My Art, My Heart
here i post my heart,
my innermost self.
insanity seeps from my pores
as i drink in the disaterous depravity
and deadly despair of life.
Dragon Dance
a dragon rages
ripping souls from men with unquenchable flame
a sword is wrought
in eternal flame
sent from God to remove man's shame
the dragon dances
flaming eyes, burning with glee
ruling the world
til the return of He who sets men free
the dance is long
burning bright
bringing about destruction of man, the end of might
his eyes, so beautiful
the most beautiful being ever created
he thinks he is god
cast out from the throne on high,
to crawl in the dirt, and make men cry
unable to die
he rules for a time, but time is short
he will be cast out again,
but this time, not into the dirt
where souls weep
and there is nashing of teeth
down into the depths of the abyss
the Sword of God will sweep
this evil one who thought he was better than God, on high
down to where men wish, but can never die.
Life Line
a life is like a line
straight, narrow
sometimes wavy
sometimes jagged
when things get out of control
when the line spirals
order is needed
it must be returned
to make the line straight once more
my life, my line
is full of jagged edges
full of waves
they look like hills
but are really valleys
pits of despair
i want my line to be straight once more
order, how can i achieve it?
how can i restore it?
how can i remove the blemishes from this page
on which my line is drawn?
how do i return
to the straight and narrow path?
i want it so much
i must do it alone
i must achieve greatness.
so, what do you do when your every waking moment is spent thinking about dying? how do you stop yourself from giving in to the pain and ending this shitty piece of ... what is bad enough to use to describe this existance that is joking called a life... a rotting pustuous canker on the ass of the dirties whore imaginable on earth? is that bad enough... barely. anyway.... i'm sure my life is not as bad as some people's, but i wish i was better equipped to deal with it. as it stands, i may expire before my poetly account does.
if you know me personally, please do not read the poem "break me" of course, i know that telling you not to makes you want to... but really, just please don't... it's cool for strangers on the internet to see it, but not people i know... anyway, now that your just DYING to read it...
hey look... it's first...
I got married, YAY! Life is so much better, YAY! I don't live with my parents anymore, YAY! I am moving to Washington state... not so YAY... Oh well, I'm not there yet, I'm on the way, and who knows maybe I'll like it. Besides, who ever thought I'd get to go on a cross country trip with a tank full of frogs, two cats in one kennel, a bird, and impatient husband and a load of stuff the military wouldn't move for me; all in a two door GrandAm GT? Life is great.
