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Showing posts with label Circa 1992. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Circa 1992. Show all posts

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Innocent Eyes

In the eyes of the innocent

The memories of the dead

Beating against their cages

Jaded and not yet lost

They speak the words so clearly

But they fall upon the deaf

No truth be told – The future is blurred

The lines are drawn

With the blood of the strong

Waiting – suspended

Breathe

Will they seal our fate

Dooming us to hate

Spilling the blood

Of faceless man

Causing this dissolution

Not seen till too late

STOP!

Take a good look

Tomorrow –

Start deconstruction

Monday, March 26, 2012

Living Lies

Used and abused

Tortured for your amusement

Till I was finally told

I could never turn you on

Isn’t that what you said

But I didn’t want to see

For I believed

For years I lied

Only one mattered

That was me – Reality Dawning

There’s no turning back – No longer blind

Because now I know – You didn’t lie

Slept with one – he coveted another

Slept with another – he had many a lover

Slept with one too intoxicated to know better

This drought has been endless

I wander aimlessly – Searching for me

In all the wrong people

I will no longer bed the beast

I will not seal my soul

To dispute these beliefs

That seems so obscene

I must dispel this poison

That you pumped into my mind

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Perpetuality

Tick

Tock goes the clock

As they pick my brains

To devour all I know

And take comfort in all I don’t

To be the very last one

To take the final poke

Scratch

Scratch

Consuming every tender morsel

Raging and feeding

Do they know – what to do

When my shell is empty

Throw me out like trash

Into the city street

That glistens in rainbow slime

And feed off all the beasts

Garbage clad people

Wandering aimlessly in

Constantly darkened streets

Searching for knowledge

Without remorse

Tick

Tock strikes the clock

Endlessly

Tick – Tock

Tick …………..

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Blood Red

Blood red

Death - Mans mistake

Taking away

What isn’t theirs too take

Bang – the tools of man

Dispersing their skewed judgement

Laying waste at their feet

To run its course – no end in sight

Why do they torture

Where begins this hate

Are we not all the same

Do our hearts not all beat