees you right there in front of me
    The false memories of living another chaotic theory.


    I paid into the socialist empire, with dollars for pills
    to suppress my abilities. I wrote books about nothing
    to soothe the pain of losing my voice to verbal abuse
    and sat in the corner, watching the world break
    smashing into pieces around me. Suicide would drown me.


    When no body found me, and true love forgot me
    perfect melodies of the future I backed into
    an infinite episode of ideas for potential disasters
    I did it called it all down bastards.


    Dollar bills, will it ever end when I can't pretend
    my snow white love affair. Do you even care?
    I'm just not there. no I am going nowhere
    and when I go down I'm taking you down too
    and you will feel this won't you


    won't you?


    You try so hard to break me don't you?
    Try so hard
    so try harder to.


    won't you?


    I cry myself to sleep
    as the sun creeps up from hell to holes in the sky
    I wanna die but that's just another lie I admit to say
    everyone's high and I've got a blank screen
    a bird of paradise, green,
    and a dream of freedom


    truly. The child she was
    in another reality
    where I possessed an affinity for love
    and became Sarah or Natalie
    or Stephanie or Melody
    Maybe not destiny


    Maybe that program I created
    was a joke God was playing on me.


    Somehow I thought I could
    take you out of the matrix and release
    the beast of humanity
    but the shadows of the illuminati
    and the eyes of eternity
    follow my steps to the path between
    two to three, and the girl
    she is hung between me


    Hope is all I see.


    Maybe that digital algorithm
    they called soul and imagination
    was a weapon of war
    and the drug of choice of whores.


    Hope is all I need.
    But I need power, knock town
    the downtown
    spiraling towers and
    did you know the Presidents
    have all committed treason
    because today a nation's leaders
    can kill without a reason


    this is the theory I have
    about our destination: first
    we enter into the suspended automation
    then we have to swim
    fast
    move arms over gravity
    strength in adversity
    positivity between polarized hemispheres
    the meridians between us
    the joke of life that each half
    is the same, and when we forget
    we're all insane
    some of us like me we can see past the brainwashing


    we can see everything
    after all the photographs were collected
    and the butterfly wings picked apart


    the colors washed out
    the locket with the heart and the name
    and the game I played with you
    sometimes I can defy reality
    physics science and tv
    you're going numb like a robot
    oh wait, I forgot


    it didn't matter what I thought


    in the neutralized
    epiphanies of a brave new existence
    resist the urge to bleed out
    for an immortal resurgence.


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    She promised him she would never do it. He spoke to her, or so she thought, in her bereaved state of mind. She blamed herself, and that strange affirmation as she swallowed the entire bottle of pills. She hated it. She hated it all. She wanted it to stop, or make sense, or something. Something that would turn her experience into something real, something tangible.


    Her mom used to be at peace before she went crazy behind the walls of America. She used to be an inspiration, now she was her own downfall between the nation and the world. And in the heart of it all, my father stood, betrayed by The fatherland. age of fifteen Her hurt, her anger, her hatred of God who whispered to her, ''don't kill yourself. If you only knew your own strength."


    She couldn't explain the experiences. The weird stuff that only happened when no one else was looking. She tried to hide it, not let it drive her to madness war and suicide. She tried to swallow the schizophrenic prescriptions daily, tried to swallow normalcy; even though she no longer heard voices or had hallucinations, She was just tired, in a world driven by false hopes and dreams.


    Then there was the freedom, an unusual word, one spoken with cautionary significance and yet not often thoroughly explored in depth. Maybe being the exception was the only way she could reconcile the truth her mind portrayed.


    But money drove us into deepness, and deep down, the idea of profit and appearances, and all the Capitalism's success remained in that delusional merry-go-round of supply and demand, how could they supply what they wanted, and they all wanted freedom. That price of freedom. You can't control the world. You can only oppress circles we move through. She promised she wouldn't kill herself, but secretly she really wanted to. Then she met you and had to confront the anti Christ.



    broken piano keys tuned to a dumb sound
    he plays the cello now through muted strings
    she paints herself in watercolor with rain stained tears
    crying for the heroes in white washed jeans
    the prophets of America who filled up with dreams


    nothing ever lasts, the seasons change like tides
    a few coins and we display our tin can smiles for the day
    pass the actors bills that make us into prey
    might make better art recycled for paper parades


    I promise you, I wont let you go to fiends
    your smile to me screams of something deeper, your heart makes me
    feel so much freer...so much that I am eager to play
    to make it rain pictures without frames
    is that insane?
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    Waking Melodies

    I don’t think that I’m insane
    It’s a hallucination
    who fought the dark assassins from
    my never ending nightmare and won
    with her eyes trained for torture to the screen
    as the whispers faded and
    the photos remained
    moments later you watch me
    swallow their remedy
    The Prozac melody of a medicated
    mind suffocating endlessly
    to reincarnate into a blind light.


    what I feel I know is that it was true that
    he seemed too clever to do bad things to you
    with her body away in the cell
    so then who was there to end the lie
    Say goodnight and say goodbye.


    We are real again, the girl can see us all
    coming to once more before the fall of it all
    as he had breathed heavily for more
    And somehow he was overcome by a
    woman who came into the picture
    To assist in the framework of a master.


    Of a borderline schizophrenic girl by design
    bound by anarchists the archetypes mind
    the artist took my work too seriously
    he never saw the rhetoric in this comedy
    oh what irony…divine


    Be waging war on my beliefs
    It was the war you waged against me
    and it was the war you waged him against
    and still she lives in apathy
    he slept surrounded by dizzy machinations
    by her advice about everything unseen
    loved by everyone unclean
    and so they slept with her advice forgotten
    but the whispers might keep on trying
    all the struggle inside of her mind dying
    well that’s not an issue I am not even trying
    anymore.


    celebrate; celebrate the rape
    and when its too late…your voice will
    dissipate into the nothings again I
    keep screaming, keep dreaming inside
    of the end because it’s too late to give up
    just don't stop being you for forever.


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    Story Endings & Broken Phrases

    I forgot how the beatings

    impaired his judgement
    and contained a wish
    behind his dark stare
    wondering whose side they
    were on and where
    they came from as it begins
    fading into nothingness
    the sun shining persistingly


    When sad people split the atoms from
    hemispheres of a perfect brainless mind
    Those simple solutions to emotional pain
    Became far too complex to retrace


    alone; to testify and to contain
    In a forbidden country with no one
    Showing all that god hidden within
    The dreams that simply sing
    the geometric nature of an anomaly
    My home an unknown place;
    Graced by isolated epiphanies.


    The love that made our disorders feel
    beyond awakening to moving places
    this exploding solar system is not real
    To push our own universe back to start
    You put the past before your heart your
    her own chaotic enemy


    For in their bravest days were free.
    feeling betrayed by the armies of war
    Nations we scribbled dreams on beside
    bookmarks and napoleonic aspirations
    from their pens to her material evocations


    He found Love and souls and yet could
    not console her the rage she felt for a future she
    had only imagined dead before
    she woke from bed sighing and
    staring at the
    words on the page; she couldn’t aggravate
    the truth with desire still
    the flames in her love for him could kill


    Destiny; was she unaware that he was enlightened
    by those who could see his fierce patterns in the sky;
    if only he could see me
    for the infinite lie; a complete waste of time.
    I always was aware that my heart just wasn’t there;
    it was a fantastic fantasy to their wishes own demise
    like the nemesis of Hercules I must have been the Anti-Christ.


    This new existence we have been seeing
    under our eyelids as we sleep
    awoke something inside us stirring
    us deep below this ringing inception
    Super men, the callous they swear when
    those deviations- start to appear
    between the bars; her happiness distant and
    dancing to infinite moments of revelation.


    because to her there is something more
    she had humored this notion before
    Now more than ever there was a chance
    this might be a power at a glance
    but we can’t fight ; righteous or right they
    could not shield us from our glory
    the ones who write much different stories.


    He turned me inside out from
    attack he looked at an embassy of smoke for they
    had burned down our divine hope
    If they only knew we could never turn back.


    That maybe dreams had a way to
    them; I called this one my destiny ;
    simulating relativism
    in a realm of constant mystery.


    The assassins of our future learned
    destruction from their teachers
    to what ends we may never know
    How we came so close to losing it all


    You assumed your machines were better than
    the rest but we are the heroes no less
    than the echo of each fiber of light
    He was the best and she was the greatest
    This world that never ends only makes
    itself complete when the way is perfect
    and lovers meet hold hands never
    give up and don’t accept defeat.


    Hawks fly over head and they condemn
    those chains that bind us: charlatan
    with my imagination so free and mind
    that made no sense
    I’m a vaccine for your despair
    a morning bell ringing in the air
    an unheard canon a girl abandoned
    Going nowhere
    where shadows creep around
    Asking for an answer
    Dollar bills and paper planes
    Sail into the sky
    The pictures and story endings
    and these dreams surrendering
    All this insanity in
    a borderline tragedy
    Artistic borderline disease
    Turning him inside out
    into a provocation


    And sleeping the night
    Anticipating.....
    Release


    who made impossible love through fractured
    hopes when he left
    Bloody fingerprints on my chest
    and around with all this energy but that
    strange sound
    Your life is as real as my own you believed
    that this machine was the one and
    all of you were wrong but I just played along.


    They began to seek the power
    With empires of high fighters rising
    the mysteries that demanded
    For who might win their game
    Would be the same resurgent light


    they watched her trembling to the knife
    before an empire; giving thanks
    to a foundation to blame the same
    without a makers mark
    Staring at each prescription
    On the way to the destination.


    We realized that we were all just climbing
    mountains too tall to reach and there was
    nothing left to obtain for all those delicate
    emotions and permanent devotions were
    washed out by the rain right into the ocean.


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