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The Dirty Thirty

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 00:28:49 -0500

As he reached the playground, The sun had reached High Noon. They both reached for their pistol, And each shot right through. Both of them had clean shots, And both of them could stand. The other man laughed, And then felt to the sand. The kids were no longer bullied, The playground was set free. But what of that vigilante That never mad... Read More

Dying to Live

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 00:17:36 -0500

Simple sirens, empty screaming, rushing to the scene, it and all meet at the end of things in a place filled with serene beauty, an unmatched wealth for every man who makes it there, surviving the wear and tear of live, and finally seeing what we were all meant to see. can anyone tell me, what it takes to get there, can anyone giv... Read More

The Journey (In Progress)

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 12:03:29 -0500

Time ticks by over millions of faces, Millions of things going on in a million different places, And all I know is that I'm waiting right here. Who ever really knows what their waiting for? Who ever really knows what tomorrow could bring to them, Or just what it might take away! CHORUS Though time may heal all wounds, It does it's fai... Read More

Nearly Every Single Day (Poem)

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 22:56:54 -0500

We always come to say goodbye, We always see to over stay Our welcome somewhere else Nearly every single day. We were put here blind and deaf, And have since made our way, But we lose a bit of what we learned, Nearly every single day. We live, we love, we lust. We writhe in our decay As we sin a little more, Nearly every single day. ... Read More

Freedom?

Thu, 01 Jun 2006 18:59:39 -0500

Such explicit things As my form is tingling. Forced against my will, I shall remain here ever watching... Waiting... Waiting for that moment, With all of its sweet serene freedom. Free me... From all of this! Please forgive me, For I'm not well. I've been a tad eccentric, Since I was sent into- Ever burning, ever bright. Hazing to... Read More

Untitled (In Progress)

Tue, 23 May 2006 21:54:04 -0500

Sing a song of two souls, Their fate is intertwined. A simple, feeble, humble one, Is the string that keeps them tied. Angels on earth, traps in their own sin, Warping and twisting from all that lies within. Deprivation of life, deprivation of light. Everything will end on that dark, stormy night. Six set paces, two armed men dance, Ea... Read More

The Web

Fri, 19 May 2006 21:50:34 -0500

Each little string is just making its way To every little person today, Sticking to them and just pulling them in, And tying them up with its web of... [Pleading] Can anybody see what has happened to me? Can anybody hear my screaming? No, everyone don't just do as you please, Or else you'll end up like me... Outside, the little strings... Read More

No idea (In Progress)

Fri, 19 May 2006 21:45:00 -0500

click click, tap tap, talk talk, munch munch click click, tap tap, talk talk, munch munch every little sound is a part of a picture an unabridged whole every message sent through to the mind is apart of the soul everything that is said to me, will only last so long... everything that is said to be, is there, and then it's gone [CHORU... Read More

Man of Midnight (In Progress)

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 19:26:32 -0500

[PREFACE] Midnight Wanderer, Midnight Strider, Exiled man and hell-horse rider. Bide your time, 'til next we meet, When I will then have your defeat. [CHORUS] Midnight wanderer, can you tell me where is it you go? Midnight wanderer, can you tell me why this is so? Why do you run? Why do you hide? Why is it in no one that you confide? Wh... Read More

The Counting Game (Being Reworked)

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 19:16:07 -0600

One... Two... Three...motherfucker... Four... Five... Six, six shots to kill the world. The revolver of the revolution is a powerless piece, A weapon to those who use it. An idea, that behind the men, Is a stone that stands against the pen as they lose it. Confuse me, Abuse me, But I'll come back to finish things off. Kill me, S... Read More