I'm a slacker, this I know.

I know, I know. Nothing but poetry so far, but poetry is easy and I get lazy. I plan on doing some prose here soon, maybe even a short story or two if my mind can handle it. I'll pick it up I'm sure, and I plan on posting more, and posting more often.

A Self Portrait

I am nothing but a repeat of society
Wrapped up with a neat little bow
A picture devoid of presence
A sentence with no meaning

I live my life with little sobriety
With my self confidence in tow
I search blindly for a feeling of sentiment
To end this tired man's pleading

I am soon to be lost to eternity
And my body to be buried below
Killed by my life of decadence
A soul blistered and bleeding

Even though I have no serenity
Nothing to keep me at home
Don't look at me with ambivalence
I know who I am, and that is me.

Glass Houses

So tell me how I'm supposed to feel
When everything's up to you
And nothing I grab is real
Can this really be just a dream?

I'll find something that I can steal
Just to stay alive
And I'll find some common ground
To get through this movie reel called life

Is there something that I can do?
To bring me close to you?
Or is it too late to see?
That this is fantasy

We live in a glass house
With everything locked away
And Somehow we show the world
Nothing but the games we play

So tell me how I'm supposed to feel
When everything's up to you?

A very, very basic song. But it has a nice rhythm and flow to it, which is what I'm really working on right now. More complicated and meaningful songs will be to come.

An Ode to the Dead

The rise and fall of bodies in motion

Can cease without a thought or notion

And we find ourselves in the worst of places

Our thoughts are held in hidden spaces

Those left behind in fear and shock

Are left with only memories, and that is all

We work to rid ourselves of tears and trembling

Finding solace in thoughts that our worlds ending

Might bring us closer to those that left before

We lay our dead is sequined cases

And bury them in the prettiest places

Hoping to show the world around how beautiful they are

Wheather we truly knew them or not

And so we leave another behind

And we'll sit around and wait to die

So that we can see each other again

Or at the the very least we can pretend

That this world isn't the last

I send my goodbyes to you now

Hoping that you'll find rest somehow

And thought I don't know where you are

I know you've played your part.

Farewell John Runions.

A Goodly Christian

Like dogs in line for food
Just enough to keep safe 'till winter
We read the words in red
Like it's our only shelter
From the harshest rains

Never do we ponder
The meanings behind such lines
We only look with shallow eyes
And move to perpetuate our lies
From child to the "saved"

Those who cling to reason
And hold fast to fact not faith
Are stoned with calls of treason
Finding soon that the "saints"
Are sinners with names

We dogs claim peace
A peace we kill to keep
Without merit or lease
We slave to save us all
From the worlds incurable taint

Halle-fucking-lujah

Wake Up, Sleeping

I often wake up dreaming
Things that will not fade in sleep
Of heartache and misery
And of horrid defeat

I'll sit and with a sigh
Tell the silent world around
That I won't quietly die
That my place will be found

And with creaking step
After creaking step
I open the blinds to see the sun
With it's fiery grin
And passionate breath
I know I'm not alone.

The Basis of this project

I have plenty of other blogs, and I update them quite frequently. Those blogs have a tendency to act more as a diary, however, and I haven't really had an out for my *ahem* lyrical gifts (if they should so be called, not up to me) and this blog with be the home for that. Poems, songs, prose, anything created by me will go to this blog. There you go. I'll post soon.