Saturday, November 13, 2004

Forcing the introspective on the retrospective- by: unknown forgotten

I drank last night's water.

I gulped it down.

I sipped the remembrance of a time I wish I tried not to forget.

In the morning

After the poison has worked its course

We shall see where it leaves me

We will see where I am at

Friday, November 12, 2004

The time is drawing ever near where I may ask that you do not leave me alone, on that certain and pertaining frost-bitten eve. Where the trees cry mercy from the freezing moisture that drips down low and freezes the sidewalks with ease. The air is unholy and aching to the bones and marrow. The sun is forgotten and the night is oh so long. The holidays attempt to warm our cold souls. But nothing no nothing can stop me from feeling forgotten and unknown.
The duely interpretive manifestation of the lyrics of life; Unextraordinaire- by: unknown forgotten

These words are deceitful
I am not about the extraordinary moments
I am not full of poems and rhyme
My speech hardly ever contains any deep thoughts
I am not a romanticist in real life
Of course these things cross my mind
Of course I try to be and try to say what I really mean

But no one I have ever met is really the manifestation of the lyrics of life
Our hearts dream, our minds wander
They do not transfer from day to day struggles
I wish I could, I wish I could speak
My my lips tremble and lisp and my mind shatters
Every time I look in the mirror I have forgotten my face
Every time I listen to my voice it sounds like a stranger speaking

I could sit alone and write a beautiful poem
but what is the use when I can't recite it aloud
The moment these words are written I have forgotten it all
To say I am solely artful is a lie
Though most is a voice speaking from someone else
But what I fear most is that these words and writings
Will never be capable of affecting someone directly
And instead influencing the lives of people I've never met
So it shall be and that also brings me great hope
But to the lonely hearts to which I can never speak
Embrace my mind and help me control my mind and tongue and speach

The Untimely Demise of Creation- by: unknown forgotten

Wind fire water death destruction
The tides are changing
Washing away homes
Flooding buildings on the inland

Snakes are slithering down the streets
Biting the ankles of the children
Squeezing their life right out

Rabid dogs running rampant
Tearing open throats and snapping off fingers
Dragging bodies out of town

Vultures circling constantly
Forming massive brooding clouds
Pecking out the eyeballs of people who aren't even dead yet

Natural disasters crumbling buildings
Sucking up the earth in violent quakes
Oozing molten lava to consume all in its path

Wind fire water death destruction
The sun is coming up too early
Blazing and painfully hot
Blistering and scorching this wasted planet
It's time to go- by: unknown forgotten

I've taken a rest
I've taken a break
I've had my down time
Now I'm ready to react
It's you

Give me your hand darling
We're going out
We're leaving right now
I'm gonna take you to places you've never seen
Show you a world beautiful and clean
Marvelous wonders that will make you cry
Delicious delicacies for you to indulge
Fields of flowers so tender so quiet with scents that glow for miles
Roaring red sunsets that rip right through the purple sky
Over slowly crashing waves of the calm blue ocean deep
Give me your hand darling
It's time to go
I've got so many things to show you
Let me take you away
To a place where passion is sweet
and love only grows

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

My heart is about to explode
Tonight I will dream
And learn from all my unconcious has to tell me
I hope to meet you there on this cold eve

Monday, November 08, 2004

Everything I envision though these eyes is an allusion.
I wish that the night would rattle on
Never ending even until dawn
I'm ready for a struggle to push through the dark
To keep on keepin' on
Until the the sun pulls over the horizon


Sunday, November 07, 2004

I can't keep track of time very well lately
Days, minutes, months, hours
It's all the same