not very far from the tree

you cant escape them

the ones you call family 

and some how 

you will resemble them 

be it in your actions

or the way you speak

or you attitude in general

life will tug you away 

or draw you nearer to those roots

but you will never get far away 

from the tree that ripened you 

and fell you to the ground

broken vows

so i totally broke my promise to myself... but i have decided that im not going to  let that hold me back... im going to reinstate my promise with the intention of  fulfilling it.

resolution

 I solemnly promise for the next thirty days i will write something everyday and post it on this blog.

4/9/11

get the door

lock it tight

the dungeon 

is not place to be at night

blistering sores 

rotting disease

chains clanging

prisoners begging to be free

men weeping

for loves one gone

driven mad by deaths sweet song

but weep not more 

sad little man

death is coming to hold your hand

to take you away

from your miserable life

and place you somewhere

lacking strife

where you will sleep 

and awake feeling high
it wont be long 
soon

 the angels will appear

the ones that were rushed far away from here
the errors of man
there own sad little tune
the new songs being sung
bring close flowers to bloom
in all of this death has reigned 
and now life will begin again

ache

affronted by condescension

spoiling the fruit barely budding 

on the thorn crept greenery

that is my heart 

i give up dreams and hopes

foolish thoughts that meander 

here and there 

 memorable visions that aren't meant for me

i sweep up the pieces that fall from the hedge

into a pile to break the oncoming fall

untitled 1

swelling with anxiety  in an apathetic cell

  walls conforming to my shape

suffocating dreams

 asphyxiating thoughts 

lost and untouched

by sanity filled air

gasping for truth 

to end the nightmare

breath ceases action 

constricted by fate

it ends me 

 

rant...

lack of response, anger, avoiding, unhappy, not important, do not care, nobody does, i, me, he, she, none of them, separation, angst, apart, forever, not happening

jasper

Growling in a language all his own

Mawling hands that dare to get close

Cuddling in the morning

Nibbling in the afternoon

Music

Smoldering,warm,temptous sound

vibrating through golden wood

Tones dripping from fingers

Rosined horse hair

Pulling across wired strings

Balancing between board and bridge

Creating sound

monster

The woman

Who nurtured me

Close to her breast

Who gave me the ability

To speak my mind

Who loved me

To the moon and back

I have'nt seen her for a while

She's still here

But somehow missing

Her face has fallen with time

As the pills

Have taken effect

They're a mask

The mosters mask

It screams

At the top of its lungs

Paranoia

Running rampnat through it

The cost of anti-anxiety meds

For someone not anxious

It yells and screams

It degrades and guilts

It hurts but does not heal

My mother has been missing

For a while

In her absemce

It

Has taken over