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thewintersoldier

originally from hanford, ca, now in davis, ca

Member Since 2003

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Saturday Jan 03, 2004

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more writings... well some lyrics to my bands songs that I want feed back on... and one poem I wrote but do not like:

poem:
I believe you to be the definition of both bleeding and breeding... you are captivating... you are defilingwe should trade thoughts... we should trade fluids this is breathtaking, this is life taking you are my most effective placebo; you are my most painful solace. Human fending off reflection putting off introspection, swollen with intention anemic blood running thin due to substance abused until I can find substance. Nothing but strings and handles, nothing but wings and white candles romance control all faded constructed outlines to comfort. While your out living out loving lies with disposable lovers youre letting me die here. Youre spotlight suicide, staged and well publicized, to make up for the eyes that I was missing the wine was overrated, the theatre not well lit, but the blood the blood was perfect, just enough to perk my interest, not enough to inspire guilt this pantomime suicide will puts words in flight like bats at night that pierce the aching minds of those with ear attuned. Relation, the ability to place yourself in my shoes inspires the need for action, but often apathy or indifference unless to sever ones chance at hope no more dancing across blades no more bitter tastes from smoke-brimmed barrels no more severed skin or stimulants to save us from the fact that were alive and theft of heart, while still a crime, serves not as an alibi to desert hope and flesh in one foolish endeavor. Serve the heart abandon the taint of remembrance.

discharge, smoke clears, reep the benefits:
A gun click to calm the masses
But the intentions failed
As we rise, two shots return
And our deepest anguish hailed

To the forefront of our actions
And well bury opposition
Their leaders fall, the war commences
Weve answered our own inquisitions
With the solution etched in blood

Singing:
The sirens pierce the evening sky
The crowds now rush the crimson stage
Oppressed from knowledge far too long
That nothing stands in our WAY


Screaming:
The sirens pierce the evening sky
The crowds now rush the crimson stage
Oppressed from knowledge far too long
That nothing stands in our WAY

No longer complacent
Just critically aware
Of the crimes that we commit
The scent of death now fills the air
We stand amongst our brothers
And take the charges as they come
The fear that we have killed in one another
Has now been replaced with love

Lets take our prize
Whether it takes from us our lives
And need we no longer can deny
We now know that we must RISE

The revolution
Leaves us perishing
Martyrs and Murderers
To a fleeting cause



Take aim, sweetheart:
Her whispers crash upon my ears, her flesh encompassing my dreams
Red lasers dance across my face, painting my skin with crimson streams
As both wings wrap her tightly, a victim of gorgeous light and false intentions
Stunned to silence, comprised of nothing more than a swelling heart inspired by misconception

And shes on mark

The cross hairs like prison bars, the bullet splits my heart in two
Youve shaped your words within a shell, cocked lips and its me the words tore through
Her words are heavy gauged, her eyes always on mark
So as Im caged within the scope, take aim sweetheart

Life among the dead and damned, but the screen cracked with signs of life
But still showed no grace when at her mercy, through the scope and in her sights
Mislead by her thin veneer of effusive affection and passion
Blows the smoke from the steaming barrel, and walks away from the damage

The cross hairs like prison bars, the bullet splits my heart in two
Youve shaped your words within a shell, cocked lips and its me the words tore through
Her words are heavy gauged, her eyes always on mark
So as Im caged within the scope, take aim sweetheart

Shrill screams escape my lips
As you drain me with a kiss
This deadly new aesthetic
This horrid accident

This wound, this brilliant kiss of death
A farewell that steals from me my breath
An ultimate relief from the detriment of such emotion

And as the shot echoes in my ears
I feel the sweet release of fear
If only I could find the will to rehabilitate
THIS LOVE

Take aim sweetheart
Staring at lifes final sunset
Take aim sweetheart
Somber in the moment of DEATH


thank you for your time... and yes I do realize that when i sing "take aim, sweetheart" it will sound like I am singing the phrase "cock lips"

VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
adrenalynne:
oh sure. i'll start walking now and i'll see you in two months.
hahaha.
Jan 3, 2004
adrenalynne:
are you hitting on me over my journal?

haha
Jan 4, 2004

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