Al 6ayar

knife on the table

2006-07-29T17:11:00.000-05:00

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

2006-02-27T04:47:00.000-06:00

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

2006-02-13T01:08:00.000-06:00

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

2006-01-26T22:34:00.000-06:00

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

2006-01-05T13:28:00.000-06:00

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

2006-01-02T04:09:00.000-06:00

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

2005-12-07T17:11:00.000-06:00

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

Waiting

2005-11-18T22:22:00.000-06:00

Waiting for a person to be at the door
There is no knock knock
But a silent shuffule of people walking
The telephone rings, a mixed up identity
Night creeps up, yet no sign of that black moon
Surrounded by clouds and flakes,just ticks and tocks of a watch
Light me up it says but no light is present
Can u find me a light that will shine on
Instead of turning off at heated moments
Playing mind games instead of being just
Retreating from the truth, and throwing lies
Hiding your face with a mask, but halloween has ended
And your true self is not hidden anymore

Passion

2005-11-16T09:28:00.000-06:00

your eyes burn
hard to stare
feeling uncomfortable
in your presence
not coming close

your skin so smooth
hard to keep my hands to myself
imagining is my only
opiate, math problems
make it hard
to solve you
but the answer i look for
is in the wrong places

not so sure

2005-11-07T17:03:00.000-06:00

the day began as the sun rose
from the depths of a nightmare
a multiple choice of answers
not sure which to pick
undecided i end up falling
"you have run out of time"

carryed out by the spirts
lay dreaming
forgetting an agenda was at hand
waking from a noisy tune
looking back at time
and forgeting my health

left dreaming

2005-11-06T11:53:00.000-06:00

the fallen leaves of autumn
the shinning light
brought down by the world
saddened by the end

it was said the sun
would rise from the west

left dreaming
how it would happen

come find a burial spot
find it comfortable
for thats your last bed

until the end of time
where all shall die
you will find me
on the other side

sipping on alchol
and rejoicing the
cool moment

Under Ground

2005-10-20T01:16:00.000-05:00

The shovel was outside the door,
waiting to be picked up.
Brand new from the factory.
Its future was already set,
into the ground
burying corpses.

Bruised from dirt.
horrofic memories consile it
as its placed under empty light.
Images come of the many people
it has buried.

Its job soon is to an end.
Rust takes over the metal,
breaking away into pieces
of heartbreaking stories.
Of the people under ground.