Submissions by slayer69
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SONG LYRICS
Published
2nd Jul 2013 3:36pm
2nd Jul 2013 3:36pm
Serpent Eye
As much as I try to love
As much as cling to it.....
I just can't deny,
The existence of my serpent eye...
Seeing through lies, exhaling hate, it gives me a taste then takes it away, I'm left dreaming and drooling for it, while living in fake.
I spew black at the world, it returns the favour, stabbed in the back too many times to be saved by a false saviour, dressed in black in a manger.
Jesus is a stranger to me, a projection of hope or hopelessness, pulled out the modem plug and he disappeared all that remained is what I can't deny, the existence of my serpent...
As much as cling to it.....
I just can't deny,
The existence of my serpent eye...
Seeing through lies, exhaling hate, it gives me a taste then takes it away, I'm left dreaming and drooling for it, while living in fake.
I spew black at the world, it returns the favour, stabbed in the back too many times to be saved by a false saviour, dressed in black in a manger.
Jesus is a stranger to me, a projection of hope or hopelessness, pulled out the modem plug and he disappeared all that remained is what I can't deny, the existence of my serpent...
771 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2013 12:14pm
27th Jun 2013 12:14pm
Confined to a pot
My heart is not pure, it was grown.
My legs were found on a lonely road.
Beneath my layers, you will find no bones,
Just the waste of a world, you could never know.
My mind is solid, but serves no use.
My life is one of misfortune and untold truths,
I search for answers with my roots,
But it's the questions that have died,
Along with my fruit.
Death becomes a fantasy,
I long for the taste,
But for now I'm just another puppet,
For a vindictive ventriloquist,
Called societies embrace.
My legs were found on a lonely road.
Beneath my layers, you will find no bones,
Just the waste of a world, you could never know.
My mind is solid, but serves no use.
My life is one of misfortune and untold truths,
I search for answers with my roots,
But it's the questions that have died,
Along with my fruit.
Death becomes a fantasy,
I long for the taste,
But for now I'm just another puppet,
For a vindictive ventriloquist,
Called societies embrace.
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2013 4:20pm
11th Jun 2013 4:20pm
I could be wrong (for Kat)
Guess I still wonder why you're here, finding me in a state of purgatory.
Guess I'm still pushing you away, it's ok I know you do the same.
And I guess you're not afraid of my hate, deciphering my expressional stare into space, but I could be wrong.
I could be wrong....
Sheeee can't be real
She's just inside of me
Sheeeee's still the same,
It's the world that's changed.
And sheeeee see's the light in me,
See's the light in me....
Guess you want me to make that change, Act on what I preach.
Guess you will always confide in...
Guess I'm still pushing you away, it's ok I know you do the same.
And I guess you're not afraid of my hate, deciphering my expressional stare into space, but I could be wrong.
I could be wrong....
Sheeee can't be real
She's just inside of me
Sheeeee's still the same,
It's the world that's changed.
And sheeeee see's the light in me,
See's the light in me....
Guess you want me to make that change, Act on what I preach.
Guess you will always confide in...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jun 2013 5:39am
10th Jun 2013 5:39am
To Die, Is To Kill Myself.....
Were you sworn my mortal enemy?
Were you sworn my mortal enemy?
Were you sworn my mortal enemy?
Sooner or later,
Killing me,
Drowning me
Down,
Until I fall
Cracked and
Broken.
Leaving me
Empty
Dead and
Hopeless................
My hated pain (myself)
I
Still feel you
Slicing me
Down, until
I'm just a
Slither of my
Personality...............
I've done enough searching to know,
The existence of my second soul.......
I've done enough searching to know,
The existence of my...
Were you sworn my mortal enemy?
Were you sworn my mortal enemy?
Sooner or later,
Killing me,
Drowning me
Down,
Until I fall
Cracked and
Broken.
Leaving me
Empty
Dead and
Hopeless................
My hated pain (myself)
I
Still feel you
Slicing me
Down, until
I'm just a
Slither of my
Personality...............
I've done enough searching to know,
The existence of my second soul.......
I've done enough searching to know,
The existence of my...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 4:19pm
7th Jun 2013 4:19pm
Head f**k Of Universal Proportion
If we were never more than a thought and all we saw was illusion, from what point of observation were we viewing the information, if we didn't really exist?
If we are all in fact one consciousness experiencing itself via individual soul concept, how does the energy transfer from sense of self to total awareness when we leave our physical bodies?
If we are spirit born into this physical body from an all knowing non judgemental mind, why would we torture ourselves with such a limited perception?
If we are such a consuming, polluting race, is it possible we are a...
If we are all in fact one consciousness experiencing itself via individual soul concept, how does the energy transfer from sense of self to total awareness when we leave our physical bodies?
If we are spirit born into this physical body from an all knowing non judgemental mind, why would we torture ourselves with such a limited perception?
If we are such a consuming, polluting race, is it possible we are a...
744 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 2:26pm
7th Jun 2013 2:26pm
When God f**ked Mary, A Fable Was Born (Christians beware)
1198 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jun 2013 2:06pm
6th Jun 2013 2:06pm
Are we worth it?
So angry all the time, trying to find peace with these rhymes, lying to myself, slowly dying inside, screaming, silently help. Trying to vent this pain is torture, but I don't want to rent this game it's not my scene it's abortion, I guess I'm just fucked twisted up like a contortionist. Being stuck like this is unfortunate, because any view i gain is warped with pain and sordid morbidity. So much truth to project, but hate for this race of well fed clones programmed to keep the floodgates closed, keeps me silent. Till it bubbles up inside and I spew it out like a tyrant dictating false...
738 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
23rd May 2013 1:26pm
23rd May 2013 1:26pm
Verse 2
We're fed shit and told to chew till it hurts,
this life's a circus and we're the freaks,
the main attraction,
they prod is with pain and predict our reaction.
Brains no longer active thoughts not our own,
implanted beliefs the seeds have been sown.
It's our choice if we want to be dumb sheep and follow,
get in debt deep and borrow,
till the banks loan out souls and we pay interest with sorrow.
We sit and hope that the rain will be here tomorrow
so it helps to wash down this pain as we tilt our necks back and swallow.
They want to...
this life's a circus and we're the freaks,
the main attraction,
they prod is with pain and predict our reaction.
Brains no longer active thoughts not our own,
implanted beliefs the seeds have been sown.
It's our choice if we want to be dumb sheep and follow,
get in debt deep and borrow,
till the banks loan out souls and we pay interest with sorrow.
We sit and hope that the rain will be here tomorrow
so it helps to wash down this pain as we tilt our necks back and swallow.
They want to...
658 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
21st May 2013 1:55pm
21st May 2013 1:55pm
Verse 1
Ten thousand sunrises,
ten thousand set.
Yin balances yang
in a paradox combined
with perceptive intent.
Might have hardened up a bit
and stopped crying,
but I still can't grow
accustom to watching
the children dying.
I tried to open my eyes and make sense of this reality,
But instead I opened my mind and let go of gravity.
Saw a picture of time, I saw this insanity,
that says we have to kill each other so we can live lavishly.
Or maybe it's just so we can feel security.
What will it...
ten thousand set.
Yin balances yang
in a paradox combined
with perceptive intent.
Might have hardened up a bit
and stopped crying,
but I still can't grow
accustom to watching
the children dying.
I tried to open my eyes and make sense of this reality,
But instead I opened my mind and let go of gravity.
Saw a picture of time, I saw this insanity,
that says we have to kill each other so we can live lavishly.
Or maybe it's just so we can feel security.
What will it...
651 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2013 3:36pm
20th May 2013 3:36pm
Monotone Lives
Prison for your mind
Sleep, wake repeat.
To kiss me is a crime
Best kiss me in your dreams.
Definition of loneliness;
Popular, with occasional
Lapses of faked emotion.
Programmed reality
Scheduled for deletion
End this perception of insanity
And the sleep, wake repeaters.
Sleep, wake repeat.
To kiss me is a crime
Best kiss me in your dreams.
Definition of loneliness;
Popular, with occasional
Lapses of faked emotion.
Programmed reality
Scheduled for deletion
End this perception of insanity
And the sleep, wake repeaters.
737 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2013 3:07pm
20th May 2013 3:07pm
No Lesson Generation X
Once when the pain possessed
and we molested our breasts of healing,
We hid behind the pain of sex
and faked and raped out feelings.
Misled with wine and bread
Death on a cross became accepted,
But the hate within ourselves met with
a society full of rejection.
We are the brave
Breathe in our sound
We are the love
Arise from the ground
We reach for the light
Youth no longer drown
Weights grew heavy
And our burdens consumed air
We paid your sick levies
To live a life so unfair.
Dug up the graves ...
and we molested our breasts of healing,
We hid behind the pain of sex
and faked and raped out feelings.
Misled with wine and bread
Death on a cross became accepted,
But the hate within ourselves met with
a society full of rejection.
We are the brave
Breathe in our sound
We are the love
Arise from the ground
We reach for the light
Youth no longer drown
Weights grew heavy
And our burdens consumed air
We paid your sick levies
To live a life so unfair.
Dug up the graves ...
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4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2013 12:27pm
2nd Jan 2013 12:27pm
Too much to say, not enough said
It hates, it scars,
unpainted buildings
as we limp to an archontic world.
The pain,
of the ancients
buried under
dust and lies,
just futilely crying
out to be known.
We've grown detached
from ourselves,
just rotten smells
smelt with plastic noses.
Blood splatters
like matter
from the squeeze
of the trigger,
day by day
our reflection
fades in the mirror.
We've created
this hatred,
standing divided
over colour,
and love,
so hard
to grasp
when we...
unpainted buildings
as we limp to an archontic world.
The pain,
of the ancients
buried under
dust and lies,
just futilely crying
out to be known.
We've grown detached
from ourselves,
just rotten smells
smelt with plastic noses.
Blood splatters
like matter
from the squeeze
of the trigger,
day by day
our reflection
fades in the mirror.
We've created
this hatred,
standing divided
over colour,
and love,
so hard
to grasp
when we...
560 reads
0 Comments
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