|
|
|
|
|
| DIARY OF A MADMAN!
Posted: 6/19/2006 10:34:29 PM | Be just like the dagger
Peal apart my skin
Be just like the others
Crucify me for my sin.
Its easy isnt it?
You found your new jewel.
And a nice one it is.
Let the last one drop.
All across the world you get what you found.
All across the world you begin to break it down.
Diamonds love what diamonds feel.
Amethyst appear to search for what is real.
Reality is just another stripe across my back.
You offer just what he did. And he may be the best.
Yet even being the best, he is narrow, forgetting the rest.
Its always what he sees, and what he knows.
Always you didnt do this, you failed in that you didnt
Yet, no one walked in the shoes I did.
No home.
No address.
No phone number (ever ****in been there?)
No zip code.
Funny how those who had a life of hell never understood other levels of hell.
Dont give me that two year shit. I failed.. I know that... but in my failure, I survived and I raised them across two thousand miles!!
And I fall before the light candle.
Knowing I failed again. | |
|
| DIARY OF A MADMAN!
Posted: 6/20/2006 11:16:23 AM | There is a tangle of emotion, thats welling up inside.
Your recent revelation, leaving nothing left to hide.
I regret ever trusting you, thinking you were better than that
I have a hole to fill inside of me, an empty chair in my heart where you sat.
I look outside this window, and the world looks different now
You did it just like the others did, I will never understand just how
You could turn out like you did, be the one that acted like you cared
Its a nightmare playing over and over, thinking of all you recently shared.
Your dead to me now, and thats not the way I thought it would end.
Its painfull to close this door on the death of one that I called my friend.
Lies and deceit, they cut so clean and deep
Letting loose the feelings of wonderment. Sowing what you reap.
I always knew you could fly, and now you can at last.
Everything we ever shared, will be burried so far in my past.
Take your horned one, and I pray it all works out for the best.
The emotions dont change the fact, that you eventually acted like the rest.
R.I.P. | |
|
| DIARY OF A MADMAN!
Posted: 6/20/2006 11:32:56 AM | what a sad story...oh but how you put it down....
thanks for wrting Cross... truly
always
B | |
|
| DIARY OF A MADMAN!
Posted: 6/20/2006 4:27:51 PM | Great writes Madman......or I mean Crossfade......
Poem 1080 does it for me.............espes. line 23..........hear ya............ | |
|
| |
| DIARY OF A MADMAN!
Posted: 6/21/2006 5:28:53 PM | | Hey stranger!! Tis good to see you back around these parts!! | |
|
| DIARY OF A MADMAN!
Posted: 6/21/2006 6:25:38 PM | Wow Cross,
Awesome writes going on in here!!!! Hope all is great!!!!
Sam | |
|
| those words
Posted: 6/21/2006 7:05:05 PM | Mentel itutition is discarded like truth in vision
it's like were all caught up in a deadly game of science fiction
true authenticity is messen with me
so many youth and old arent mastering their dystiny
More and more slaves to the blue and withe color
wake up to another day to catch the mighty doller
Rewards for mothers and father and all their hard labors
but seem to forget live should be savored
you should always keep your hearts and your minds clean its a must
but always watch out for the golden handcuffs | |
|
| those words
Posted: 6/21/2006 7:29:00 PM | forth to Madness swinging rage
again that turned a timeless page
remember well those paths walked sure
a hell of self felt once and pure
a gift so wicked turning tide
a death of sorts felt losing pride
a hand of crulty, sin and pain
turned walk of life to keeping sain...
but rose and rise from licking flames..
Madness well in time have tamed...
but still those hands and feet and eyes..
seen here now forth witness cries...
not unto me for I am fire...
born now .....Truth.....
..................always aspire... | |
|
| those words
Posted: 6/22/2006 1:00:55 AM | You rock bro! I dropped one off in your thread, hope you dont mind. So much truth and emotion... very nice write, thank you.
~Cross | |
|
| those words
Posted: 6/22/2006 6:54:18 AM | | Hell no Cross..........always welcome............ | |
|
| those words
Posted: 6/22/2006 8:10:09 AM | truthisee...awesome write mate!
full of emotion and interpretation can be tenfold!
Hi Cross!
B | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 6/23/2006 3:27:47 PM | Nights in Trinidad
***************
I remember the fog on the midnight water
Walking on the beach with my bosses daughter.
Sabrina and I, walking hand in hand down the dock.
The mist and the wind, the time shared, ignoring the clock.
What ever happened to those days? Innocense lost at such a young age.
What ever became of her? Everything was so easy back then, with her. Turned the page.
Nights in Trinidad, starring off into the night
Recollections of emotions and feelings... it never turned out right.
Walking away the memories burn inside of all that I am
Walking slowly towards the cliffs, looking for a place, these feelings to cram.
Stopping just short of the start of the dock, parts of this still feel the same.
Looking down at the hand rail, I can barely make out, where you and I carved our name.
Walking away, I cant help but feel a little bit sad
Missing the times her and I spent, at the docks in Trinidad. | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 6/23/2006 8:12:33 PM | Holes in my tongue and holes in my dreams
Fixing up conversations, nothing what it seams.
Just another knife, the steel I can taste.
Just another dream, and more sleep I waste.
Shoving keys into locks they were never made to fit.
Im on the other side of life remembering what you did
No, I can no longer give a shit.
Moving locks on doors, I once gave to you the keys
Changing around my nightmares, so no one like you can see
I cant say I never gave a shit.
Razor sharp steel and I take out my eyes
Far to many crimes, and now they critisize.
Some kinda friends.
It feels so much better to finaly be blind.
All the emotions and "truth" is so far behind.
I ultimately give a shit. | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 6/24/2006 12:46:09 AM | Cross, this is easily my favorite place at POF...easily....beautiful writes...amazing as always.... | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 6/24/2006 6:23:43 PM | | Thanks Beth. I kinda like it here. Most of the gouls have names now and the wallpaper has been redone to push most away. Its comforting and I call it home. LOL. | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 6/26/2006 2:03:41 PM | He sat there on the dock, laughing as the old man spoke.
They laughed outloud together, as the rules I broke.
I heard the old man say, "Just take your time."
I saw the young man, real in the line...
"Wow, its the biggest I have ever seen!"
The words I heard him finaly scream.
I walked towards him, telling him it was time to go.
Looking at his grandsons happiness, he relished in that glow.
Half way to heaven he asked, "Hey what happened when he realed it in?"
I paused for a moment, then took him back so he could see the back end.
The little boy cranked, as the fish began to fight
He never realized, his grandfather lost that night.
He kept on pulling and fishing. Making the memory sound.
However, because she let me return, he never felt I was in the ground.
He still see's himself, fishing with his old man.
He still remembers the day, he pulled that trophey from the sand.
I still sit here... and look over the two of them.
They should have been given a better life, I should have been with them. | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 8/11/2006 6:10:33 PM | They said I couldnt do it. They said I would never last. Placing my life in front of me, wrapping my world in a cast.
Thats what they said.
Im still around. Im still taking names.
I still hear the sound, and the feelings are still the same.
I failed to become the failure you always thought I would be.
I found the challenge, and still became the person, most know is me.
I've changed my footing. I no longer want to see you on that cross.
To argue over egos, means only the jewels will remain lost.
Cut me if you will, watch me bleed if you must
But just know I wont go away, regardless of our trust.
There remains a bigger power, and an issue greater than you and I
We can make their lives a lot more comfortable, if together we simply try. | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 8/12/2006 10:42:01 AM | | ^^^^ awesome!!! ^^^^^ Nice to see it happen in here again!!!! | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 8/12/2006 9:57:40 PM | Place a life before us, explain what we should find. Tell us what we should build.
You place your parts. I will place mine. We install the human shield.
You, and countless others, add your pains and fear
The product is coming closer. The time for me to add my part is near.
Twisted it was created, twisted it will remain.
Failed we added our parts, failing we created the blame.
Pushing in the parts, we all managed to call it complete.
When the failure arrives, all eyes are focused on the feet.
One voice speaks out, not wanting the shame or the guilt.
"We did just what you asked! We are the failure you said would be built".
No one understands. No one sees the price. Its an assembly line of gloom. Its hope wrapped in ice.
A life brought before us, the work of others securely attached.
A promise of freedom and happiness... tools and regulations we cant match.
Build the perfect BOT. Make it whistle and make it hum.
Save us from our choices. Save us from what makes us run.
Another piece is before me, twisted and without its chance.
I place my tainted piece upon it, and cringe as I glance...
Another broken part
Another broken heart.
Another lifeless being
Another guilty scene.
This is how we build tomorrow. | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 8/26/2006 12:56:45 AM | You pull the hammer back and never even think twice.
A moment of silence without that drama sure would be nice.
The explosion erupts and life violently kicks in your hand.
Frailty of a dream, this was never part of your plan.
If the system wont avenge you of their crime
Then the system is rendered ineffective by design.
When the flaws of the balance find their way to drain your blood
You look around for answers, as the mental questions start to flood.
So many regrets even as the roses grew out of the cursed ground.
So many moments in silence, aced up eyes that will never make a sound.
If the system wont relinquish them of their rights
Then the system must be made whole. Or the system dies tonight.
Broken promises, they are as cheap as the ones you intend to keep.
Its the system inside my soul, that questions how it is you manage to sleep.
To take a life that is just learning to write. Grind their emotions into ashes and dust
As you tell the victim in the mirror that its right. And your soul begins to softly rust.
Not tonight, nor when the sun shall rise again
But trust in the seventh march around this wall
You will pay for your sin.
You can cut me and bleed me. I heal up just fine.
But when you cut at them, you cross a divine line.
Absense of a dream.
It has a certain ring.
When all is lost in your personal holocaust
Who will hear you scream?
When the other shoe lands and your out of luck
What house will you run to?
If the system wont avenge you of a fictional crime
Then the system is rendered supreme by design | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 8/26/2006 12:57:34 AM | Self Medicate
Self Medicate
Self depreciate
One more look in the mirror.
Emotional eradicate
Transitional duplicate
This time around is supposed to be clearer.
The world says I need to learn to deal
My life is an icon of hatred gone real
Self Medicate.
Pour it in a taller glass, memories are free
Store it in a social class; this is the way they see
He doesnt have a choice.
Words he sees versus the life hes shown
Heart felt truth versus the lies that have grown
He only wants a voice.
I only want a dad, is that too much to ask?
I just want a chance to even up this task
Self Medicate.
Im not always wrong, why is it you yell?
I dont know how to dance, in your personal hell.
Self Depreciate.
I ... Im doing fine. I smile when I can, or when you demand.
I ... Im wanting more. I smile at times, despite the sore.
I ... Im going to be a man, and I will recall every word you two said
Because I hear and feel my life, as I lie awake each night in bed.
Self Medicate. | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 8/30/2006 6:20:49 PM | | Holy shit Eric......have I told you that this might be one of my faves now? "Self-Medicate"....:::sigh::::: so good to see you sweetie! | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 10/22/2006 9:14:34 PM | hello
good Mrs Hooper enjoyed many delightful periods
of listening in
all I reckon you lads
when you git this thing made
thats goin to hoodoo
most strenuous part of the work
Sure I do Thad
of course
And Bill we're going to get him sooner
But there was an incident that may have given a little color
to such a successful attainment
could wipe this fact from her retentive
I see Madam Truxton occasionally
She is always engrossed as you
Admit the deluge of the briny streams.
My father cried where warlike steeds are found.
Government he sent a special message to Congress
on January 24
A sprightly courser fairer than the rest
Around the walls of Troy have lost the light
Her most belovd and ever-trusty maid
His thighs with cuishes of refulgent gold
Government he sent a special message to Congress
on January 24
appalling destruction.
There was no smoke or flame visible
from the guns pursuance of a resolution of the
Legislature the Governor of
pronounced expansionist
and as the congressional leader in all
Government he sent a special message to Congress
on January 24
Government he sent a special message to Congress
on January 24 | |
|
| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 10/30/2006 10:28:12 PM | I’m standing here in the wind. It blows around my face.
We once were one, but now were alone. Now there’s space.
Walking in your room. The lights turned down low.
Feeling your body on mine. Doing things they would never know.
Driving down to pick all of my gear
It was a prize in my life, to have you near.
I loved having you there, but it wasn’t the right time.
You wondered inside of yourself, if he was really mine.
Emotions and time played their selves out in our life.
I moved over there, and got a house to make you my wife.
The cross I carried wasn’t the same one you were able to see.
The nails I drove inside never were meant for the you or the me.
I had that one last night. The one where the lamp shined in the room.
I was able to lay you down… lay you down and seal my own doom.
My one last painful kiss. The one I can never explain.
My one final reward, for a different kind of pain.
Thank you … for that one last, painful kiss. | |
|
|
| Page 44 of 50
|
10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50 |
|
Home
login 
