Within the empty recesses of my tortured soul,
The wraith of destiny haunts my fevered existence,
Halos of thorns and briars puncture my mind
Trapped on hallowed ground burning alive
Secrets covered within the white light
Truths unspoken hidden in shadow
Cascades of tears in a Thunder Storm
Tornadoes fighting for peace and quiet
Responsibility mired in craters of doubt
Doubt scuttled in oceans of guilt
Guilt twisted with the gunfire of emotions
Emotions lost in a war of Freedom Lost
Deliverance desired from illness
Injuries forgotten inside pain
Forgiveness lost into sanity
And it all lives in my tortured soul.
What dreams may come to tattered minds
Where hope is left so far behind
And justice comes not in time
And innocence is the biggest crime
What dreams may play on festered souls
In darkness creeps the honest mole
And nothing escapes the eyes of the internet
And all things are true, but the lies are whet
What dreams may torture honest men
Loosing to evil time and again
And the will is strong and sharp
And the bagpipes play with harps
What dreams may fly to tyrants' hearts
Where the cast play for overturned carts
And death is the only means to the end
And agony the living's only friend
What dreams may run before the child
Joy and
How do I feel
Uncertain of the future
Weary of the internal rage
Exhausted from the vivid memories
Guilty with the irony
Confused with the escaping emotions
Devastated with the pain slowly overcome
Yet,
Oddly hopeful in psych ward
Joyful in the rage spoken to strangers
Oblivious to the world around me passing by
And tired of being in a self-imposed darkness,
So I guess you can call me Mr. Mushroom.
Rage of me
Rage against destiny,
Rage upon injustice,
Rage with liars,
But what of me:
Pain suffered from fire,
Pain caused by illness,
Pain staunched with blood,
And what of me:
Guilt received from action past,
Guilt placed from familys expressions,
Guilt stripped away from reality,
So what of me:
Depression planted in acts of mercy,
Depression stemming from inaction with family,
Depression caused by scars of justified action,
Could it be, its all my fault?
The Poo
Here I sit all broken hearted,
Tried to poo but only farted,
Lord the stench is killing me,
Its so bad I cannot breath,
Im hallucinating now, no lie;
As angry green clouds around me fly,
So here I will sit until I go,
And when I do, THE WHOLE WORLD WILL KNOW!!!
Within the empty recesses of my tortured soul,
The wraith of destiny haunts my fevered existence,
Halos of thorns and briars puncture my mind
Trapped on hallowed ground burning alive
Secrets covered within the white light
Truths unspoken hidden in shadow
Cascades of tears in a Thunder Storm
Tornadoes fighting for peace and quiet
Responsibility mired in craters of doubt
Doubt scuttled in oceans of guilt
Guilt twisted with the gunfire of emotions
Emotions lost in a war of Freedom Lost
Deliverance desired from illness
Injuries forgotten inside pain
Forgiveness lost into sanity
And it all lives in my tortured soul.
What dreams may come to tattered minds
Where hope is left so far behind
And justice comes not in time
And innocence is the biggest crime
What dreams may play on festered souls
In darkness creeps the honest mole
And nothing escapes the eyes of the internet
And all things are true, but the lies are whet
What dreams may torture honest men
Loosing to evil time and again
And the will is strong and sharp
And the bagpipes play with harps
What dreams may fly to tyrants' hearts
Where the cast play for overturned carts
And death is the only means to the end
And agony the living's only friend
What dreams may run before the child
Joy and
How do I feel
Uncertain of the future
Weary of the internal rage
Exhausted from the vivid memories
Guilty with the irony
Confused with the escaping emotions
Devastated with the pain slowly overcome
Yet,
Oddly hopeful in psych ward
Joyful in the rage spoken to strangers
Oblivious to the world around me passing by
And tired of being in a self-imposed darkness,
So I guess you can call me Mr. Mushroom.
Rage of me
Rage against destiny,
Rage upon injustice,
Rage with liars,
But what of me:
Pain suffered from fire,
Pain caused by illness,
Pain staunched with blood,
And what of me:
Guilt received from action past,
Guilt placed from familys expressions,
Guilt stripped away from reality,
So what of me:
Depression planted in acts of mercy,
Depression stemming from inaction with family,
Depression caused by scars of justified action,
Could it be, its all my fault?
The Poo
Here I sit all broken hearted,
Tried to poo but only farted,
Lord the stench is killing me,
Its so bad I cannot breath,
Im hallucinating now, no lie;
As angry green clouds around me fly,
So here I will sit until I go,
And when I do, THE WHOLE WORLD WILL KNOW!!!
Current Residence: Tejas deviantWEAR sizing preference: big and tall ... ie XXXL Print preference: Whatever I can get if it is "FREE". Favourite genre of music: Anything considered rock and roll Favourite photographer: all the ones in my friends list Operating System: Winblows... cause i don't MP3 player of choice: my laptop Skin of choice: the one i am wearing :-P Personal Quote: Fear is courage waiting to be found.
Adding some new poems and working on a art piece but I do not really like what is happening with it so I might not post it.
So how is everyone?
Have not heard much from anyone lately. Seems like everyone is busy running their lives and such and me well i am just bored.
So if you are looking for someone to pester about doing something... I am available. :)
Later everyone
Well it has been a troubling 2009. I am hoping now a month into 2010 things will improve. My mental and phystical health have improved so that is a good sign. I have had such a rough year that I am really hoping for a better new year. I still can't believe how many deviations i have to go through. You guys have been busy. 10166 deviations not to mention the polls and other stuff sitting there waiting on my attention. So I am going to spend some time going through it, just at a glance. With that many It would take a week to critique them all, maybe longer and I don't really have the time for that.
Well anyway, if you are still around and want