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It is difficult for a fools habits to change to selflessness-Yamamoto Tsunetomo
The only constant in the universe is change-Carl Sagan
Pitter Patter
Too bright the shades of night,
too grand the proverbial piano.
Smooth the rough edges,
confirm even smoother action.
Fragmented slothful ambition,
slowly crawl toward intermission,
battle away at the war of attrition,
dip the ladle spoon fed addiction.
Played out jaunt portents of greed,
need one want not conformist bred seed.
Left to own device spoken true word splice,
left to own device spoken once thought of twice.
These Things
These drugs, taking over my life like one less hostage.
These formations, like clouds drifting slowly over a wasted afternoon.
These dramatizations, everyday life an act of mutalated desperation.
These tolls, cropped together like spent cigatourette's to be casually used.
These thoughts, forbearing a different stigma of propriety and grace.
The mourning night's after
Don't the lights binkle so twightly upon this morose soup of unsoberness.
Let the summer warmth radiate from the streets, for tonight we dine in proverbial landscapes of our own choosing.
Forgotten feelings dwelling with friends swell intentions swelling in unbecoming verbal masturbation.
Potential piousness subsumed by the fleeting rememberence of the waking lush, pushing the blood through the few membranes left.
Breathing the foul taste of borrowed cologne and clothing another demon left to death little to none of us mourning.
Okay...123 Breathe
Torrential overview sickening synopsis of the former fuel consumated creations toiling to cause souls to roil.
Condemned features and programed realities not enough context to protaganate a pretext.
Plot is changed due to mental corrections swarming foundations breaking this self created insurrection.
Cryptic rhythms with no current theme causing this soul to breem with the guilt, breaking fluent seems.
Creening, the self endowed creatures slowly draw close breathing the last of these window panes as the mind recoils.
Philoetry
Troubled concerns of trifle tribulations, the denseness of reality consumes.
Found formations of pre-conceived proses now smell of the rank intelligence poured into the digital, left to scramble at the base of our ignorance.
Folding cryptic meanings into simpler samples before that base becomes ludacris.
Posessing the power to prosticulate on the brazen attempts to praud at the core basis of why we need justice, not these concentrated efforts of kindness and frugality.
Teeming torrents overflowing with my own brand of abhorrence.
Loosing these thoughts like unlived moments to tip-tap on the hollowness of being truly empty.
Its Cold
Pretense filled with kodiak memories of snow drifting whipped into the street.
Some how the forgotten pathways in our brains shifting like tectonic plates causing destruction and abstract thought patterns.
Torrents of pain like waves of obliteration the shock wave before the flame seperating the real from spent restlessness.
Plain Magic
Plain magic in every days frequencies, the leaves of trees falling to the ground, mathmatic anomalies.
Where does this leave we?
Plain magic our own cant be seen.
Lost in the sheen of every days gleem
of trusted algorithms.
Pillaged forgotten waste,
nothing left now but the taste,
of shattered resting places.
Plain magic in every days frequencies, water falling on the leaves that had fallen from the trees, mathmatic anomalies.
More to the minds eye
Profoundness is found with the absence of your soul,
like lanterns I see the demons of youth glimmer.
Spoken truths uttered in shattered screams of development,
tangled mirrors twisting towards the once understood reality.
Forgotten landscapes of gray and orange dusk,
with nothing more than fault ready to demolish the intensity of the moment.
Unknown Knowledge
Flaunt the knowledge you have and question the knowledge you don't, for questioning leads to curiosity which is the home of true ingenuity.
For when something is known and bleeds from your soul like a virus riding red blood cells out of an open wound, then you "know" it.
So yes most of what is written is re-edited thought patterns, however isn't the only way a human mind can learn through repetition?
Habitual creatures are we, however those who chose to balk at the ones who write about our experience of habit are truly the ones who should be questioning they're unknown knowledge.
Misery is a Muse
Slamming my mind against the confines of reality,
sometimes is to much for simple practicality.
Misery the most ferocious of muses,
Joy and love are easy to confuse with this.
For being in bliss is aimless,
while dwelling the darkness consumes it.
Misery the most easy companion,
while not taking much to become your only champion.
For the fight is short and binds that tie are tightening,
leaving my mind thinking thoughts no other word for it, frightening.
So mirthless is the muse we call Misery,
leaving those behind in a wake of blind creativity.
The girl in the red shawl
And so I saw her on the lone hill,nothing but her red shawl snapping in the wind and the sound of the wind in the leaves of the fossilized tree.
Laying on a stone she beckoned me forward this dream reader I tell you was as real as waking in the day to my acheing joints.
Kissing her candy sweet lips I was swept into a crosswind of emotion pouring from my soul into hers and changed into a perfect oneness of being.
And so I left her on the lone hill, with her red shawl snapping in the wind, the sound of wind in the leaves playing the final notes of the longing I will always feel in my soul for the girl in the red shawl.
I'm not that hot
Im not that hot but I'm not that cold,
to leave you sitting upon the threshold.
I'm not that hot but I understand pain,
to be kicked in the face and told your insane.
I'm not that hot but Ive been living for awhile,
nineteen years is not a lot but is when living in denial.
I'm not that hot and now I understand why,
you need someone there to love you until you die .
Anonymous
Going softly into the ageless night
To sleep in the darkness and dream of the light
Does anyone have the same kind of plight?
To love and be lost while losing your sight
Time to leave at the end of a knife
I never thought I would end my life
Cutting deep the blood now flows
To where Im going only I will know
For heaven is something I do not deserve
While hell is full so happily will I serve
To take your soul will be my place
Into eternity I will fade without grace
So sweetly will the last notes play
When the blood finally drains on this my last day
The Brink
It feels like I haven't smoked enough weed yet.
It feels like its to soon to make another bet.
It feels like it wouldn't take much to show them that life isnt over yet.
So as I move forward to another time and place I sit back and edit my life like it was on a slate, to be wiped clean.
In my young age Ive grown bolder,colder, and it feels like I'm finally taking this weight onto my own shoulders.
Trying to build myself up when the world is taking its toll on the structure I stand upon.
It feels like I shouldn't care what they think.
It feels like my bag is packed and I'm ready to sink.
It feels like there are no more original thoughts left to think.
Standing on the brink.
It feels like standing on the brink.
I wrote this on march 21st/05 one of my better peices
Night
As I walk into this endless Night
Take away my blinding sight
Take away my friends the light
None of these will help me fight
This endless thing I call my Night
I wrote this when I first joined its not that good
Its Like
Its like being lost when you know your way there
Its like having friends but knowing they wont care
Its like stepping a crossed a threshold of pain
Its like knowing she loves you but you cant even touch her hair
Its like staring up at the sky when it rains,the tears drip down but they loose they're way
Its like trying to be an individual without loosing your bits of originality to some one else's version of it
Its like trying to talk to people when you know they hate you
Its like being me......nothing less
ICP Twizted Dark Lotus.....Hatchet family is needed if you have it you know it...
