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YugenGrowing up is a scam
We are still children
We have been
We always will be
In that, I witness our divinity
It's all a reflection of our humanity
Yet we set it back in obscurity
Misguided, we bring only atrocity
All the angels fear our ferocity
If only we could see the possibility
We be God with the power to create Eden
I hear the masses calling me "Heathen"
Hear me out, it's much more than a feeling
I seek truth, don't hang me for treason
The fabric of our being has suffered a lesion
We are one yet humanity is lacking cohesion
The depths of my soul are running dry
Too far gone, it's impossible to pacify
My spirit's great urge to fly so high
I'm way too tempted to wave goodbye
But my own existence I need to justify
The song of the universe I must amplify
We've all been long deceived by time
A lie told so well it's almost sublime
Our own evolution, we will undermine
If we keep clinging to this paradigm
Entire perceptions, we must redefine
With all eternity we must align
Not lambs f
Soulless bastard that I am..I am a reflection of the universe
And in that spirit I will channel this verse
My tongue is dying with the need to disperse
Words of the mind which my heart has rehearsed
The drugs and booze left unquenchable thirst
To seek out the question…
I'm definitely not the first
Can't be concerned with 'this shit's gonna hurt'
Dare I brave the waters for fear my mind will burst?
Either way I'll be riding off in a big ol' fancy hearse
With reality distorted, we best get it sorted
Alright now it's time we get the show started
Save talks of love, so my flow won't be thwarted
Seems to me like we've all been outsmarted
Lack of a better word…the world's gone retarded
Idiots idolized you'll prolly inhale if they farted
I've got no intention to sound like a martyr…
..I seriously just fucking hate this shit!!
I'm no bleeding heart, believe me it's hardened
But I can't accept that my soul has been bargained
Many in this prison, but who's the fucking warden?
Some vile piece of shit will be reaping this ga
AbsurdHere I am trying to spit some lines
Trying to avoid some generic ass rhymes
This is me fighting against the times
Seizing fate by the neck and tearing up some twine
Blazing through this existence of pearls and swine
Fuck it… these words should just float with the wind
Insane with sanity, I've had it up to the brim
Fuming out malice, I'll erupt with a grin
I've lost all my patience
I live with no regard for the wise or the ancient
The crags of life are always most salient
But to traverse this universe I've got my own navigation
You'll probably think I'm an escaped mental patient
My existence seeks the absurd
Absolutely no intention of joining the herd
Won't be chained to the sky just like a bird
I'll step into my shadow, I won't heed your word
Don't want to jump into this maze
This rat race won't really be affecting my face
Don't give a fuck if you try and keep pace
Fools will all gaze in awe as I fall from grace
I'm all too willing to vanish without a trace
I exist for me and me alone
The World Is My HighIt's as if the universe is unraveling around me
A glimpse of its secrets
Truth within the blink of an eye
On the tip of my tongue
Within my brain
Not truly ready to comprehend
Something is there
Yet unable to express..
The ultimate end is happiness
We are all one in that
We seek that state as one
The return to oneness?
Everything is one in that it "is"
It is what it is
We seek the beginning and the end
Love, when two become one?
Or are we to just fuck everything in sight?
Oneness is harmony?
Harmony is beautiful?
That which we love becomes beautiful
LogicallySo my dear
If we were to see things logically
In a totally balanced manner
That most beautiful
Would captivate me
My eyes and heart would yearn for it
There is nothing in this world
Nothing at all
More beautiful than you
WorldWhy can't we truly be happy?
We are not in harmony
Why is that?
Simply due to "the way of the world"
It's an accepted deviation
There should not be a "should be."
Merely an "it is."
No "what if's.."
Our reality is a lack of truth
Reality sans reality
This reality is a terrible distortion...
Of a once beautiful idea
Hypnos you jerk, where are you??Sleepless nights..
Far too acquainted we have become
You and I
Not quite friends
In fact, very far from it
Companions in misery
Oh how I wish you would die
At least one of us anyways…
Countless lifetimes have I lived
All within the span of dusk 'til dawn
Bedtime for most mortals
Prometheus' flame burns within my skull
Like this bringer of light
Eternally doomed to suffer
Punished by the gods for playing with fire
I must lay awake every night
Searching for peace
Deep within I am forced to delve
Then the dawn strikes
Temporary solace you bring me
You jolly ol' Sun
As you ride across the sky
Yet once again you vanish
Leaving me in bad company
Alone to torment myself
What fire burns within me you ask?
The flames of love and doubt
Setting my mind's eye ablaze
Searing white light
Impossible to ignore
Impossible to sleep
Moi?I am a body of conflict
An old soul fighting with a dreaming mind
Instigated by an amorous heart
Trying to hold it all together
All while this world and everyone in it
seeks to rip me asunder
I'll jump into oblivion
And tear myself to shreds
before I allow them that satisfaction
ClicheRunning on empty
Weary to the bone
Yet constantly in motion
Restless is my mind
Trapped in a maze
Fit for the rat races
Searching for an escape
Fear, hatred, and anger rising
Sowing seeds in the heap that is my mind
Of thoughts best never thought
Peddlers of death calling my name
Offering false promises of relief
Torn asunder, my heart and soul
Irrational, emotional, pathetic
My diseased brain
A hollow man I am
Devoid of life
Darkness fills my skull
Enveloping my mind's eye with a black veil
Bright lights dying
World obscured by a smoky haze
From my brain through my eyes
Realities past are dead and rejected
Times of joy forgotten
How did I become so blind?
Oblivious to the beauty of this world
All color and energy is gone
With nostalgia comes loss and regret
What could have been?
Yet there it is, clawing away at me
Cliche and dull, everything
These words, these sentiments, this emptiness
This life so lifeless, a paradox
Missing all zest
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
they don't make maps for a place like thisI'm stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
but the air doesn't smell
of salt or dandelions.
Only this heavy
cloying breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I'm
not far from home. And
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
Though I've wandered days
through this strange
traipsing across smooth plains
and sharp plateaus, I've
never crossed the
same path twice...
One thought rings true in
this foreign land:
dear, don't be alarmed
I only lose my bearings so thoroughly,
only become so
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
his vesuvius temper
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
spread far and wide
such is my
i am peeled
past my quivering
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
to inferno with goodw
Sleeping VolcanoWhen you kiss me
thousand little needles
pierce my skin
delight and pain
both burning calmly
like sleeping volcano
slowly consumed by
heat and fire
and I bleed
poison and nectar
embraced by your need
and even if
we grow distant and old
fire burns out and lava turns to stone
my blood keeps
screaming for your lips
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
SheEveryday that I may awaken
I am born anew
Today I am
Yesterday no longer
New sunbeams heralding in
Messengers of morning
Infinite possibilities born from them
If I awaken
And by the grace of God
Could see you once more
Can I not fall in love all over again?
Every time I see you
With my new eyes
It's love at first sight
My heart skips another beat
I'm left breathless
Timid and shy all over again
Why am I such a fool for you?
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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