My Way.

"My life will not be complete until all rendemption is served and served well."
(Katherine Angelle)

"Sigh"...

Passion dies quickly in the weak of heart....new, discovered feelings a mist in the distance..as the coward runs from his happiness...his destiny. Left is a dreamer with hands empty, a weary heart and a spirit adrift back in the darkness, forever remembering the hope that almost was...

The final Moment

...wounded, near death...carry on, fight...never let them see weakness, follow your heart forever forward, victory is your undaunted spirit your soaring soul, that soars high above all the stench and ugliness.....the darkness comes and no fear felt...joy and revelation of the days end...peace, final thoughts of compassion and love engulf your thoughts as you circum to your earthly wounds and are released unto the Heavens...nevermore to know pain or weary sadness........

How Do You Know You Rock.?

Wanna-be's, slackers, half-assers and wish I - want to's have no clue what it means to "rock', they think they do, but clueless, none-the-less. Rock isn't something you "do", it's who you are......what you believe.....the colors of your soul and how they react to your music. Pathetic things like what you wear, who you know, what you look like..............what you listen to...they don't matter, that's only the plastic cover on the album......it's what is in the inside...the very heartbeat that brings the rocker's spirit to life. Shards of metal flow threw your veins as you eat, drink....sleep rock, you fuq it in the morning and you fuq it at night, you daydream Zepp to chill and you speed Deth to rage. Your best friends are named, Halen, Lemmy, Angus, Ozzy and Zombie and your heroes are lost legends passed down on '45's that you treasure more than gold. Legends of all music, blues, rock-a-billy, jazz...country....whatever, as long as your soul sings when the music starts, and your spirit soars high in a spiral of vivid colors....you Rock.

A "happy" thought...

.....my fate, i made it in stone, if only i could scale my own fortress and rescue myself......but how? years and years of building it stronger.....deeper..........higher, and don't you dare try to help me you frauds....fake human beings that laugh at my puppet shows. die.......make me happy, smile.....that's all you can do for me. this is my demise, my hell.......go play nice with the other clones i've created while i deal with real life......real demons............and fight to keep them all at bay......so to keep them from your throats at night.

"One of my billions of thoughts."

Sometimes the rancid stench of those, men or women, who seduces themselves in the mirror for hours, spends more time telling you the wonderful things about them, than having a true interest in anything you have to say or think and ohhh, let us not forget those very special ones that actually portray the behavior that you are lucky to know such a wonderful, beautiful...handsome human being as he or she...leads me to the notion that society needs a beautification program.
Ooohhhhhhhhh let us ponder such a joyous gift it would be if just for a few moments we had the power to put these self-pronounced wonderful people in such footsteps as a mother in Africa, dying of Aids, watching her children circum to starvation and disease or a father that is a steel worker, who was just told he was laid-off as he gets a call from home that forclosure papers just came in the mail...I would truly celebrate such revelations in humanity!
Thankfully, I do believe in karma, and those who think more of themselves than others, spoils themselves in their own grandure and gloats in the mirror, loving every moment of their wonderous reflections....please note: there are two sides of every mirror.

Happiness is in the eye of the beholder

Battered, tattered and used, waking up in fear of what you cried the night before, head reeling, nerves shot...wake up and dust off your smile, a lil' rusty from tears and crooked from blows but still a beaming work of art that masterfully fulls all into a sense of contentment and fraudulent ideals of my serinity...bravo ready for another day! Use me, use me, please use me ....wipe your shit on my back, spit in my face...so glorious you know I'm alive, thank you for your kindness, oh i see you there, i'm sorry....i wont tremble, i wont cry.....yes sir-yes ma'am the shadows i'll hide, please, please.....i'm so sorry i breathe and am in your sight kick me if it suites you.......beat me if it brings you a smile...i gladly cry i gladly bleed just know i exsist....sigh, battered, tattered and used to sleep, ahhh, a good day.

Stand straight, head held high

...now stand up straight, head held high...he's always right. No crying you're a big girl it's only some bruises...now stand up straight, head held high. Hurt feelings, broken bones?, your his property...now stand straight, head held high...you dare complain? you dare dispair? your finacial security is assured...now stand up straight, head held high...you are a prize a pretty shadow, feel lucky girl...now stand up straight, head held high...your children cry while you bleed? better hush them quickly and don't make a fuss...now stand up straight, head held high, you are going to kill him you say? your world is no more? make it a clean slice my daughter you see...then stand straight, head held high.

"numbers"

in pain again, 100th time today my heart sighed its sad song as i look into the face of who i hate, all say must love her to love, yet i love everyone but one...me. 101, another beat, another pain of life that i cant cure, that takes my breath and and leaves tears streaming down my already weary face...ohhhh 102 i'd knew you'd come like a stop watch my life starts and stops and is measured by anothers hand not mine, never been mine, run, ruled and owned by mions of Hell, never stopped by scream battle or fear, quest on-quest on 103 with a deep swallow i try to head you off, but fail bleeding as i crawl away i stand strong and heed the way into 104, knowing i'll faulter yet give chance, but yeilded and pain more...105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110..so on, so on and some more.

"Why?"

...why does it hurt? why do i let it hurt? silly, pathetic, yet serious and painful. No one thinks, feels the daggers or bruises from the kick, yet yells the loudest when a mirror flashes their face. only one talks now, but thousands feel, cry...even die, yet laughter is heard in echo and symphony, standing ovations and clapping aloud...why does it hurt? why do i let it hurt? only words in ugliest form, yet bullets astray the storm. darkness can't hide, lightness can't blinde, where to go...where to go. a caraselle of ups and downs...frightened smiles for hidden truths not found. Escape, run...dont look back, yet they bleed, they know...why i hurt, and you know why i let it hurt.