Thursday, September 3, 2009
I Don't Know...
Monday, June 29, 2009
I have drunk the purest drops of wine
Tasting every single tear I weep
I long for treasures I dare not keep
Within that field of opium lies
Tempting is the smell of human disguise
While the morning dove pays its fees in its song
I shall not expose my weary soul for long
Looking upon the piercing blue blanket way high
A solid white flag flies against an ebony sky
Drowning in the stench
Drowning in the lie
All I can ever ask is why
Undone
In the endless ephemeral
The sea of gold
The waves which lap and temper the soul
All is done and all is said
I wash ashore always hungry for more
More of a life which so fleetingly flies
Across marmalade skies and watchful eyes
The moment of demise will arrive
Between the grit of lives and the waves of lies
Seething...permanent...turbulent is the rush
When colliding with Nature's might and crush
I live the life of a life not lived
Spinning the web of the ghosts which fed
On the truths of reality, the one I held fast and hard once long ago
My eyes have watered salty and cold
Submerged beneath the Sea I shall become
A restless soul, a thing Undone
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Well.Finally....
Friday, May 29, 2009
Well Well...Look What Shannt Dragged In..lol
Ok....so I go to alot of concerts...and I meet alot of interesting people...I went to see Paramore in August of 06 and had the honor to meet Shaant.....lead singer of Cute Is What We Aim For.....he's a truly awesome guy and makes me smile.We would e-mail from time to time and I never really thought much of it..He got busy and what not and I just forgot about it.Until about a month ago when his band came back and he e-mailed me...we met up once again and it was like we were old friends....Either way we bounce stuff off of each other and he sent me this.....I love it....he's slightly on the verge of hating it...the curse of "Writers Block" has ended and has gave birth to this......
By drink 3 it seems that you are a mystery
To me and everyone in between
Your legs level as your head warms up to the blurry scene
Its a wonder that your body consistently redeems
A fiend of fiction loaded with a pack of convictions
I dig your dirty diction
Im convinced that the only reason why you procrastinate
Is to be, is to be fashionably late
Such a waste of time for such an immaculate face
Only due to a lack of a particular taste
I pace, I prance, I do what I do at any chance
I am the substance and you are the abuse
I just wish that you could choose
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse to ignore
I put you off long enough
Luckily now I see by the score that you belong to be on top...
If I swoop down and swindle your vote
Does it count just the same or does it trigger a revolt?
Rip your jeans for me, regardless of the placement of the seams
I picked the finest thread, the one thin enough to infiltrate your mind, body and bed
Oh! I'm so obnoxious
Yeah! you wish that I would stop it
Well! If you don't like the way it tastes in your mouth
Then please, go ahead and spit it out
I dig your dirty diction
Hinder or a helper
I have yet to relay to her
That i'm only good on paper
I'd prefer that she'd defer
I'd love to help your habit
But I doubt that I could grab it.
This is self imposed self control
So Where do I pay the toll?
I was once known as a wordsmith
Now i can't come up with anything worth shit
Do I look like a runner up to you?
I am the champ with far too many chips
I haven't even come close to do what Im about to do.
