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PRELUDE TO A POETIC PAGAN


Mechanical Brain

Information society pulsing through the radioactive veins of our mechanical bodies.  organisms not born and raised, but concieved and developed.  Desensitized by Violent propaganda from the blood letting media until the weak one hits a columbine overload.  Information society flexes and flows it's cerebral juices of shit through our stiffened spines!

 

Internet whores cheaply fucking animated computer screens, while T.V. Junkies in the next room shoot up hours of sitcoms.  Numb, Unaccepted, and Alone!


 

WHY BOTHER

Evolution of time; Forward ~ Backward, Slower ~ Faster. Knowledge you can't grasp, seek only to find the truth is written in a language that you can not decipher. Realization hits sporadically, letting you touch an idea as it drifts out of reach leaving you empty.

"What the fuck...Why Bother"

Devoted to church that isn't devoted to you! Worship a God who won't respect you. Required to give unconditional love in a world of people who hate. Creating an ugly heart to match that beautiful face.

"What the fuck...Why Bother"

Belive in Nothing! Lose all faith! Live life for today with no thoughts of tomorrowl trying to justify why you only believe what your only two eye's show you. Someday you'll go blind.

"What the fuck...Why Bother"

Christian today, and Agnostic tomorrow!


  Faded
Memories were meant to fade,
To dull the pain of yesterday.

Forgotten songs dead mothers sung,
of Nightengales and sugarplums

Memories were meant to dim,
to ease the pain of childhood sin.

Broken bones in broken homes,
and things that make you feel alone.


 

Don't want for the Goddess of Beauty,

she'll shred your soul in two! 

Make you ache and wallow in self hatred! 

How does it feel to be so unworthy of

Perfection?


Kriptonite Heart
Your words meant nothing! Mine had power, till you blew them up with your Kriptonite heart. Now I'll bleed these poems and songs till I'm dried up and dead, like you!

He pitched me forward and let the darkness eat away my face. consuming my memory along with his pain. tiltawhirl of emotion is making him sick. one more dose so he can move on and leave me with nothing but his Kriptonite heart.


Zane
Hair blacker then obsidian, delicate mouth that tastes sweeter then a cup of wine. Thick lips, warm, and redder then a pool of blood. Pale skin like that of a cresent moon pressed into the dead of night

Zane, I dream of you in the darkest parellels of my mind. Scarred and abused, a prom night rose two weeks old; broken of its beauty. Left to brown and wither in endless prisms of sunlight; results of tragic love.

Once your fragrance was sweet, but its now desecrated to a sick rancid smell, as you penetrate my heart with long cold fingers. You bind my emotions tight, preserving them from the torment you have endured.


                   SALVATION

Who am I to your world?  You ask me to save you!  Shit...I can't even save myself.  Caught in this spiral funnel, sucking me down.

Low vibrations and bad decisions full of liquor and lies are rack, racking my brain.

I'll Keep giving and giving, I'll keep giving till I'm gone.  Because Shit...I can't even save myself.

Your my vampire fledgling new and full of hope.  you drink from me till I am drained and dying in agony.

Still the energy flows from my body to yours.  I choose this, you can have the heat from my hands.  Go ahead, heal your soul, because Fuck....I can't even save myself!


Boy Vision

Enchanted smoke filled thoughts of twisted truths and camelot.
Open thine eyes to a world of Sapphire people in shimmering splendor.
Crystal waterfalls flow endlessly to bottomless Emerald lakes of knowledge.
Whimsical cherubs sing and dance to the forever song.
Moon beams and stars spiriling into aphrodite's abyss.
Aah, to be a visionary with the mind of a scholar and the heart of a child.
To go through time a mystical boy, ageless in the flesh, timeless in his state.
Herbal bliss creating eurphoric pain. Tears touch his cheek with such catostrophic intent.
The dragons apprentice who see's from a perspective not meant for this world;  His skin grows scaley, yet he sheds it with a single nectareous kiss of ecstacy.

Close your eyes, Realize his vision, and I'll take you there.



Perspecitve
Fairy Eyes, and Elven ears
contorted emotions that I fear!


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