Hmm, is it possible that the unnamed sibling is closer at hand than once thought... Rosebuds are green, elusive and bitter She didn't like it until it reached out and bit her.
No, the unnamed sibling is the useless cunt on your campus preaching about Nietszche. And Renan. And Bierce. And the State of the Fucking World Today. She's the lazy carcass with no identity who's lost herself in a pontifficating piece of shit she calls 'boyfriend'. Time and stupidity has made him 'fiance'. And Love has made the union one whole that's impoverished her of Self, sense, and passion. A bloody cripple on Zoloft- 'tis the Sibling. Roses are red, hemlock is black The ugliest thing on the girl is her lack.
I flew down the sky like a bird, like a star, I flew to the ground with the speed of the light. The universe is mine, my universe, I'm flying the lasts seconds of my universe. Some windows open and people scream, some call the police some call the doc, but I laugh and fly my universe, reject the hands reaching for me. Diabolus, spiritus, quo vadis, domine. Domine, oh domine, nasci, nasci, domine. Oh yes, I rise towards a new light, creation of new universe, it is my, my universe. --- © 2004 by Avatar
There is time to waste you say, as you sit there, doing nothing day by day. Opportunities come and go as you sit there and say so. ©1991 Christopher E Toutwid
Intro I've indulged in almost all pleasures of man, taken refuge in being the scourge of both privileged and downtrodden. Yet my head remain high, my heart knows no fear or remorse; it won't yield to my desire, won't bequeath my release. I've satiated a lifetime of wishes, rode with death to the river bed and drowned him under a feasting night. All under the effect of a lying, scheming adulterer Ghosts chased under a wetting blanket, remorseless sins on a dying man, innocence gifted from a ripe girl: the distasteful stench on my cold fingers, and the head remains high on the noon. I've package the gifts bequeathed me, labeled each farce that bears a crucifix and stabs in the promise of night, addressed every box that contains the remnants of diamond gilded swords that could tear the arms of a steeled atlas. I want to be one of them, yet I do not. @2004 thefountainhed
how so? Besides what the hell does rhyming have to do with squat? It's not about me liking the poem. You simply did not try and that pisses me off.
I thought it was short and sweet myself. Grey matter. Color blindness. The invetitablity of not finding if not looking. Sorry to offend your poetic sensibilities. I personally find it much better than the original poem I posted pages ago, and you had no problems with it. You make me sad. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Edit: I tell you what. I'll try to work on a longer version with more verbage... I'm not a poet you know...
Do not be sad. I understand what your poem means, but I think you were lazy with that poem. Besides, do not compare.
..look who's talking Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! ---- [Desert dust] Missing fingers, missing songs, something happened while you left. Who will care, who will try?; nobody's gona make you cry. Alone in the desert you make me smile living despite the bullets that fly. The trashcan opens and a man walks in, beat him up with the devil within. Empty people, empty dreams, can kill thousands, but the dust just swirls. I hold my hand to you, my friend, let's go out this barren land. --- © 2004 by Avatar
Here's one that I was gonna make into a dark metal song.... (still may) Depression Sitting amongst the rubble of my shattered dreams feeling lost amidst the hopelessness forgotten, foresaken and disregarded In and out of sanity I roam, hunting for sanctuary though my prey dodges unerringly starving within my sould of tumultuous emotions My heart falls clattering upon the cold stone beneath and then above me demons rise earth shattering screams from a sobbing throat What is this I have come upon? Could it be eternal damnation or just a passing depression? ©1992 Christopher E Toutwid
Smiles in the dark, shadows walk behind the barks of the trees. Under a cover, under a tea leaf shadows dance when noone see's. Who creates laughter in the moonlight? no spirits, no pixies, but shadows laying in the grass, talking, drinking with the stars. --- © 2004 by Avatar
A SONG --- We rise, we rise, ten slaves rise after death. We rise, we rise, we go and slay those knights, ten slaves rise after death. Eat dust, eat dust, our bones ar empty , eat dust, eat dust, our teeth are slicing dust. Your brain, your brain, you look so tasty, our immortal hands tear your crust. You know, you know, there's nothing more than dust, in you, in you just a shadow pale. We are immortal slaves, we rise, we rise, we rise after death. And are strong, are strong, ten times stronger than those who mutilated our flesh. Ten slaves, ten slaves, ten slaves are walking now to the town, to the town from the graveyard to the town. Run, you people, run, ten slaves are coming near, they'll drink your blood and play cards on your sins. No god, no hell, no abyss they are afraid, they walk, they walk after their own death. --- © 2004 by Avatar
Something Bleeds Something bleeds inside of me, it whispers to my heart. Telling lies and telling truths and tearing me apart. Something dies inside of me, I think it was my heart. I'm begging you to tell me, please, when did all of this start? I am running from the cage that you've built up just for me. I am running from the scene of my own catastrophe. I am running from my mind, it keeps telling me to stay. But I've chosen my path now, and I am going away. Something bleeds inside of me, it's drowning my old heart. Something deep inside of me says that this is just a part. Something dies, and someone cries, and I knew from the start. It was going to be me, girl, and now I'm falling apart. I'm running from the prison that my love has built for me. I'm running from the stage of my fucked up history. I'm running from you, girl, and I think that you know, that it's time for me to leave, yeah, it's time that I go. Something bleeds, I think it's me but I can hardly tell. If this is pain then please explain why before it felt like hell, and now I don't feel at all? Someone screams, was that just me? I think I'm going to die. This lightheadedness reminds of what it felt like to be high. And now I'm drifting away, girl.
You are down, alone, I say "hello", you replay your sorrow, "let's get out of now!" A trashcan on rocks, a flower on locks you replay, replay your chains. I say: hello, let's get out of now, don't lay down, don't play dumb, you are just one alone and buried. A broken wing is a wing of night, you can fly, you can cry, your tears are mine, I receive the signals from your mind. Don't replay, let's get out, I lay down by your breath, by your broken flesh I say: "come now!" --- © 2004 by Avatar
She is with me Sargentlard Copyrighted motherfuckers I am thinking about the utter fascinations in life and making friends with shadows...and how only they will always promise to stay with you when all others abandon you. I am thinking how in all its glory and splendor, all of its marvels and visions of arcadia available to gaze upon, a simple smile in the evening lit sun with true artistry can lighten the heart to unknown extents. How all the mountains with their pretentious peaks fail to make the blood rush compared to simple scroll of a gentle finger down my arm leading to an eventual grasp of the hand. I am thinking how, even when, I refuse to believe she keeps making me want to hold on. How, when I want to believe, she wants me to unwind and let go of everything. How she will never let me rest and how will never let me frown all the while giving me the most bitter of pains...wrapped in the sweetest of a visage. How she makes me mad so often yet I never seem to be able to tell her......not even being able to tell myself of the anger sometimes I have towards her. I am thinking how she makes me go on yet makes me stay all the while making me think it’s my fault. I am thinking how I appreciate her for never lying to me even when the truth is too much to bare. I am thinking I am unfair to her and sometimes I thought I didn't deserve her because as long as I can remember she has been with me while deserting other more deserving men to bare her gift on. I am thinking I should tell her more often through my actions that I love her...with all her faults and gifts. Life...she is so funny with me...but I am thinking I am glad she is with me.
