At the back of my mind, the beast is howling
Baying for that which it thinks I owe
Through the dark spaces, a monster is prowling
Screaming for things I choose to forgo
Millions of years of unchecked evolution
Led to many desires I'd like to discard
Cold, heartless logic, my chosen solution
I had no idea that the path was so hard.
The problems of men aren't problems of thought
They're born of feelings and emotions
But it's hard to surpass, when we are all taught
To give room to our weakest of notions.
(Of course I'm no better, won't claim that I am
But I will point out that I will try
To challenge the mighty and free those they'
It was threatening to rain when she left town. I didn't clock it or anything, or even make an estimate, but I'd guess the downpour started when she hit city limits, going about seventy, heading south and, I guessed, out of my life. I couldn't have been happier about the rain, and I couldn't be more conflicted about her leaving. Y'see, I had a thing for her. I wasn't necessarily carrying a torch, of course. I learned not to pull that stunt fairly early in life. Knowing the two of us, it's more apt to say I was carrying a lit cigarette; you know it's not going to last forever, and the slightest mishap could put it out, ruin it, and leave it wor
He was an old man by twenty,
His manner was rough
In his voice I could hear
Fifty years worth of dust
But his eyes were still sharp
And his wit was still keen,
I asked him "Who are you?"
He said "What do you mean?"
I said, "You're a young man,
Not yet twenty-five,
But the set of your shoulders
Shows a half-dozen lives."
He sighed, and he smiled,
And he lit up a smoke,
Then laughed through the haze,
At some private joke.
"I've only lived one life,
But observed hundreds more,
Watched paths unfold at birth,
Seen Death closing doors.
In twenty-two years,
I think that I've learned
A hundred new lessons
From each bridge I saw
At the back of my mind, the beast is howling
Baying for that which it thinks I owe
Through the dark spaces, a monster is prowling
Screaming for things I choose to forgo
Millions of years of unchecked evolution
Led to many desires I'd like to discard
Cold, heartless logic, my chosen solution
I had no idea that the path was so hard.
The problems of men aren't problems of thought
They're born of feelings and emotions
But it's hard to surpass, when we are all taught
To give room to our weakest of notions.
(Of course I'm no better, won't claim that I am
But I will point out that I will try
To challenge the mighty and free those they'
It was threatening to rain when she left town. I didn't clock it or anything, or even make an estimate, but I'd guess the downpour started when she hit city limits, going about seventy, heading south and, I guessed, out of my life. I couldn't have been happier about the rain, and I couldn't be more conflicted about her leaving. Y'see, I had a thing for her. I wasn't necessarily carrying a torch, of course. I learned not to pull that stunt fairly early in life. Knowing the two of us, it's more apt to say I was carrying a lit cigarette; you know it's not going to last forever, and the slightest mishap could put it out, ruin it, and leave it wor
The roses were red
The violets were blue
The dandelions, a yellow
The dirt, a strange hue
(But the color plaid, I could not find.)
The Grand Canyon had an assortment
The Ural Mountains remained gray
Antarctica was not worth the investment
The Coral Reef was gay
(Does plaid exist if I cannot see it?)
I looked with a bumble bee
Ultraviolet colors they see
I looked with a flea
Our red spectrum did not agree
(I think I am chasing rainbows.)
I looked in Alaska and Nebraska
Liberia, Algeria, Nigeria, Siberia
Daytona, Ramona, Barcelona, Arizona
Casablanca and even Sri Lanka
(Perhaps, plaid was instead a colour.)
I asked Plato
I asked Comte
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If truly there are infinite possibilities of every world there must be a parallel, just beyond reach, in which we walk these empty streets together, sleep entwined, awake unlonely. In this disconsolate universe, bereft of completion, devoid of love, I must believe that in our sister world we laugh, and love, and learn to weep, together. I trust that we are happy, my daemon lover and I, my fox-wolf, my beloved.
It is small consolation, my whimsical creation of this imaginary analogue, but I invite you, as I do, to believe. I must; lest my heart in this realm betray me.
Rises And Sinks (like waves) by Cry4theDevil, literature
Literature
Rises And Sinks (like waves)
This is for the lonely
The ones that find, then they lose
Time turns to dust
Before you'll ever see like the blind
This one's for the torn down face
And the reconstruction surgery
Come on fiends get up now
We've got new legs now
You are not alone at all
And this part was for him
Don't pay no mind to the devils
They just fill you with fear
Remember you can make this place your home
That feeling
It rises and sinks
(in waves, it....)
This one's for the lost
The ones that are shocked
At where they arrived at
Regardless of their fright
This one's for believing faith
If only for it's sake
Come on friends get up now
Love has
Rage my oldest friend
Did you think I'd never see you again
I'm just a madman
sitting on my empire of ash and piss
I just miss
cigarette smoke
And the pain
In my lungs and veins
Idiot in my reflection
A little short of perfection
It's cold
And old
Monsters that devour your name
the fact of what is the matter
Is this past or present
That's leaving me behind
I fight each day
But I lose
A little in every way
I can see it
In your eyes
Guess that was my mistake
But I know
It's better than losing you
Tonight
Out of gas and gin
Old scars
New stitches
Nine lives
Three wishes
Wasted them all away
For just a dream of yes
Current Residence: Under your bed. With a machete. I'm lazy, though, so it might help to run. Favourite genre of music: Ska, Industrial, Techno... if it has a beat and isn't incredibly stupid, I can deal Favourite style of art: Pontilism, Cubism, Splatter... Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: iPod Shell of choice: WTF? Favourite cartoon character: John Constantine Personal Quote: "Somehow or other I'll be famous, and if not famous, I'll be notorious." -Oscar
Got really bored in algebra today. This is a work in progress. I think.
We've got big problems and it's time to start solving
Humanity, society, they've all stopped evolving
Someone has to fix it, get the world to move on
Or we'll keep messing up and we'll all soon be gone
Holes in the ozone, oil in the seas,
Plastics in the foods that they sell to you and me
Genocides in Africa, wars in Iraq,
We need to step forward so we stop sliding back
Cancers showing up, out of nowhere,
Irradiate the patient till he loses all his hair
Each religion wants to convert the other
Can't they see we're all sons of the same mother?
Forget about Al