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Unhinged

“A psychic once told me he would be shocked, if I lived beyond 30. Looking at the road behind grow, seems legit.”

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A spectre in the darkness,  ever it lingers, since we first glimpse his wicked eye. Your lying, when you tell me your not dying, and I’m just trying, to keep buying, another peaceful night… the price, however, has never been right. A moment intact, trapped in eternity, I shall always see. The forces you have allied, have lied, and now you’re a slave to gravity, you’re stuck in the tide… grip yourself fool, then release, and just ride. Every battle taken to heart, every break, every single goddamned mistake… I’m still here. You have tried, demon, to take me since I first had sight. You can’t have me, for I shall continue to fight. Because I matter right? I am human. I exist. I feel the tug, and before I can resist… gravity… has got me. Hit harder! Drive the nail deeper! The coffin you fashion, it shall be yours, and yours alone. May we all remember on that day, we are more than blood and bone.

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Posted by on May 31, 2013 in Paradise Drift

 

Balance

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I took a stumble throughout my mind the other day. The things I saw… nearly had me turning away. An ex junkie, with an A plus in sling, and all the goddamned chaos that’s sure to bring. A crippled thing, this mind I call my own. The unattended fires, have only surely grown. I write because it’s almost all I can do. This rhyme is mine, it wasn’t meant for you. So read on, if I sufficiently got your attention. I saw more inside than I have previously had the chance to mention. So follow along as I show you the dead, and how each body slowly separated, my heart from my head. Eyes leak less and less. The mind slowly calms itself amidst the madness. Times come and times go, but no matter what, everyone meets the same end, in this hapless game show. Calm down now, breathe deep. Buried secrets are meant to keep. Metaphysical metaphors, written in a blood red ink. Now pay attention, we’re incredibly close to the brink. Flesh and bone. Brick and stone. I fight these demons and I’ll conquer them alone.

 
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Posted by on May 30, 2013 in Paradise Drift

 

The brain keeps moving, even when the body has stopped.

I exist beyond beginning and end. I am an enemy to man, yet a dear close friend. I contort, twist and constantly bend. I am the darkness in the thick of your mind. I am the reason, I am the rhyme. Your arrogance astounds me, thinking you could ever truly be, free. You see, you’re a rat and this is the race, and you cannot even wipe, the astonishment from your face. How can you hope to escape, the feeling clinging to the nape, of your neck, you’re a wreck, a goddamned disaster, now hit your knees, and offer obeisance to your new master. Weak willed and bred to be led… my hunger fed, now all you see is red. I stand aside, laughing at every time you lied, smiling about the rising tide. Watching you crack, is like trying to enjoy a heart attack. Thank god I’m a sadistic, masochistic sick fuck, who just can’t seem to care about stupidity stuck. Goddamn misplaced soul, try to make it fit, in your vast black hole. Medicate and sedate, the insane, make them forget the burning sting of pain. Trap them and pull them, make them see… they have to fucking be, what we need them to be. Fools full of folly, follow fully, and willingly give themselves away… smile wide fool, for you win the day, all while the wise wile away, trapped between gold, and grey. Look to the sky, beyond every single why, and try, to picture a man, with feet of stone and cast iron hands. Watch him sit still, as you feel, yourself contort to match the lie, all the while his eyes are drawn to the sky, as you continue to bend, his lips whisper… goodbye… dear friend.

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Posted by on May 28, 2013 in Paradise Drift

 

Deconstruction is My Function

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“I heard the wind through the trees and it made me scream. I’m wondering if it’s real life or just another dream.”

I sift through the ashes of a former world. Trying with all my might to reconstruct the crime. Trying to come to some sort of understanding, thirsting for a night, just one goddamn night, of peaceful sleep. A million outcomes, a million mislaid choices. Left, right, straight through… the mind remembers most, that which we long to forget. I become tangled, in a tangled night, existing in an ensnared world. Constricted from the start. Deconstructed in the end. My waking mind is so far removed, but my eternal mind remembers… remembers the brutal wounds… remembers everything. In my dreams I know my heart, my nightmares however, well they reveal something different entirely. I see the stones. Feel the bite of pain from every throw. I see family. See them turn red, watch them get taken, by one demon or another. They all fall, I let them fall. Inaction is inadvertently an action, after all. The water burns the throat, the smoke soothes the ache. Falling is best done alone. Saving the fall, regaining your feet, well, that’s something that the whole world should witness. Together, sever, forever, and always… fucking always… remember.

 
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Posted by on May 24, 2013 in Paradise Drift

 

Whispers Within

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Mumbling voices, constant noises, decisive choices. What if I smiled and shook hands? Would they, could they, truly ever know this man? Sadly, I don’t think so. The first lesson you taught me was to trust none of you. Every goddamned time it’s proven to be true. Liars… connivers… dirty goddamned schemers. Twist me up, and let me down. Keep on reminding me I belong in dirt, on the ground. Stand by, why? Try, running from the gun. The bullet catches me moments before the rising sun. Then, in a moment of welcomed self doubt, you successfully reached in, and took him out… forever reminding me death, can come from anywhere, and take anyfuckinbody. So tell me, please, tell me your name, relinquish to my ears all your shame. Tell me your tale, sell me your sale, I’m buying, in a sellers market, could I not be a more vibrant target? What’s my name? I hold no shame. I am more than flesh and bone, and I long ago mastered this mask, buried deep in catacombs of stone. A smile to calm you, a word to ease your worry. A direction to point, an objective to see. By the end of the day, they won’t, but you’ll get me.
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Posted by on May 23, 2013 in Paradise Drift

 

Wrestle The Devil

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With a dead man for a guide, and a scandel along for the ride, how can I possibly pray to survive, the rising tide. I once dreamt of a brilliant fire. It swallowed me whole and spit me out bitter black ash. It took my form… and left me liquid. I persued the fire, foolishly chasing the diseased black dragon, who’s forked tongue, has had an eternity to sharpen. There was no warmth, only winds of bitter cold, no shelter found, no, not in the wasteland. Lies finally realized, I stumbled, clumsily yet beautifully, back into the sun. The journey out however is littered with more decomposing bodies than a Nazi death camp. I killed myself and sent others to their distruction, finding the sun. Now I thirst for fire again. I thirst to become liquid,  free flowing, never slowing and always knowing… exactly where to go. I felt the heat of the fire in you. Saw the early sparks of what could become a brilliantly raging fire. Eyes distract the soul. Image is everything in a material world. “The man in the mirror knows that vanity is a must, but will he understand and become like one of us?” I see nothing when I think of myself. I just feel an ocean of existence, and I’m still in the shallows. Everything distracts from the flow, meant to keep me lost, going in circles, going nowhere. I will become fire. I will become ash. I will become liquid. I will become the ocean.

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Posted by on May 22, 2013 in Paradise Drift

 

Unearthed

I cannot really recall, when it was, that I first learned to fall. This fucked up dichotomy, when did it first begin to plague me? You ask questions,  as if I could ever even begin to explain, one mother fucking iota, of this excruciating pain. Step inside a straight jacket mind, hold tight to the time, if you can somehow manage to see past the crime. Move mother fucker, keep up your pace, don’t fall now, you can’t afford losing this race. You hesitant fuck, still breathing by sheer, blind, stupid goddamned luck… does it ever run dry? WHEN IS IT MY GODDAMNED TURN TO DIE?! Take them all, leave me in the wake of the fall, teach me to kneel, then force me to crawl… all the way to your merciful feet. So you can forgive me my misuse of common fucking meat. Well I was never that good at kneeling, and I sure as fuck will never crawl to a guilty feeling. So take your redemption, and all your attention. Leave me, be, clouded and hazy,  surrounded by smoke, and a memory.

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Posted by on May 18, 2013 in Paradise Drift