Poetic pain...
-Black Jasmine-
Your color yellow warming, odor so alluring
Every corner of my mind you've run behind
to mine own face am blind
Disenchanting yearning...
Eyes brightness fading, red traces fled you sped you
Scars sublime, taste of lime wasted time
Black jasmines passion burning, birds circle me
Spaces we've been trading, painted faces felt breathing
Meeting, exceeding, the height of removal
Preclusion persistance, self aborted misstress
a sought distance
Skeletal remnants devour revnants, unbalanced equation
ununified nation
Protect regrets, alive in moment
Once sampled dolls burning, burn me
Through flowing disenchanted yearning..
Written by :IV 4/7/06 Originally completed 2:01am (revised retyped copied/from original txt msgs finished 3:49am, 2nd Rev 4:31AM)
-LIFE/LIE-
What place is now that I know so well
Far cries, a din, lights in hell
Overjoyed, ecstatic, terrified
Smothers, embers, bedlam birthright
One seperates to find ones self
Shaped evil, shafted, pearly white
In slumber a dreamlike woken state
we fly at night to escape our live(s been right)
reluctance forget us, besmatter
sedative abative
stunted crawling jacobs ladder
forgotten removal
we stoop the bowels seeking what matters
cryogenic suicide
we walk our lives like ghosts, feebly drowning
a rape failed weekly, post traumatic daily static
Forgotten resurrection, we sew our stitches on(done wrong)
Quivering, shiver, quaking ground
I bleed my heart through my eyes to escape the sound
Each hour a nightmarish woken state
We forget true pleasure, thrown to our fate
retarded recession, black gathers
neglectful forgetful
we live as lies above truth, returns to shatter
dawn ritual, daily funeral shimmer
we stumble through empty motions dead, save glimmers
lifeless breathing
our last words echo, through pitch caverns once carved
What place is this that I know so well
dreams lie, faith dies, life is hell
Written by: IV 4/7/06 completed 3:30am
-Pleasant Dreams for a Peasant Girl-
Pleasant dreams for a peasant girl
through mind passed a whisper whirl
Torn mind from limb, it sent her a swirl
She fought but not, put on the spot
She bathed as came this pleasant shot
So cold, yet brilliantly hot
She did so love to play
Her new found special game
hidden found, everyday
but fate had come her way,
one day...
Smellid danky dork
she couldnt find her cork
She'd lost her way at a fork
Pleasant dreams were all that came
When confronted with her shame
The peasant girl as once proclaimed
one frightfully real moment exclaimed
"Perhaps, this not be the way?"
Written by: IV 4/7/06 4:23am
Your color yellow warming, odor so alluring
Every corner of my mind you've run behind
to mine own face am blind
Disenchanting yearning...
Eyes brightness fading, red traces fled you sped you
Scars sublime, taste of lime wasted time
Black jasmines passion burning, birds circle me
Spaces we've been trading, painted faces felt breathing
Meeting, exceeding, the height of removal
Preclusion persistance, self aborted misstress
a sought distance
Skeletal remnants devour revnants, unbalanced equation
ununified nation
Protect regrets, alive in moment
Once sampled dolls burning, burn me
Through flowing disenchanted yearning..
Written by :IV 4/7/06 Originally completed 2:01am (revised retyped copied/from original txt msgs finished 3:49am, 2nd Rev 4:31AM)
-LIFE/LIE-
What place is now that I know so well
Far cries, a din, lights in hell
Overjoyed, ecstatic, terrified
Smothers, embers, bedlam birthright
One seperates to find ones self
Shaped evil, shafted, pearly white
In slumber a dreamlike woken state
we fly at night to escape our live(s been right)
reluctance forget us, besmatter
sedative abative
stunted crawling jacobs ladder
forgotten removal
we stoop the bowels seeking what matters
cryogenic suicide
we walk our lives like ghosts, feebly drowning
a rape failed weekly, post traumatic daily static
Forgotten resurrection, we sew our stitches on(done wrong)
Quivering, shiver, quaking ground
I bleed my heart through my eyes to escape the sound
Each hour a nightmarish woken state
We forget true pleasure, thrown to our fate
retarded recession, black gathers
neglectful forgetful
we live as lies above truth, returns to shatter
dawn ritual, daily funeral shimmer
we stumble through empty motions dead, save glimmers
lifeless breathing
our last words echo, through pitch caverns once carved
What place is this that I know so well
dreams lie, faith dies, life is hell
Written by: IV 4/7/06 completed 3:30am
-Pleasant Dreams for a Peasant Girl-
Pleasant dreams for a peasant girl
through mind passed a whisper whirl
Torn mind from limb, it sent her a swirl
She fought but not, put on the spot
She bathed as came this pleasant shot
So cold, yet brilliantly hot
She did so love to play
Her new found special game
hidden found, everyday
but fate had come her way,
one day...
Smellid danky dork
she couldnt find her cork
She'd lost her way at a fork
Pleasant dreams were all that came
When confronted with her shame
The peasant girl as once proclaimed
one frightfully real moment exclaimed
"Perhaps, this not be the way?"
Written by: IV 4/7/06 4:23am