Ever Onward

There comes a time in the course of the life of all true supertramps, when one must break free from the cages of living, in their many forms, and be free.

Because I cannot for the life of me understand why the caged bird sings.

Gentle Rhythms And Lost Marbles

The gentle throbbing rhythm,
Of my heartbeat in your ears.
Your eyes, reflected in them
Is my form and all your fears.
The tendrils of your red locks,
Swaying in the wind.
The uselessness of all these clocks,
Born in wake of how our time would end.
So doubletake my dear,  and marvel,
At my heart, my soul, my love,
No longer lost like all our marbles,
My loves are one below and one above .

So take my hand and own me,
With eternity as our goal.
So succintly you have shown me,
What it is to have a soul.

Nothing Rolls Off The Tongue Like The Word Sociopathy

Every day gets longer than the thousands lived before it,  your love is like a drug and my veins are desperate for  it.
You've got me wrapped round your finger, your wish is my will,
Anything you desire, I'll go in for the kill
Your every flaw is poetry, and I can't help but adore it, every second spent in absence is torture, I abbhor it.

I need a slick hearted woman and a hot pair of shades, I need white hot lust that burns, and never fades,
She has the quickest of wits, sharp as a knife in the heart ,
She can build you up stronger, or fucking tear you apart.

And like sweet mother Mary, the wind cries her name,
But she's far from a virgin, and no stranger to the game.

But there's no fun in playing, with those who don't know the rules, though most fake it anyway, disguised as  non chalant fools.

Your love is just like a needle, as it pierces the skin,
So I  press down on the plunger, and  inject your sweet sultry sin.

Haikus With Low IQs

Endlessly they knock,
But I will not answer them.
For I am not here.

I drove to the store,
I did not wear my seatbelt.
I live on the edge.

Haikus are to me,
A cheap way to appear deep,
Without trying hard.

I used to love her,
But my ego got jealous.
Once again just me.

The lies pile up,
And the truth becomes smothered.
Never seeing light.

Quotes I Wrote

- There's no one on earth that likes us, cause there's no one on earth quite like us.

- I think they shortened bicyclist down to calling them cyclists, cause the BI part is implied when someone wears that much spandex.

- Once the past has passed us, the present becomes a present, and the future is now.

A Splinter Of Myself

A splinter of myself

Fitting snug beneath your skin.

The only place I know

That I've been dying to get in.

A quiet fear, an honest hope

The courage to be true

To carry on without the fear

Of not knowing what to do.

Without the bars, without a key

I'm locked up in your eyes.

Free from hurt, complacency

And the fear that I despise.

A distant thought that eats away

Like worms within the grave

To rise above through the grace of love

And be someone you could save.

One Million Apologies

I would have apologized,

A million times

From mute lips to deaf ears.

I would come to find

My peace of mind

Some day throughout the years.

With my knees to my chest

And a heart within my breast

Though it felt as though it could break

I will rise and bear arms,

In the face of fatal harm

To prove how much I can take.

A Better Way To Bleed

Is it love or is it lust?

Is it fun or is it just

A better way to bleed.

Is it real and is it fair?

Is it fake or really there?

This better way to bleed.

A cut above the rest, the wrist

A moment lost, a moment missed,

What a better way to bleed.

Heaven, Hell, And Time Spent Well

I said to Heaven and I said to Hell

Join me, my friends, lets chat for a spell,

Don't dare call me on the lies that I tell,

But I refuse heaven, and I cannot wait for hell

One eye on my back and the other on the floor

Sitting here for hours staring holes into the door

Can't take another second, begging for one more

Ask me, honestly, what I think pride's for

One hand at my side, the other over my eyes,

I never learned to pick on someone else my size

I'm drowning in the whats, whos, wheres, and whys.

But if you'd quit with all the questions, I'd quit with all the lies.

One hand on the good book, confessing all I've done

One eye on my past, and one straight at the sun

The burning and the blinding, self-inflicted just for fun

The bullets that I've dodged and the gambles that I've won

I said to heaven, and to the lake of fire

Eternity in punishment, a constant funeral pyre

Is drastic if a cleanly soul is all that god desires

I'm denying heaven and off to grace the fire

My once-white soul is soiled, in tattered shape indeed

Forgiveness and some common sense are all I seem to need

As naïve as the rest of us, I'm dying to take the lead

I can feel it cutting deep, but I still refuse to bleed

I said to heaven, I remarked to hell

Over a spot of tea, a visit for a spell

When peter sends me down, I'll come wearing bells

In godly celebration of the lies that he tells

Yeah, I rebut to heaven, and argue on with hell

Whether Christ is honesty or just a faerie tale

Either way my faith is sick and growing ever pale

If, god forbid, it's all a test, then I'm positive I've failed

Hesitation

Heavy hands

With the swiftness of nervousness.

Come again

Don't act so fast, this too shall pass.

Come close,

You leave me breathless, choked in distress.

But look into my eyes

If you can't stand to see my face.

Perhaps you'll realize.

I've owned all my mistakes.

Forced to attention,

I hesitate and lack direction.

Forced to acceptance,

I hesitate and lack repentance.

Hungover And Out To Dry

Hung over and out to dry with

A noose I tied myself.

All cut and bandaged up

And placed upon your shelf.

Strung out and across the city

Never felt, never looked so pale

As a scene from an old time movie

Hard driven like a coffin nail.

Can you see right through me

Like a pane of glass.

Can you come right to me?

I am fading fast.

Are you here beside me or standing still?

You know you hypnotize me.

You know your look can kill.

And my skin is cracked,

My skin is bleeding.

There's dirt beneath the nail.

And as they see me, the murder leaves me

To on the light breeze sail.

Don't beseech me, just say you need me

If then true love fails

I'll be hung over and out to dry with

A noose I tied myself.

All cut and bandaged up

And placed upon your shelf.

Strung out and across the city

Never felt, never looked so pale

As a scene from an old time movie

Hard driven like a coffin nail.

My Kind

And here again I sit entwined

Lost in thought with unclear mind

Of words to say so well aligned

You are my love

I am your kind.

Aura, essence, time and space

To push away and to embrace

The ill-advised and in distaste

To worship satin

As I am lace.

To come so close yet fall behind

To taste the fruit not just the rind

The life I lead, as if the blind

You are my love

I am your kind

One Breath Left

It doesn't break my heart

To watch you go

And it's not that hard

To let you know

That I'll play my part

In this little show

Cause it's not that hard

It doesn't break my heart

I should have, would have

Known the difference.

I might have known the taste of truth.

I keep my terms within the simplest.

I give up having nothing to lose.

Your breath, one left,

I'd take it away.

Prideless And Prejudiced

Lying here, broken useless,

In this pile of notes and bruises,

Fighting off this sinking feeling,

That you are not the one.

Bite my nails, and pull my hair out,

Can't stand not talking, you only shout,

And the feeling I foster, now is stealing,

A hope the deed is done.

The eyes flitter and they flutter,

As they roll back into my head.

Words spitter and they sputter,

In their desire to be said.

The impression, I imagine,

Was that of feelings dead.

I can't hear you, though I fear you

Are speaking straight to me.

I follow close and follow through,

And keep close watch on all you do.

Though the sight may send me reeling,

You seem to have great fun.

Choking doubt, and barely breathing,

These bloodless wounds are cold, yet seething.

I hardly bow, for all the kneeling,

Eyes tilted toward the sun.

And I can't hear you, though I fear you

Are speaking straight to me.

A Requiem

These feelings once lost, and these feelings I've found,

I beg you pick up my heart off the cold, dirty ground.

And those ashes to ashes and the dry dusky dust,

Choke the air from my lungs like the thought of their lust.

Now a dream is a dream and so is conciousness too,

But I spy through the haze, a subtle reminder of you.

If my life were a song, it would be played real low,

With violinists and bassists and a choir in tow.

They would strike up a requiem for the whole world to miss,

But I would revel that it's private and proudly own this.

And when the last note was played, and the final words sung,

A few people would sob where the echo had rung.

And as this memory fades toward the back of my mind,

It's a feeling now lost, yet still a feeling to find.

So To Say

If I told you, I simply can't breathe

Then in response, who would you be?

You call it a void, I call it a rift

You say my heart is broke, I think it's ripped

And I love everyone but you at times

Or so you'd say it seems

You tell me that your life is shit

I'd have to say it gleams.

To say I'm on the outside

And to say I'm looking in

Is gross exaggeration

Of the places I have been.

To say that I'm a secret

And to say that it's allowed

Is inconsideration

For the fact that I'm not proud.

The Wicked Never Know

The distance I have traveled,

Like the pages of a book.

A thousand fading memories,

From photographs you took.

A smokey sky within my eyes,

The fires that did burn.

Like ash to ash, dusk to dusk,

The cradle to the urn.

To bite the bullet curteously,

And learn to love the taste.

With time enough throughout your life,

To lay it all to waste.

The sharpest knife against your throat,

Is the one that you do hold.

The choice is yours to drag across,

And leave the body cold.

To lay it down, and have a rest,

The wicked never know.

To take a breath, forget regret,

The wicked never know.

Track Marks And Headstarts

Cut me, can you feel it like a rush to the head?

Fake a hold, take a break

Spend some time in my bed

Take a second, heaven beckons

Like the preacher said

Get a grip, what it's worth

Still we wind up dead

Cut me, can you feel it like a kiss from a friend?

Fake a hold, catch your breath

I aim to break not bend

Turn around, I can wait

For the world to end

Now look here, pretty baby

Got an ear to lend?

Cut me, can you feel it like a blister or burn?

Fake a hold, take your time

From the cradle to urn

The respect you expect

But can't seem to earn

Is at heart, torn apart

You would think you'd learn

And I can't believe

That you would waste your time on me

And i'm safe from harm

'Cause there's no more fuckin' belts around my arm.

　

　

Vitamin K

If I may, if I might,

Please come out and play tonight.

If I was sure, I know I would,

Sell my soul, if I could.

If I had the will, knew where you stood,

I would love you, the way I should.

With eyes like a curtain,

It's hard to be certain,

Though, I can see.

With eyes in his pockets,

He prays from his wallet

And I can see.

Don't look at me…

But..

Please come out and see me.

If it were right, if it were just,

For me to know, though someone must.

With open mind, I'd shut my mouth,

To keep the worst from falling out.

These nights are cold, and days grow long,

Apologies would take too long.

Please come out and see me

Violent Shades Of Violet

How can a noise on the shore

From a tired little whore

Be considered a good vibration?

And a boy in a sling

Sitting sullen on a swing

Simply cries for his situation.

And his tears ring out

Like a monotone shout

But it doesn't seem to break the surface.

With cuts on his arms

He can do no more harm

But to himself and it's all on purpose.

Mother's wedding ring

And the way she used to sing

How the carpet always smelled of violets

Meloncholy is a well

And it's straight to hell

And the welcome mat's paved with violence.

Fragmentation

I resent the fact that you're even breathing,

 

But if words cut like knives, why the fuck aren't I bleeding?

 

And if love's a drug then I'm changing fixes,

 

Cause I'd rather be a junkie than be so defenseless.

Endless Time

Across the years and through endless time, my mother rests at last.

It took a while, but I have learned, to let go of the past.

Then out the blue like fate un-chained, you nestled in my heart.

And for once it seemed my mother and I, weren't so terribly apart.

You filled the hole in my heavy heart like no one ever could.

My love for you, complex but true, is deeper than mere blood.

And in my mind so bright and clear, is the moment I first thought,

That while in my cage, cruel fate might steal, the last mother that I've got.

But silly me, it slipped my mind, the lengths to which you'd go,

Whether to fight til death for those you love, or a soul you barely know.

With your Angel's voice and passion deep, you're my diamond in the rough.

The mother I'll forever keep, no goodbye is strong enough,

To separate our kindred souls, through which the music flows.

Like tidal waves of the sweetest notes, from a song God only knows.

Adorer Yeux

 

A pictures worth a thousand words, and in those of you its true.

Your eyes, they speak, so loud and clear, of love and fear whether lost or new.

The fear inside, so hard to hide, it chills you to the core.

But the love you show, so freely flowed, lives now and forevermore.

And I may not know what makes you "you", but trust me when I say,

Your careful eyes tell only truth, of the sweet heart that they betray.

The unseen fight to keep faith alive in the face of blinding pain,

They fall the same from darkest skies, your tears like endless rain.

One man may know while others don't, the treasure that's before him.

But all it takes to know for sure, is to see your eyes and just adore them.

Fade To Black

She missed a kiss upon her forehead,

Laying dead upon the floor, so horrid.

Please give me time to just ignore it,

Cause in time all things fade to black.

 

You missed a kiss behind the ear,

And me whispering all that you've been dying to hear,

That Hell is a lie, and the end is near,

It's curtain call, now fade to black.

 

I missed a kiss upon the mouth,

From a love I've learned to live without,

Now take a bow as the lights dim out,

I'll see you soon, now fade to black.

Just Your Kiss

You lay before me in tender trust,
Your head upon my lap.
A feeling more than just mere lust,
To trace you like a map.
My fingers long to know your skin
To meet your every curve.
To speak in volumes instantly
Without a single word.
My soul is bare before your eyes,
With one look back at mine
You know me as I wish I could
The things I've yet to find.
And as our lips lean in to meet,
My heart could nearly miss
Each and every single beat
Replaced with just your kiss.

To Katrina With Love

Your heart was made of steel

I bent it til it broke.

True feelings masked and hazed

Behind a cloud of smoke.

Our lives forever changed

A love more than romance.

We met as only friends,

and fell in lust by chance.

You took me by the hand

And held me ever close.

And it ceased to be about

Just taking off our clothes.

Infatuation to affection

Til we couldn't quit each other,

And never have I ever

Felt the same about another.

And though our lips no longer touch,

In the passion we once had,

I don't look back in anger,

And the memories aren't bad.

The things I did, the things you said

Now that we're apart

They don't matter anymore

You're always in my heart.

Mirror Mirror

My life is a broken mirror and its reflecting all that's wrong with me.

My eyes are clouded by doubt, but I can still see,

That I lost the us that was once "We..."

Now I sit alone and wonder how I keep from falling under.

My heart is lost, and your smile is the way.

Why do I talk when there's nothing left to say?

Maul me into pieces and burn me still alive,

My brain is dead my body's gone, and yet

 

I still survive.

Write A Title For This That Doesn't Suck

Sometimes the only words that fit,

Despite attempts at being forced,

Are so strong and colorfully descript,

They require readers be coerced.

So with third eye poised and a cobra's flute,

Like the only piper they called pied,

I match my smile to my three piece suit,

Raving mad, and Cheshire wide.

But no such luck, for Jim or Chuck,

Or John or James or Jack.

And I just can't seem to give a fuck,

Whither they go or whether they come back.

Cause you can lead a horse to water,

And if he truly thirsts, he'll drink.

But you can't drag a man to genius,

He rarely thirsts, thus rarely thinks.

Alive In Regret

Can your faith, as such, be shaken?
The way my eager hands are shaking.
Somber poise like static noise
Chaotic lows and untold joys.
With open arms, halfway at first
To expect the best as well as worst.
To pick it up from where it sat,
boy meets girl and that is that.
While pain is tossed from hand to hand,
You are the ocean, I embrace you as sand.
Words so sharp, like daggers thrown
Can hurt, not kill, what we have sewn.
Your eyes, your touch, live in regret.
But don't let go, no don't forget.
Please don't let go
Please don't forget
You cross my mind like speeding traffic
And as I am modern, you stay classic.
With skin of lace, touch new as plastic,
Its not that I can't that begs me "Have it".
I see an open heart and I must grab it.
And though what you see is what you get,
Please don't let go
Please don't forget.

Dear Mama, I'm Young, Dumb, and Damaged

Help, Mom, I've fallen, and I can't reach my pistol,

I've broken every rope and eaten poison in fistfuls.

I thought that I'd ring you, just to say hi,

With a Ouija board I got from that thrift store you liked.

So how's life up in limbo, does Calypso play all the time?

If you screamed, could I hear you? Instead of just in my mind?

Sometimes I feel like you're near me, it's then that I love myself most.

But I should've held that feeling more dearly, cause it too faded on like a ghost.

You taught me very well how to treat women, and warned me early on just how it would be,

And though every rule may have its exception, still they're all basic bitches to me.

You taught me instead of screaming and crying, to pick up a pen and just bleed,

Rivers of ink flowing feelings, and hearts flooded with the blackest of needs.

And though the grave, so lowly, separates us, I've still not let loose of your hands,

Cause in a world that seemingly hates us, you're still the only one who understands.

                                      Love,
                                      Kissyfur

Fair Weather Whispers

A cigarette burns in the ash tray, a relic of the time we've spent, on another restless wasted day. A heart not broken, just slightly bent. You're in my heart like you pay rent there, subletting ventricles to your dark desire. The chipped painted walls have eerily been bare, but the hearth fosters a growing fire. A beat up bible by the bedside table, reminds me of your faithful grace. If I am Aesop, you are my fable, a tale told of melancholy, missing with no trace. Spirits that fall like a windswept feather, rising again living only to flutter, on the breezes that follow the fairest weather, like a whisper that only a ghost could have uttered.

All In Iteration

There's a simple section of my soul seeking some serenity, a dark and dirty desire to defile some damn divinity, and everyone, in essence, is extinguished here eventually, but barely can I bare the beauty in you believing me. And rarely am I really ready, speaking raw, religiously. But soon you'll see me sew a seed of sin and oh, so skillfully, though I am cracking up and can't condone these cuts less critically. Still, the fear is fake and feigning it is far from fucking fun for me.

A pretty girl,a pretty face, a desperate urge to just deface, or kill, destroy, or burn, erase
EVERY GOD DAMN THING I SEE.

Chemical Sincerity

Gas pumps and dirty asphalt, hesitation and my heartbeat halts as I'm choking on the chemical sincerity of it dear, and it's true I'm desperately inclined toward that look that comes into your dynamic hues, the mood ring swings, and your moody blues. Give me a reason to eat my heart out, give me your hand to have and to hold. I'll hang all the stars from your earrings, I'll armor plate your heart in gold. You kissed me with a passion that could put a man to death, or bring back cold cadavers like a gust of phoenix breath. So be my one my only, my no more lonely, my barely bloodstained valentine. I'll be your lethal love injection, your safe harbor from deception. We, as one, for all time.

GARBAGE By Any Other Name

Have you ever fucking felt like garbage, and hoped to die, while dressed to kill? Draped in blankets made of harlots, never felt so alive, or quite so ill. Connecting the dots on veins I've punctured, cross my heart, I plan to burn. Injecting evil, a mainline hot shot, sell my soul to make what I earn.

I wonder if my heart could be more hollow, but then again does this bitch even care?  I call it coping, but she says I wallow, if there's a difference then I'm unaware. And if you noticed that the rhyming takes a drastic scheme change, congratulations, you can go and fuck yourself. The very thought of her makes my front lobe act strange, and I've been planning on cutting that fucker out by myself.

Besides
Being force fed a rhyme in Shakespeare`s iambic time, is so colloquial and dreadfully droll. it never comes on its own, and what attention I've loaned, oh who the fuck am I kidding,I don't care.

Beer bottles full of jet fuel, necks clogged with an oily fuse, French kissed by flames and let loose, the best cure for this infernal blues.

Roses are flowers, Violets are usually snobby prude bitches, why do we tie ribbons around dozens of plant corpses and give them to each other to express our affection?...

That's not a rhetorical question.