Excitabilatamengraduafalsifijunction- by: unknown forgotten

Quite an uncommon blessing wrapped in an interference
That incidentally avoided the worst of some sort
And yet dodged a different bullet
"ouch," says the dastard and the ignorant
Tasting the fumes of gasoline weeping from the carpet
Or was the toxic air my perfume?
Laying down devilishly to destroy an indifference that ensues?

The answer's what our mother told,
After your father asked permission
Ain't nothing but the standard quotable wisdom
Dished out in portions to make relevance to nothing
But yet The Guru's words through another sound so amazing and true
Coincidence or destiny to confuse?

He once learned from his master to burn candles all the way down
Well flames rising high have lit my house on fire
Stereo speakers melting and drowning out the infernal sound
Such beautiful sound for it was saved by the bullet
No, a different one than the one already dodged
This one's like dirt and red light and wind wooshing over hills
And that sound only the angels can hear

On your marks,
Get set,
And let the Worlds collide!!!

Easy Go- by: unknown forgotten

Like visions of raining fire and missing fingers
We remember our innocence from when we were free
But you have jumped ship from that you sail upon
Over the river they call Styx, boiling blood red thick

You couldn't find your way home if your lost life depended on it
The white light in your mind taken out
For more crawling around in the dark
Attempting to find the door
And yet you're surprised when you bump your head into another corner

Theatre Epressed Action Suspense Entertainment- by: unknown forgotten

You're only going where you want to
And you're afraid now
What you got into is only you
Keep your head up, champ
We know you're not done yet
Not since you're so set in your ways

Dive.
Dive.
Dive.
Please.

Dash- by: unknown forgotten

Most people aren't afraid of the run away
Most people are afraid of the effort to come forth
Dashing away
Secrets under stars
Mums the word
Or else wreaks of car bombs

inevitable
(n-v-t-bl)
adj.
1. Impossible to avoid or prevent
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The Great Theory of the Inevitable- by: unknown forgotten


The Inevitable
Destiny,
The divine hand that will control your life no matter what you do
One must always make an effort regardless of what is going to happen regardless of itself, Though it seems contradictory,
But the truth is that the inevitable is completely uncontrollable

If one can not breathe in the day with patience
Then you have not understood the futility of trying to ignore existence and the fall of humanity
Everyone everywhere knows that somewhere, somehow, something will always happen
The unavoidable is truly self described
To think we have a hold on ourselves is ridiculous in my opinion
What have you done that wouldn't have happened if we weren't made this way?
How have you taken control of your living self, if you can not explain the strange, and Unexplainable circumstances you find yourself in day after day after day that you were Incapable of predicting beforehand?

Life sucks, living doesn't
We were designed from the beginning to live
But we were not made to operate within this confusing life
Our perfect world is gone
Thus we cannot translate all the shit of life to the original perspective of simply living perfectly within the flawless formula that the inevitable encapsulates

Life is our impossible
Something is always there in imperfection, and we can not fix it perfectly
No matter how hard we try
Life, as in the entire mass of every living being ever will always be corrupt
And my only consolation is patience and the theory of the inevitable
That something somewhere will happen somehow no matter what
That thing whatever it may be will happen eventually in any form whatsoever
And all we can do is wait and live

Because we were made to live, which we do
Then our one an only hope is on the inevitable maze of life and its complex
That relies only on us living, and accepting life only as it is
And for what is is going to become
Which is the impossibly unchangeable entity I like to call:
The Theory of the Inevitable

You don't own or control yourself, neither do I
The inevitable, the uncontrollable, does
The fact that we live and can not control life in anyway whatsoever is proof
We are incapable of controlling life completely and the therewithin to the smallest perfect increment

My name, nor origin, nor age, nor color, nor life experience, nor stature, nor hair color, nor anything ever in the entire history of mankind can change the fact that the Inevitable was created with the understanding that we were not made to deal with any conflict in the beginning. And that is why even personal identity should be long forgotten and unknown in your very own mind; The same mind that has been controlled by the inevitable and its choice of introducing certain aspects of life into your living life. We do not control ourselves. We did not name ourselves. We did not choose whom we met randomly, The Inevitable did. It has always been here, since the first days, and it will never ever leave until it has done everything ever that must be done in whichever way, where ever, and how ever in anyway it is going to be done no matter what it requires of us.

This was inevitable. The end is inevitable. Death is inevitable.

So I lay me down to sleep...
So I do.

Be open to goodness that will be in this time for you.

Stealer- by: unknown forgotten

It's tough when you can't feel your fingers
They've been gone for years
Blown off back in '95
An accident with firecrackers

Wait, wait, I made a mistake
You were there
And you always take what you want to
It was only you.

Funhouse- by: unknown forgotten

Strange days, strange nights
Concave mirrors and reflecting lights
Best I keep my mouth shut
Lest I keep my mouth shut or beware
And fear the taste of curdled blood running from my torrential spleen
The room spins round like a funhouse
I'm rolling, falling down and tumbling around in a cylindrical room
Into the deep dark complex that is my unknown
Way beneath the actual floor, if it ever was there

And the Haunted House next door is compiled of the worst
My sunken corpse suddenly falling forth
With such a thin unexplained grin
To some of us it gives away nothing without touch
In this misguided life

Let us embrace on the Swan Ride
And wish upon a star and hope we get far
Best I keep my mouth shut
Lest we fall short unable to cope

Mr. Apocalypse to You -by: unknown forgotten

Yes I am.
I am invincible.
Or am I invisible?
Does it matter nonetheless?
Or is this just another test?
I'm standing ground while you're zig-zagging to shreds
You're disintegrating
I am invincible at the least of the best
Yes I am.

*


When I was young I was the nicest guy I knew
I thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two
My shine wore off as time wore on

I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the dawn in the hours when the truth begins to bite
I thought about the time when I turned my back and stalled
I ain't no nice guy after all

When I was young I was the only game in town
I thought I had it down for sure
But time went by and I was lost in what I found
The reasons blurred the way unsure

I thought that I was living life the only way
That as I saw that life was more than day to day
I turned around, I read the writing on the wall
I ain't no nice guy after
I ain't no nice guy after

In all the years you spent between your birth and death
You know there's lots of times when you should have saved your breath
It comes as quite a shock when your trip leads to a wall
I ain't no nice guy after all,
I ain't no nice guy after all



When I was young I was the nicest guy
I knew thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two
My shine wore off as time wore on

I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the lonely hours when the moons the only light
I thought about the times when I turned my back and stalled
I ain't no nice guy after all,
I ain't no nice guy after all.




*I Ain't No Nice Guy- by: Ozzy Osbourne

Super Powers Anonymous- by: unknown forgotten

This is the chapter in the moment of the story where the Super Hero makes a triumphant, final move upon an epic story (in and of its own), in which after it's over, entails the lonely walk back to his homeland, where he must go back to his repetive, sollom workplace to raise an income for his loved, but neglected wife. Our Hero shortly travels to the next location, depressed, and feeling like a failure, with an hardly opimistic mind-set that an evil Villian will be wherever he's headed to at the time, which is where they need to go regardless of when or where they arrive, and regardless of the fact that he knows he will defeat the Villian that lies there within, but that he knows his Wife that he does loves, misses him so dearly. And, that as is his duty, he must continue his adventure. Such is the calling of a Super Hero; Not knowing why their life is so estranged from the normal daily life of a casual civilin. They think: "My life and sole purpose is based upon the evil of others. And no matter what I do, I must always move on, because there is always someone evil out there, and they must be stopped."

A Different Saul- Part I- by: unknown forgotten

Sorry I haven't been around Dearly Befriended,
I have traveled over 24,000 miles of railroad tracks in my search for the Divine One over the last 42 months.
I will be back as soon as I can find the right train.
I have been thinking, and I think it would be in both of our best interests to marry each other upon my return.
Yours,
Saul

A Different Saul- Part II- by: unknown forgotten

Sorry I have been away New Wife,
I have been away following a herd of elephants with the natives for the last 6 years.
I have a lot of great stories to tell, but don't have the time right now.
We are heading out, but in a moments time, to track a violent tiger that has killed 3 members of my crew. With luck we will put it down without incedent.
I plan to return within the next 3 months, New Wife.
When I see your face again it will be the satisfaction of my existence.
Your love,
Saul

A Different Saul- Part III- by: unknown forgotten

Sorry I haven't been around Dearly Beloved,
I have been cooking stew under a bridge for the last 30 years to keep the wolves at bay in Siberia.
It's a terrible story and I'd rather not talk about it.
But I plan to return shortly, Dearly Beloved.
My final return shall be glorious. Indeed.
By the way, my name has changed to Hack-bone Paul.
Yours forever,
Paul

Love Anything- by: unkown forgotten

There are serious things to remember
How we forget in a sway of pride
Conversely, and quite shamefully,
We forget how we refuse logic,
Can't you think?
If you can't,
which you won't,
then you're not worthy.
For hope, love, life, religion,
You rebuke faith when you deny the simple mind
Love anything
When you don't, you'll die.
Love anything
And feel alive
The hard heart is only soft to destruction
These things are to be remembered

More or less
I've told the score

Love anything
Love, anything

Dastard- by: unknown forgotten

Is it just me or is the midnight sun hotter today?
Drying out my soul beneath my skin
Chasing away any energy for a good time
So impatient for the turning of the earth
Trying to avoid coming old
When our bones will be brittle
Joints will wear out and quit
Just like every fraction of your life
This world is full of dastards

How hard can it be to change our lives?
We'll have to really try
It'll be too hard
We could just grow old
Lonely, shriveling, and cold
It's so much easier than being bold

The days of work are done
We are not so able

Command-
Describe: Prompt, Propiniquity.
Extrapolate: Promulgate, Prompter.

It is Me- by: unknown forgotten

The strange goings on of a cat.
It runs in the yard
It brushes beneath your hand
It watches you from fourteen feet
It runs in your house
It comes back for another touch
It jumps seven feet over a fence.

Licentious Liaison- Preface- by: prophet forgotten
Be Warned-

He knows your afraid
That why I'm telling you
Always run away
He hates you
It's imperative you know that I don't

Licentious Liaison- Part I- by: prophet forgotten

The Great D & Friends-

We're only in this to get our foot in the door
And the secret cash flow
Nothing pleases us more than booze and strip clubs
We only delve into our minds to fuel our own needs
We don't give a fuck about what happens anywhere ever
Or why it happened because we said something terrible
Shame is useless against us
The fact that you imagine that remorse is even capable of us,
only shows that you are one mindless piece of shit
Really, we don't like you
Truth is, we hate you.
You just look good, and know people better than you,
that we want to take full advantage of
In every way you could ever think of blatant or secret

Licentious Liaison- Part II- by: prophet forgotten

The D & Friends Commence Plan A aka Obliterate-

There is no tolerance regarding misinformation
The two were melted into one like serpents making love
Such a dastardly site you 'd vomit before you look back
With blood and cum, and a frothy construction of what the Devil brought
He and his friends aren't the best type

They stood beneath the bridge earlier that night
Diving deep into the destruction they'd gone there to get
Now there's blood and a bystander laying gutted on the couch
Entrails tied around their waists binding them to one
Wearing it's flesh as garments
They're screaming and defiling the world in every bout
No movement is short of desecration

The ceiling fans swoops slowly
The lights are still on
Hours later
The world sits silent and still
Both throats slit

Licentious Liaison- Part III- by: prophet forgotten

The D vs Jay Outcome Is Always One-

That D and his gang make me wish I 'd never been born
Such destruction like a toilet full of shit,
Overflowing into your lungs
Rolling around in filth
Feasting on rotten loins for the rest of your life
corruption of the smallest detail
With searing hot spears slicing your back

There is a way out
There is the Jayhoo and his winged accomplices
Fiery swords in hand
Be heading every wicked foe that falls in reach
Consuming the evil ones by way of glory and power
Such destruction by holy matter you'd think there's no end
Until the blade mysteriously passes your neck
And destroys the D and his sidekick companions
As they were about to rape your life
Then you'll know finally that the D is the Evil One
And the truth will come out
You have been balancing on only a string
Now that thread has snapped

Licentious Liaison- Part IV- by: prophet forgotten

'Da Viva La Vile Land' or 'The Holy Roller Coaster World plus the Sanctified Crucifix Cabin Retreat.'

Lies, lies, lies.
There's nothing to satisfy the absence left behind by D
After the destruction you are left with nothing
But hopelessness, insecurities and an oozing wound
Standing on coals, bare naked smeared in shit,
And left to never die

Truth, truth, truth.
Jay can redeem
He can reclaim life
Nothing is lost child
There will be no strife
There is downstairs and another slap to the face
Or up stairs with golden streets and pearly white gates
A Father to love eternally and all the joy ever dreamed
Believe.

I wish my face was less a face
And more a mirror
So you could see yourself
But I suppose that you'd have to look me eye to eye first

I just feel so tired
My bones are always shaking
Asleep or awake
I feel so brittle
Like I'm about to break

Dog House- by: unknown forgotten

I'm about to tumble down the hill
Like a fallen tree
Transformed into a log
Loaded onto a truck
Driven down gravel roads
Traveled hundreds of miles
Cut smaller into 2x4's
Cut in half yet again
And nailed to the side of a doghouse
The one you're going to have 6 years from now
When you're older and married
When you have your first kid
And a puppy you just purchased at the pound
Your husband will build the doghouse
But the dog will never use it
But your toddler will love to play in it
Until age 6 and you buy that swingset
Then you'll discard the doghouse
And at that time you won't remember
I was a board on the side always

(Light) Refractory- by: unknown forgotten

You should have gone to sleep
When you said you were going to
Now you're up too late, delirious
And taking the wrong time to contemplate
All those things your sober state would have never thought
Sober, drunken, or not, your mind doesn't work right
So it's okay when I call your head drunk, crunked, or fucked
What's the difference when you're more like a leech
Or severely weakening disease
when was the last time you looked in the mirror
when was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror
when was the last time you even cared?

That Pain- by: unknown forgotten

You know it's late and I'm soaking wet
Peaking over the fence like a proper lady
This war does stand for something
Your words contradict my text
My life is subtle and slow
You're dancing with the Devil and don't even know
What's the next step in this puzzle
You've had time to think
These last 30 minutes must have brought you to the brink
That one we all need so eagerly
To wipe the ashes off our shoulders
And never remember

Two words to call me out
Two words to call you out
My discrepancy or yours?
I've to say what I have
When I can actaully speak with you

As much as I love you,
I hate you more for what you have become.