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              Kill the smile and uncover the truth buried below its pristine facade. I’m a mother fuck of an enigma and an absolute abhorrent fuckin riddle tied up in your subconscious. You’ll never get it, much like an ant won’t ever understand how something so sweet, can bring death to the entire colony. I’m a fool for your sweet death, and I’m a sucker for mass murder. So take my hand sweet sugar, lead me to the blissful slaughter of a million frowns and the massacre of a hundred sighs. Because…

             You were always meant to beat me down and lay me flat. You’re the only one who could lay me low and kill me with a smile and a shrug. You’re the only one,  so…..

            I’m a goddamn fool, but I’m just surviving for survivals sake. After all the only other turn that makes sense, is the second one and I’m just faking at improvisation at this point. Then again you’ll never know that I’m dying for you as sweat works it’s treacherous way from every pore and I’m just beggin’ for a glance. Make me breathe, as fast and as violent as when I first learned I would die, please just make me breathe. Because…

            You were always meant to beat me down and lay me flat. You’re the only one who could lay me low and kill me with a smile and a shrug. You’re the only one,  so…..

            Let go your foolish pride, my beautiful angel. Let the chip off your shoulder and just smile, let a little sunshine find its way to the moon in my frozen heart. For without the borrowed light from the sun, the moon is just a chunk of cold stone circling a lifeless rock below. Then again you’ll never know that I’m dying for you as sweat works it’s treacherous way from every pore and I’m just beggin’ for a glance. Make me breathe, as fast and as violent as when I first learned I would die, please just make me breathe. Because…

              You were always meant to beat me down and lay me flat. You’re the only one who could lay me low and kill me with a smile and a shrug. You’re the only one, so…

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Posted by on June 29, 2014 in Burned.

 

Midnight Fire

              I faded out of place and mind, just trying to buy some time, to spit out at least one more rhyme. See I could never keep up with the sand, it always seemed to fall faster than I could plan, and the wreckage just grew to litter the land. I tore deep into the thoughts of my disguise,  but could never hope to hold back the lies as they oozed like tears out of my smiling eyes. It was a joke and a mystery, the kernal of truth always seeming to hide from me, so that this permeating fog is all I can see, always I hold the lock but never shall I grasp the key.

             Cause the truth was I was always just dying, and the thought of you trying, left me beat down and crying. So I grabbed a germ right out of thin air, it left me gasping and ripping out my own hair, I guess I fucked up and never learned to not care. I flew up and punched a star right in the face, cause that son of a bitch never cared in the first place, beating heart attack burnt out on this rats race, sick and tired of trying to solve this cold case. So turn and dance on the spattered grave, of a worn out and tired excuse of a slave, who never quite learned how to be brave.

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Posted by on June 24, 2014 in Paradise Drift

 

Beyond the Sand

               Step through the crowded room and find yourself venturing boldy down an unfamiliar staircase. You step onto concrete and continue to swagger through the darkness. A muffled scream catches you unaware and it seems to be coming from under the stairs behind you. You stumble with hands outstretched towards the source of the soft crying that has followed the scream. There’s a tightness in your chest the closer you get. A fear that was not there minutes earlier has now gripped your beating heart with icy talons. A face begins to take shape in the darkness, almost seeming to paint its pale features into existence right before you. Your stomach clenches and you hit your knees in weak defeat. For the painted face that lays pale and motionless before your very eyes is none other than your own.

               Freak. Thoughts of famine and fatal fetishes can no more condemn than forgive. The darkest part of the night seemingly stretches forth to smother the suns heartbeat and leave the earth barren. Forgiveness is beyond the nature of the damned and peace is utopian fiction. After all, where would the processed be without the sacrificial lamb splayed out in neon by the side of the highway? Where would the masses ever find salvation then? Truth intermingles with shadows and robbers of the light. The clearest of waters have muddied themselves in the presence of these lecherous dregs. Love seems to hold out against the tidal fury of this maddening machine. It stretches its resources against the oncoming rush of fresh brewed filth and fearful hate.

               The dream is full of magic. There’s something stirring in the air like a hastily whispered secret. The darkness breaks and so does the sky above this. Bright flashes of rainbow lights assault the earth below and leave them dazed in absolute wonderment. There is magic there. It burns a hole clean through the mortal chains that bind. It breaths life of another order into being and creates a beautiful world. One where nothing is restricted and love stands triumphantly over the slain body of the hateful machine. It bends with the colors of passion and burns with the heat of hope. With nothing lasting ever etched down tenderly in loving stone, the incessant beat of forensic science pulls evidence, evidently out of nowhere, and puts a bullet in the forehead of this colorful creep that leaves the hope of eternity… in a bloody crimson pool on the concrete.

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Posted by on June 20, 2014 in Paradise Drift

 

What if the Morning Never Came?

        

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   Blooming tulips burst forth and stretch their petals towards the sun. There is a lazy wind that stirs the grass, so that from a birds eye it would look much the same as waves on a lake. The morning came and washed clean the world from shadow. The world won’t wait and the meadow will be flattened and paved over. The tulips bloom will be forgotten as industry continues to plow through.

             The sandbox was swallowed whole by the page. The pen murdered the tiny action figures and left them scorched and still burning in the summers sun. The malicious intentions of the shadow struck violently at the bright light of day. Filthy hands streched themselves beneath the dirt and gripped the roots and with twisted little caresses successfully corrupted the growth. The madness of vanity and forbidden fruit was gift wrapped and waiting in the crib. Private reflections cast from a shattered antiquated mirror leave images of flowing crimson and decaying flesh.

            The stars shine down on smiling faces and authentic laughter. The drinks are cold and the night is warm. A song that everyone knows begins and the evening is filled with off note voices and monotone lyrics. Love is in the air and not a bad thing can be heard. Just the laughter. Slowly the noise begins to dissipate as more and more of the smiling faces evaporate to sleep. He holds her in both his arms and is whispering into her ear everything that she has ever wanted to hear. The stars shine bright above them and the blanket over the grass provides all the warmth they need. She turns her head from the stars and looks deep within his eyes. Their lips find their clumsy way slowly to each other. The kiss is punctuated by a falling star, as they simply continue on in a world where the morning never came.

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Posted by on June 19, 2014 in Paradise Drift

 

Paint the World Beautiful

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So I’ll hold onto the beauty till my last breath, for if I fade into nothing, then at least I felt something.

 
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Posted by on June 15, 2014 in Paradise Drift

 

Faded Fables

             

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             So many roads have I wandered all on my own. The split in my mind has the temperament of a mother badger. I’ve broke down the reasons a million times over. I’ve read the books and I’ve gazed at all the stars for hours. I’m supposed to feel something by now. I’m supposed to feel. I’m spitting an argument at an audience who has the truth already, so of course I sound like a goddamn madman. You always said it was the perfect shade of crimson. That the mangled flesh was a sign of triumph over its weaknesses. I feel it like a million fish hooks threaded throughout my flesh. It pulls against me constantly and no matter how hard I fight the pull… the line never seems to break. What cost lies in freedom? The vast emptiness that possibly awaits us? My hands shake at the thought, as my knees buckle beneath me. The world goes black and in moments an eternity of emptiness occurs. I’m breathing with much the same pace as a set of demonic pigs leaping from a cliff.

             Fear most assuredly is the enemy. Hate is an overwhelming emotion that swallows rational thinking and buries instinct below layers of shit and mud. I once met a stranger who told me a story.

             “I was never strong in my convictions. I never really had any. I was a cooler, in my family and for most of my life, I felt it was my responsibility that everyone get along. It used to make me sick to my stomach when people would fight and ask I pick a side. I ran from everything and everyone. I found myself traveling more and more. Never in one place long enough for anyone to care, I protected myself from emotional ties that distract and destroy. Till one night.”
 
             “The knock on the door was light enough that if I had not been in the entryway I would have not heard it at all. I opened the door and a dark haired angel stood before me. Dressed in a white nightgown with skin as pale as the moonlight. Her hair was thick and flowed down past her shoulders and tickled the skin on her chest. She asked me if she could come in and warm herself awhile. I found the whole thing so surreal, my friend, that I barely managed to nod. She sat down on this beat down old couch that had been in the shithole when I moved in. I stood uncomfortably and asked if I could get her something to drink. She said no and explained that she had been looking so long for love and that she had come here to find it. She stood, took my hand and led me into the bedroom.”

             “I awoke alone in my bed with no trace that she had even existed. So trust me when I tell you that love is real and always looking for you my friend… even if it only finds you for a single evening, find you it will.”

                

 
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Posted by on June 13, 2014 in Paradise Drift

 

Saccharine Smiles

            Ostracized by those who would rather watch me die in a thousand lies than try to be alive.
            Meanwhile the hypocrisy creates a hierarchy that leaves me awash in a sea of meloncholy.
            But what they choose not to see doesn’t exist. So I hide amidst this dark cloudy mist cause I don’t need censorship. You didn’t know me then you sure as Hell don’t know shit. You weren’t there when I climbed out of the pit.
             See I’ve been to hell and back and spawned plenty of demons. I was there when Christ quit breathin. I roamed around in the garden of Eden. Often leave my body behind when I’m dreamin.
              I was there when Eve took the Apple from the snake. It made me laugh so hard I felt my ribs break.
              Splitting off, to create a new version of me. Self loathing cynic with a burning bridges mentality. The pitiful shell of me cried his plea. Put a bullet in his head cause I couldn’t stand The insanity.
               So here I stay concealed til my body is finally revealed and I can be healed. So numb I can barely feel the decaying flesh fall and peel. And sometimes life seems a little too surreal.
               See back before, I used to not have a voice. Sat screaming for hours but no one heard the noise. And now I’m pointing this gun and offering a choice.
               Keep away or be prepared for full on hate as I put a hole in your fucking face. I wonder if you’d become real or just remain a fake. Cut open your brain to see if you have faith.
               Nope, but it was a good try. I tear open the sky and all the lies fall in front of your eyes but you blind your mind. Stay on your knees and I’ll still fly.
               So at the end you never knew the real me. So I take this can and pour the gasoline. The smell stings and I instinctively feel the heat. So before I light this match and burn this bridge to my rapidly changing heartbeat. Just remember….you never gave a fuck about me.

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Posted by on June 9, 2014 in Burned.