Blindraven

Gossip.

2007-10-21T15:06:00.000-07:00

Oh, here's to the workers who work with a will,
Today and tomorrow who never are still;
Who keep pegging on though the scoffers deride,
Who smile through the tears they endeavor to hide,
The salt of the earth are such people as they,
For the work that they do will not die in a day.

Today they are working and as we pass by,
We give scarcely thought enough to ask why,
While jealous betrayers, malign and traduce
And shout from the housetops: "Twill be of no use;"
But oh! on tomorrow when reason is clear
The thoughts we now spurn will be sacred and dear.

The gossips delight to quote somebody's word,
Somebody said it so somebody heard;
But when you hunt for the facts 'twill be found
It s the wish of the fellow that peddles it round.
Vain silly gossipers, why do you sow
Thistles and thorns where the roses would grow?

Oh where is the grave of the gossip today,
The backbiting gossip who friends did betray,
Whose heart was all malice, who lived but to jeer,
Will some one please point out his monument here?
Oh gossip and jeerer few tears o'er thy clay,
Will ever be shed when we lay thee away,

Oh children of men be ye broadgauged and pure,
Learn to pity the weak and their frailties endure.
Let your love for your brothers, who dwell here below,
Grow stronger and deeper as onward you go.
And from hearts that feel your sympathy here,
The sweet flowers of friendship and love will appear.

Rain

2007-02-25T16:00:00.005-08:00

Rain

A tear of dew rolls off a leaf and shimmers in its fall,
In mid air it screams “despair” and wages earth a war,
It hits the ground and makes a pound that none could ever hear,
And then it dies, but no one cries and seldom less appear.
The sky begat a diamond child that fell on to a leaf,
It often does, when earth is cruel - it curdles up and weeps,
But all the tears that live their life are short and yet abound,
And on they hurl, they shimmer , swirl, and die upon the ground

What life is so important that we oft neglect reflect,
To think about the seed of life that keeps us out of heck,
What life is longer lasting than a single bead of rain,
Perception is your fault but oft you supersede in vein.

People

2007-02-25T16:00:00.003-08:00

People.

People drive me crazy,
People drive me sane,
People full of maybe’s,
People full of pain.

People full of envy,
People like to lie,
People like to hate me,
People wonder why.

People make you absent,
People make you there,
People make you distant,
People pull and tear.

People make you praise them,
People make you scream,
People make you fortified,
People make you seen.

People make and break us,
People break the broke,
People like to sucker you,
People like to poke.

People can you see me?
People can you hear?
People – that I’m different!
People - so you fear!

People are you jealous?
People are you glad?
That all you fucking are is just to salvage what you can.

People – just formalities,
People – just a speck,
People – just a subtlety,
People – made of heck.

Steam

2007-02-25T16:00:00.001-08:00

Steam.

Faithless,
Summoned,
Mindless,
Hollow,
Raging,
Colours,
How to follow.

Deeper,
Darker,
Dream embarker.

Sexy,
Lusting,
Sweating,
Puffing,
Mistress,
Take me,
All or nothing.

Leather,
Latex,
Lacy black,
Changing,
Turning,
Take me back.

Echoes,
Distance,
Damage,
Done.

Naked,
Savage,
Bleeding,
Fun.

Nails,
Flesh,
Screams,
Breath,
painful,
Probing,
Fucking,
Sex.

Feeble

2007-02-25T15:53:00.002-08:00

Feeble.

Feeble hands,
Never land,
Sifting through the sands.

Gumming brick,
Bleeding quick,
How to make a plan.

Gonna slide,
Try abide,
What you know is wrong.

Sniffing grit,
Feel its prick,
Never did belong.

Fallacy

2007-02-25T15:53:00.001-08:00

Fallacy

I look and see the misery you people try to hide,
I touch and feel the blasphemy you cover up with lies,
I breath and bleed the heresy you beat in to my head,
I fight - repel your fallacy and all that has been said.

With fists of broken arguments where many people learnt,
With heart of broken promises where many people burnt,
With mind of broken supplement that many call absurd,
With life of broken anything when I only seem to hurt.

Fiction Overdue

2007-02-25T15:47:00.001-08:00

Fiction Overdue.

A man in white once beckoned me and said there’s little time,
A man in blue once threatened me and called my mind a crime,
A man in black once looked at me and snickered through his teeth,
A man in all these things above has now become of me.

A life of knives and silent cries - a life we all dismiss,
A life of try’s and blinded eyes - a life devoid of bliss,
A life of RAGE because the page was never turned or touched,
A life that seldom had a chance before it got too much.

Where is all your dignity when all your worth is gone,
Why is all your biggery so full of spite and scorn,
Which one of you can look at me and speak your utter mind,
Which one of you can fucking breath without a bitter lie.

Are you alive or breathing and mistaking air for life,
Are you depressed and leaving all your quality’s behind,
Are you relaxed and ignorant to what you need to do,
Are you a mote of worth or just a fiction overdue?

A brielf and brittle note

2007-02-25T15:44:00.001-08:00

A brielf and brittle note

A captivating breeze amongst a burning river bed,
a will to choke upon the rays of all that lies ahead.
stop and don’t confuse me now - for I am all the will,
not only to continue here but make the rush the still.

Don’t let me drain or cause you pain,
Don’t let me make you want,
Control the sky’s of which the rain émpour - the souls le´mont.

Scream upon another breath- -another raging foe,
Off and on, Pre-empted death - - and all to feed the glow.

Sickness sets and all the lets have long become a must,
dabbling in the morbid baths of black - another puff.

Time has come to pardon me - my presence as it were,
to let the toll of leisure fault - to serve my anti-birth.
To take me back to void again - before I ever was,
unto the darkened limbo of the nullifiers fog.

Pills

2007-02-25T15:41:00.000-08:00

Pills

twilight mourns of ecstacy,fever dorn's its prey.
flashing strobe serenity,awake and scared to fade.
consumption of devices - ill,likely to be short.
Euphoric madness, blinding -pills,cause life is just to short.

Plee!

2007-02-25T15:40:00.000-08:00

So what!, I plee,tis only me!,if it became a chore?
Do not!, she cryed,My wish abide!,My love forever more!
Denie, I must,The drug entrust,Decisions made to free.
And Leave, you will.My life, my quill,The word - My only glee.

Abode'n' Yonder

2007-02-25T15:38:00.001-08:00

I confide and of't abide, to hide, thine humble home, mine everest nigh.
What folly and what foe, beyond, beneath the bright'n'icky sky.
For' ere the lad or lass there be - of same or less of sanity,
But' ere the ill of mass -a fee - then 'ence the sweet of vanity.

A gloat upon a sinking boat.

2007-02-25T15:36:00.000-08:00

I try to be a man of oath,
I try to reason true.
I try to be a man of code,
I try to see things through.

I try to be a man of will,
I try to set it straight.
I try to be proactive - still,
I try to demonstrate.

I try, and its not good enough,
I might, and might have not.
I will, but seldom willing - tough,
I least the bid forgot.

I should, but never did - and worse,
I knew the path to take.
I climb on down and lift - the hurst,
Of knowing my mistakes.

I know the fault amidst my ways,
But yet i still persist.
I suffer from my own relays,
I aim - and yet i miss.

So why, i ask, and when, i stew, will i melee the foe,
And can, i dread, pretend, i said, to see a little hope.

You cant portray a figure for the right upon the wrong,
You cant enslave a servant who has lost the will for on.
You can not brake the broken and you can not bleed the bled,
You can not mute the spoken or the thoughts they of't embed.

I curse my mind, in all its grime, in all its foul and slime,
in all its waste, its feeble taste, in all its waste of time.

I curse my weak, in all its meak, in all its passive leak,
of all its utter lack, the slack - the dormat of its peak.

I curse my lacking everything - my contribution none,
my person void of offering - the simple light of sun.

And so proceeds are cursed, rehearsed, ambitioned for the fault,
A minus - plus, devoid of fuss, expecting life to halt.
Perhaps a sorry way to see the fore - for what its worth,
But that of course, belates the choice, of mine - recall and hearth.

So lay your claim to fame in pills and status - jealousy,
And ill lay mine to cunning, brains, and craft in poetry.

Mingle

2007-02-25T15:02:00.000-08:00

Tremors of vigorous convulsions, shaking, impacting all around.
Treacherous people, biting, snaking, plotting against my crown.
With a sceptre I will smite them not, with words and poison lisp,
Seeping leaks of maddened freaks and broken backs ‘n fists.

Take me on, you Scum of earth, throw forward your very best,
With your face ill make a brake, and with your features make a mess.

Angry have I become, from YOU, the very devils scorn,
From the lies and glutinous thievery of the heart I had en-thorned.

Simmer down you petty fool, slither up the creek,
You whore of all the years, you fake, entwisted weasel meek.
Subtle, me? never see! Ill make it well and known,
Instigating, perpetrating, angst will not be thrown.

So scurry of you sewer rat and catch a nasty ill,
Nibble on the toes of damned, the weak become your meal.
Your peasantry and shallow thoughts of what you make ideal,
Your little hints of misery and poultry tastes of real.

Look at me, no really do, take a second look,
Am I really all that is said of me, the Jekyll in the nook,
Or have I simply had it worse, I lacked a silver spoon,
The one you have jammed down your throat, your birth, and from its noon.

Don’t Evan try to make a mend, your bitter work is done,
Your sloppy fucking hopelessness of nothing, you’ve become.

Choke for me you piggish dog, you dripping maggot corpse,
Let me storm all over you, the knight amongst his horse.

Blind in to the world I am, if your perceptions clear,
Nothings fucking easy ,ever, - clearly no idea.

Shallow statements, of what you think, of all I know is wrong,
The bastard comments, I swallow, prick, doesn’t last for long.

Suffering fools of lasting presence, of single serving hope,
The single pleasures of flattery and the sweat of the elope.

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2007-02-17T03:35:00.000-08:00

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2005-08-28T05:12:00.000-07:00

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