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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 7/9/2008 5:16:19 PM | | Thank you so much Salty! You are welcome here any time, and "girly" writes are welcomed as well. Again, thanks for the comment. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 7/16/2008 1:08:32 AM | The melody is so romantic, I can see you sway and dance.
Your moving with such grace, poise, and you have the chance...
Your eyes are sparkeling, and your smile is so full of life.
Your dancing across the floor, content and alive, you are his wife.
The spot light is on the two of you, and you look like all is well.
You dance and you spin, but behind that smile, is a knife of hell.
You enjoy parts of it, its why you will always stick around.
I hear about it, and I bite holes in my tongue, rarely making a sound.
My heart says that melody was meant for you and I, but I know you
You turn that part of you away, because you feel you have so much to do.
Im not going anywhere, I will bleed in silence, its what I do best.
Yet I bleed so much more, when I see the wound in your chest.
The melody is still playing, and your still spinning around during the ball.
Yet where will your heart end up, the the melody stops, and your heart... | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 7/21/2008 12:26:38 AM | Drifting in and out, as we wonder whats to become of us.
Is it wrong or is it real, is it really a question of trust?
The mirror in the heart shows so many things
The things we made the love we saw, the hope of rings.
This is how we destroy tomorrow.
You'll hate me as you read this, but its my wall to deface.
My love and my heart are out there, and you would rather chase
A dream that you know is dying day by day.
Its what he does, not what you hear him say.
Rainbows and dreams are what we have seen.
Were doing our part, coating this rainbow in gasoline.
Just one match, and the spark in our eyes
The dream is ablaze, before we realize.
Tomorrow is a wash.
Paint brush rush, as the colors fly all over the place
Frustration rules the day as I try to cover my face.
One time, I want the clock to tick for me.
One time I just want the art of this life to set me free.
Tomorrow is all it will cost.
As the rainbow burns and the dream is shoved back in my face
I will always have my memories, the smiles, the kiss and the taste
One day you will forget me, and I will be just a name
Yet, every since that night, I have never been the same.
Tomorrow is feeling a bit lost.
The rainbow is falling, and I know your trying to cut it into stone.
Hell... be with questions. I will roam this life, even if I do it alone.
I wont set any more rainbow's ablaze, I wont seek any more pots of gold.
I will sit down with my heart, and for once, it will do exactly what its told.
Tomorrow is a world away.
Like they care, like they know, like they fear, like they say...
You have my heart in your hands, so just shove another pin in me.
This is my wall to deface, this is my rainbow burning to the ground.
I fell too hard, too fast, as the world watched, and no one made a sound.
Tomorrow is going to arrive too soon. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 8/5/2008 11:25:47 PM | If I could separate the me from myself
And learn to keep the heart inside of me, upon a shelf.
If I could take the color out of my words, and remove them from my eyes
And teach myself to catagorize the words from that heart inside, as lies...
I could walk away unwounded.
I could learn a brand new song.
I could cry indoors.
I wouldnt feel so wrong.
If I could pry the nails out of my wrists, and climb down from this potential loss
If I could turn and face me, and make that heart be silent. I could change.
When I learn to bury this all deep inside, and learn to set you free
I could learn to look away, and look away from the you inside of the me.
I could walk a straight line
One that doesnt lead to you.
I could tell myself, this is what I should do.
Yet... that feels so wrong.
Theres a knock on my door, and blood on my hands. I cant wash them clean.
Theres a door in that heart, theres a life in the mix. Ive given up so much of what Ive seen.
Theres a force that pushes at my chest, telling me that no matter what, Im not the best.
Theres a person in my morning mirror that talks, hes one that you have never seen
If I could pry the me away from myself... I could walk away. I could learn. I could ...
I could be so wrong.
Brass rings rain down on me as the lightning penetrates my hands.
Dreams flash from my eyes to that heart, as this boy slowly understands.
Fire dances and dragons play... these are dreams being overcome.
This is how I imagined it. This is how paradise is undone.
It all feels so wrong.
Leaning over, as the wooden bed surrounds the life that was, and the breath has all went away.
Im supposed to be able to climb out of here and tell you that I saw the other side... we were right!
Yet we failed, and I lie still.
Leaning over me, theres one last smile to make it all worth it...
Yet... we were wrong | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 8/21/2008 1:58:11 AM | I feel like you're telling me its time
The fear and the doubt, has finaly reached its line.
Maybe my frustration has a few things to say...
Im not sure how I got here, but I feel here all alone.
The sword set aside, as the masses hover around the stone.
I set a world aside for you, and I know you cant walk away.
Yet this world still remains, by the very words you say.
Cut me now, let me bleed this one out, or lets chase the dream
Cut me dry, lets not leave any doubt, or it remains what we have seen.
I gave my life to you. I pushed my hate aside.
I gave my heart to you, and .... and you did what was right.
In this hour, Im so lost and all alone.
There is no one else, that can fix this heart of stone.
You hold the dream and you have the only key
Yet we remain, the loving you, and the distant me.
Frustration is just the start.
Its like you said, eventually someone has to protect my heart.
I hate this part of you and I.
I hate the part where you tell me something has to die.
Be it a dream or be it a lie.... something has to die. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 8/26/2008 12:34:26 AM | I tried to make it clear to you
But you were looking the other way.
I tried to open up my heart
There were other things you had to say.
I was nice while he was cruel
I was loving while he didnt care.
He was the winner and I was the fool.
And you longed for his empty stare.
The system is starting to unwind.
I wanted roses and wine
You said we could only have the cage.
I wasnt sure what was real and what was mine.
You pushed me away... I felt the rage.
The system began to unravel.
I tried to make you a part of my life.
That fault is mine, and mine alone.
You were there, being the consumate wife.
All it did was turn my heart into life, away from stone.
The system is doing what its designed for.
We started off small and exploded, and it was real.
We had a box that we had to set inside.
We couldnt ever be open, or express what we feel.
I was the clown in your life, expected to hide.
The system denies a real feeling, and therefore relegates it to waste.
I couldnt do it anymore, as I was feeling too much pain.
You choose what it is that you ultimately want.
You want it more than anything, as I look and go insane.
My nights moved from love and memory, to a painful haunt.
The system is based on you surviving, and me not being able to chase.
I know the system. It keeps ripping holes deep inside of me.
I have been around failure before, and I understand its cost.
I hate the blinders you love, just so you think you can see.
I will pack my bags and bandage my wounds, as we figure out this loss.
The system worked again. I will pick up my second fiddle and play off this balad of uncertainty. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 9/2/2008 12:20:37 AM | Ive tried for hours to toss up a write about a war I cannot win. I guess its not as easy as writting the words and making them rhyme. If it were, the war could easily be won. But what if it wasnt? What if the war required real blood, real words and real feelings? What if the words became real, and when they were spoken, axes flew and arrows landed? What if when the eyes began to slowly close, shields went up? What if hearts were replaced with armor, and we all had our weapons of choice! What if we all wrapped ourselves in armor and no one had a voice? What if we put aside the armor, but the swords were still in our hands. What if when we spoke and we tried to make it all right, ... just the tip of your sword went into my heart? What if I couldnt breath that way? What if I moved and shoved my sword a few inches into your heart... What if we did it that way? What if... what happens.... what ...
My chest is on fire. Im holding your hand, holding the hilt of the 9 inches of steel you just burried in my chest. Im trying to pull it away, but I still need to keep my hand on the hilt of the steel in have burried inside of you...
I kiss you as we die. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 9/4/2008 12:19:17 AM | I know the words... and I love the balad...
If you could read my mind, girl
What a tale my thoughts would tell.
If you could see what should be,
You would live a little less hell.
But dreamers never last.
Were the ones that everyone loves
But just cant place a bet on.
We show up in the nick of time.. sometimes in droves.
If you could read my mind, girl.
Its just that Im trying to survive.
I wanted it to be forever,
But only if it was by your side.
Its so hard to tell a norther wind,
exactly when to blow. Or a tropic sun, when to shine.
We could of lasted forever in this sin
We could have made this the perfect crime.
If you could read my mind, girl.
You would eventually start to see.
There were things dying, in our little world.
Those things were my dreams, those dreams were really me.
I still hold our handshake, and I wish for a million more.
But I know this ship has run aground, on an uncertain shore.
I can walk the plank from here, love. I know its not that far to fall.
You told me so many times, love. You were never Mine, to call.
Im not leaving port. Im gonna heal up before I set this ship asail.
I will love you forever, love, even its it as it is now... to no avail. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 9/4/2008 1:18:53 AM | Crossfade:
Poetic renditions shine rusted rails of perception lost
Emotional seas upon surfaces of depth tossed
Tools of words are used to craft well admired
Wordsmith stoking bellows experience fired
Awestruck.
TBK. | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 9/6/2008 1:25:35 AM | TNT... amazing... thanks for what I am going to take as a compliment. That was very, very nice.
Tryde, sometimes, even though you fall in love with the ocean, and all it has to offer, you cannot shift the tide to please you. Thats the best way I can tell you why. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 9/12/2008 11:55:55 PM | You say, there are only so many storms you are willing to endure.
You know, that when the sun comes shining... where you feel secure.
Little tin goddess, you let yourself be sold.
The cycle plays again, even if it gets a bit old.
Yet you say you want to try, but ask yourself why...
The storms a rippin...
Little tin goddess, why are you really here?
You want to fix the wind, but cant control the tide.
When the choice looks back at you, in tomorrows mirror
Will you take the chance of life, or will you run and hide?
The needles stick like hooks. They plant themselves in deep.
The mirror tends to lose its shine, with the secrets that we keep.
Yet the same image that showed up today
Will still hold the candle of the dream, we're about to give away...
Little tin goddess, smile once without the thought
Smile once without the dream. All the time we bought
All the silence in the scream.
Push away the clown, walk away from his box
Forget the distant memories, forget the wind washed talks...
I know you too well. Your mind and heart are going through hell.
One says this, the other feels that. Its the body banging, your internal division bell.
One finger on the trigger, maybe its about time.
One eye on his world, the other is focused on mine.
Rip apart the anger, all those things you have kept inside.
You're here in my world now... no reason left to hide.
Let the dragon run. Let him devour the country side.
Let the demons drink their blood, let the orphans hide.
A truer Knight you will never find, than you did that night.
Bounding all about this storm, when I saw you... all was right. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 9/13/2008 12:34:04 AM | An Emotion
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I remember a few decades ago, being a child. Being young, and playing with fire. Feeling love and feeling desire. Standing on a beach at midnight, on a family vacation. Writting her name in the tide, as my heart lost elation.
I have one wish. To talk to him.
Welcome my friend to her name in the sand.
Welcome to your very first emotional stand.
Welcome to the loss of a dream.
Welcome to the reality of it never being what it seams.
Welcome to the days of wondering why
Welcome to the part of life, where a man learns to cry.
Welcome to the hell that burns inside your chest,
While you see the others, happily joining up with the rest.
Welcome.
Welcome to the gate I pushed you through.
Welcome to the things I made you do.
The moments of fear, the hours of worry, and the days of lust.
Welcome the world I made of you. In myself I used to trust.
Welcome to the "One last painful kiss" that one is gonna hurt like hell.
Welcome to the night of fire, but being asured, it is all going oh so well.
Welcome to the nights of tears. They come and they go.
Welcome to dreaming of her... someone you will never know.
Welcome to the oddest feelings, of just wanting to walk away.
Welcome to the most delightful nightmare, of never knowing what to say.
You wrote her name in the sand that night, and as I sit here next to us. I can see.
Her name was meant to be washed away, but yet... its names like that, that never washed away from me.
I wish I could tell you a bit of good news, about how its all turned around.
I wish I could tell you about how this ship, never really ran aground.
Welcome to the dream. Welcome to the show. Welcome to the hand I hold, the same is yours... and you should know...
I blew it all up from the inside. I never thought to look around.
I wrote her name in the sand, and the waves never made a sound...
Please forgive us, and please take our loving hand.
We're stuck in this life, playing second fiddle, in a one man band.
But I know that if you can forgive me, mayhaps I wont fail.
I could be going back to you one day, as our ship finally sets sail...
Maybe... | |
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| clay pigeons
Posted: 9/20/2008 8:58:53 PM | emotions soon running over
history dances on clover
kmart grabs plastic bag
the sad man grabs a hag
the hag grabs her white knight
the 2 dance out of sight
north star shines on it all
just like majestic ball
she thinks its love
he's shot a dove
but clay pigeons are all that he sees. | |
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| clay pigeons
Posted: 9/20/2008 9:22:00 PM | | this isn't in any way shape or form in response to anything, I just wanted to put my piece of brain - with what I'm going through tonight- in a spot that takes me back home. Home, being the spot I hunkered down at 3 or 4 years ago. Danny, Bubbles, and Crossfade, with a tiny fraction of Trevor... you guys lit me up when the castle was black. So once in a blue moon, I visit. And I like what I see , even after all these years..(lol) Love, peace, and "good ___" to us all!! Hoo haa, fill in the blank with whatever ails ya! | |
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| clay pigeons
Posted: 9/27/2008 9:40:51 PM | September...
That was a deep write. At first I saw it and thought it was directed to me.... and I flenched. Then I read what you wrote and I cringed. I flenched because it was sincere and honest.. I cringed because it was heartfelt. Either way... thank you for coming in here, and posting on these pages. | |
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| Crossed Madmen... My Tribute to...
Posted: 10/5/2008 12:24:24 AM | The music plays in the background, its supposed to make this all so clear.
The music plays in the foreground, and I understand what is drawing nearer.
Words and few frail actions are going to sit you right back down to your lie.
And in time when your world comes undone, Im going to bleed, while you cry.
This will go on for years, as it always has. And I shove steel inside my skin.
If only this were about my sin... if only.
My skin is tougher than you and your life combined. I will carry this all.
I will shove steel through this dream, and I will catch you when you fall.
To love the knife that gently cuts you so deep.
To kiss the life away inside of you, as you sleep.
You miss the knife, you kiss the life and you hide it all away.
My skin is bleeding outloud in a world you cant hear.
Pulling the steel out of my flesh, I have to tell you
I wish you the very best.
You have the world in the palm of your hands.
Bleed for black roses, and mirrors will pay for the rest.
When the door closes, hearts will break. When it happens, this world will be cold.
Yet, somehow, someway, you will hear the same story you have heard from days of old.
You will continue to work and you will survive
When handshakes become a dream...
You will live in my world then. | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 10/5/2008 12:35:58 AM | In the silence of your thoughts, do you wonder?
In the madness of your day, can you hear the thunder?
When the tears fall like ice, do you ever miss being warm?
In the silence of your thoughts, do you ever see the harm?
It could be just one touch, just one taste, just one heart in one place
But the feelings that flow, when you dont know, create sorrow that you cant erase.
Do you ever wonder? | |
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