Thursday, March 24, 2011

Food for thought...




Food for thought...

Opener:
                 Is it just me? Or do people often express inner emotions through the things they say? Listening closely, I have discovered this is true.
Body 1:
                 There are in many ways, a person can say double meaning while talking. There are also many reasons, why they say those..."choice words", if you will. --- They are said for good reason, there is no doubt about it folks; let's discover why...together.
                Now the first question you are probably asking yourself is: "Why?" Some other top may contenders include: "Is this really a question?, why?", "Of course we know why...why don't you?", and the more rare, "Who cares?" Well folks --- I will have answered all of these questions by the end. So if you will come with me, and we will explore the unexplained.
                Whether or not they or you, for that matter realize it...it's happening all around us. I have found it somewhat bothersome in a sense, as well as at the same time...simply fascinating to experience. I am often lost for words, and often trying to play along; it goes both ways, it just simply rest on the level of craftiness and the such mood I am in, to deal with its presence. These experiences leave me in such awkward faces; I am either playing an act, or mustering my gut and thinking of my next move. You see folks... they like to suck you in, into their, "way of seeing the world" for a moment. It is an often tragic experience, but often as well, healing to a relationship...of different sorts. Whether it is by the roll of the die', or some other cosmic reason...they exist, and you are rolled my friend.
                 It is at this point, you act. You have one of two choices, which lead to "events" for you to keep in your memory forever. For it is these kinds of experiences... that grind on our instinctive feelings and emotions. They are either good or bad experiences. --- And as cliché  as that sounds...it's like bread and butter. It's that... ying-yang, black-white...sort of things. It either makes you smile or frown. And the question is: Which clown do you see? Which masked acted face, are you wearing today? You never know your day...your future, and nor can you really foresee your mood. Moods tend to shift...and if this was a poem, I would somehow reference the moon. But 'Anywhoo... Your moods change so swiftly, so readily to take the leap to the other-side. It's like little events for life to test us? How do we do against..."foreign emotions?" --- And I believe, these events happen for a very important reason.
                The next thing I say, I want to make Very Clear... although I, Taylor Travis...do Not know the sole reason to ask the one question: "Why?" --- I feel that I have found one true answer, that cannot be unwritten...even by the "gods of the cosmos" and what all that means... I know beyond anything and nothing... and everything in between... that Change is inevitable as is its goodness, and likewise further the exact same, as is Home. And I Do know the answer to the question why... it is, why not. Just simply why not. --- This is not a question people. It just is. It does. It goes. It changes. It stays the same. We will have experiences. We will not have experiences. We will awake. We will sleep. Nothing more. Nothing less. Because there is nothing else to experience, than experiencing everything you can...and experiencing everything you cannot. Now, this is just me. Take it as it is. As farfetched or how "confusing or wacky it might be", I'm not forcing anything. I am simply explaining my point of view on it. And as persuading as it may sound... I just want you to think. Think out of the box. Think in the box. Think of the box. Think that the box is something completely something else... before you ever think, you know it all. Oh because nay, and this is what I say...no, you do not. You are lies. You are a shamble.
Body 2:
                 Oh look at you. Such a show. Dancing and flailing. You see some sort of clown...that's for sure. So many metaphors could be said here... but let's just keep going. To just get this out of the way...here a few little quotes I've said(1) or have gathered from books I have read(2) or as in articles I have read on certain people's quotes(3)...etc. Etc. Etc...
"Because we are simply a group of individuals, who think we are individually right" (1)
"I was scared and I was desperate, most likely because I was exhausted from fighting back all the worst-ase scenarios in my head." (2)
"There is nothing so true as that the frock and the cowl..." (3)
"The search for God, is nothing more than the search for truth" (1)
               
                 So obviously, this post goes a little further than first look. If you haven't gotten it already, this post is an example of what I am writing about. But I won't bother you with the specifics. Hence, this body is short.
Body 3:
                 Anywhoozles... let's start with what first gave me interest to keep notice of these events. Donald is his name. Now before we get into this, I want to say this is not a fight of any sort... only an observation of mine. And I would also would appreciate if you could guys not send me any sort of resentment, of my opinion of this guy. I'm just being truthful as I can be...despite my possible bias I may have. Excuse me. I am human. Sorries? Anyway...he is one of those guys (and girls can be like this too...a lot of them are), that has to talk sooo much fucking game. He is a bad-ass. He is so tough. He is brilliant. He has done everything first. He has done everything better. He has done it all longer. He isn't scared of anything. And he knows it all, and if he doesn't know it...it's not worth nothing, and he will say screw it.
                He is also...an ignorant prick. He is a pathetic acting self-absorbed, self-esteem issue having red neck...who is awfully tattooed, he is close-minded, incest man who does it with his cousin...stupid annoying, fuck-face. What's a fuck-face? He is. Oh...and is has little dog syndrome. Look it up!
                Okay so, we are at work...he is on his latest spiel of how he beat a guy in a fight. He goes on and on for hours. So we are slow, kinda doing our own thing...he is vaguely telling the story, and no one is really listening. There was a brief pause, almost an awkward silence...and then he coughs? or like grunted in some sort of fashion...And I could hear him say something in it. It was hinted with a dash of /cry and /well fuck you too. He said either, "Aww, dammit." or "Damn it all." Now I am not really sure which, for I was trying to ignore him. But the awkwardness caught my attention, so I was just waiting for something...and I caught his words. --- Now as you read this...read it again. Reread the guy's quotes. There are different ways you can say them...there are different tones and pitches you can say them in. So I thought about what he said, I am usually interested in these sort of things of course. So...I got to a point where I could only think of him saying them in a pity me sort of way..."my life is soo horrible." When the truth is...it's Horrible, because he is a fuck-face. And I'm sorry. I won't pity you... there is no reason for me to. You are pathetic, and such of an asshole...where you have lost my vote sir. You have lost my vote to set you straight. For however cold this may seem, you are the scum of what makes up grime. Fuck you. You are an asshole. You are an inconsiderate douche bag...
                 You say damn it all? You know what I say? Yes. Please...you want so much, that you would act like a child and roll the dice', and put all of your chips, against the chances of death?
                Your child will grow up, in a broken home...Dad of the Year award? I don't think so. And he is going to be the manager? It burns my McChicken eating hide. But whatever, that's life huh? Awesome. Now read it again...



                Awesome.
Conclusion:

                Of course this is only a minor example, and view into the unexplained. I will further continue more in another post. But until then, here is my end.
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Thoughts?



Thursday, March 10, 2011

"The Joker's Deal"



Astronautalis - Mr Blessington's Imperialist Plot, Lyrics here:  http://lyrics.wikia.com/Astronautalis:Mr._Blessington%27s_Imperialist_Plot

***READ TO THE BEAT
     OF THE DEEP BASS DRUM
     AT THE BEGINNING***

"The Joker's Deal"

Let's get the firsthand
And get things right
I see a bull-eyes in my sight

I tell these secrets to gain your trust
Let's say, nothing is a mystery for us
I have a trick up my sleeve, for everything
We can scape this land and leave nothing behind us
I can clear out rooms, in a single gust
I can hire liars of any size, I have simply nothing to hide
I have any suppliers, you may require to desire

Let's steal from easy prey, so what do you say

So I roll out the slip, eyes strain for the pamphlet
I will preach Hamlet, while I give you your packet
Let these lyrics gather your mind, and your attention too
Eyes start lingering about you
A secret unfolds just like magic,
When I crack it, this Matador's jacket
Take it and wave it, make the bull ballet
Make him suffer in haste
Dance and run with quick grace
Through the skyline cloud's habit
Now close your mind
And rid yourself of all gambits

Into the ring, into the china closet we go
Hand me your doe for safe keeping
Now sit for the show and watch me go pro
We see a bull snorting and bellowing his chest
He jumps like Jack be' Nimble, with a bit of Old Ness
In and out of towers of plates
Now don't make a mess

Will he crash, or take the cake
They ask if how it's done, can be leaked
One man, a few, a many, have stated
For this fine ass chuck and have laid down money
That he'd knock coins and shatter
His chances, and grow to be as cliché as a loser
So they throw down their deals and sell their taboos
But fools were further shown, as tools
And it's all because I have something to spool

Secrets vanish as I raffishly tear down these towers of plates
Full of fluff used as a get-away escape
Known from the beginning, when we sought the already caught
Opportunities that brought me you, then there to help me make my move
Blinded by trust and now abused, I take the lead
So I crash open your doubts
Of the things you dare not say or need
I ravishly shout and command your attention
Before you have time to think, or to make the connections

Did I mention, you lost the bet old man
This trick is as clean as magic
Can you fathom it, that the bull pulled through
Without a single crash, and me...I was all /dash too
I was like Nimble, and just played it cool
Kicked down to all knees, Hamlet here
Crying the size of thimbles
Grabbing your attention, while I pocket your pension
And simply easy the tension

Here is the secret, that has left us cringing for an ending
Leaving our minds in the clouds, and our eyes simply lingering
We get jitters and secrets wither, when we sellout to our bidders
Because it's all done with smoke and mirrors
And none of us can bear it, but can you believe it
We made it clean, we flash our flag signals and get
I do as I do, unraveling this spell from the beginning

It unreeled so eloquently, into my hands
Lathery silk was waved, and the trick was done
And no more is left, to bind me to you
Nothing more blinded you, from the truth
Success of today goes to the show, I tell to soothe
I own a few tricks of my own, and I am on a mission
Vanishing in smoke, they just call me
Magician
So here is my ride, and my end
And to you sir, "good day" my friend
Remember what I recommend
...Suspend...
End
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Meh, what do yous guys think? Comments please.

By the way, Astronautalis is a BEAST!







Monday, March 7, 2011

"Old man's monologue."

The Killers - Mr. Brightside 
(Jacques Lu Cont's Thin White Duke Remix).

Lyrics here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/mrbrightside-jacques-lu-conts-thin-white-duke-remix-lyrics-the-killers.html



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...His pen and paper...

"The Old Man's Monologue."

And I just have to hit play.
This music engulfs me, it's the last one that I remembered
- Sir -

Uuuohhh......................................................................
Oh duh...
I wanted to hit play
This song...
It was a weird one...not yet so much understood
...not yet so much understood
It had a funky beat no doubt
It mainly had a focus, on how...
There is always doubt in our world
It was amazing...
I can't describe it's...loveliness
It was just right for the mood you know?
So it plays, and it makes me want to write
Right here...
Right now.
But I have a speech to give
As old as I am
I be 75...
And old man they say...
But I, oh I say much different.
If they only understood,
What I have to say.
But in there lies the problem,
They don't understand in what way,
I am portraying it.
I'm an oddball of sorts, one who wonders on things
Everything really,
There's the sinke
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They don't get my oddity.
And that's where I get my Lolr on.
I get my lol'ing on.
I bathe in my lolens.
Cute little things, that make you laugh.
See the word: AWESOME!
See the phrase: Done! and Done! Son!

As my monologue goes on
All I hope is that I am remembered
Before I die an old man
I am the caption, erm...Captain, Hardwood
That is my name,
It is Lance Hardwood
And basically
I make Justin Bieber look like a tool
I am the real stuff
I have roamed this woods,
For soo long,
I often got caught up
In my own gatherings...
In my own,
Mind...
Really...
Unexplainable things,
This is my badge,
So to speak,
That sounded like as a screech would sound...
It was scary,
And whoooo...did it make me jump like a clown.

- Sir...you are wanted on stage. -
Oh thank you Frank, thank you...
Oh you...
- That is a truly funny observation sir... -
Have a good night tonight.
- You too sir. -

I get lost in thought
I saw it coming...
But I didn't stop it.
It's my curse.
I think of the ,"darndest", things.
And then people get my attention.

When I am a' (*Insert falling "miss"* .
Pause = Correction.
I tend to ramble
Until I get it right the first time
When I am a' (*Insert falling*) "miss".

- Sir... -
Oh yes...
Here we are,
Here we go,
Let's go,
I have everything,
It's time to shine.
I just hope the light,
Isn't too bright,
When I have to make,
The last word mean the most,
For you see,
The best is at the last,
So don't undermine,
Your time.
Get shit done I say,
And I am 75,
75,
This is my brethren that I see,
In the mirror,
This is me,
And I can do things,
And here is my speech,
That I screech,
To the crowd,
At my feet...

And they listen,
Oh how they roar,
They are my sea anemone,
My fans,
They are my family.

And as I speak to the crowd,
They just take me in,
Into my metaphorical mirror,
That I can't spell ---
That I can't dispel...
And they love it.
And Oh how I...
Love them.
And "whoo",
How lost I get at the thought...
I love life.
Even at 75...
Love is in the air,
And I can't explain this story,
As my laptop lays atop my desk,
And the crown of my head,
Spots where they are balding,
That I just don't hide,
Just because I am...
Just that cool...
Old guy.

I feel like I am 20,
And I can't believe it...
They just don't understand,
And I can't explain,
For I am choked in memories.
I seem to know a lot,
A lot about everything,
I am the wise man,
In this new day,
And I don't feel like giving it up...
Anytime soon.
Yes...yes, that is what I'll tell them,
My friends,
That is the story I will tell,
Here at my desk,
I will tell the story of my being,
Of my adventuring...
Of your reading.

We will all experience all the same realization of life.
We will understand it all one day...
But not today.
So do not fret...
Not is all lost,
And no matter how much it will cost...
I will fix this damn mike,
And learn to speak.
Yes that is what I'll write...
And in the end,
It will all be a spell.

- We're ready for you sir... -
Oh yes...
Let's go,
We have a show...

You see...Sir
You are an actor in this play...
You have a line...
To say.
And even if the first word you say is right...
We all go wrong eventually.

...And I remember...

You aren't the controller of your life.
It just goes...
You are the controller of the controller of your life,
Yes...
That will be my last line of the night...

"So get it right...get it right."

"Good night...Good night."
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*Close curtains*


Thursday, February 24, 2011

"Heavy-Handled, Rattle-Battles"




Astronautalis - Two Years Before the Mast, Lyrics here: http://lyrics.wikia.com/Astronautalis:Two_Years_Before_The_Mast

"Heavy-Handled, Rattle-Battles"


None of them overlap
Faced to defeat feet
Looking down at a mirror
I saw evil, in my reflection
They seem to cancel each other out

Mocking creases snicker, loudly
Things are not always what they seem to be
I bulged away belts, and my dresses
I swing and sway, knocking over small things

Crying waves claim they broke their glass of water
Cogently heavy men, slosh in their in their high tops
Simply by walking by
This unforeseen being
This one kid
This one guy

Plots thicken, as the man entered his shoes
For the first time, she says his first rhymes
And this caught me off guard
So I discarded, the regard

Walking toes, and crawling fingers
Seem to linger, from the motherly whispers
I told you so
Not to call again, you eloquently scrawled

You walk from the room
In a bit dismay
Do the right thing
And tell secrets to this gawking way

Shake your booty, rattle his cage
Taunt him, and flaunt him
Give him his cute innocent rage
Pour the boy a drink she says

Rum-filled and milk-shakes
The lady sloshed onto the floor
Cooing men, stare at starry eyed eyes
Their caring harlots, they forever into gaze more

Silk blankets wrap his chest
His bran new leather jacket
Holding him close
You simply play a game of bump

You spill over the door frame
Clattering full glasses
In merriment before dusk
You gave way, to let a new day be

Dreamily smells of his scent, as you traded patter with him
His arm somewhere around your waist
Your fingers wet,
You were all with excitement

Magical drops from some of these gabbling drinks
The first date, where you meet, and greet
This extra, flubbing meat
Lift purses off the floor, replace it all
Give birth it all...even this full kitchen sink
Stare down the mirror, stand with lofty grace

Of what was meant to be
Even if new bumpings, happen in the future
Things are not always what they seem to be
So I say, swing those hips
And swing that cradle, you crease heavy girl
Hula-hoop around poles, and have a taste
Of a girl's mind

Oh boy!, you shout...with glee
Reflected rays gleam even in the darkest crevasses
As feet slip on the icy carpet, and fall into holes made of doubts
As you lay in the bed, legs spread wide
Foot-holds hold your feet steady
As the natural way, drops out of the load

We stand with our individual hands posted upright
We have a heavy hold, and kiss goodbye
The foggy breezes, from the bottom of this bottle
Time for one more game of peek-a-boo
When no more you have the time to doubt
One more doubt...In you
That you have met this boy before
Who forever fall from heaven
Holding his own, inside his ore-like
Shell.

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Comments please. : D


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Two hands, on the basket

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6rtANrEfHk


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FdUdvajOp0



Astronautalis - Oceanwalk, Lyrics here: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858510777/ 

Please watch the alternate videos ABOVE the main embedded one. As well as look up ALL of Astronautalis work...he is brilliant. Read his lyrics too! I'm sure all of those could fit somehow in this one post. Read and love. You can read the post, and get a Totally different meaning. It's Amazing, and thus...makes me awesome. : )

 

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"Two hands, on the basket"


Two hands, on the basket you silly rabbit
Dig your casket, wearing your gasket
Mast it, holding your mask set
Dark faces come in, and I shout, take it

Identified hides, hide in their eyes to be
Silly minds tell lies, as they are the ones to see
Tuff dogs barking, with a howling grimace
Twisted banter in coils, fright in the face of Mr. Rictus

Blackened secrets sleep, with hope of a dream
Deracinated at gun point
Plucked from the air, a stitch in the side you anoint
Whining eyes lay, on the hip of your disappointment

Lying there, sliding hidden cards onto the table
I have helped to grow the mice, that chew on my cable
Apt minds quip, with a slow attack
With a rat-a-tat-tat

Please just say what you say
And get it over with
I have dreams to cash in
As soon as I paint, on old Tom's fence here

Carry me like mother
Onto your golden, rotten fields
Preach me lessons that will sill the deal
I lay in your lap
And listen to stories of how I should kneel

I'm so excited
You don't even know
Sing choir! Sing
But you don't get paid, to run this show

Like potent notions of danger
Your eyes flair, with seeds from a manger
That fall like cradles
From my stones, of like a ranger

Hiding under the shade, casted from your Queen of Hearts
When I am an Ace of Spades, and am full of lard
Greasy hair stands down, and shines light on the lies
Of the farmer's goat, that keeps 'round the flies

Serene hands, pat my back
And others, hold knives
Making up, for what they lack
Attention hooters, blinded by their lies, and their big mac

Gloated heads fill the beds, of broken tragedy
Musky heaps lay on the floor, dead as you could be
Powdery fingers, whisk their noses at me
Shouting antics, something about a free spree

And I just shouted enough, until they looked at me
I was happy enough, but still not about my history
Foreign is different enough, but you keep stilling their luxury
So I shoot down your constant news reports
Of how you cheated a man, out of his old consortia
 
I be how we be, let's be us over there, babbling about something
About someone giving you, some sort of disrespectful stare
Care about my wear, it be so shining
As they bling'd their watch, with such daring lining

Please just stop talking, you rabbity bitch
And clean the floors, with your teeth in pinch
Rusty tiles fall from the sky, and chain down your last wish for a lie
When I cast away, your first spray
When you boast so coldly...
"Hey!" and not a so nicely put, "Goodbye."











Fucking master piece! Yess!, BIATCH!!!|||///\\\>>>===----...lawl.
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Forever on go could I.                        ---> Part of next poem.

I CLAIM ALL RIGHTS TO TAYLOR TRAVIS INC, TO "I COULD GO ON FOREVER." (Hell...all of it actually.) If it becomes the next phase...it will be Credited to me...Taylor Travis. :D

Please Leave Thoughts! Love you guys.

P.S.

Just be you. Just be...You. That's all anyone can ask from you. So respect them, love them...at least, for that. Don't preach with dwindling need of praise. Just go with it. So don't grab what you can't carry. Just be real. Be regular...non-crazy humans. Done and done.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Paradigm.




Crossfade - The Unknown, Lyrics here: http://www.lyrics007.com/Crossfade%20Lyrics/The%20Unknown%20Lyrics.html

"Paradigm"

Paradigm,
Lay it out for me please...
I am in need.
Plant your seed,
In my head.
In my heart.
Lay my stars,
Upon your chart.

Oh The Great I Am,
Big Brother, Uncle Sam,
Brahman, Sandman,
Please...
Lay my plan.

Inducting,
A man.
Through my inductive reasoning,
Let me paint you a picture...
He who stands.
He who sits,
Who flies,
Who tells no lies...

Introducing...
My spirit.
Who rises,
Who raises,
Who soars,
Who floats,
Who never gloats.
Let me establish...
My world view.
Let me, tell you...
Here,
Let me give you a clue.

Let me familiarize you...
With my book.
So you can learn,
About me.
It's as clear as linear continuums,
It's as simple as can be.

My proof,
Of theory...
Lies,
Here.
Let me be your seer.

You are ignorant,
Until now...
Without me,
You couldn't see without this cowl,
My blanket,
But please don't yank it...
It's these threads
They just can't take it

Be easy, be gentle.
Don't question...
It's softness.
Let it take you aloft,
Let it clear your nose,
When you have to cough.

Be mystified with its greatness,
With its conflation.
Bury yourself...
Beneath it.
Let it swallow,
Your being,
Your soul.

Let me be your all,
Let me solve...
Your problems,
With my grand knowledge,
And understanding.
Trust me...
My research is without stranding.
I am Holy, as holy as One can be.

My word,
Has no holes.
I am perfect...
In every way.
So don't stand,
In my way.
Don't fight...
Just let me be,
Let me...
Make you see.

Believe,
In my say.
Bathe in my blood,
My protection,
That comes from my gray,
Thorns, that lay,
On my head.

Let me set you upon my shoulders...
As high as you can be me.
But remember,
You are nothing,
Nothing without me.
You don't wear the crown,
So now bow down.
Don't make me plea...
That is your job.

My home,
Of riches...
Is where you want to be.
Reality is split in half,
So test yourselves, on my earth,
And we will see,
If you are worthy,
Worthy of me.

Do not be tricked...
By those other,
Golden calves.
For no one,
Can give you what I have.
I can give you wealth,
Beyond your wildest dreams.
Ones that include...
Spending time,
With me.

Let us break bread,
And pass cod...
Lord knows,
You are hungry for more.
I can cure your blindness,
As long as you make me your Highness.

You don't need anything,
More than me.
So be happy.
JUST BELIEVE!!!
Just do good deeds.
And you will be freed.
Heed to my words,
Feed...
Agree...
And all will be well,
With me.
This is my decree.

Pick me,
Or I'll lay you across my knee...
Slap your wrist,
With my chains,
And send you to Hell.
So please hear,
My well sold tale.

Or your soul is sent,
To a stranger, my brother...
A fallen angel.
The devil...
Me or Him,
You must choose...
But through me you win,
And through Him...
You Lose.

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Just want to say...I'm not an atheist. I am saying though...know your religion, be open-minded...and to not fall to twisted banter.


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

"Glass"




Linkin Park - Faint, Lyrics here: http://www.lyrics007.com/Linkin%20Park%20Lyrics/Faint%20Lyrics.html


"Glass"

Who are you to spit at my fire?
You think I am not important,
Because I only whisper...

Oh please tell me, oh great one,
Tell me ---
What did I forget?
See me,
Teach me, preach me,
Sell me,
Pocket me.

Raise your glass,
Keep on your mask...
Command attention,
With a note worthy of mention,
Spit it, as you wreak.
Breathing it in,
You smell reek.

I have my mirror.
I think I'll be okay.
Save your spray,
I have no whores to pay.

I know your name,
And how you are,
How you be...
Bitch, don't lie to me.
Do not bathe, in what you did not pour,
Do not bathe, with dwindling candles in hand.

I have my glasses...
I think I'll be okay.
Save your rays,
I have no shame.

Oh please tell me, oh great one,
Tell me ---
What did I forget?
See me,
Teach me, preach me,
Sell me,
Pocket me.

I have my scope...
I think I'll be okay.
Save your antics,
I have no choir to pay.

Self-important teachers, teach...
About voids in space,
And how they pace.
Growing louder by dimension...
They suck off, the tiniest of stars.
Lying in space,
Headed, to break the day.

Who are you spit in my flame?
You trying to blow me out, too?
Because I flicker...

When I just want to see you on your knees,
Head in your hands...
Crying your eyes out,
Begging for forgiveness.
Why would I want to hear, "I'm sorry."...

I have my glass...
I think I'll be okay.
Save your tears,
I make no waves.

Only my harsh whispers,
Haunt you,
As ghosts.
...and to that ---
I raise my glass.
And say,
A prayer.
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Ohmygoodness...so much behind this one.
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