knife on the table

The fridge was full
peoples appetite were fulfilled
yet the knife was still on the table
stuck into the wood
the lights turn dim
the door shuts very loudly
echoing to the above floors
he is back
the living room was silent but deadly
friends or foes, family or a disowned member
the blackness fills the room
like a speeding car
the light shines on
but no sound of day, yet

A trip in the open

A Spur of the moment
a spark of lighting
energy crystals
founding a new land
a land of ice
"land ice"
mastering their cultures
our shit left behind
different regions
between the lines
the dead becomes the living
and where the wolf pack roams
but only in three
as two researchers
having a birds eye view
of the bouge forest

the day breaks

a lunch of warriors
magic tricks and football
under a bridge
where the junkies sleep
throughout the summer
the cob webs
of ancient spiders
and mini possums

the morning begins

lights in my eyes
arising from a dream
faces behind the door
unknown people
the paranoia boxing me in
but all i could do
was laugh the day away

The other side

being different,
feeling invisible
broken off from reality
trying to find my way home
being another person
a hidden box in the corner
my spirit descends in the havens
crossing borders, a failed check point
thrown back down to earth
living life on the road
not knowing where I will sleep next
changing scenes, I am confused
about you, the person I seek help from most
ridiculed by small mishaps
and nothing in return for you
a stereotyped friend
two sided story
with jokes on both ends
no matter what is done
its as two diverging lanes
meet under a bridge

Life,the Movies,Everything

The world is our stage,
People following stereotypes
life keeps going, until the director cuts
and a new scene begin
a natural phenomenon
out there to get us
we are all actors
finding the best
character that suits us
the stars are just ornaments
on a christmas tree

living life as a race

He speeds faster then light
as he lights his cigarette
ashing it at your window
as you try chasing him
flick flick flick
15 seconds away from him
laughter fills his tummy
the high of life, an adrenaline rush
to hot to handel
his cross-hair leads him the way
between cars and bikes
a 4 cylinder nightmare
so when you see the racing bullet
shut your eyes,
cuz your going to see his blazing ass

Happy New Year

Happy New Year

New Years began a second late
The russians celebrated
and so did the japanese
the night was far from happening

At highway 66
trying to travel across the US
in fancy cars
it was her first night out
we sped through the empty roads
with our eyes shut
and are ears open

Cinderella's curfew was at 2
losing her shoes in the bathroom
as blood drained out of the walls
the moon stays still waiting for the sun

happy new year. >?<

Devil's Presence

You will find me in a corner
whispering prayers to God
alone in the dark, feeling,
the devils presence behind me
waiting for the moment
i end my prayers

creeping up behind me
my last verse said
pouncing on his prey
the devil takes in
another lost soul