Courage
Written January 11, 2002
It takes courage to enjoy the edge.
And we've cut as far as we can.
Cut to the quick, the shell perserveres.
I'm not about to see you end it all.
I'm not about to let me kill you.
It's between sons and lovers.
Reverse That
Written November 9, 2001
I didn't put your father in chains.
My mother's mother wasn't even here yet, and still I get an outsider stare.
Take your blame somewhere else.
I haven't grown into a whip, and I surely didn't imprison anyone.
Never owned a chain, and I never put a brother down.
Not into bias, but obviously that's how you survive.
Part of being down is getting up.
Blaming everyone else just isn't working anymore.
So drop it.
I've met The Man, and he's you.
And me, and him.
So point that finger at yourself.
Right where it belongs.
I'm only pale by comparison.
Written November 9, 2001
I didn't put your father in chains.
My mother's mother wasn't even here yet, and still I get an outsider stare.
Take your blame somewhere else.
I haven't grown into a whip, and I surely didn't imprison anyone.
Never owned a chain, and I never put a brother down.
Not into bias, but obviously that's how you survive.
Part of being down is getting up.
Blaming everyone else just isn't working anymore.
So drop it.
I've met The Man, and he's you.
And me, and him.
So point that finger at yourself.
Right where it belongs.
I'm only pale by comparison.
Unlawful Execution
Written January 25, 2002
Trembling hands touch the handle...
Holding steady, but torn inside...
One for many? When does it stop?
Who are we to decide?
But who were they to decide for others?
She falls, pulling the handle down...
The monster unleashed.
You are avenged, twins...
I Watched
Written Tuesday June, 4, 2002 @ 1:20am
I watched him travel the world.
Looking...
In every tavern, and at every corner.
Searching...
Peering under umbrellas, and wiping off glasses.
Crying...
For the one he lost.
For eyes like yours.
Written Tuesday June, 4, 2002 @ 1:20am
I watched him travel the world.
Looking...
In every tavern, and at every corner.
Searching...
Peering under umbrellas, and wiping off glasses.
Crying...
For the one he lost.
For eyes like yours.
Fish Bowl
Written April 14, 2002 @ 1:49PM
So. So you think you can help.
My blue eyes in pain.
Think you can sweep the slate clean,
and bring her back to me.
Think you can make it all seem green,
and make the pain cease to be.
Oh, I can feel her ... laughter.
Oh, but how ... can it be?
In my life, I cast her,
now passed beyond, isn't she?
I took a walk outside, now how do I...?
Slow down then, but now it flies
now, but something still tries...
Wander lust has passed me by...
My sword held in the hands of my enemy...
Slaying my best friend.
Did she cry at the end?
Eleven, and she felt it hit home.
While I screamed her name.
Eleven, and she heard it hit bone.
While I cried and turned away.
Written April 14, 2002 @ 1:49PM
So. So you think you can help.
My blue eyes in pain.
Think you can sweep the slate clean,
and bring her back to me.
Think you can make it all seem green,
and make the pain cease to be.
Oh, I can feel her ... laughter.
Oh, but how ... can it be?
In my life, I cast her,
now passed beyond, isn't she?
I took a walk outside, now how do I...?
Slow down then, but now it flies
now, but something still tries...
Wander lust has passed me by...
My sword held in the hands of my enemy...
Slaying my best friend.
Did she cry at the end?
Eleven, and she felt it hit home.
While I screamed her name.
Eleven, and she heard it hit bone.
While I cried and turned away.
Goddamn
Written September 10, 2002
It's been a year, and I'm still so fucking mad.
364 chances to understand, but I still get red.
It was their job, but they still did it anyway.
Rushing up, while it came down.
"Pull Out" came the scream, but still they raced up.
Only came down in pieces.
All because zealots get into pissing matches.
Not just them, but here and even there.
"God Bless America"/"Allah digs Jihads"
Don't play that game, folks.
Don't respond with prayer. Don't invoke the Name.
Just kill them all. Don't let them sleep.
Don't forgive them or condemn their beliefs.
They want to kill and ruin those they don't even know.
So, is it even an argument?
Not martyrs, but criminals.
Don't close down soceity, open it and kill them with culture.
Be angry. Be angry and let it sharpen you.
Don't give up. Don't give them their due.
Don't hit your wife. Fuck them.
Don't hide in your basement. Fuck them.
Don't forget what we're about. Fuck them all.
Written September 10, 2002
It's been a year, and I'm still so fucking mad.
364 chances to understand, but I still get red.
It was their job, but they still did it anyway.
Rushing up, while it came down.
"Pull Out" came the scream, but still they raced up.
Only came down in pieces.
All because zealots get into pissing matches.
Not just them, but here and even there.
"God Bless America"/"Allah digs Jihads"
Don't play that game, folks.
Don't respond with prayer. Don't invoke the Name.
Just kill them all. Don't let them sleep.
Don't forgive them or condemn their beliefs.
They want to kill and ruin those they don't even know.
So, is it even an argument?
Not martyrs, but criminals.
Don't close down soceity, open it and kill them with culture.
Be angry. Be angry and let it sharpen you.
Don't give up. Don't give them their due.
Don't hit your wife. Fuck them.
Don't hide in your basement. Fuck them.
Don't forget what we're about. Fuck them all.
She Shoots, She Scores
Written August 18, 2002 @ Midnight
Elaine ... you're insane.
Probably better at attaining with strain.
When I think of you, it's not quite pain,
But shame.
It's plain that you've set out to gain what your parents have proclaimed should be your aim in the game...
And you never complain (but don't worry, I certainly won't disdain).
I just chose to stake my claim and leave with my name.
I think that you were just plain.
And don't forget insane.
At night, you were good to hold, with folds untold.
As a girlfriend, some would say you were too bold to scold,
but you were simply a step away from the old mold.
I met you, a sight to behold.
I left you, sold the silver and gold.
I was just in a different place and chose to fold.
You cared, but at the same time, were scared of what that bared.
And never quite opened your stories and compared.
You took, but never shared.
You loved, but never cared.
Moved from Chi to Bos, and were ensnared.
What kept you afraid, my eyes always strayed.
At night, affection undisplayed,
cold-shouldered and dismayed
punching a pillow, our song unplayed.
In my mind I laid, a promise that if I stayed.
Changes would be made, and not just a band-aid.
But then our love decayed, became volatile as a grenade.
Powerless like first grade, whirling on a fan blade.
My ego downgrade, at night a tirade.
Lemons like lemonade, a year a decade.
I begged and bade, 'release me' - I prayed.
My words never weighed, but still I stayed.
The fool I was made, losing to an arcade.
I loved, but also hated,
the trap I felt you baited.
Not solid, but gold-plated, our love dispensated.
You never contemplated, our problems so populated.
Because I crusaded, into your problems I would have waded.
But you realized that while you waited
I held true and never faded.
My strength underestimated, your patience over-stated...witheld sex, I still masturbated.
You threw curves, never sated.
Still, I never faded.
Does that make you jaded?
Written August 18, 2002 @ Midnight
Elaine ... you're insane.
Probably better at attaining with strain.
When I think of you, it's not quite pain,
But shame.
It's plain that you've set out to gain what your parents have proclaimed should be your aim in the game...
And you never complain (but don't worry, I certainly won't disdain).
I just chose to stake my claim and leave with my name.
I think that you were just plain.
And don't forget insane.
At night, you were good to hold, with folds untold.
As a girlfriend, some would say you were too bold to scold,
but you were simply a step away from the old mold.
I met you, a sight to behold.
I left you, sold the silver and gold.
I was just in a different place and chose to fold.
You cared, but at the same time, were scared of what that bared.
And never quite opened your stories and compared.
You took, but never shared.
You loved, but never cared.
Moved from Chi to Bos, and were ensnared.
What kept you afraid, my eyes always strayed.
At night, affection undisplayed,
cold-shouldered and dismayed
punching a pillow, our song unplayed.
In my mind I laid, a promise that if I stayed.
Changes would be made, and not just a band-aid.
But then our love decayed, became volatile as a grenade.
Powerless like first grade, whirling on a fan blade.
My ego downgrade, at night a tirade.
Lemons like lemonade, a year a decade.
I begged and bade, 'release me' - I prayed.
My words never weighed, but still I stayed.
The fool I was made, losing to an arcade.
I loved, but also hated,
the trap I felt you baited.
Not solid, but gold-plated, our love dispensated.
You never contemplated, our problems so populated.
Because I crusaded, into your problems I would have waded.
But you realized that while you waited
I held true and never faded.
My strength underestimated, your patience over-stated...witheld sex, I still masturbated.
You threw curves, never sated.
Still, I never faded.
Does that make you jaded?
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