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    • Name: Ivan
    • Country: United States
    • State: California
    • Birthday: 10/1/1987
    • Gender: Male
    • Member Since: 12/11/2003

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Sunday, April 06, 2008

  • Invierno

    I.-Ampule

    I saw a euphimism for a face with aging teeth and a restrained smile
    An oversized shawl that drapes over the melodramatic hordes
    A surging chaos crippled by its fear, and all the denial that pain affords

    Then just like the crashing of waves an upheaval of pain
    and akward comforts aside there is nothing to gain.

    Sometimes I wonder what eyes I see
    A reflection, a lie, or is there glass inbetween

    Yet I still could always swear I'm only trying to stop the bleeding
    but i still may never care

    Somehow luckily my heads still out of the water
    and I can breath these "at least" hopes
    With a reinforced will of sorts,
    Somehow theres always just enough light to stay awake,
    Fuller breaths, and simple laughter,
    It can make me forget.


    II.-Relax

    Shine....

    equilibrium,

    a treasure in a disappointment

        
     III.-Insight

    .....disassociated, what is this isolated fear?...
    a replacement, are we boiling in the same stew?

    deceitful or flawed, it all lies in grey space
    biding time blindly by the whims of an ocean

    Save some face, what a shame

    .
    Who's the one that truly is oblivious?
     

    IV.-Evoke

    An allure misused runs out of breath
    The second siren now I will ignore
    Sway my sight away, the words exist no more

    by my whim you are personified in penciled tongues,
    but no more.
    Somewhere inbetween... your counterfeit treasures will be forgotten


    V.-Carbon Laughter

    Despite it all I can't stop the laughter inside, what does it mean?

    I have an idea....

    I hate it I love it I lose

    its a carbon copy of pain

    just another disguise, with any hope it will lead me to digust

    halfway there

    Ive seen the selfish wither and die

    False flatteries I never spoke

    they will lead me there

    There is no hope for you



                   -Xul- 2008



Saturday, April 05, 2008

  • Laughter

    Despite it all I can't stop the laughter inside, what does it mean?

    I have an idea....

    I hate it I love it I lose

    its a carbon copy of pain

    just another disguise, with any hope it will lead me to digust

    halfway there

    Ive seen the selfish wither and die

    False flatteries I never spoke

    they will lead me there

Monday, March 31, 2008

  • Mitigation

    -An infinity of vasts accounts to share
    Be it in silence or a portrait of repenting words,
    Among the midsts a spectacle all for you
    (Does your memory serve you well?)

    -Mine does and I remember the funny games
    Tamed to the truth with a smile on my face

    -How did she know? "Its the smile,.." she told me.
    And twin raindrops fell, I do recall.

    -Jesting analysis and forceful redemption of a ruined soul.
    Its why you have my grace. I do recall.

    -Would you absolve?


Saturday, March 29, 2008

  • IM XUL BITCH

    Who's the one that truly is oblivious, .....



    Hope is Cold

    Such a cold place for supposed comfort
    The sterile stench of  the hope they sell
    That tantalizing hope they can never touch
    Such a cold place, it might as well be hell

    I hear prayers and cries of anguish, grief as well
    Faces fade but are soon replaced, a new chapter to read
    There is laughter too but seldom does it ring out loud
    And ill forever find it funny that malady is cured by greed

    And what of the keepers and watchers through every passing day
    Seeming so careless with their bellies full of apathy?
    They know that hope is cold, but Ill spare them their inquisitions
    .. after all they are not to blame, it is all nothing if not the best we could do



Sunday, March 16, 2008

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  • Grief and laughter have too much in common, where is the line,.. there is none, there is no line