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blind_poet05
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Name: vindicated, i am selfish,
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: Wichita
Gender: Male
Interests: i stand in order to be watched. another misfit mind in a paved perfect world, where hearts hang from trees as the guilty men should and rainbows are turned to rain clouds by a stare from our eyes..
all i can hope for is a push to open these doors, maybe even the mice can stand up but it takes more just to humble pride
silence has becom our best subject and security is only found outside of our skin. and now when muse is pushing up daisies. i cant take this burden anymore.
we can all taste the grime of our actions. we all do have conscience, but now that there is a bare image of what we are supposed to become, we too have stood in our gap and let the concrete of overwriting, overwhelming identity crisis stab us in our backs..
Expertise: trying too hard to fly, just to fall harder when i fail
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Member Since:
5/3/2005
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| stems of the ones who have fallen (dried leaves draw kings)
washed up slayer blowing kisses from the clouds
i walk my printless path, im another tattere tree built for tearing down
my dreams are feeling real or maybe whats real is fake, i cant contrast
i know that i am spinning shacklessly into a rut that will keep me till my last
merry-go-round of pouring grace, give me back my once kept place
i wish i only gave my lines to you, but my count says im one past my cerfue
heres another flag for us to show our colors by
id hate to be impossible, i can not be impossible
this is just an ache, a threat..
flaws of the eardrums lead us to our own parenoia
can we cast ourselves, our souls, away into the conspiracy of fatility
maybe my questions are too big for my mind, my selfish songs
can i, us, we prove to you. them, they?
journies of men and beasts have led us along
you stand so perfectly beautiful right in front of me but in a paer airplane you fly away
but i ask my self, i ask myself to quit.. i ask myself to put it off.
but the eyes that prove me wrong are all i need to see
to be able to make a progressional stand so i can make things the right way
what depth has caought onto my throat enough to stop my voice
the sweetness of you lips can cause the best of me to not make the best choices
tender word invade the parched side-effects of my so badly chosen decisions
but you let me know that the cliches are useless; and now i am used to this
so you can take my lyrics and my heart, and ill take my intermission
mistaken souls become the victims to my murders..
all this time you were calling but i never took the time to try to hear
it turns out that your leaving this morning
another jet plane turns into another one of my lanes
so long to our fairy tell story
another forfeited game turns into another one of my gains
turning titled i throw my tantrum becuase of those knives you sy they ruin
i will note those angelic days you the angel flew in
mohers of monsters cover your heads, another emotion snaps by its thread
conforming is rebeling and like the weather you re-arranged everything i said
we ran so proudly like the horses of power and dignity do
but now i reach out my hand but there is no you
reign of the kings who lied through their honesty
bite the curb as the untruthful bite poverty
im the famine of the extravagant flaw that i have clense my dirty hands with
a flesh and bone structure and untesil of the one who stands above this city
our glare of the mirror fights with us.. we are not one we are two
we created this memory of fate because we took each other almost by straight shot pity.
a conclusion in a box in a rose in a thorn
i couldve have changed this and i tried. i swear.
i will think of the simpist type of spoils
and i know the wont satisfy me because i am the arrogant one
and all these messing withs and choices are made of nothing and they still hurt
how could me, the one who tries, make such a jumble of memories that haunt
outline my brain and tell me my disease is
i am the bi-polar hearted, the twisted unreadable font
my doubt has shined my eyes over into a glaze of a mass of mature manufactured tool
but i still know your name. and i still know you
and no addiction, no words, no one, no attitude can take that away from me
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| { amare est cadere, a poem inspired by many shakespeare plays/monologues..
bargain for the deal that you have forsaken
potential kills as so the dime falls short
existance is a state of mind
you can not lose what you have yet to find
time jumps into slots, as the slots urge into breaks
feel the shaking so towering yet so juvenile pride fall, fall till it hits its own mark.
you yell at the wounds in your head as they contract into murmurs of judgement
yell into the sea as the traitors and the murderers instructed
a slayer of the bain throw his hands as they slash the air
my face crawls into my hood for i have to live there
needles of plagues grasp the dawning draining sport of taming
trip on my own tongue so you will decide your face of choice
leave the words, words are a distraction
leave the numbers, the numbers are temporary.
choke on your need as it pulls you to your very so deep discharged descend
i cannot wait to get out of my so far fluttered pretend
i am never the cornered one in this epic dilemma
standing in my hands lives the key to this stamina
stitch this cut, this rope tied heart of tears.
our names glow in blood as so does our glimspe of a life
who am i to write my fears, my life, my passion
swallowing certain complicatoins as so does my mind
war and peace its all the same.. we live to fight and we fight to live..
i wash my worn wired hands in the same soiled water as you
yet battles of desire and lust still are fought and our sin is our weight, our weapon
muscles ache from the twitching of the pressure
constricted thus so to let off the liesure
leashes of limber loiters, dodge this fretting
for within these walls of clashing races and reasons
the bland of mixture hince enters into our so baricaded barrier
and now tone for tone; the pitches ring out into our ears
fufilling fortitude, firing up into the pipes, bursts out into a concord of stability
the drums sound there beat, one...then two
the strings make their graceful approach as if they were a dancer
throw away the inpurities of the malice
what more beauty is there then in the harmony of the perfect sound
more so. music..what more beauty is there?
there is none..
as to then, let us be music.
mark the music**
- blind_poet05
** from Merchant of Venice "mark the music" phrase by the poem master himself, William Shakespeare
the hark of dawn closes to tell that perfection only comes in rags
laws of countless casscading critics
they so blanken the page of white therefore that men can see
they would so underline thought, so you vould cease the conception of idea
i want to show you my way because i hate all of yours
jealousy in rapid and coveting is useful
did i not come to feel? is this your question...
how do i know that you are really reliable, really true
my honesty is my only stronghold and it very well should be ruined
i am done with the concord of writing.. but yet i feel this way,,
does our family, our world... are we really depressed?
i am a actor, just another frequent fake
but these words are so printed in that i have them memorized..
yea i do feel like i am just another face in a crowd as so you have all said once..
but this is not it and there is more of this to summarize.
you all did live once and your racks now hold no memmories
now it is time to take for granted our families?
this is what i read so often, our borthers cutting their wrists, sisters trying to starve themselves
because of their brothers..
listen to this if you lisen to anything.. you were all once perfect, innocent and just without vengeance..
and i apologize for not letting a pause come..
i am a man, a boy as i have told you. normal to a limit but perfect to another..
i could stand up for once.. i could tell you what i see as wisedom
and i am sorry, but i shouldnt have to be
because all i want for christmas is for all of you to have your freedom..
-|Blind| |Poet| {05} | | |
| this is kinda inspired by a chevelle song and also by underoath..
supremacy of our adversary:
confidence, its all you had in me
maybe i could change, but now the status quo has gone
as you glance, i see the the reflection, of the blow that you have taken
but you have gone, as with the crowd,
im wishing more than i ever have
dig the grave, lay the coffin
whats the point of your suffering, if you deleberately leave
why should i let this heart of mine soften
my lungs compact, breathing in fast
threads of life slowly break
leaving scars, stealing the the conclusion
i am the cliff hanging impersonater
my head is lost in this so dense illusion
heavy fog, i run through
everything stands parallel to you
hear the horns as they blow their strain
friction sparks at its own game
jump to your chapter as you are so anxious
take up your cup for this is for you
cheers to the roof tops we shattered with lies
now their bells are ringing for us to come through
caving in, collasping out
my eyes close in hope of breath
step into the breeze on this cold night
you can hate me but you cant hate life
and if its ok with you, im ready to go home
im ready to go home.. | | |
| privacy is only as good as the lock that keeps it:
anthems are running free
as pacts and promises so practically release
and i need you just like a storm
the great thing is that you need me
and i know that this is just the punchline
but i know that your just waiting for your "alone" time
but ill let you go again..
ill let you go again..
finger nails are tearing the ground
every inch of me comes to be so hollow
i wear a crown on my head
but the reasons are to hard to swallow
so finish the criticizing, and move on
as your minute of fraudity is finally closing
i am your lack of pushing grace
what are you but what they are diagnosing
the inspiratoin finds its way out, leaks to the ground
as the screaming mob begins its uproar
smiles are fake as so are the laughs
we are a leaking sea of faces and masks
i am the hypocrite but i am the truth
never speeding up but slowing down
bluffing our way in so we can stand out
throw off the iniquity and put the rest to shame
never to leave anyone without your constant blame
drying drying the words are drying
the complexity is bitter
the taste is leaving
the comprehension is ridiculed
can you discern or are you guessing
taking a path that you know you dont know
you are chronic. you are obsesseing
consuming in passion but quaking in fear
i wear the tears so i can regain myself
for i am immuned to being invincible
torn into my own violence, you give me principles
i am selcted just to be left out
now im believing, what you made me doubt
scattering the seeds that my brother left behind
never to look up until the executioner's orders are over
close my eyes , ill hope for breath
cut my sins in my face, but i still willl be left undiscovered
brutal blisters are callused into rock
the immaturity of actoins brings you to your stop
so this is what the call perfection
the maze and phase of your direction
i am the salesman of this risk
another supporter to be sucessfully missed
curses and prayers flow out of my same mouth
i will take the jump and let the river let me out
am i more that what you expected
printed on the lines of the one you respected
this time , i wont let you in
i cant save you from your sin
-blind_poet05
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| this is for all those 'friends' you have, the ones that you hide behind, the ones you love to hate but hate to love.. their
shadow is your home.. but that isnt what you want, its what they want.. everybody has one of these friends, and if not, you have it easy..
shivers of the stones::
forget all this mess that slips out of my hand
slight of movement then here comes the end
my antidote is my disease
the death of you is the birth of me
you shadows outline the golden truth in me
i am your puppet but i am your enemy
cry over me but i am a nothing
desired by the dirt, deprived of everything
the anti-optimistic threshold i cross into
its the confidence of your simple feud
sometimes i wish escaping was easier
sometimes i wish i could be the winner
but sometimes never come, as nor do i
am i understood as the flaw in your eyes
i am camouflaged in you fragrance so well
you wouldnt know i was here if i didnt give you hell
trace my foot prints back to my home
this is no place for some one to be alone
i am the substance that fits too in too much
not left out but included for such
your threats and doubts just drag me more
i save your life but in return you hate me more than before
cease your own eyes, they deserve to be ripped out
your tongue so peorcing that you dont need to shout
i want to be alone but i cant stand the isolation
am i just a blink in strobe of generation
i can use big words but would you listen
kill the nauseation by watching the tension
i will not alter your choice of lessons
when it comes to impacting i am not the best protection
give up your ignorance but yet i like to see you suffer
everytime you fall i get stronger
i care about you in a way that i dont care
when you are at your worst i cant help but stare
im sorry for my insincerity but you are lost
i will be honest, i had my fingers crossed
ill take one last chance to see if this will be all right
but it doesnt matter anyways, ill forget it by the end of tonight
-blind_poet05
please dont take this in offense.. i am a christian.. and sometimes dont deserve to be.. this poem is about my belief..
dreams of halo's::
never say goodbye until the curtaind fall
never giv out your hello until you have seen it all
you say you understand but do you really have a clue?
i wish that when i said things they really did matter to you
my words are becoming a stale mate to what this world wants
do you want my will or my death wishes?
my desperation, my crying at night
my lovers, my friends
no..
i am not... not to be bargained for
and one day i swear that i will spread my wings and i am going to soar..
i will leave this battle field of men and earth
i will rise to a new level, a level to which i dont deserve
the streets there will be paved with the mos beautiful gold
the clouds will be our beds and i will be only but a soul
our master will treat us like masters, like angels, like kings
we will all crowd together and tell stories about you and me
there will be no end, and forever we will celebrate
looking back at our lives and hearing our God say "you did great"
"well done good and faithful servant" he may tell whisper
"you have done well with your life, now you may go, and prosper"
we will dance in his courts and in his gardens sing
but util then i will wait here.. and let my bell ring.
let them know that i am here to help them
i can show them the way, im not here to leave them
i will wait until it is time to for us to see our lord
but i know , yeah i swear one day i am going to soar.. | | |
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