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The Serpent and the Naif

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

She spun so free from worry and the harm of knavery
Her free spirit is the only thing overshadowing her bravery
She didn’t know much of the world around her and in her dreams
But her life was molded from experiencing simplicities

She danced daily and all through the night with ease
Her hair flew about in smooth serenity like the most golden breeze
She danced far from her home although it was never planned
And into a depressed, dark village all but forgotten by man

She danced upon a hill top overlooking the town
Her dancing stopped as her face prepared for it’s first frown
She soon realized this was no average gloomy borough
She heard cries and tears that hit the cold ground with sorrow

She skipped down the hill into the village and met a man
An older gent with a long white beard, barely able to stand
She helped him to a seat and very gently she asked,
“Why is this town so full of woe, and it’s folk so aghast?”

“You see, my young dear,” the man began to quietly speak
“It’s not a hamlet that many wisened travelers set to seek,
We’ve been harassed by a snake whom we’ve learned to resent.
The black scaled, ivory toothed, most malicious of serpents.”

She stepped back, ’tis just a snake’ she thought to herself
She pondered why this village isn’t thriving and booming with wealth
It was just a small reptile, but it has long kept this quiet place in fear
How could it keep such a place in grief and misfortune for so many years

She walked through the town, not ever once opting to leave
She knew she could try to help, even though she was naive
She never frightened a thing, nor staved off a raging beast
But she thought to herself “I must try to help at least.”

She walked through an alley as cold and dark as night
Watching mothers with their children barely clinging to life
They all had two small discolored wounds just above their feet
About an inch or so apart all made from the same pair of teeth

She found herself in a quaint little park in the center of town
Lit by street lamps shining a brilliant orange all around
She saw the demon serpent that has been haunting this place
She stared at its neon eyes without an ounce of fear on her face

The snake came closer, hissed, and coiled in a tight ball
Then it’s head rose from its body, raising menacing and tall
It was eye level to the innocent girl that happened upon this land
The same girl that has now inadvertently made a stand

In the serpent’s mouth, it’s fangs were stained with blood
The girl looked them over, but still there she stood
She was not trembling with fear, nor running in fright
She wouldn’t leave until this serpent slithered out into the night

The serpent reared its head back getting ready to strike
But before it lunged it saw something that halted its deadly bite
The young girl was dancing, twirling with the grace of a goddess
Such a beautiful display all wrapped in a pauper’s dress

Soon, though, the snake snapped out of its trance
Getting ready to strike the strange girl who broke into dance
It reared back again waiting until the girl’s spinning slowed
Then it saw her hair flowing like a river of gold

“I cannot take your life,” the snake amazingly sighed
It looked at the ground as a tear came to it’s soulless eye
Along with a rare tear, it’s teeth fell down into the grass
It slithered away as it’s fangs slowly turned to ash

“The serpent is gone,” all the townsfolk shouted
And unlike before not a single soul pouted
The girl was made a heroine and was highly praised
She left without a word, dancing along the way

Years later the village still remembered the brave young girl
Who saved all their lives with her spinning and twirls
An infinite number of odes to her name the townsfolk sang
About a beauty that could charm a snake into giving up its fangs

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Mr. Reaper

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

We all live life atop this world
Until the time we so violently get hurled
Into the moon, or amongst the stars
Heading for the sun no matter how far
Death only knows when our time is up
The black holes in space don’t even want us
They’d just throw us into a cave full of stalagtites
And we’d look for a spike that would fit just right
Into our eyes and through our brains
So that our life can slowly drain
Into a puddle of memories and blood
Set to boil from the ones that we loved
An impending doom skillfully written
Will consume us all until we are smitten
By Death himself cloaked in a warm disguise
Hiding everything except his scornful eyes
Try as we may we cannot escape
Tyranny and greed and overall hate
We’re all just names on a list of one man’s quota
Whom won’t show mercy, not one Iota
We’ll all fall by his skeletal hand
Not leaving alive even the purest man
One day we’ll have the last laugh with this
The day Death sees his own name on the list

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Metaphor For Life

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

The entire world is dying
You’re just the first one to fall
Breaking your blonde but filthy crown
As you decend against a wall

Deceitful? You knew of the truth
A calypso of disgrace
Your tears turn acidic
Melting down your face

How do you say..
First come, first learn?
Little did they know
They were lining up to burn

“Make it stop”
The pain or the pleasure?
“Give me more”
The plague or the treasure?

The good, the bad
The in-between purgatory
All lend their hands
To your fairy tale story

Creeping, seething
Follows in your footsteps I see
You taught it well
But you couldn’t make it believe

The Cat’s in the cradle
With your impending doom
A mandamus?
I just asked you to leave the room

Count to six and die
Only five of them are blanks
Or was it, five aren’t?
Either way, it ends in angst

I love you, the difference is
I never asked you for proof
Don’t need to tell me you love me
You, molotov cocktail of romance you

Its good to enjoy a laugh
Wish I knew what its like
Diamond? Try limestone
That’s my metaphor for life

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Damsel in Dystopia

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

Your skin goes from light pink to dark red
But I know its all chocolate inside your head
Singing a wind chimed coo going from dreamy to manic
I’ll watch you go into another kaleidoscopic panic

You are clinically insane in your own special way
But your outbursts vary from person to person and from day to day
Crashing face first into the bowels of heaven
You start handing out the issues you’re given

Your two toned eyes are spinning and your hair’s always a mess
A head trip waiting to happen, with a gothic case of PMS
Another damsel in dystopia with unlimited deprivation
And melancholy attrition tends to be your only salvation

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Existance is Futile

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

In your mind you were never possessed
Soon you’ll decide to give theatrics a rest
They take control of you but are still unimpressed
In a second all your jovial moments they molest
The voices, they always intercept your prayers
Then in unison they sing an adage by voltaire
Although the high pitched screams become to much to bear
Its not until they go quiet that you get scared

When all your best friends turn hostile
When the world travels in a single file
Sit, have a drink, and stay a while
Existance is futile

Your life goals turn into monomania, explode
As the nefarious go from your head to your soul
Making you do things your darkest nightmares couldn’t behold
You’re a good little puppet, always doing what you’re told
Out of the clutches of sanity they steal dominance
You’re a marionette controlled with a flick of the wrist
You topple when the weight of a million souls violently shifts
When the dizzyness subsides you see yourself at the strings provenance

When you can’t bring yourself to smile
When walking inches seems like miles
And nothing ever seems worthwhile
Existance is futile

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Dreadnaught

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

The door’s shut and it won’t open again
There’s a demon on the other side who won’t you in
Another road waitng to begin
A million doors to lock away your sin
You are the freezing breath upon my lips
The pain inside my fingertips
The impact of all just when it hits
And the bleeding vein within my wrist
Show me why you won’t follow through
Is there something in your life you’re running away from too
Like a bolt of electricity that seers through you
You might wanna leave before your lies become true
You are the rancid petals upon the rose
The worn out threads within my clothes
The fear of nothing that I know
And the terror that will leave me cold
You’ve been eating away at all of me
Through the chains of confinement I wish I was free
A long wait just waiting to be
And all of your hate is all I can see

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Happy Now

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

I’d like to thank all the people I have met
I’d even like to thank those that I haven’t yet
And I wanted them to know in life I never gave up
But there are paths in which I may have gotten stuck

I’ve never prayed a day in my life until then
And as much as I’d like to, I’ll probably never pray again
I could have been a lot more than I ended up being
Until I saw the only hope in my life walk out on me

Now is a good of time as any to finally apologize
For those I’ve ended up hurting and all my past lies
I could never begin to consider I’d be this calm
Free from my troubles and free from the world’s harm

Love was never in the least the first thing on my mind
But I made a world in which it would be the only way I’d be fine
Now that I’ve taken the chance to look back on whom I’ve been
It’s bittersweet because I know I’ll never be this happy again

But there’s still a fear at the end of my thoughts
I just need to relax
It’s over now
It’s over now
I can relax, I’m happy now

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Ruiner

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

I’m a stain
But I carry on cleanly
I’m a slave
But I live my life freely

Like a storm
That runs rivers dry
I’m a sinner
In a mirror through a saint’s eye

Hear my voice
But don’t do what my words say
I’m an eclipse
On the world’s last sunny day

Meet salvation
On the front door of death
You’ll tell yourself
You’ve been decieved with your last breath

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Voices in the Night

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

Can you hear those voices in the night
Will you do whatever they tell you
Or are the voices in your head
Are they talking just to scare you
When you wake up will they still be there
Or do they make you not sleep at all
And if you fell into serious trouble
Would they talk you through the pain at all
And when the day comes for you to die
Will they finally shut their mouths
Or will they continue after you’re gone
Because they were just ghosts inside your house

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Malcontent

Posted by Josh on September 7, 2008

My life is an empty book
I have no memories to take to my grave
No real moments worth a serious look

Just an abyssmal crevice
I’m an unread biographical black hole
Insignificance so easy to miss

I thought friendship meant more
But it was a modicum constantly misprized
A surly gift, I guess, is what it was for

Now waking hours seem somnolent
Whats the point of being awake when you’re not going to live
Especially when life seems malcontent

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