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echoes of before,
the voice of god,
shattering the speck of creation.
echoes that multiply,
yet do not bounce-
revelations are crouching to pounce.
time the belching wind...
a torrent, an obscene many chambered gullet,
made of maws collapsed.
these are connected and are why we're here...
bang! the big one.
voice of god-the catalyst.
flow of time...the breeze.
suns for mouths, with many forked gullet, a maze.
all things connect in the web of creation,
no matter how obscured by seperation-
category: things that simply are.
Comes Aroundselfish in many ways
both of us had to pay
but every day spent away
didn't make the problem wane
so worries became pain
can't blame me
doubt made me lame
i don't know what it did for you
but the playing to both sides
for me it was one big drain
you never could choose just one
even if it wasn't me
still, it would have set me free
me, devoted to you
you, devoted to him
just tell me i had no choice
how could i win?
where was the gain, the prize?
can't help but think i was a break
something you had to do, or had to take
of unfair baiting to promises made
forsaking a life and a life to give
the eternal pacifier
never should have crossed that line
all i want to do is live
saw my chance and cut a friends throat
now i am left with nothing but forgiveness
showered on me, i know what a true friend is
and it sure ain't me
chained by that promise
even if the chains are smoke or vaper
from here it sounds like someone is screaming rape her
rape that life, snuff it, chains
chains of smoke or chemical
parastitescoming from everywhere in multitudes
coming around to feed on you
the simple ones only want your blood
but some want favors, money or love
every one sick in some way
and you have the cure
the thing that makes them sane
cigarette mosquitos sucking up your smokes
flease cling precariously
wont let go without some money
worst of all are the favor ticks
calling on favors owed
that do not even exist
they think you owe them something
for something that they did
parasites need DDT
their something for nothing asses
need to stay away from me
a manic work of fictionSo i says to the nurse, who has just told me that to alleviate my hyper-state of distress I would be receiving one measly milligram of adavan, also known as lorazepam:
Miss, look at it this way, and behold my ample girth...if I was a demented beast with horns, hooves, and tusks, and was marauding your village you would want to put a humane stop to it right? So, deciding to tranquilize and capture me, would you shoot me with a tranquilizer dart containing only one milligram of tranquilizer? Ma'am, that would be bad for the village...she was not amused.
Pity Dispensermy identity,
my sense of self worth,
knowing who i am,
what i am-
these things are gone,
were they ever even there?
at twenty-i could have lived and decided not to...
at forty i am dying to live but it's too late.
waiting for a disease, or some tragedy-
a little something to befall me.
something to dispatch me with ease,
and stir a bit of sorrow and pity.
Bleed The Berrysomehow, three sixes equal nine...
the true number divine,
transmutation, blood to wine.
humans in numbers, scavenging beast-
for just a little wine.
Manicracing thoughts, no sleep to be had
agitated and stark raving mad
those who would help are dreaming in bed
all alone in suffering, you wish you were dead
then come the hallucinations
a complete psycho, congradulations
pissed off and paranoid, imaginary foes
beating up the furniture, tomorrow it will show
grafitti in the apartment, holes punched in the walls
piss soaked carpets, blood streaked down the halls
every other night, insanity comes to pick a fight
dying to make it stop, at dawn you finally drop
comatose, regaining strenght
for the next episode, of unbearable length
Horns And Halosone of me wears horns
the side that fascinates
gleaning answers from nerve endings
not afraid to do some pretending
one of me wears a halo
the one that tries so hard
to do what's right
the one that would surely starve
you be the halo, i'll be the horns
between us the grey that does no harm
schizophrenic sides held by neutral glue
that cushions us both from folly we do
horns are useful in the land of thorns
not cast out but here i was born
sometimes i use them to break away
so i can go play in shades of grey
God is Not an American ValueLadies and Gentlemen of Congress, thank you for allowing me to speak today.
I do not stand before you with a hate filled heart.
I do not stand before you today wishing to destroy anyone's beliefs or ways of life.
I do not stand before you today hoping to achieve a victory for one group while hurting another.
Instead, I stand before you today in the hope that you listen open-mindedly.
That is all I ask.
In 1956, "In God We Trust" was adopted as the United States official motto. This motto has been on our coins since 1864 and on our paper currency since 1957. In 1954, the words "Under God" where added to the Pledge of Allegiance. The question of whether or not these phrases are constitutional has been argued on all levels, from the dinner tables of average Americans, all the way up to the Supreme Court. I personally believe that these phrases are unconstitutional, but the arguments for it have been so overused that I feel repeating them would be beating a dead horse.
No, instead I will b
Yahweh (God) is IllogicalWhile believing in "a" god or gods can possibly be argued with a small degree of logic, it's extremely illogical to believe in the specific god Yahweh - the obviously humanly flawed selfish, jealous, greedy, hateful deity of the bible whose actions and orders fit the description of any religion's main villain, much too tiny and petty to explain the beauty and vastness of this universe.
Any "all-knowing, all-loving, all-powerful" god who has ordered even one human to kill another human, EVER, is a FALSE god (not to mention the hundreds of thousands of children and women yahweh has ordered exterminated, or taken as slaves... the Good god, everybody!)
EVEN just once!
Or any infinitely loving god who can allow the existence of a place like hell (without becoming so extremely disgusted with himself at even contemplating the idea that he just snaps it out of existence in the very next thought), just proves itself to be a creation based on the umrealistic needs and desires of humanity during
Masterplanwhen crucified they say
he died for our sins
how many wars lead back to that day?
how much blood has been spilled ever since?
i'd rather live with my sins
than be told to kill or die for Him
if there ever was a master-plan
made by an omnipotent invisible man
omnipotence suggests you know how things will play
then why do we get punished by a God
who already knows we can't abide his ways?
made to be imperfect
created to fear and worship
but does it make sense to fear one who "loves" us?
to beg and pray in wails that rise up above us
my disbelief is what helps me survive
i am not blinded by your master-plans lies
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