Alcohol Is The Mirror In Which I Gaze

Here I sit at the fire
Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul
Here I drink alone and remember
A graven life, the stain of her memory
In this cup, love's poison
For love is the poison of life
Tip the cup, feed the fire,
And forget about useless hope...

Lost in the desolation of love
The passions we reap and sow
Lost in the desolation of life
This path that we walk...

Here's to love, the sickness
The great martyr of the soul
Here's to life, the vice
The great herald of misery
In this cup, spiritus frumenti
For this is the nectar of the spirit
Quench the thirst, drown the sorrow
And forget about cold yesterdays...

Lost in the desolation of love
The passions we reap and sow
Lost in the desolation of life
This path that we walk...
Lost in the desolation of love
The sorrows we reap and sow
Lost in the desolation of life
The path that we walk...

Easily Made a Fool (a tantelizing new blend, 50% original/50%unoriginal)

Yeah, I definitely did know better than to let myself think that for even one second...


'Cry at all that remains,
''Chosen words'' fail to sustain,
The wisdom, of powers heard,
In dismal thoughts seemingly absurd...'

I Love:

Getting shit on.


I will celebrate myself again
Naked dying, proud of what I am
I dream and invite my fading soul
Observing human sphere at all atone

Swanlike I turn away from your despair
Can't you see there's no beg for pardon
Swanlike I turn away from your despair
A noble heart forever dying

Under a fading lamp half dressed my brain
Idling on some compulsive remain
I towel my shaven jaw and stare
Riveted by a dark exhausted flair

Swanlike I turn away from your despair
Naked dying, proud of what I am
Swanlike I turn away from your despair
Idling on some compulsive remain

I look into my glass and view my wasting skin
And say "would God it came to pass"
My heard has shrunk as thin
For then I undistrest by hearts grown cold to me
Could lonely wait my endless rest with equanimity

For the time being I return
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more for they are not made whole
That reach the age of fallen Christ

A silent flight takes me away
From this ignorant world
A final cry deep in that night
Swanlike I turn away

My inspiration
Burning flames; glistening sounds
Sapphire-dark and marrow-deep, silence around us

Under a fading moon
Will you ever be swanlike

Late Night Attempted Bar Visit

Turned great conversation... Damn 2am bar cutoff thankfully i had vodka in the fridge, couple shots of that after a sleepless night, maybe ill get some rest tonight... today... whatever the fuck it is...

"Tonight your soul sleeps, but one day you will feel real pain,
maybe then you will see me as I am,
A fragile wreck on a storm of emotion"

Countless times I trusted you,
I let you back in,
Knowing... Yearning... you know
I should have run... but I stayed

Maybe I always knew,
My fragile dreams would be broken for you.

Today I introduced myself,
To my own feelings,
In silent agony, after all these years,
They spoke to me... after all these years

Maybe I always knew...

Jah

I think I may have found my spiritual calling, the one that molests my own personal belief less than any of the others... It could be too soon to tell, and I will absolutely keep those of you out there in readerland posted as more develops, I've got more to look into on this subject. Stay tuned.



'Its full time for I and I to know ourselves, but hate had made us to forget, Jah didn't make us live like wild beasts, no more fightin, no more killin, let love and beauty abide'

Death Is Inspiring

When faced with death (as individuals, or a group) we are often inspired to create our most beautiful, insightful, and incredible works... I feel that we have come to realize and accept that, and as a brilliant example of such, Bob Marley, when faced with death by cancer, wrote this incredible piece that has helped many people and spread a fantastic message to those who want to here it.

Redemption Song:

Old pirates, yes, they rob i;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took i
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the and of the almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Wont you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? ooh!
Some say its just a part of it:
Weve got to fulfil de book.

Wont you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! have no fear for atomic energy,
cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say its just a part of it:
Weve got to fulfil de book.
Wont you help to sing
Dese songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

weve got freedom. use it. cherish it.

Emotional Medley

yeah... so this packet is tearin me apart... i feel like such a sleezy piece of shit human being after filling this thing out... and tomorrow the monster and i part ways... wish me luck...

i dont know where im at this minute... i mean, im here, typing in my room... but emotionally, i feel like im in for a serious hurting in the near future... its what my past held, and i cant help but feel like thats what my future holds as well... messy to say the least... what to do? what to think? what to say? how to act?

:unoriginal thought:
Through the bleak window of my soul
In marble halls of falling snow
Winter touch the Earth undone
Embittered we embrace the funerals to come
:end unoriginal thought: