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more nonsense at 3am

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 02:46:40 GMT

You're the reason I cast about at night,
You're the reason my pants get tight.
So this feeling I soon neglect,
What you don't need you soon forget.

Then off to charm school
to learn all proper,
Work a tasteless job
for a bit of copper.

A Sneak Peek at the new Hardcore Project.

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 18:48:02 GMT

Ten High "The Suicide Table" - Ten High
(Band name & album name subject to change)

Music by Danny Galecki, Mike Orris & Andrew.
Lyrics by Danny Galecki & Eric Iglesias

I'm Freakin Out
Walking the edge of the line
With no clear end in sight
The pain of life has got me down this time
Fight To Survive
But I feel it's a waste of time
I'm going out of my mind
Somehow I know the answer lies inside

Searching for a way
To hold my head up high

Raise your hands to the sky - Ten High
Hold your head up high - Ten High

Get back to living right
Holding on for dear life
Desperation has led me to
Stand Up And Rise
No more obstacles in sight
I know I'll win this fight
And everytime I see your face I realize
It's Our Time

Searching for a way
To hold my head up high

Raise your hands to the sky - Ten High
Hold your head up high - Ten High

Retaliate (song lyrics)

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 18:31:12 GMT

The blood showers down.
We drag away the corpses.
Cut out their hearts,
When there's nothing left.
We bury our sons tonight.

The storm passes,
I remain silent.

misguided steps

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 08:02:29 GMT

conscious while
those seams are pulled, skin tones
full of blemish & textures
like worn leathers,
a comfort to the wasted ones.
unlike stained & bug infested
furniture, they sit on the curbside.
the hand-me-downs to the streets,
ill-begotten & by default
unfit for mass production,
on strike with cardboard signs.
reading, "i'm still here, alive."
an establishment of forgotten junkyards.
cozy alleyway bonfires
to cast light on the smiling tooth,
glazed eyes fixated on the bottle.
the feng shui of strays and their shadows
meshed with chain link fences,
black & white paper trails
ruffling to the fog of silver breath
on a shivering night.
unknown deaths like broken glass,
swept up with the litter
of another condemned neighborhood.
the diamonds in the rough left
undiscovered, strangers with cures,
hearts, hopes & broken futures.

1 down, 8 to go.. (song lyrics)

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 04:16:47 GMT

Under The Bus

Under the bus,
You bound our hands & pushed our heads down.
Who's left to trust?

Our knees hit the pavement.
We watched you turn your back on us.
Abandoned to take your blame.
Yet we still remain.

The course remains the same.
Defile all decency,
You have no remorse.
No qualms to break one's will.
Dishonor is keen,
A trend for all fiends.

Once one of us,
We were setup to take the fall.
Who's left to trust?

These bridges you've burnt.
We watched you turn your back on us.
Abandoned to take your blame.
Yet we still remain.

When a man of his word,
means as much as each passing moment.
There he stands without resolve,
since when have you been afraid to face us.

Keep running, your knife leaves a trail.
Still dripping, you should be ashamed.

Fault - fades from memory.
You - are my enemy.
Days - like purity prolonged.

Now we see through you.
You sense impending doom.

Know what lies before you.
We watched you turn your back on us.
Abandoned to take your blame.
Yet we still remain.

When a man of his word,
means as much as each passing moment.
There he stands without resolve,
since when have you been afraid to face us.

No escape, now there's hell to pay.
Lie still, you must face your fate.

Thrown under the bus,
Now who's left to trust?

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 06:46:21 GMT

I push, struggle
past & thundering down
a black sea of shadows,
a stillness.

gaping trees loom over
pathways, dimly lit nests
are hidden from view.

Out of breath fervor
fills my body with heat.
I strain even harder,
a terrified frenzy
of noise & risky cracks.
misfit clouds, a reclusive moon
perhaps asleep.

A return to shelter,
a silo of afterthought
where whispers of a remaining heart
picture those caressing eyes.

Like a drying rain on the pavement,
a reflection ripples into a loss of words.
the storm passes, I remain
silent.

Only to run,
further the next day.

curse of the eternal gaze

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 09:33:19 GMT

ever look out unto the abyss
a connect the dot insignificance,
and when the picture is formed
a spiraling galaxy in bloom
never in focus
we stare unable
to dare at what's around us.

i picture that night,
forever fixated, as if youre peering through
the window without a steering wheel,
unable to control, unable to move
you watch yourself act or stay
to sit out the sunrise.

like a diamond forged of earth
in plain sight, and this horrible dream
captures the eye, paralyzed
you watch in endless horror,
the cosmic beauty, fully aware
& without care as everything else
self-destructs.

its just like that fading memory,
the remnant of the past
a figment of my imagination
ceasing all reason, all moods
that might have swayed to ever
make this a better day.

leper

Tue, 09 Sep 2008 21:29:17 GMT

unsettled heart like
a hermit
contagious with shivering
plagues, of shells littered across
a moonlit coast
each the wrong size.
from a distant blazing moon,
we can watch the peacocks from afar
their mating dance
in well groomed feathers.
but my mind is scuffled
in & out like a tide
erasing any signs of progress.
a wandering part
without a place that fits,
exposed to the weathers
on a path that defaces all tracks
an identity felt incomplete.
you claw on, its hard to let go
mesmerized
by sun & sea, the premise
of someday, just.. being

-whole
the gift to provide, to divide
& share with
that one & only other.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Thu, 29 May 2008 04:51:01 GMT

long grown tired of its stale taste
its elasticity
plain and void
of energy

id feel anxious
drive forward on its appeal
the stir of bliss
a battery to the tongue,
snug on its
mysterious marks

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Tue, 27 May 2008 05:45:59 GMT

sense
glass shattered from the pinata,
their hands in dark worlds
skewered wherever they ran.
more torment, a plethora
of shrill horror
dawned on their blind faces.
a crimson splash
elevated as if their own fears
shook and drew the very roots
of their foundation,
their lives, to an end.
an aftershock