Awoken in pain memories that never die continue to burn I'm forced to replay all of those stinging lost days haunting me during each hour's haze Never new thoughts to play with nothing but another day all taken away Nothing to show now everything I've worked towards all taken away I can rebuild this, all of this It is happening today A new world awaits
I awoke from the most spectacular dream and now I can't remember a God damned thing an out-of-place face placed onto a pike an unnoticed silent violent voice on the mike Screaming and seemingly endlessly dreaming of treasures beyond any possible measures and then daylight ending all transcending impending pleasures---- sending me back to a world without any meaning
All my pens are out of ink, I think and if I'm right, I'll just write in disappearing ink with a wink and a blink I'll stay to type out and shout out and display whatever it was I've forgotten to say.... I won't repeat... OOPS- DELETE-
Once again with a pen I play with a wish once flowing away with an unused muse who used to say "Never refuse to live life today!" Forever choose to live and replay the unforgiving ruse that they used yesterday abused and accused and left to be silent before a trusted and violent justified Tyrant Wait until they give back your life once again then attack them with either a knife or a pen
Closer, nearer, nearer, a new voice appearing clearer, approaching, nearer, nearer, towards the ghost within the mirror Now old, devoid of any trust, The eyes are cold now cast on us, shards of past encroached unfeared A hardened lasting cockroach peered through a freshly polished demolished mirror approaching bliss now, nearer, nearer.... Upon inspection of my recollection I saw no deception in my reflection no trace of deception in the place of my face no decryption awaiting interpretation In place no depiction of...
I can't say that I have a clear perception of time but on one day of deception I was drinking some wine with a friend of mine, Mr. Phillip McPearson who in reality wasn't actually a real person He was an ex-con leprechaun A fact which I never did dwell upon He would visit from time to time on occasion when I had whiskey and rye as persuasion I puffed some pot and passed him the bowl in a glow and he told me about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow With a sinful grin this bloke told me the joke about the rainbow actually being a...
Poor pedantic force forced on me through frantic source of sorcery I will fulfill your final thirst as out of a frothing wave I burst to strangle the angler- The line held tight = Not black and white = Not left to right = Reality is triangular =