Doubt (Inside The Box)

What if God doesn't want us to be different?
What if God really is a boy with an ant farm?
What if God didn't really give us names?
What if God really is a little girl putting her ducks in a row?

What if the Devil really is the hero of this story?
What if the Devil is really just a misunderstood artist?
What if the Devil really is the one who is hurting?
What if the Devil is really just the heart of mankind?

Where There's A Fire (Quatrain)

Where there's a fire; there is burning
Where there's romance; there is crying
Where there's a heart; there is bleeding
Where there's shouting; there is someone listening

Der Tanz Der Toten In Das Grab (Dance Of The Dead In The Grave)

My fortress is my mind; fallen and fallible

My soul is my animal; lurid and lovable

When I am sad, I do a little dance

Hold myself in my own arms

And pray for a second chance

My desire is my grave; misunderstood and miserable

My life is my journey; disillusioned and damnable

When I am sad, I sing a little song

Seat myself in my own throne

And wish all the right was wrong

My problem is my heart; immortal and incurable

My hand is my strength; little and laughable

When I am sad, I do a little dance

Hold myself in my own arms

And pray for a second chance

My hatred is my favorite; ready and reusable

My love is my enigma; unreal and unknowable

When I am sad, I sing a little song

Seat myself in my own throne

And wish all the right was wrong

Her fortress was my mind; it did not end well

Her pet was my soul; maybe I will burn in Hell

When she is sad, she does not think of me

She is held in the arms of another

She does not wonder what has become of me

Her grave would have been my desire

Her journey would have ended in fire

When she is sad, she does not sing for me

She is under the rule of no one

She will go on living, continuing to be free

Her problem was never her heart

Her strength was what drove us apart

When she is sad, she does not think of me

She is held in the arms of another

She does not wonder what has become of me

My hatred is my favorite; ready and reusable

My love is my enigma; unreal and unknowable

When I am sad, I do a little dance

Hold myself in my own arms

And pray for a second chance

Anthophobia (A Poem of Those Days When the Sun Doesn't Shine)

There is nothing so beautiful as the broken grinning skull

There is nothing so ugly as the warm loving giving soul

My heart once flew on the wings of love

We all of us fly so we can fall

There is nothing so strong as a dead decaying tree

There is nothing so weak as a clear clean shining sea

My world was once bright with life

We all of us laugh so we can cry

There is nothing so innocently wholesome as ubiquitous denial

There is nothing so sensuously obscene as a woman's smile

My dreams were once joyous and untroubled

We all of us lie so we can pretend to smile

There is nothing so comforting as the thought of eternal pain

There is nothing so unnerving as the idea of mind that is sane

My soul was once thought to be saved

We all of us pray so we can commit murder

There is nothing so blindly angelic as hate and fear and lust and all vice

There is nothing so grotesque and hellish as love given without a price

My mind was once clouded and lost

We all of us dream so we cannot think

Blind Angel

I've got a blind angel looking out for me

His mind has been made up, he can only live free

I've got a blind angel watching over me

He can only see what he wants to see

I've got an angry God on my side

He hates one thing, cuts down my pride

I've got an angry God on my side

He called to be from beyond the divide

I've got a pretty devil in my mind

Tells me of all the things I wish were mine

I've got a pretty devil in my mind

He wishes that my angel wasn't so blind

Creator

I am the miserable creator

I am the woeful desecrator

I fashion my own infernal, intolerable universe

I bring forth my own thoughts, horrid and perverse

Drop into the Hell that descends from my bowels

Soar in the Heavens that I vomit forth from my mouth

Consume me, sanctify me, release me

Destroy me, honor me, discredit me

I am the intolerable communist

I am the insufferable capitalist

I create my own system, and set myself apart

I spew forth nonsense, and think with my heart

Enter into the opulence that I paint with my blood

Stagger from the filth and squalor and maggoty mud

Consume me, sanctify me, release me

Destroy me, honor me, discredit me

I am the miserable creator

I am the woeful desecrator

Cybernetic-Generation (A Face That Does Not See)

We create our own worlds, quickly becoming a brand new abomination

We isolate, and condescend, rapidly becoming a cybernetic-generation

The masks we wear are so pristine

The smiles we flash are so plastic

The beauty we proclaim is so obscene

We shut each other out, and stare into a dancing fire, with great speed we fall from the sky

We retreat into ourselves, knowing that no one can understand, we hide the tears we cry

The lies we tell are so white

The stories we tell are so loud

The lights we hide are so bright

We write our suicide notes in binary and scream out for some sympathy

We shake our heads at those in despair and jeer at the lonely with apathy

The way we speak is so cold

The lives we bend are so lost

The lies we shout are so bold

We sing our bird song like some warrior's final breath

We look into empty mirrors thinking we can cheat death

If there is no fire in it, we will not burn

If there is no life in it, we will not feel

If there is no reason in it, we will not turn

If there is no blood in it, we will not heal

Electric Love (When Love Doesn't Mean A Thing)

A pretty little thing

She's a pretty little thing

(Hey, hey, hey)

A rotting hunk of fleshly pleasure

Simple curves, in aspect measure

(Hey, hey, hey)

She's got pretty little eyes

Pretty fiery ice-blue eyes

(Hey, hey, hey)

I want to cut them out, keep them in my hands

A love like this: the world just can't understand

(Hey, hey, hey)

A pretty little thing

She's a pretty little thing

(Hey, hey, hey)

She's got a beautiful dancing wild spirit

She's got magnetic blood, death for a poet

(Hey, hey, hey)

I want to make her still, I want to tie her down

A love like this: electric love will make you drown

(Hey, hey, hey)

A pretty little thing

She's a pretty little thing

(Hey, hey, hey)

She's got fine blood red ruby lips

She's got one rule; if it fits it ships

(Hey, hey, hey)

I want cut her down to size, make her look for the answers

A love like this: make you feel bad, make you vomit flowers

(Hey, hey, hey)

A pretty little thing

She's a pretty little thing

(Hey, hey, hey)

She's got long golden hair that's shining in the sun

She's got a hunger down in her, a lust for some fun

(Hey, hey, hey)

I want to treat her right, I make her my own little toy

A love like this: it'll torment you, suck out your joy

(Hey, hey, hey)

American Romance

Love is a feeling, a bite

Love is a beating, a fight

Love means; getting her down on her knees

Love is: getting him to do whatever you please

Love is a grand game

Its end: Control

Love is an unspoken shame

Its home: a Hellhole

He is only worth as much as his wallet is fat

She is only tastes as good as she looks

Love is just like it is in all those bloodsucker's books

He is only as worthy as he is trendy

She is only as beautiful as she pretends to be

Love is just like it is in all those movies we see

Gift Of Life

I am sailing away on a sea of bloody lost tears

I am drowning in the voices whispering of fear

But you took my hand and breathed something new into me

You took my eyes and pointed at something beautiful and free

You have given me something beyond price and measure

But you are gone away from me now and darkness take seizure

I am burning up in the fires of my own grief

I am wasting away in this hell where no one offers relief

But your name is on my lips and your love has given me a new light

You have given me something priceless and I will cherish this gift of life

16 August 2012

I remember that night very very well

That night when you shattered my dreams

That night when you cast me into hell

That night is stone on my mind

Those days following it

Are mud on my soul, stains on me

But if you could see me now, you would not like me, you wouldn't know me

If you could see me now, you would not understand that man you would see

I remember those years very very well

Those quiet days of joy and happiness

Those days rich with love's numbing spell

Those years, I thought eternity

Those days, I thought reality

Those hours, I thought ecstasy

But if you could see me now, the man I was once upon time is not that man I am

If you could see me now, you wouldn't talk to me, and I wouldn't give a damn

I am trying hard to forget you

It is not as easy as I had wished it would be

I am trying hard to forgive you

These days, are empty and dead

These days, are so hollow and grey

These days, are not what I wanted for me

But if you could see me now, you'd know that I made it out alright

If you could see me now, you wouldn't think it, but I've seen the light

It's A Good Day (When I Don't Think Of You)

It's a good day to commit emotional suicide

It's a good day to look for something I'll never find

Many times we shared a glance

But you won't ever know what I thought

Many times I tried to take a chance

But I know you would have spit it out

It's a good day to feel sorry for myself

It's a good for you to feel good about yourself

Many times we spoke and laughed

But you never knew what was on my mind

Many times we turned our noses up at witchcraft

But we never really knew what was in us

It's a good day to sit alone in the dark

It's a good day to spit out the spark

Many times we held each other close

But we never really felt one another

Many times we puffed up our little egos

But we never really knew who we were

It's a good day to forget all about you

It's a good day to find out what's true

Many times we said what we thought we felt

But we never really knew our own hearts

Many times we cried and prayed as we knelt

But we never really believed in a God out there

Peel Back The Skin (Don't Be Afraid)

Smiling Face, go on peel back the skin

Look in a mirror at your real self

And don't you dare forget to grin

Sad Face, go on peel back the skin

Look in a mirror at your real self

Now come on let all the hate come in

Beaten Face, go on peel back the skin

Look into a mirror at your real self

And know in your bones that love'll win

A mask can't smile, a polished plastic face doesn't have a soul

A smile has got a thousand words that it sings out

A little hate has got a lot of pain on paper it'd like to unroll

A bloody lip has got a one million little tears it cries out

Beautiful Face, go on peel back the skin

Look into a mirror at your real self

Indulge in what you want that little bit of sin

Pale Face, go on peel back the skin

Look into a mirror at your real self

And give your name a brand new spin

Ugly Face, go on peel back the skin

Look into a mirror at your real self

And learn to love that face within

Lipstick And Love Songs

A lot of men know what kind of a woman they want

They want a woman with beauty and skin to flaunt

A lot of women know what kind of a man they want

They want a man with deep eyes, dark hair, and gallant

A lot of people think they're looking for love in the wrong places

A lot of people think beauty is in the skin, only as deep as their faces

I just want a girl that will share lipstick and love songs with me

I just want a woman who thinks that the skin isn't the only thing to see

I just need a girl who'll dance slow and lend me her dress

I just need a woman who deserves to made into a princess

A lot of men know deep down what kind of women they desire

They desire a woman in the right black leather revealing attire

A lot of women know deep down the kind of man they desire

They desire a man with money, like a prize they can acquire

I just want a girl that will share lipstick and love songs with me

I just want a woman that sees deep down the real man inside me

I just need a girl who'll hold hand after she's painted my nails

I just need a woman who above all else believes love prevails

I just want a girl that will share lipstick and love songs with me