Thursday, November 19, 2009

I Can't Look at Photographs Anymore and it's Your Fault

Don't tell me you're frozen
Move for me, but please don't leave
I don't take photographs for granted
I just think you're not as photogenic as you think

You're smiling for the camera
I wish you were smiling here, still
You look so fake I just can't stand it
You're more real in person than you are on film

It's made me hate the pictures
taped up and framed on all my walls
Why do I have them in the first place?
They're just reminders and excuses for all my falls

So don't tell me you're frozen
Jump out of the picture, talk to me
I don't take photographs for granted
I had just hoped in vain that you'd never leave me.

Broken Alive by the Common Beast

I try to fight but I am weak
I try to yell but I can't speak
it's a safe-house that I seek
when it's hunger is at it's peak

From the pits of Hell it comes
'I want you Broken' I hear it hums
It's chest lacks the beating sound of drums
While my heart too, it nearly numbs

And my fingers start to shake
if only more time I could make
I beg 'Don't destroy me for God's sake!'
but it's my soul it wants to take

it's victims broken, they confide,
they are immobile, they didn't hide
and they're still hanging on for the ride
I could not save them, though I tried

No where on Earth is there a place
where I would never see it's face
it can now too easily keep pace
I think I'm through running this race

And after all my pain and strife
it comes and stabs me with a knife
I cannot go back to my life
Yet the regrets I have they are not rife

This rabid Beast that I speak of
it's disguise is like a dove
but don't believe it's from above
this savage monster we call Love

Friday, November 6, 2009

The Pearl Thief

How I want to speak loud, to be honest and proud
but my voice has less substance than that of a cloud
Believe me I'd tell you, if I only had your ear
I'd end the curse that befell you, if only you could hear

My pleads, my cries, whatever I do,
are all lost in the winds, they never reach you
Your will is strong, my words are weak
I'm mute when I try and say "I know what you seek"

You glide and swirl, all over the world
looking for your most sacred pearl
Listen to me: end your unavailing quest
I know where your pearl is, I admit it's I that knows best

I want to repent, after all the time you've spent
searching for your pearl, such harm I never meant.
A man's most valuable treasure, that's the pearl that I claim
it's your heart that you measure, though Pearl Thief is my name

Lost and empty, you're a cloud roaming the world
still searching for your most precious pearl
Always you look, if only you knew
it was I that took your pearly heart from you

Monday, November 2, 2009

The Skeletons in My Closet Are Braver Than Me

if my closet could speak
oh the things it would say
all my secrets revealed,
all my misdeeds explained

would my closet be granted
a mouth to make human sounds
the words could condemn,
my sentence would be profound

if my closet had audience
it's door opened to all
my failures, an exhibit,
skeletons hang from its walls

if it gained judges' ears
the verdict would not be delayed
if skeletons' jargon were made clear,
my fate would seal, I'm afraid.

if my skeletons escaped
havoc would toy with my mind
my sub-conscious raped,
never peace would I find

but my closet is shut
hid where no one can find
and I just don't have the gut
to let you trespass in my mind