A starved heart so weak with hunger
Succumbs to emotional blunder
Needing sustenance carried by others
Drinking in the smell of a lover
Strengthen by the feel of another
But grows gaunt away from loves udder
To fragile now, every touch it shudders
Seeking solace deep under covers
Listless days sailed without rudder
Like a rose needing the sun of summer
A heart needs to have a lover
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sun Rise Patience
Breathe and beleive
That today will soon leave
Like an echo of a dream
When awoken by what you didn't see
Just a piece
Of tomorrow will bring me peace
The sun rises to set me free
That today will soon leave
Like an echo of a dream
When awoken by what you didn't see
Just a piece
Of tomorrow will bring me peace
The sun rises to set me free
Free Radical Thoughts
Partial memories
Burning through amenities
Centuries and centuries
Thoughts of old enemies
And friends in elementary
Sun leaking through a canopy
Ruining your sanctity
For others to see
Skeletons on your mantle breathe
Roughly handling seas
Locked doors with ample keys
Hidden away to never retrieve
Buried no where plain to see
But no soul can be deceived
A train smashes the tranquility
A cargo of partial memories
Tied down hard to release
Burning through amenities
Centuries and centuries
Thoughts of old enemies
And friends in elementary
Sun leaking through a canopy
Ruining your sanctity
For others to see
Skeletons on your mantle breathe
Roughly handling seas
Locked doors with ample keys
Hidden away to never retrieve
Buried no where plain to see
But no soul can be deceived
A train smashes the tranquility
A cargo of partial memories
Tied down hard to release
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Not Good
I'm a terrible person.
Girls. Stay away from me. I'll drink, smoke, lie, cheat, and steal. Nah... I could never lie. I'm still a bad person considering my other aspects though. I drink too much. Smoke too much. Cheat, connive, be shrewd too much. Steal too often. Lie... Never... Couldn't do it... Honesty is too important to me (more on the facets of that subject later). When girls tell me I'm such a nice guy, so sweet, so kind. I feign to accept the praise. I know I'm not a good guy... I don't bullshit that I am. (For the record, I don't mean cheat like cheat on a girl, I mean cheat as in trick. Too loyal to cheat on a girl.)
I may pull out your chair, always pick up the tab, open the door, give you my shirt when you're cold but that's all old chivalry. I drink my whiskey hard, smoke cigarettes that burn, and do both way too often. I pull tricks of vocabulary to get what I want, and get the information I need. And when satisfied I'm gone like a shadow when mid-noon hits. I don't abuse girls for physical needs. One night stands are beyond me. I like my intercourse to have inter-emotions. To have feeling, caring, love and want. I don't like having sex for the pure sake of sex. It's rude, it's brash, it's too too primal. Aside from that, I'm a terrible person.
Lying. I could never do. Ever. I'm too honest and I only ask for honesty from people I interact with. Brutal honesty. Tell me I'm an ugly prick because that shirt doesn't match my shoes. Tell me I'm a scrub because I haven't shaved. Tell me I'm not prince charming. I'm always honest. It gets me in trouble but I think people deserve it. Deserve to hear the truth, no matter what it is. It gets me in trouble... such terrible trouble... I'm sorry. Sincerely sorry when my honesty comes out.
That's another reason why I'm a terrible person. I'll never give you the perfect answer. I'll never sugar coat to save your feelings. If you don't look good, I'll tell you. If you think you should feel terrible and I think you should. You'll know. Never ask me for honesty if you can't accept it. Never ask me to lie becauase I won't do it. Always understand everything I say will come from honest heart. Will come from my truth. Will not be "The Truth" but it will be my truth. I'm terrible... I'm horribly too honest for my own good.
Other guys will keep their habits under wraps. Will always tell you you look good. Will never talk to you unless necessary. Trust me darling. It may seem like all the things you want and it is. I'm not the best of guys. And it all stems from how honest I am. I'll tell you I drink all the time. Where as most guys will tell you they only do it when situation permits. I'll tell you I smoke like a barbecue house. Most guys will tell you they smoke rarely only when they drink. I'll tell you I will be shrewd when it comes to information I want. Most guys will say they don't care. I'll tell you look fat because you do. Most guys will say you always look beautiful. I'll omit the truth but never lie. Most guys will out and out lie.
Omission of truth is not lying. Don't play that with me. It's not lying. It's not. If I never told you I was a body builder, would you say I lied to you? If I never you told you I like milk, would you say I lied? If I never told you I like someone else, would you say I lied? People always seem to think lies are what affect them. And I do agree. If someone lies that they have cookies at home; that doesn't bother me. If someone lies that they don't have a boyfriend; that bothers me. But if I neglect to tell you something, it's not lying. You already having a boyfriend may bother me, but in serious fact, you never lied to me; I never asked. I never out and out said "You're the only person I'm kissing." Yeah it's sneaky. Yeah it's conniving. Yeah... I'm a terrible person. I'll tell you eventually when conscience smacks me but by then it might be too late...
To all the people, that have been with me. I apologize. I've always treated you well. I've always cared for you exponentially as the days went by. I've always done more for you than me. But I apologize because somewhere down the line, you finally understood what I am saying now.
I just sabotaged myself and kept you safe. What a saint I am.
Public Service Announcement,
ShadowlessTomorrow
Girls. Stay away from me. I'll drink, smoke, lie, cheat, and steal. Nah... I could never lie. I'm still a bad person considering my other aspects though. I drink too much. Smoke too much. Cheat, connive, be shrewd too much. Steal too often. Lie... Never... Couldn't do it... Honesty is too important to me (more on the facets of that subject later). When girls tell me I'm such a nice guy, so sweet, so kind. I feign to accept the praise. I know I'm not a good guy... I don't bullshit that I am. (For the record, I don't mean cheat like cheat on a girl, I mean cheat as in trick. Too loyal to cheat on a girl.)
I may pull out your chair, always pick up the tab, open the door, give you my shirt when you're cold but that's all old chivalry. I drink my whiskey hard, smoke cigarettes that burn, and do both way too often. I pull tricks of vocabulary to get what I want, and get the information I need. And when satisfied I'm gone like a shadow when mid-noon hits. I don't abuse girls for physical needs. One night stands are beyond me. I like my intercourse to have inter-emotions. To have feeling, caring, love and want. I don't like having sex for the pure sake of sex. It's rude, it's brash, it's too too primal. Aside from that, I'm a terrible person.
Lying. I could never do. Ever. I'm too honest and I only ask for honesty from people I interact with. Brutal honesty. Tell me I'm an ugly prick because that shirt doesn't match my shoes. Tell me I'm a scrub because I haven't shaved. Tell me I'm not prince charming. I'm always honest. It gets me in trouble but I think people deserve it. Deserve to hear the truth, no matter what it is. It gets me in trouble... such terrible trouble... I'm sorry. Sincerely sorry when my honesty comes out.
That's another reason why I'm a terrible person. I'll never give you the perfect answer. I'll never sugar coat to save your feelings. If you don't look good, I'll tell you. If you think you should feel terrible and I think you should. You'll know. Never ask me for honesty if you can't accept it. Never ask me to lie becauase I won't do it. Always understand everything I say will come from honest heart. Will come from my truth. Will not be "The Truth" but it will be my truth. I'm terrible... I'm horribly too honest for my own good.
Other guys will keep their habits under wraps. Will always tell you you look good. Will never talk to you unless necessary. Trust me darling. It may seem like all the things you want and it is. I'm not the best of guys. And it all stems from how honest I am. I'll tell you I drink all the time. Where as most guys will tell you they only do it when situation permits. I'll tell you I smoke like a barbecue house. Most guys will tell you they smoke rarely only when they drink. I'll tell you I will be shrewd when it comes to information I want. Most guys will say they don't care. I'll tell you look fat because you do. Most guys will say you always look beautiful. I'll omit the truth but never lie. Most guys will out and out lie.
Omission of truth is not lying. Don't play that with me. It's not lying. It's not. If I never told you I was a body builder, would you say I lied to you? If I never you told you I like milk, would you say I lied? If I never told you I like someone else, would you say I lied? People always seem to think lies are what affect them. And I do agree. If someone lies that they have cookies at home; that doesn't bother me. If someone lies that they don't have a boyfriend; that bothers me. But if I neglect to tell you something, it's not lying. You already having a boyfriend may bother me, but in serious fact, you never lied to me; I never asked. I never out and out said "You're the only person I'm kissing." Yeah it's sneaky. Yeah it's conniving. Yeah... I'm a terrible person. I'll tell you eventually when conscience smacks me but by then it might be too late...
To all the people, that have been with me. I apologize. I've always treated you well. I've always cared for you exponentially as the days went by. I've always done more for you than me. But I apologize because somewhere down the line, you finally understood what I am saying now.
I just sabotaged myself and kept you safe. What a saint I am.
Public Service Announcement,
ShadowlessTomorrow
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Moon-less Night
We're breathing stale cigarettes
And a smile is still on our lips
Your skirt pulled up to your hips
Drinks on the floor not to be missed
A vodka sting still on your kiss
We live life with a little bit of risk
We leave the living room couch still tipped
On our own clothes we trip
Your nails dig into the wall you grip
Right at the same time inside I slip
Others would find us to be so sick
Because heaven for us is so subject
But we can make hell fell like heaven just yet
Demons of demons
Feeling without meaning
Closed eyes still dreaming
Fast breaths silently needing
In darkness your eyes are gleaming
More pressure and force your screaming
Demons of demons
Let lust be our feeding
And a smile is still on our lips
Your skirt pulled up to your hips
Drinks on the floor not to be missed
A vodka sting still on your kiss
We live life with a little bit of risk
We leave the living room couch still tipped
On our own clothes we trip
Your nails dig into the wall you grip
Right at the same time inside I slip
Others would find us to be so sick
Because heaven for us is so subject
But we can make hell fell like heaven just yet
Demons of demons
Feeling without meaning
Closed eyes still dreaming
Fast breaths silently needing
In darkness your eyes are gleaming
More pressure and force your screaming
Demons of demons
Let lust be our feeding
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wishful Thinking
People keep asking what I want for my birthday. Here is the list in no particular order:
Not Expecting Much,
ShadowlessTomorrow
- A Happy Birthday Wikipedia page
A shadow puppet show
Happy Birthday sung by a barbershop quartet
Armageddon notice singing telegram.
A donkey ride
Full sized Companion Cube
A pound of bacon, uncooked
Power rangers Ninja Zord
3 foot radius pizza
Self-destructing assassination orders (doesn’t matter who just want it to explode)
Full sized working Liger Zero Jager
Trained monkey butler
A trip to a labyrinth
Real glacier water
Love
Not Expecting Much,
ShadowlessTomorrow
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