Best Band Of All Time
Date: Apr 8th, 2005 10:07:16 am - Subscribe
Mood: Supportful Of My Favorite Band
Sorry I havn't bloged in a while, I've been busy.
This post is just for advertising my favorite band "Emery." They are the most sincere people I have ever met, and there music is beautifully engaging. So check them out.
-- emerymusic.com
--purevolume.com/emery
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Lost with Contingency
Date: Mar 23rd, 2005 8:45:07 am - Subscribe
Mood: Losing Content, while Longing for Understanding
Why? Why? Why?
Most problems in this life can be traced back to a single person per problem. Who is the problem that started the rolling stone of the current rape of our voice by the pop culture media? Im pissed and confused at the thought of being censered by some fat white guys, who make more money in a month than i make in five years. How did our "society" become sopressed by these discusting faceless theives, and why is "our country" putting up with it? Our constitution was setup so that if we disliked what was going on in our country we could destroy it and rebuild to our satisfaction, the end... What happend to the (lack of a better phrase) countries balls, we've gone through reverse puberty, our "balls" have shrunk up and crawled back into our stomach, this is a load of crap, revolt!!!!!!
revolt--revolt--revolt--revolt--revolt--revolt--revolt--revolt--revolt--revolt--revolt--revolt--
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To the Love who took Her Life
Date: Mar 4th, 2005 6:51:38 am - Subscribe
Mood: emotional
Daughter
Now She's gone away,
But I love her anyway,
I used to hold her close,
But all I have is a ghost.
I long to hold her again,
But held back by my sin,
God how is that your plan,
That the one I love drifts away as sand.
My life is riddled with death,
Please give her back her breathe,
Evil over came her head,
Is there anything I should have said.
I hate this month of July,
It holds the pain of good bye,
Why did she have to go,
I wish she would have known,
I loved her.
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Inspired by Insanity
Date: Mar 4th, 2005 6:38:58 am - Subscribe
Mood: Inspired by Insanity
A Cry to the Cutter
Small simple safe price,
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets,
This is not a small cut,
That scabs and dries and flakes and heals.
And I'm not afraid to die,
And I'm not afraid to bleed, and fu--, and fight.
I want the pain of payment,
Whats left but a section of pigmee sized cuts, Much like the slew of a thousand unwanted fu--s.
Would you be my little cut,
Would you be my thousand fu--s?
And make a mark leaving space for my guilt to be liquid?
To fill and spill, over and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish, cry out to the cutter, I'm cutting trying to picture, your black broken heart. Love is not like anything, especially a fu--ing knife.
[a poem by Bart McCracken}
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The Beggining of My Darkest Hour: Poem Part1
Date: Mar 4th, 2005 6:26:16 am - Subscribe
Mood: Questioning My Vanity
Absent from Light (The Darkness Sweeps)
As the dark haze swallows my death,
For when in the light I loose my breath,
[to be continued...] :darkside
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