Have you lost your wits already?

When you have skulked under the moon
laughing for a while, then crying,
and before you know; you're drowning in both,
and you want to fight it
but also give in.

Have you reached that point already?
When there is no looking back.
Knowing you won't forgive yourself,
that easily.
Yet you'll be there. Just like me. 

Who are you?

I was. Till I ceased to be.
I'm nothing more than the memories
that haunt me.
Flesh sunken to the very bone,
Hopeless clinging on to what
remains of this mortal coil, unhinged
Perhaps in longing itself, a world lost a life
I'm no more a star studded, moon lit night
But the pitch black that threatens to consume
those that stray.
I did once.
Content in knowing that indeed you cannot escape
the demons you're forever running from,
But slay them, and if you prey on one too many.
You are only to be one,
For another to feast.

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 Apologies. I'll finish it tomorrow. Sleeplessness is taking its toll... 

Dread

You took over my mind,

And I couldn't bear it,

Dancing on the edge of sanity,

In drink, I thought I could 

Drown you.

You were in my heart,

But I couldn't tear you out,

A bit of steel tearing flesh,

I thought I could bleed 

You out.

Yet you tore into my soul,

And I couldn't claim it back

Now I wake waiting the dark, 

Hoping a slow halt to take

Me now.

A little taste of history

I'm a drunk, its the only time I can stand it all...

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

Charles Baudelaire

The Bird Of Hermes - Ripley Scrolls

                                          The Bird of Hermes is my name 

                           Eating my wings to keep me tame

From broken bodies blood is shed

Soon to become ghouls undead

The Bird of Hermes shall come soon

Be it morning, evening, afternoon

The Bird of Hermes feeds on fright

Soon blood shall stain the wicked night

The Bird of Hermes will devour

His enemies in the midnight hour

The Bird of Hermes is my name

Eating my wings to keep me tame

The night shall soon be stained with red

Your army lies bleeding and dead

Their bodies shall rise soon

And join The Bird’s dark platoon

You shall learn to live in night

Obeying ghouls made to fight

The blood shall be a ghastly shower

The Bird’s enemies shall run and cower

The Bird of Hermes is my name

Eating my wings to keep me tame

Ode to the Innocent

Be the difference you are wanting to see
But are you to stake yourself for it?
In sin and repentance,
Life in wait and we bide our time
Lost be forever wherein guilty pleasures are found
Glory be dreams,
Scratching at the fiber in our hearts
Search in words for a surrender
Let love be sound.

My Thought of the Day

I'm the tragic protagonist of my story, where were you?

This is not a wave,

Call it paraphernalia.

Lore of the last Tiger

The day they came, I stood a cub with bated breath
Knowing them as the moon people dawning with age
They came by night, with fire eyeing the skies and,
Soon after they scorched the land they caved on
They burned the forest and the trees that whispered,
They hounded up the wolves and chained them as dogs,
and they killed our herds of deer we lived upon.

And as the time came, it went;
Soon everything had changed.

The wind many winters surrendered to their smoke,
Known men roamed the land or scrounged in the earth
They toiled their days into nights brows furrowed and
Soon they spread out claiming more and more of ours
They hunted our brethren when we starved and feared
They put up walls and blamed us for all that went wild,
and the cub that watched now ran the last tiger.

And as the time came, it went;
Soon everything had changed.

For love and piety

in one so young to lose faith,
where the children though bold
complain whenever it be difficult
as men lay with their woe and worries
burden forever to their shoulders.
Are to you sift through the silk of life
languid in such darkness for pray
reasons far for any of such innocence
to hold and be dashed to oblivion
far from the light of the lord shining true
upon this little rock with its nature.

Quotable Quotes

So far you've caught hold of logic but you have let go of reason...

Right on time

Some times in my life

I live with a mask of despair Wondering For all the sins I’m yet to commit As the gallows of those lonely hours Keep swinging against the dusky rays To come into another day Of emptiness

I keep turning round and round Trying to catch just a glimpse of you Torn Between wanting a smile on your face Or a tear in your eye to see if you care No matter how many time I hear you say That you love me Is not just enough to be complete

There have been fools who have tried To clean the clocks of destiny Bleeding As they see the world worsen to change Smiles of the innocent children lost And the money changing loose hands So what is our sacrifice worth? Against all that…

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Raw

Bleeding out, sick and tired of fighting the world entire...

Wait a Minute -

If I'm diagnosed with split personality - am I entitled to more than one FACEBOOK account?

Revolutions

Somewhere, sometime in the many random arguments I've had I maintained that where originality fails, fashion recycles - and its happening again. I'm actually looking forward to black and white, on screen cigarettes, corsets, bohemian and beatnik revolutions. 

Excerpt

The strange part about a gun is that its a straight shooter. Guns don't pick sides. Now, the men behind it are a different matter all together. So what it comes to is this. Pick a side, don't deliberate... 

One Night

Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.
Perhaps the ambiguity of never even existing
Where did I begin? Wherever do I end,
Maybe there is nothing much at first,
To consider or even think,
For that matter itself,
Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.
Perhaps the chance of having a single dream,
What of it ? Who might understand?
Maybe its better not to look forward,
For that very thought,
Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.
Perhaps you have known me for a short while,
Who are you? Who am I?
Maybe its not meant to be,
To even care,
Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.

Wishing Upon A Fallen Star

To those stars that burn bright
and few that fall,
I wish upon you for the little I ask,
To those dreams I dreamt many
Like you have stumbled and fall'd;
And as twilight turns to darkest dark
I gaze on your last fiery crescendo,
In hope to have not only my eynes
But many;
May they see you to grace
and fulfill a simple wish that I dared,
My prayer to you lies simple and true -
Have all of them solemn wishes
Turn fate to destiny for those eyes
As they close in reverence to you.

Quote of the Day

You will hear people say that poverty is the best spur to the artist. They have never felt the iron of it in their flesh. They do not know how mean it makes you. It exposes you to endless humiliation, it cuts your wings, it eats into your soul like a cancer.

W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)

Words

If you can understand it
its a song,
If not,
Its a poem.

Stringing words together is harder than living....