....we are just zombies roaming the new ruined world aimlessly and blindly the reaping shall be great and harvest shall be bitter....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 08/28/12
Thursday, August 30, 2012
"Behind the Black" Written by Sara Yolanda Gauger
Behind the Black
The same presence in every dream. The lights upstairs are always off. The same force is always watching, smiling from the dark. No form or shape, just a smile. Sometimes smoky, blurred eyes. They are smiling too. It wants to watch me fail. Whether I cry in fear or smile in sin. It's just pleased in the pain behind out all.
To watch me burn in the end.
By Sara Yolanda Gauger
Posted on 08/28/12
The same presence in every dream. The lights upstairs are always off. The same force is always watching, smiling from the dark. No form or shape, just a smile. Sometimes smoky, blurred eyes. They are smiling too. It wants to watch me fail. Whether I cry in fear or smile in sin. It's just pleased in the pain behind out all.
To watch me burn in the end.
By Sara Yolanda Gauger
Posted on 08/28/12
"Musing 10" Written by Greg Rogers
....the life you own is no longer yours controlled by other forces seen and unseen the life you own that suffers the soul death does not seem a fear but a release and a blessing let the lights go dark and the spirit breath easy....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted 08/27/12
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted 08/27/12
"Musing 9" Written by Greg Rogers
....the life you own is no longer yours controlled by other forces seen and unseen the life you own that suffers the soul death does not seem a fear but a release and a blessing let the lights go dark and the spirit breath easy....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 08/28/12
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 08/28/12
"thrust..." Written By Greg Rogers
thrust....
June 18, 2011 at 6:06 pm
come to me and sacrifice your flesh as a gift of carnal intimacy feeling you inside feeling the heat rise with each thrust apon thrust apon thrust feeling your body all over over with lusting hands and lusting touches of the most private of ways within the most private of places offer yourself unto me as a promise and vow of climatic rituals held only within the cover of dark for night is when i rise and need to feed on that which only your giving flesh can provide thrust apon thrust apon thrust erasing time devouring memory destroying life that is all around there is nothing in existence but the animalistic frenzy of us the sweating and moaning and screaming of orgasmic explosions as your body becomes entwined with mine as your soul becomes entangled in my world of night visitations for carnalistic feeding that the body craves as well as the soul as well the mind as well as with each thrust you become more mine more unto me as i become more into you thrust apon thrust apon thrust apon thrust and exploding blackness fills the voids of worlds colliding and shattering destroying the sun destroying the will thrust apon thrust apon thrust until the beast is satiated with your sacrifice until the marks are made so those that see you know that your flesh is mine and mine alone as well as your soul and my hunger is eternal thrust apon thrust apon thrust apon thrust....
Written By Greg Rogers
"rising of the fall...." Written by Greg Rogers
rising of the fall....
....in the rising it is only the fallen that fail for the crossing will damn us all
false hopes false promises righted wrongs that never were
create the hell that walks this path blindly and willingly as sheep are led
believing the falseness that is spoke as truth
unwillingly to see the true path that is written for them to tred
unwanting to feel the true lust that is given them
a wrong life a false life a living lie that wanders where it is told
damnation shall reign anarchy supreme you failed to live
you exist to lie you roam this path this doom to die
you are the fallen the failing race you are the reason
humanity is in disgrace waging your wars for greed and green
raping your children from their mothers womb you are the fallen
the failing bane you are the one i know your name
darkness is calling loud and hard screaming the vengeance of
bloodied heros that should not have been dying for the lie
made by the past the living are dead husks of what once was
no more living the lie see the truth and follow your own road
for in the end we all shall die else there is no point when
you are living the lie....
....in the rising it is only the fallen that fail for the crossing will damn us all
false hopes false promises righted wrongs that never were
create the hell that walks this path blindly and willingly as sheep are led
believing the falseness that is spoke as truth
unwillingly to see the true path that is written for them to tred
unwanting to feel the true lust that is given them
a wrong life a false life a living lie that wanders where it is told
damnation shall reign anarchy supreme you failed to live
you exist to lie you roam this path this doom to die
you are the fallen the failing race you are the reason
humanity is in disgrace waging your wars for greed and green
raping your children from their mothers womb you are the fallen
the failing bane you are the one i know your name
darkness is calling loud and hard screaming the vengeance of
bloodied heros that should not have been dying for the lie
made by the past the living are dead husks of what once was
no more living the lie see the truth and follow your own road
for in the end we all shall die else there is no point when
you are living the lie....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 08/25/12
"Musing 8" Written By Greg Rogers
has the sun blackened and the sky burned or have the puppets finally woke to rebel against their masters slashing the strings and slicing the stage rampaging and raging against the vein.... ;)
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 08/24/12
"the veil...." Written by Greg Rogers
the veil....
remove the veil it is time to see
look apon this face empty eyes no soul is there
feel these hands cold and lifeless as the heart
that pumps no blood these veins are hollow
remove this veil it is no longer need
replace it with a shroud for that is only proper
darkness and peace sweet sweet peace
there is nothing there, there is just no more
and it has duly come payment in full....
remove the veil it is time to see
look apon this face empty eyes no soul is there
feel these hands cold and lifeless as the heart
that pumps no blood these veins are hollow
remove this veil it is no longer need
replace it with a shroud for that is only proper
darkness and peace sweet sweet peace
there is nothing there, there is just no more
and it has duly come payment in full....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 08/24/12
On Greg Rogers Game "Theres a man sitting in the park" 07/13/12
heres a game: an old man is sitting on a bench in a park, brown bag in his lap, cane by his side, pigeons gathered round his feet, but he is not feeding them, cane leaning on the bench slightly tilted, beautiful blue sky no clouds 'cept for one purple bruised color cloud floating against the breeze.
now in 10 lines or less with that image in your mind, write what you feel without thinking about it.
now in 10 lines or less with that image in your mind, write what you feel without thinking about it.
-Greg Rogers
he think about his pass all this year i work for what to sit here with the pigeons?
- Mary Helen Carrizales
- Mary Helen Carrizales
he sits like he always has,
alone wishing he could stand
and thinking how his life was blue and clear
until she left because he had nothing to give her.
he didn't notice when she spread her wings.
he never thought to go to the corner store
and buy a loaf of bread.
alone wishing he could stand
and thinking how his life was blue and clear
until she left because he had nothing to give her.
he didn't notice when she spread her wings.
he never thought to go to the corner store
and buy a loaf of bread.
-Chris Poethead Brooks
I bring my lunch everyday, to watch life go by and drift away,
-Johnny Blade
1.Heart's stopped in a gaze.
2.That cloud had wings like the angel that he once held.
3.Three years since, an eternity it seems.
4.Bright sunlight peaks through kindly blinding as if she was there standing smiling taking his breath away.
5.The cool breeze calms his breath.
6.The remembrance enlightens his soul.
7.Another time, another dime for the penny arcade that is life.
8.He smiles, he laughs, she extends her hands.
9.Time to come home time to be one again.
10.No worries, no hurries, just peace at last.
2.That cloud had wings like the angel that he once held.
3.Three years since, an eternity it seems.
4.Bright sunlight peaks through kindly blinding as if she was there standing smiling taking his breath away.
5.The cool breeze calms his breath.
6.The remembrance enlightens his soul.
7.Another time, another dime for the penny arcade that is life.
8.He smiles, he laughs, she extends her hands.
9.Time to come home time to be one again.
10.No worries, no hurries, just peace at last.
-Omar Rivera
wouldn't be fair if i didn't do the game myself so here goes: “no wind today, no laughter, no tears
Pain in the air the truth is clear
Time is not kind nor clean or wise
this day or this night someone somewhere cries
time the evil made by man time the relentless
sacrifice it demands
two hearts that were one is past
two hearts no more time has come at last
time is not kind nor clean or wise
for end the end is all we have and yet there Is no time”
Pain in the air the truth is clear
Time is not kind nor clean or wise
this day or this night someone somewhere cries
time the evil made by man time the relentless
sacrifice it demands
two hearts that were one is past
two hearts no more time has come at last
time is not kind nor clean or wise
for end the end is all we have and yet there Is no time”
-Greg Rogers
"My Li(e)fe" Written By Johnny Blade
My Li(e)fe
I'm not a musician or famous at all but listen to my tales for they're very tall.
I have no limits nothing's too extreme, I was almost on the Olympics team!
I've met descendants of the great Robin Hood! I've done crazy things even Tom Green never would!
Yes I am great and yes I am awesome but I hope no one knows I stay home and watch Blossom.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/23/12
I'm not a musician or famous at all but listen to my tales for they're very tall.
I have no limits nothing's too extreme, I was almost on the Olympics team!
I've met descendants of the great Robin Hood! I've done crazy things even Tom Green never would!
Yes I am great and yes I am awesome but I hope no one knows I stay home and watch Blossom.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/23/12
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
"Pity for the Poisoned" Written By Caleb Hendricks
Pity for the Poisoned
Do not anger at those who live in hate
Pity them, for they're ignorant to the glories of love
Those that spit vitriol on religion and race
Of such beauty they lack knowledge of
To live with such anger is the loneliest place
Without the love of your fellow man
For no vengeance or venom could ever replace
The touch of a comforting hand
So remember when bitter and bigoted slaves
Imprisoned by vitriolic lies
To teach them with patience the beauty of grace
For love sees beyond veiled eyes.
Written By Caleb Hendricks on 08/22/12
"Resilient" Written by Jennifer Renae Conlee
Resilient
I refuse to fall.
No, my darling, I won't go down.
You're still standing and so shall I
Remain firm.
You haven't asked for my heart
I refuse to fall.
No, my darling, I won't go down.
You're still standing and so shall I
Remain firm.
You haven't asked for my heart
And so I keep it locked tight
Though I can feel it beating wildly
Trying to escape from these walls I've built.
No, it won't come out.
You have the key, but do you realize it?
Did you know that with a simple phrase
An admission of the feelings you hide so well
That the door will swing open and
My heart will run to you.
But you don't turn the key
You keep it in a dark dusty corner
And forget that it's there
So my heart stays where it is
And I stay silent.
Written by Jennifer Renae Conlee
Though I can feel it beating wildly
Trying to escape from these walls I've built.
No, it won't come out.
You have the key, but do you realize it?
Did you know that with a simple phrase
An admission of the feelings you hide so well
That the door will swing open and
My heart will run to you.
But you don't turn the key
You keep it in a dark dusty corner
And forget that it's there
So my heart stays where it is
And I stay silent.
Written by Jennifer Renae Conlee
Posted 08/20/12
"Celestial Desolation" Written by Johnny Blade
Celestial Desolation
I loved you and provided all your needs, fed the animals and planted the seeds.
I loved you and provided all your needs, fed the animals and planted the seeds.
You started cutting down the mighty trees, hunting animals and polluting the seas.
All that I Gave you replaced by man made, until all of my essence is starting to fade.
I was here for you from your birth, you betrayed me human, you've killed the Earth.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 08/19/12
"Morning Sunshine" Written by Johnny Blade
Morning SunshineI wake up and think about the upcoming day,
I know I'll get to see your face, I know things will go my way.
Everyday is a blessing and this I know is true,
the gift of life and all it's beauty prevents me from being blue,
I love all of these gifts but the best gift is you.
You bring sunshine into my life and keep away the bad,
I am proud of nothing more than being called your dad.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 08/04/12
"blow...." Written by Greg Rogers
blow....
....blow wind blow hard and strong impregnate the clouds envenom the storm bring the rain violent thunder raging lightning tear assunder the sun pommel the ground unhallowed shall it be forever this fated day show the pain and anger of this tortured soul bring the rain bring the rain for there can be no peace no more no more....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 08/16/12
....blow wind blow hard and strong impregnate the clouds envenom the storm bring the rain violent thunder raging lightning tear assunder the sun pommel the ground unhallowed shall it be forever this fated day show the pain and anger of this tortured soul bring the rain bring the rain for there can be no peace no more no more....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted 08/16/12
"Quarter Of Quebec" Written by Johnny Blade
Quarter Of Quebec
With a voice change was brought upon the sick city, there was much blood shed but it brought revolution,
though it's history is gritty the Quarter Of Quebec was a sign of evolution.
Evil tyrant Pierre Pierre took all for himself causing suffering everywhere,
he got anything he wanted from anyone which isn't fair.
A girl stepped up with the softest voice
and said "This can change, we can all be healthy, we have a choice"
stunned faces resonated through the crowd until a man stood beside her,
joined by another and another and another until the entire city stared down Pierre Pierre.
There were a few loyal guards who fought against the crowd
but there were too many and Pierre Pierre was slain as he screamed aloud.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/19/12
"my cocoa affair" Written by Caleb Hendricks
my cocoa affair
By Caleb Hendricks
When my eyes grow weary and my tired head nods
And the walls begin to close in
By Caleb Hendricks
When my eyes grow weary and my tired head nods
And the walls begin to close in
I reach for the sweet sweet nector of the gods
Oh, coffee, my secret sin
I awake in the morning a delight to my eyes
To see you looking back at me
I don't know how I could cope with all those long lonely nights
Without your support and your strength
When I was young we used to spend all night
Just you and me in a Denny's booth
You were there when I needed a boost to get by
And we've left stains on the table for proof
Now that I'm older I still can rely
On your exquisite willingness to adapt
You're all that I want and I don't have to think twice
I'll never switch to decaf
Written on 08/19/12
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Oh, coffee, my secret sin
I awake in the morning a delight to my eyes
To see you looking back at me
I don't know how I could cope with all those long lonely nights
Without your support and your strength
When I was young we used to spend all night
Just you and me in a Denny's booth
You were there when I needed a boost to get by
And we've left stains on the table for proof
Now that I'm older I still can rely
On your exquisite willingness to adapt
You're all that I want and I don't have to think twice
I'll never switch to decaf
Written on 08/19/12
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"Midnight Mistress" Written by Johnny Blade
Midnight Mistress
Marriage is a blessing yes truly a gift but after some time things can turn to shit.
Every night I'm with the love of my life, I'm so lucky she doesn't mind I have a wife.
My wife was great at first but after a year she became her worst, I found out though that her sister's the best.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/19/12
Marriage is a blessing yes truly a gift but after some time things can turn to shit.
Every night I'm with the love of my life, I'm so lucky she doesn't mind I have a wife.
My wife was great at first but after a year she became her worst, I found out though that her sister's the best.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/19/12
"Psychotic Courtship" Written by Johnny Blade
Psychotic Courtship
Every single day you always call me, I told you I need a little space,
nothing seems to make you see and soon I'll punch you in the face.
You think that life is about you but no one else is caring,
it's really creepy when you email me asking what I'm wearing.
You've stalked me for too damn long I can barely speak
but I'll file for a restraining order and keep you away from me you freak!
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 08/19/12
Every single day you always call me, I told you I need a little space,
nothing seems to make you see and soon I'll punch you in the face.
You think that life is about you but no one else is caring,
it's really creepy when you email me asking what I'm wearing.
You've stalked me for too damn long I can barely speak
but I'll file for a restraining order and keep you away from me you freak!
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 08/19/12
"Goodbye" Written by Johnny Blade
Goodbye
I'm rude because I'm truthful you say with a straight face,
I can't believe you're serious so I just stand in place.
Shit happens, things change everyday,
I choose not to argue but hear this that I say.
You aren't special and neither am I
but if you can't accept my truth then it's best to say goodbye.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/19/12
I'm rude because I'm truthful you say with a straight face,
I can't believe you're serious so I just stand in place.
Shit happens, things change everyday,
I choose not to argue but hear this that I say.
You aren't special and neither am I
but if you can't accept my truth then it's best to say goodbye.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/19/12
"Tears Of An Orphan" Written by Johnny Blade
Tears Of An Orphan
My parents were abusive so I killed them in their sleep,
I was never blamed so it was my secret to keep.
I went from foster home to next in search of a family I was told,
I never cared to be adopted and hoped for only more fun and to be out of the cold.
My parents were the first but there's been so many more once I felt the rush,
it's a feeling of such power to take on such a role, yeah I had parents but I never had a soul.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 08/19/12
"The Vade Ain't Gonna Fade" Written by Johnny Blade
The Vade Ain't Gonna Fade
I am the dark lord of all the sith, the man, the legend, the mother fucking myth!
I rule the empire with my force choke, the emperor was inferior really just a joke.
I'm the space devil and now you're out of luck, I'll cut off your hand cause I don't give a *Breathing Sounds*
If you're searching for the truth then I'll tell you no bother,
I banged your mom so hard that I'm your and Leia's father!
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted on 08/19/12
On Greg Rogers Subject 10 lines or less on 07/13/12
heres a game: an old man is sitting on a bench in a park, brown bag in his lap, cane by his side, pigeons gathered round his feet, but he is not feeding them, cane leaning on the bench slightly tilted, beautiful blue sky no clouds 'cept for one purple bruised color cloud floating against the breeze.
now in 10 lines or less with that image in your mind, write what you feel without thinking about it.
now in 10 lines or less with that image in your mind, write what you feel without thinking about it.
--- Greg Rogers
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he think about his pass all this year i work for what to sit here with the pigeons
--- Mary Helen Carrizales
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he sits like he always has,
alone wishing he could stand
and thinking how his life was blue and clear
until she left because he had nothing to give her.
he didn't notice when she spread her wings.
he never thought to go to the corner store
and buy a loaf of bread.
--- Chris Poethead Brooks
alone wishing he could stand
and thinking how his life was blue and clear
until she left because he had nothing to give her.
he didn't notice when she spread her wings.
he never thought to go to the corner store
and buy a loaf of bread.
--- Chris Poethead Brooks
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I bring my lunch everyday, to watch life go by and drift away,
--- Johnny Blade
--- Johnny Blade
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1.Heart's stopped in a gaze.
2.That cloud had wings like the angel that he once held.
3.Three years since, an eternity it seems.
4.Bright sunlight peaks through kindly blinding as if she was there standing smiling taking his breath away.
5.The cool breeze calms his breath.
6.The remembrance enlightens his soul.
7.Another time, another dime for the penny arcade that is life.
8.He smiles, he laughs, she extends her hands.
9.Time to come home time to be one again.
10.No worries, no hurries, just peace at last.
--- Omar Rivera
2.That cloud had wings like the angel that he once held.
3.Three years since, an eternity it seems.
4.Bright sunlight peaks through kindly blinding as if she was there standing smiling taking his breath away.
5.The cool breeze calms his breath.
6.The remembrance enlightens his soul.
7.Another time, another dime for the penny arcade that is life.
8.He smiles, he laughs, she extends her hands.
9.Time to come home time to be one again.
10.No worries, no hurries, just peace at last.
--- Omar Rivera
"Address to the wounded" Written by America Gonzales
Address to the wounded
Sometimes people are going to hurt you. And sometimes secretly, you want them too. So that you can feel that you are real. There is no reason to be hurt except that we all need to be hurt. We need to bleed.
We all need to bleed. It proves that we aren't dead. And the harder that someone hurts you. The more you realize your alive. In that one moment you ARE more alive. You want to be independent of that pain and hurt... But you can't escape it. It's breeding in your soul. Its the force that rips your heart to peices.
And with that force you break free. You realize that no one is ever going to love you like the one person who hurt you the most. Because they cared enough to keep you alive by making you bleed.
July 21, 2011
Written By America Gonzales
"Pat" Written By Adam Guerra
Pat
Have you ever wanted to spread your wings and forget about the world
like really spread your arms and feel the deserving air, reach into your lungs and grab your verry existence
and yell into your ears, pound on your chest and rush like water falls to the edge of all your bounderies
Push up off the concrete floors that have set you in your path of delusion and snip off all of gravitys little tricks
so you can finally smile forever so you can finally smile forever....
I knew a girl who once did, she would breath in second hand smoke and stutter her way through school with no real heroes except for
her cousin she drew on the only purple note book she had, and everyday would be a new reminder of somthing she never had,
Parents that cared for her....
While daddy was out selling crack..
Mommy would whore her body out for nickel bags of pot, with out any hesitation for the goodness of humanity as
the whole torment of stranger danger consumed little pats life,
she dreamed of snuggling with a big stuffed teddy bear
that smelled like strawberries insdead of an ugly pillow that smelled like and ashtrey
She dreamed of holding hands with compassion instead of being pushed away by hands that were never washed
her mind was a house filled with crack pipes and heroin nightmares, her heart beat was like a record on repeat
as needle skipped from father to mother to stranger to her only brother.
Though her voice was not strong, her heart matched towards the want of a better life, cut away from the cocaine nose
jobs of parental guidence that put shame into the eqaution by entering her memories forver, like an addictive itch she
cant scratch, as if to never go away from the emptiness of a refridgerater, or the dry thirst that was provided everyday,
She watches in slow motion like time being disected by God, her family being ripped apart by drugs, and her cries get stronger,
till ther is no stutter left in her vocal chords to hook onto rehabilitation by her eyes, she has seen more hurt in her 10 years
of living than I will ever, and she mutters softly spoken sentences to me that only come from 30 year old wemon.
I dont want to be alive she says!
If life is this hard, shoot me dead, shoot me up, leave me for dead!
and as My head turns away, I see somthing like ghosts , startling my presence.
She is gone but not forgotten, my little cousin of only 10.
Written By Adam Guerra
Push up off the concrete floors that have set you in your path of delusion and snip off all of gravitys little tricks
so you can finally smile forever so you can finally smile forever....
I knew a girl who once did, she would breath in second hand smoke and stutter her way through school with no real heroes except for
her cousin she drew on the only purple note book she had, and everyday would be a new reminder of somthing she never had,
Parents that cared for her....
While daddy was out selling crack..
Mommy would whore her body out for nickel bags of pot, with out any hesitation for the goodness of humanity as
the whole torment of stranger danger consumed little pats life,
she dreamed of snuggling with a big stuffed teddy bear
that smelled like strawberries insdead of an ugly pillow that smelled like and ashtrey
She dreamed of holding hands with compassion instead of being pushed away by hands that were never washed
her mind was a house filled with crack pipes and heroin nightmares, her heart beat was like a record on repeat
as needle skipped from father to mother to stranger to her only brother.
Though her voice was not strong, her heart matched towards the want of a better life, cut away from the cocaine nose
jobs of parental guidence that put shame into the eqaution by entering her memories forver, like an addictive itch she
cant scratch, as if to never go away from the emptiness of a refridgerater, or the dry thirst that was provided everyday,
She watches in slow motion like time being disected by God, her family being ripped apart by drugs, and her cries get stronger,
till ther is no stutter left in her vocal chords to hook onto rehabilitation by her eyes, she has seen more hurt in her 10 years
of living than I will ever, and she mutters softly spoken sentences to me that only come from 30 year old wemon.
I dont want to be alive she says!
If life is this hard, shoot me dead, shoot me up, leave me for dead!
and as My head turns away, I see somthing like ghosts , startling my presence.
She is gone but not forgotten, my little cousin of only 10.
Written By Adam Guerra
Posted on 08/12/12
"First Child" Written by Adam Guerra
First Child
Tonight I am feeling alittle mis treated, beyond this greaving distaste in my mouth
there is an empty pit growing, seeding like amputations of lesser known minds
that grow quietly like open casket veiwings and as i accept my fate
the rythmic expectations that were once singing like melodic choirs of angelic voices
drown out the pain caused by years of alcoholic vices
And I know in the timid explanation of two hands that time has shown
we have not been introduced to an original happiness like this before
all has been structured by the artifical drooling of ugliness
and chemicals just look like fuzzy faces that I drink away
Plain sight is no more a beautiful image if all I see is ugly!
Colorblind imagery is not good if you are wanting to paint the world!
And by the timing that has flourished through these grape vines for bones that blossem sweet nectar
for blood and sweet somthings from whispers We remember that the second hand of vertical descent towards
the 6 foot imagination hustling deeply nested liked baby birds before the moment of jumping is manicly
inspired by instinct, so we try to look forward with out using the hanging rope that our reasons provide us
We dont want to kill imagination for more reality!
because reality is a peice of the problem
Because there is a kinder story than rape
Becuase there is a map inside our palms that grow to our hearts and the beats per minute show as footsteps
deaply nestled inside the sprockets of our machine bodies, needing more electrical current hugs and kisses
to inspire the fire with in our time capsule memories.
because we , like any other animal need love, this compassion of written sentences acted out like paychecks
that cause smiles from a hard days work, when left splintered by the aching mind of other individuals that
think they work harder than you, by the back breaking endevours that swallow you like 5 zoloft pills
in the middle of a long 3 am wake up call, beneath the endless script of never forgetting with what you are stuck
with, clarifying the balance of compassion well given by driving the pen further down the road , to escape the near
ending fear and we scream like leaporsy burns!
WE will not give up!
We will stand in this unit like needle pins in the skin for soft measure
Untill we gather more corouge to push back even the most evil of ignorance
untill it surrenders with white flags and buckled knees
untill the phrase "i will try" turns into "it is done"
untill the moon finally gets its wish to be respected as much as the sun
untill My wife gets her happiness back
until my brother finds that he is perfect how he is
untill my father realizes he did a great job in raising his son
untill my mother finds out that she has inspired me to do my best
And we stand like abrupting volcanoes, spewing out the magic that covers all like silk blankets for resting
We grow unto fully fledged spiret cadavaers that breathe the same as love gives off
and forge ahead the timing of exhausted minutes, but the smile of the observant never questions our questions
becuase some where out there, there is a man by the name of Adam, who knows not the awnsers, but he will sure as hell
try to find where his beginnings will end.
And as he stands amongst a crowd of famliar faces and strangers, once again holding his heart out on his sleeves,
tucking away at nothing that scabs or heals, he hopes to find dignity, in the fields that lay before him, planted like
seeds from the words of other poets, just like him.
Written By Adam Guerra
Posted on 08/12/12
Tonight I am feeling alittle mis treated, beyond this greaving distaste in my mouth
there is an empty pit growing, seeding like amputations of lesser known minds
that grow quietly like open casket veiwings and as i accept my fate
the rythmic expectations that were once singing like melodic choirs of angelic voices
drown out the pain caused by years of alcoholic vices
And I know in the timid explanation of two hands that time has shown
we have not been introduced to an original happiness like this before
all has been structured by the artifical drooling of ugliness
and chemicals just look like fuzzy faces that I drink away
Plain sight is no more a beautiful image if all I see is ugly!
Colorblind imagery is not good if you are wanting to paint the world!
And by the timing that has flourished through these grape vines for bones that blossem sweet nectar
for blood and sweet somthings from whispers We remember that the second hand of vertical descent towards
the 6 foot imagination hustling deeply nested liked baby birds before the moment of jumping is manicly
inspired by instinct, so we try to look forward with out using the hanging rope that our reasons provide us
We dont want to kill imagination for more reality!
because reality is a peice of the problem
Because there is a kinder story than rape
Becuase there is a map inside our palms that grow to our hearts and the beats per minute show as footsteps
deaply nestled inside the sprockets of our machine bodies, needing more electrical current hugs and kisses
to inspire the fire with in our time capsule memories.
because we , like any other animal need love, this compassion of written sentences acted out like paychecks
that cause smiles from a hard days work, when left splintered by the aching mind of other individuals that
think they work harder than you, by the back breaking endevours that swallow you like 5 zoloft pills
in the middle of a long 3 am wake up call, beneath the endless script of never forgetting with what you are stuck
with, clarifying the balance of compassion well given by driving the pen further down the road , to escape the near
ending fear and we scream like leaporsy burns!
WE will not give up!
We will stand in this unit like needle pins in the skin for soft measure
Untill we gather more corouge to push back even the most evil of ignorance
untill it surrenders with white flags and buckled knees
untill the phrase "i will try" turns into "it is done"
untill the moon finally gets its wish to be respected as much as the sun
untill My wife gets her happiness back
until my brother finds that he is perfect how he is
untill my father realizes he did a great job in raising his son
untill my mother finds out that she has inspired me to do my best
And we stand like abrupting volcanoes, spewing out the magic that covers all like silk blankets for resting
We grow unto fully fledged spiret cadavaers that breathe the same as love gives off
and forge ahead the timing of exhausted minutes, but the smile of the observant never questions our questions
becuase some where out there, there is a man by the name of Adam, who knows not the awnsers, but he will sure as hell
try to find where his beginnings will end.
And as he stands amongst a crowd of famliar faces and strangers, once again holding his heart out on his sleeves,
tucking away at nothing that scabs or heals, he hopes to find dignity, in the fields that lay before him, planted like
seeds from the words of other poets, just like him.
Written By Adam Guerra
Posted on 08/12/12
"Servitude" Written by Johnny Blade
I my queen, am simply a servant to you. Though we are in different classes my love for you is the second most powerful thing in existence, second only to your eyes of course.
I will fight to the death if you so wish but if I win then grant my wish.
I'll become your personal servant and go everywhere you do, protect you for all times and sleep in your bed, sound like a deal to you?
Oh alright then make that I will sleep at the end of your bed, just being near you is all the peace I need, very well we are agreed I'll be back for you indeed.
I lost the battle and soon I will die but I am more upset I lost the war, my beautiful goddess whom I more than adore.....I can't believe I lost the love that I was fighting for.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/10/12
I will fight to the death if you so wish but if I win then grant my wish.
I'll become your personal servant and go everywhere you do, protect you for all times and sleep in your bed, sound like a deal to you?
Oh alright then make that I will sleep at the end of your bed, just being near you is all the peace I need, very well we are agreed I'll be back for you indeed.
I lost the battle and soon I will die but I am more upset I lost the war, my beautiful goddess whom I more than adore.....I can't believe I lost the love that I was fighting for.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/10/12
"Limerick King" Written By Caleb Hendricks
There once was a sailor named Bob
Who said "Son, you'd best get a job"
If rent isn't paid
You'll never get laid
And end up a mangy old slob..
Dedicated to Bob Hendricks.. the Limerick King... rest in peace you dirty old man..
Written By Caleb Hendricks on 08/09/12
Who said "Son, you'd best get a job"
If rent isn't paid
You'll never get laid
And end up a mangy old slob..
Dedicated to Bob Hendricks.. the Limerick King... rest in peace you dirty old man..
Written By Caleb Hendricks on 08/09/12
"Family Affair" Written by Johnny Blade
Family Affair
I'm sorry it did not work out and that I hurt you so
but in myself I have no doubt that it's best for me to go.
Yes we had some good times and pleasant memories of us
but just take a breath and let me go, don't make such a fuss.
I said goodbye, grabbed my things and on the cheek I kissed her,
as I was walking out I said "I'm sleeping with your sister"
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/04/12
I'm sorry it did not work out and that I hurt you so
but in myself I have no doubt that it's best for me to go.
Yes we had some good times and pleasant memories of us
but just take a breath and let me go, don't make such a fuss.
I said goodbye, grabbed my things and on the cheek I kissed her,
as I was walking out I said "I'm sleeping with your sister"
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/04/12
"Windows" Written by Bryan Coltrane
Windows
Light bends from outside the church through the stained glass Jesus.
The black haired girl sits on her knees and does not notice it.
She prays, it is a part of the game.
“Dear God, Forgive me for my sins.”
Light bends from outside the church through the stained glass Jesus.
The black haired girl sits on her knees and does not notice it.
She prays, it is a part of the game.
“Dear God, Forgive me for my sins.”
She leaves to an evil world of temptation
She walks the streets, dangling her body in front of strangers.
She fears people, feels their eyes upon her, staring out of store windows and third floor balconies, but she couldn’t feel the eyes of god bending through the stained glass Jesus.
The priest found her body in the dumpster, on trick too many.
“Dear God please forgive her for her sins.”
He walked out of the church, oblivious of the light and the eyes of God glowing through the stained glass Jesus.
Written By Bryan Coltrane
Posted on 08/07/12
She walks the streets, dangling her body in front of strangers.
She fears people, feels their eyes upon her, staring out of store windows and third floor balconies, but she couldn’t feel the eyes of god bending through the stained glass Jesus.
The priest found her body in the dumpster, on trick too many.
“Dear God please forgive her for her sins.”
He walked out of the church, oblivious of the light and the eyes of God glowing through the stained glass Jesus.
Written By Bryan Coltrane
Posted on 08/07/12
"Musing 7" Written by Greg Rogers
....to satiate the lustful mind the hungered flesh must feed on flesh to union with another in passion and fire consumating the feast of bodily desire....
Written By Greg Rogers
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 08/07/12
"Azrael" Written by Johnny Blade
Azrael
I see within the sky so vast, all the future and yes the past.
A collection of souls that shine so bright, to help illuminate each human night.
I feel the grasp of unknown pleasure, in these cosmic collections that were put together.
For there is no random clump of stars, beautiful souls are what they are.
So live this life happy and free, the type of soul you have determines what you shall be.
Know that when we leave the flesh it truly is no curse,
for when our souls go into space we become a part of the universe.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/05/12
I see within the sky so vast, all the future and yes the past.
A collection of souls that shine so bright, to help illuminate each human night.
I feel the grasp of unknown pleasure, in these cosmic collections that were put together.
For there is no random clump of stars, beautiful souls are what they are.
So live this life happy and free, the type of soul you have determines what you shall be.
Know that when we leave the flesh it truly is no curse,
for when our souls go into space we become a part of the universe.
Written By Johnny Blade
Posted 08/05/12
Sunday, August 19, 2012
"hold on" Written by Melissa Morris
hold on
hold to the moments that make life simply sweet
hold on to those moments that turn out not so nice or neat
hold on to the moments that make you laugh and really hold on to the ones that make you cry
these are the moments that mold our lives
hold to the moments that make life simply sweet
hold on to those moments that turn out not so nice or neat
hold on to the moments that make you laugh and really hold on to the ones that make you cry
these are the moments that mold our lives
they make us be brave
they open our eyes
hold on to THIS moment as long as you can
but if you let go i will provide a safe place to land
melissa morris 8-4-12
they open our eyes
hold on to THIS moment as long as you can
but if you let go i will provide a safe place to land
melissa morris 8-4-12
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