Monday, December 20, 2010

Indifference.

Sun, casting light across the region's of forever.
The ecstasy of memories, transcending time and place.
Nervously, desperately, wanting and anxiously waiting.
I breathe in and exhale the passion
Caress me with your lies; deceive me with your eyes.
This body is your temple.

Fire and ice, sin and lust.
I found myself inside a black hole, my body broken and bruised.
I tried to believe it would all be ok when I knew you never make it right.
We all fall down. Yes, we all fall down.
Trying to pull myself back but I don’t which way is up.
Tell me again ‘cause I don’t know.
 Play that song one more time, can you help me find the words.

I love to hate you , I hate to love you. 

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Finish Line.

I find myself wondering why humans and their entirety, feel inadequate unless they are in a relationship, have a high paying job, drive that “new car” and have that fancy and spacious house that everybody envies.
 
Why do we feel that our quote on quote “status” defines who we are as individuals?
When did it become socially acceptable to let others tell us where to go, how act, look and live?
Why do we let others set the bar for OUR own lives, tell us how far we can go and how much we can achieve?

Now don’t misunderstand me, I am not by any means saying that it is wrong to want a relationship, high paying job, that “new car” and fancy house. Simply ask yourself this, do YOU want this life because YOU want it? OR do you want this life because it is what is acceptable and you don’t want to be anything or anyone that stands out?
Because let’s face it, the last thing we as a human race want is to be looked down upon and judged by others due to our standings in life, whether it be financially, politically or religiously.
A difference of opinion and or life style is dangerous ground that we all tread. Whether we admit it, or not. But it should be tread, tread everyday that you breathe life into your body. If we were all meant to live the same lives, look the same and act the same then why don’t we?

What is so wrong with individuality?
What is wrong with being who you truly are, or who you truly want to be?

I believe everybody is unique and beautiful in their own way, not because we all strive to be the same and strive to cross the same finish line.

Love yourself and live your life for YOU, not for someone else.
Define YOUR own success and cross YOUR own finish line.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Trigger Finger.

Trigger Finger.

I had you for myself, like a secret kept from the world.
We were lovers convinced it was forever.
With one unfortunate kiss,
you put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger.
The bullet in my heart.
Shattering the foundations of everything we knew.

Love wasted on a path destined for disaster.
My affections lost, so elegantly bound to your heart.
I’ve become secondary, the ashes of your yesterday.
We could have been the love this century never forgets.

Prey.

Prey.

I craved you, like the predator stalking its prey.
I needed you like the air I breathe.
I loved you with all the passion I could ever feel.

I gave you my all heart and soul.
You gave me nothing.
Why do I try when I know it is nothing but never ending disappointment?
Why do you lie when I know you feel the same?

I will never hold you again, touch your face or see you smile.
I wanted to be enough for you but I guess I fell short, but by whose standards?
Enjoy ripping out my heart; I know your conscience won’t even care.

Trigger Finger.

I had you for myself, like a secret kept from the world.
We were lovers convinced it was forever.
With one unfortunate kiss,
you put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger.
The bullet in my heart.
Shattering the foundations of everything we knew.

Love wasted on a path destined for disaster.
My affections lost, so elegantly bound to your heart.
I’ve become secondary, the ashes of your yesterday.
We could have been the love this century never forgets.

Razorblade Hugo.

THURSDAY, APRIL 29, 2010

Razorblade Hugo.

Razorblade Hugo,
shambles and shackles the taste of regret on your blistered lip, post mortem never sounded so soothing. Your fists cut quickly through tattered emotions where silence sits strong.
Treasure all the lies as they all fall right back in place, like pieces of a puzzle. Shades of the devil seeping through. All the pain has left you savage and broken. Light up the pathways, Heaven and Hell are all that we see. Though, you can’t make this go away, the future fades to black.
Truth no longer holds any meaning.
Razorblade Hugo,reached the end of this crooked path, grasping the frayed edge of the rope.