Archive for April, 2008

The Argument Ensues

April 29, 2008

BANG BANG

I was hit

BANG BANG

The fire was lit

BANG BANG

And soon I fell

BANG BANG

Into hell

BLAM BLAM

No not again

BLAM BLAM

Into the chin

BLAM BLAM

She had the gun

BLAM BLAM

And I was done.

BLAM BANG

She left me there

BLAM BANG

Without a care

BLAM BANG

Drying in the sun

BLAM BANG

And I was done.

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The Maidens Upon The Restless Shore

April 19, 2008

When we look upon the restless shores
At the maidens who await their beloved
Will we show kindness to the whores
The ones that we secretly covet?

When I gaze upon the open sea
I can witness all the darkened ships
Just how will it hold on to me
As I watch them sunk by loose lips.

I can see a lovely ghostly dove
She’s a woman so pale and white
Her eyes have sold me on her love
And engulfed me in her light

She soon had me by the hand
And we raced against the sandy shore
It seemed the faster that we ran
That she only wanted to run more

And soon it was clear to see
That she was only a part of my brain
She was only as real as can be
Seen along this unproven lane

I can still see her shapely silhouette
Her outline against the horizon line
I can’t prove her real just yet
But once I do she could be mine.

And on the lonely nights there is a play
Of shadows who dance to and fro
And it is here that I forever stay
Just in case she decides to show.

In What Generation Does This Exist?

April 13, 2008

If death came tomorrow it would not be soon enough
For this life I live is nothing to write about
Struck with this loneliness and despair with no end
Will I be happy even if my life would end
Oh probably not for that would be relief
And a breath in the dark or a release

Maybe I could fire this musket into my head
Or perhaps I could put some rope to good use
And let the feet dangle to and fro
And I could bask in that deathly glow
Of my body gasping for it’s last breath
The gallows would be a glorious sight

Why is life so hard sometimes
It’s like God has this cruel streak
That He wishes his creations to bare through
Like superman before he flew
Except at least he still had super speed
While I’m left at this snails pace

This nine to five every day it just won’t stop
Same ole thing every day and every night
Get up early to sign my day away
Its all work and there is no play
And then it’s time for me to go home
And spend the rest of the night alone

And all my friends they seem to smile
Though underneath they hide it all
They all sense this need to pity me
But without that alone I would be
Like the single wolf that howls at the night
Just its silhouette outlined in the moonlight

I took this picture of me and my girl
When it turned out neither of us showed
This is because she doesn’t exist
And in the depths of this tale I don’t either
Just me and my ghosts that keep me company
As I blankly stare and they play cards with me

Is this the beginning or perhaps the end?
Those ghosts remind me of all my sin
And they encourage me in between our bouts
Of our rousing games of hide and seek.
Which of course is really not fair
For I am afraid of their stealth and ghastly stare

My sadness haunts me like Blackbeard
Coming aboard with his beard aflame
And as he made me walk the plank
I could feel my heart and body as they sank
Finally would I be in the grip of death
Was there really ever any life left?

Why Does the Fire And It’s Temptation Seem So Fine?

April 8, 2008

I see into the distance
And I see this fire surrounding me
Like a scorching temptress
With it’s tantalizing dancing

The fire it surrounds me
And hands me the bottle
Which I gladly take gulps of
To help me to forget

This fire it consumes me
And lights me up in the night
It controls me with ease
As I drink away the nights

As I drink to forget memories
Even though they never leave
And I drink for the numbness
To come and rescue me

I build this pyramid of empty bottles
To show how much ive had
And if the pyramid isn’t high enough
I go and drink some more

The dancing flame surrounds me
And embraces me with it’s smoke
Choking out any left over substance
And leaving me without hope. 

The Devil and His Playground

April 2, 2008

I told satan get out of my way
He said that he’d see me some day.
Four years later he got his wish
When I was swallowed by a fish.

I had thought it’d fit like a glove
If I was sent to heaven above.
But my life was a tragic tale
And I found myself in the depths of hell.

Satan he saw me and he growled
The hounds beside him too they howled.
“I told you that you’d be hell bound
Now cheer up son let me show you around.”

“there are big screen TV’s everywhere
And you can watch them if you dare
For every channel that you choose
Is the CNN nightly news.

I know you love music so prepare to hack
For you will only be able to listen to nickel back
And because of all your lies
There’s no ketchup for your fries.

And boy I can see that you’re kind of stunned
And oh what sadness I’m not done”
soon he was done with the tour
And I knew what was in store.

The roaches have their own hotels
Here in the depths of hell
And are we any different from the roach
If we do not change our approach?

I closed my eyes and tried to dream
But hell is hot and full of steam
The place is the devil’s it’s his to lead
Where he can accomplish his dastardly deeds

I told him I wanted out the door
And he told me heaven didn’t want me no more.
He called me blind and said that I couldn’t see
That God had turned his back on me.

I have since come to admit defeat
You can feel the heat upon my seat.
This is worse than any old jail
Stuck here in the pits of hell.