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What is Revolution?
Slowly but surely the night has slipped away
What once was can never be again
For I am the only man who can show you what freedom truly is
Give yourself over to me
Trust in the words I speak
and follow closely
Silently we must go
For they make their rounds near midnight
and judging by the moon I would say the hour draws near
The first to fall shall be the damnedest of us all and in hell we shall visit him nary twice a year with arms overflowing in gifts of gratitude we shall march through the games of Hades and deliver to him a short reprieve. Known for all time as a prince among men, his legacy shall give birth to noble sons and lovely daughters for whom temples are built and songs are written.
On my wings men
Clutch tightly
and speak swiftly
Do spill the secrets of ancient times
Has our story been written
are we simply playing our parts
reading our lines
and following stage directions which lead us to our doom?
Lie if you must, but know this, when the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared, it will be the winners who write the history books. So be steady and aim true. Kill with your hearts and not with your minds for the instinct of man is self preservation. And what truly matters in the end is not which side was right but which side held the might.
For you see I am man and all that I am is all that I can be and all that we can ever hope for is to be free.
So do what you must and do what you will
Do it for truth, not the thrill of the kill
Is this poetry spoken by a poet
Or a death rattle choked from the throat of a tyrant
I ask you to do your best to heed my advice
I ask that you pay close attention to the words I speak
Sing me true as if your life depends upon it.
The last time we speak will be recorded into history as an epic on par with homers tale of a journey in search of home. Because after all isn’t that what we all hope for? A grand adventure with many trials and tribulations which eventually lands us in the arms of our lover? And to hold her close as she whispers in your ear while caressing your flesh in the way only a best friend can. Not the pleasures of a whore but the familiar warmth of true loves embrace
With a limp cock and a heavy heart
I slipped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom
“It isn’t a big deal, it happens to lots of guys, its just the whiskey”
She called after me
I shut the door behind me and flicked on the light. I stared into the mirror, the harsh white glow of the fluorescent lights made my skin appear even paler than it actually was.
I laughed in my head.
It wasn’t the whiskey, it was her. It was the familiar smell of her bedroom, the lavender reminded me of you. It was the way she locked her fingers in my hair pulling me towards her as I made her cum with my tongue. It wasn’t the whiskey keeping me from penetrating her, it was my heart.
It was her face and the way her pale green eyes reminded me of yours. It was her voice as she laughed and called out my name reminding me again and again that she wasn’t you.
I told her not to talk but she didn’t listen.
I flipped her over and tried to fuck her from behind. I closed my eyes tight and pictured your body but it just felt all wrong.
She felt all wrong.
This isn’t the first time this has happened but it seems to be a more and more frequent occurrence lately.
I leave the bathroom and climb back into bed, she is already beginning to doze off, happy with the orgasm I provided, perhaps disappointed in her inability to raise my spirits or my cock. I kiss her on the back of the neck and pull her close to me with an arm around her stomach and one under the pillow.
My arm would fall asleep in this position, if I kept it up too long but I won’t, because as soon as she is asleep I roll to the other side of the bed and begin contemplating my escape.
If it were you I would have welcomed those pins and needles all night long.
Love lost leaves you longing
Days shall soon grow shorter and nights become longer
and in the endless expanse of stars you will find not something to wish upon
but something to believe in
that our place on this earth is so minute in comparison to the amazing and beautiful complexity that is the universe
and what is truly meant to be shall be
and if our path is noble
we shall one day dine with the Gods
and dance with the Demons
and all shall be gold.
Down the hallway a radio blared
Ken left his apartment and began the walk to the end of the hall, in approximately sixty feet and six inches he would find himself at her door. He’d had his eye on the short blonde since she’d moved into his complex some three weeks ago. As of yet he’d been entirely unsuccessful in his attempts to strike up a conversation. He’d sat across from her at the pool but she’d been reading and he didn’t want to disturb her. He’d seen her struggling up the steps with her arms full of groceries but Tim from across the hall had beaten him to her rescue. He’d even ended up alone in the elevator with her but just as he’d started to open his mouth, her cell phone rang and she took the call. Today however was going to be his day, he was going to stop waiting for a lucky bounce and make his own luck. He was headed directly to her door and well, if he struck out, at least he’d go down swinging.
“The count is 2-0 here in the bottom of the ninth, two outs, two on and the Rangers trail by two. Carpenter checks the sign, shakes him off and checks again, heres the wind up and the pitch, swing and a miss! Strike one! Hamilton was swinging for the fences on that one.”
As he made his way down the hall towards her apartment he found himself studying his surroundings in a way he had never before felt the need to. He noticed the discoloration in the carpet, the seams in the shoddily applied wallpaper, the doors on the right side of the hallway had fresh coats of paint while the doors on the left side were flaking and fading. He noticed Toms door was missing its number, the middle eastern family across from Tom had a silver doorknob as opposed to the gold everyone else had, and he noticed that he was almost to her door and couldn’t remember the spiel he’d rehearsed for half an hour before leaving. He’d been so focused on everything around him in an attempt to keep his mind off of how nervous he was that he’d forgotten just what it was he was going to say.
“This home crowd has raised to a fever pitch here in Arlington Texas. Their Rangers are down to their final two strikes in game seven of the World Series. Carpenter has his sign, he winds, he delivers, Hamilton smashes a long arcing drive down the left field line!! This one could get out!! Ohh it is foul by just a few feet and the Rangers are now down to their final strike.
Ken stopped in front of her door and paused to collect his thoughts. He went over his plan in his head. Keep it simple, be direct, exude confidence, keep it simple, be direct, exude confidence, keep it simple, be direct, exude confidence. Introduce yourself, compliment her, ask her if she would like to get together. Easy enough, right? Of course it is. He was an attractive enough guy, well groomed and fit. And so what if she does say no? Is that really such a big deal? He will just tell her it was nice to meet her and that he will see her around the complex and then just go about his day. See her around the complex, yeah he will see her around the complex. She lives at the end of his hall, they share a pool, a laundry room, the rec area on the first floor. Surely that won’t be entirely awkward due to her informing him of his not being good enough to even consider a date with. A decision that could be based only on his looks as she knows little to nothing about him. Nope, not awkward at all.
“This is it folks, Hamilton, the last hope of the Rangers is down to his final strike, one more swing and miss and the Cardinals are World Series Champions. From the belt, and this one is juuuuuuuust a bit outside. And the count is now full at thee balls and two strikes. Make or break pitch coming here from Carpenter.
Ken breathed in slowly and out steadily, he calmed his heart and reached forward to knock on the door. Nothing.
He waited. He thought to himself. ”Maybe she isn’t even home, maybe this was all for nothing” He heard some rustling behind the door. She was home. The door swung in and there she stood. She came to about his chin, she stared up at him with piercing blue eyes, smiling from underneath a messy mop of bleached blonde hair with just a hint of dark roots showing. She wore a tight fitting black t-shirt with a bright green zombie on the front of it, her short sleeves showed off multiple tattoos of the seemingly common theme of horror movies. Her black skinny jeans were offset by her neon green studded belt and green converse all-stars. She was if anything, intimidating. She smiled and offered a hello. He fumbled a bit, off to a bad start.
“Hi, I’m Ken”
“Hi, I’m Barbie”
Ken laughed nervously and replied
“Ohh um, what a strange coincidence”
“I’m just fucking with you dude, my name is Jessica, my parents weren’t fucking retarded”
She laughed in a way that made him feel more like he was being laughed at than laughed with.
He plowed ahead undeterred.
“Well I’ve seen you around the building and I really like your style, I was wondering if maybe you would want to get together sometime, maybe for drinks or something?”
“Oh, yeah sure, that sounds like fun. Just ya know, don’t try to fuck me or anything, I’m totally fucking gay.” ”See ya around”
And with that she slammed the door in his face.
Leaving him alone with his confusion and a whole new set of insecurities.
“Swing and a miss! He is out! And thats a winner!! A World Series Winner for the Cardinals! The players are storming the field and all has gone quiet here in Arlington as the fans sit in a stunned silence!
Am I the hero you need?
There is a world out there filled with wonderous beauty and unexplainable marvels but often these things as well as the simple joys in life are buried deep beneath a massive mountain of hatred, negativity, destruction, greed, anger, and commercialization.
Often the true wonders of the world are hidden from our sight.
And so it is that sometimes I just don’t feel like being creative. I don’t feel like singing. I don’t feel like painting. I don’t feel like writing. I don’t even feel like living.
I would rather drip with bitterness, shut myself off from the world and wallow in a pool of cancerous venom. Stewing in my exasperation and outrageous indignation. My insides twisting and turning in turmoil as my love for the world is distorted and threatened by my hatred of mankind.
I curse pollution and I condemn consumerism.
I despise racism and I detest bigotry.
I am filled with such loathing. I am overrun with contempt.
So very often I feel as if I am on the losing side of a battle for the soul of mankind. For the preservation of planet earth. I feel as if I am being betrayed by the human race. I feel as if I am not even one of you. Like I have been sent to this planet and forced to live amongst beasts of inferior intellect as punishment handed down to me for some long forgotten crime.
Or perhaps these feelings which dominate my being are meant to prepare me for something grand.
For some sort of revolution.
If the majority of the world is made up of followers of Christ.
If I would be leading the resistance against the current status quo
Well then I guess you can just call me the Anti-Christ.
A declaration of war
Walk with me on a path that travels through my mind, Ill show you things that cant be unseen. We will travel back to a time when things were better, and back to a place where we were free. We lost so much over the years that its hard to even remember what it was like before. Before the pain, before the suffering, before the doubt. Before the loss. Is it too late to get it back? Was it really ever what we thought? No, that isnt even a question. It was, it is, it can be once again. Everything we’ve ever wanted, exactly what we’ve always needed. If we just take the necessary steps, I know that it can live again. We will rebuild it, stronger than ever before, it shall rise to new heights. Arise from the wreckage darling, open your eyes and see as if for the first time. The light is bright but it will not harm you. The air is sharp and cold, the wind stings your cheeks. This is what it means to live. Do not be shocked, much has changed since you were gone. No more are the worry free days of youth, theyve been lost forever in collapsing ecosystem. The universe is growing each day, not larger, but more and more vengeful. Our ancestors wouldnt be so proud of what we have done. It is up to you and I to restore the faith of our brothers and sisters. If we can prove to them that it can work, maybe, just maybe things can start to change for the better. All who have come before us have failed. All who stand before us are filled with doubt. Those who oppose us fear not. We must make this our time. We must make this our time. We must make this OUR time. This is our war to lose. If we stand together, no one can stop us. It can be done, it will be done, it has to be done. Take my hand. It starts today
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Rough Draft
Dont tell anyone I showed you this.
Don’t break the oath
A heavy head over stumbling feet
until thy bed dreams and fears do not meet
Sinking hope, lost in thought
By spiders web our hearts are caught
Porcelain flesh and wicked taunts
A ghostly desire to forever haunt
Drowning in devotion and whispered sins
A shouted memorial lost in the wind
Seeking her, I call thy name
A love lost once is never the same
So pray your communion and worship loud
Or break the trust and erase the vow
Eulogy
I miss your gin soaked kisses and tobacco infused hugs, the stench of you always suffocated my lungs. Long after you’d gone, your aroma would linger.
I miss your bleary eyes and your sloshy words. The meaningful way you could give merit to incoherent babble because you weren’t ever all there but you weren’t ever entirely gone either.
I miss you in the kind of way no one can understand, the way one misses someone who’d throw glass bottles around the house and break your favorite records in a jealous rage.
The way you miss the one who spit in your face when you suggested the diner with the waitress who had the same hairstyle as her.
Its irresponsible and irrational to miss things you used to hate but I never claimed to be the most sensible of people.
And we never had the most sensible of relationships
You and I were always the kind of people to hole up together in a dark room
with nothing but a bottle of pills, a fifth of jack, a gallon of water, a syringe, a few spoons and some fun to be had
When the party was outside, we were always in.
And they always rode us about leaving early
But you and I always knew we’d both check out early
and I think I am more bitter than sorry that one of us had to go first
Why? I ask myself
I ask myself why
every night
Why couldn’t it have been me instead of you
I hate you for leaving me with this mess
I hate you for leaving me in this world
We were supposed to be a team
and that is the way it had always been
us against the world
no one hates things like you used to
No one is here to hate things with me
Now that I don’t have you
and I think maybe that is what I miss most of all
The miserable way you’d ruin my days
for no reason
No reason at all
Fear of Humanity
Never have I cared so deeply
Never have I loved so awfully
oh creator, for thee I pine so greatly.
This is absolution’s end.
Never have you ever sworn so loudly
Never have you ever wronged so proudly
Oh creator, I admire such beauty
But this is how I descend.
To the sea to the sea to the sea of fire
Oh lover oh lover of such sick desire
Burn me up burn me up on the funeral pyre
Revenge revenge oh I aspire.
Cast out, cast down, for the sake of them
Tossed out, thrown down for the ones I condemn
Left out, pushed aside, I wont make amends
Oh sweet mother will you cry amen
Ive invented temptation for your favorite creation
Lust, pride, fear and masturbation
I’ll whisper in their ears all my accusations
I will become the abomination
To the sea to the sea to the sea of fire
Oh lover oh lover of such sick desire
Burn me up burn me up on the funeral pyre
Revenge revenge oh I aspire.
Why cant you see(create the faith)
what you’ve done to me(the ones we hate)
You set them free(now you negate)
Forced us to be (demons)
Create the faith(Why cant you see)
the ones we hate(what you’ve done to me)
Now you negate(You set them free)
We are your demons.(forced us to be)
We are your demons
Magnetic Pull
For thousands of years sailors have followed the north star home
and though nautical I am not
I too yearn for direction
Be it day or be it night
Through rain, snow or sleet
I need simply whisper your name
And my heart shall guide my way home.
When I am lost, you are my compass
