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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 11/27/2008 4:59:58 AM | Thank You Mad Man, for get'n me to think!!! I Love You, hugs and kisses
Profound
Maybe, This will be?
Definitely
sound in mind
You'll see, some day?!!
Questioned its write, reading
All lines, placed in measured time
Beating, heart, cascading rhythms.
Feeling its touch, tingling my soul
Extra ordinary day
Our Thanks in giving:
We've learned to let the sun shine through the eye pores
Feeling by unconditional love, like children
Succeeding where meant to be, comes everyday
Combine'n two leaps in faith, to One life, of loving
Daily arms, touched in reaching
All special---hugs and a sweep of lips
We've never questioned all this!!!
Everyone else: "Are you sure, you's want to do this?"!!!
He--fulfilling dreams, undreamnt
Me--wake'n his dreams, in reality
Honestly, from the beginning
Openly real
Healing together from the places we remember, that steal
Happiness
Filling pages, for our childrens, childrens, to their forever childs coming
To read
How We fell in Love
In our feeling lives!! | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 11/29/2008 1:44:46 AM | Hamazing, that was... well... Hamazing!
I really loved the line...
Healing together from the places we remember, that steal
Happiness
Filling pages, for our childrens, childrens, to their forever childs coming
To read
How We fell in Love
Maybe it was just me... but that was pretty powerful. Thank you for adding this to my train wreck! heh.
Happy Holidays! | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 12/6/2008 2:25:22 AM | Pictures in my mind daily, show up and I close my eyes.
Voices and memories rush through my world, and I hide the cries.
I know when I have you, and I know when I've lost.
I know when the kiss is real, and I know what its going to cost.
I know how to make you smile and I know what makes you cry.
I know the dagger between us, and I know how you turn it, and I know why.
I taste the pain every day, while you wonder around with your knife.
I trip and fall, and at times wake up in a haze... how is this a life?
Have you ever woken up in the darkness of the night?
Have you ever made a whip of pure emotion, with fire and rage?
Have you bit holes so deep inside of your tongue that you sorta tend to fade?
I have.
I fade while you dream. I bleed while you scream. I cut parts of us away with every, "I dont know.. " that I hear you say. Together we fell so far and so deep, and now... together were killing parts of us, parts that were supposed to keep.
I know when to pull you closer, and I know when to let you go.
At least I thought I did.
She is kicking in the door, as they have recently done.
But I keep hiding in the aftermath, knowing they weren't the...
What the hell am I supposed to do as I bleed before my audiance?
Should I give them a timer? The same one my heart has? The one that will tick...
And call it a wash, on that final tick...
Then I can meet my maker and explain to him my failure and my dreams.
Or He can explain the pictures in my nights... and tell me what they really mean.
Maybe...
Im going to just sit down.
Im running low on blood. You keep figuring it all out. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 12/11/2008 1:19:50 AM | FAIL
*******
There's a voice inside me that tells me to run far away.
I keep hearing it. Keep feeling it. Keep trying to block all it has to say.
Im going mad.
There's a shovel inside me that tells me to bury this one last dream.
I keep seeing the hole, keep feeling it whell up from deep inside of me.
Im going mad...
I cant burry the voice, you rendered my choice a losing situation!
If you fold your cards, then you fall hard, amid a game of lies.
If you keep your hand, Im the fallen man, and we never realize!
I hear that your lost and you dont know what to do.
Yet you dream of white, when you live in the black and blue!!
I cant fix you, and I wash my hands. I cant continue to kill
The things inside, that once were alive, just in hopes of the thrill...
I wont go mad.
Not anymore.
Carry on my wayward friend.
I wont burry the voice, and I wont silence the hole.
Yet, I cant keep dealing with this lack, this denying of my soul.
I was born to be healthy, I was made to be pure.
Yet Im dying while the evil get wealthy, and you remain unsure.
This blade is a damn knife of fire.
Its taking away the feeling, its killing my desire.
Maybe this is what you wanted, but were too afraid to say.
I know you are afraid, far too afraid to walk away.
So I remain the target, I am todays easy hero.
When you fulfill your lust, and its him you trust
Then I can become todays fallen zero.
Shovel and dirt, lies and hope.
Dreams and talks, cries and rope.
This is how we begin our phase of falling down.
No one is here to pick up my pieces. Im the secret clown.
Blast it all and **** the rest. In your heart you know whats right.
I get the damn phone calls... and he gets your ****in night!
How can we undo the damage thats been done?
How can you tell me that it wasnt ever going to be me that won? | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 1/7/2009 1:41:24 AM | Written words about a garden growing so well.
Closed eyes about a life not felt so well.
Flowers sent.
Time lament.
One pawns happiness, escapes the others hell.
Its right for you. Its time for you, and I wish you all the best.
Epic fail, epic trail... and he see's this ending like the rest.
A swinging blade, a broken bottle, and yet another shattered mirror.
How many more signs does it take? "MOVE AWAY, SON!" before it becomes clear?
Ive collected so many daggers that Ive shoved inside my chest.
This one is gone away... the one I admired the very best.
My blood still coats the hilt.
But my tears wont cleanse my guilt.
So I push to walk away.
So I push to awake again.
So I drive my sin away.
Come and save me once again!
Come and save me once again!
You cant, you wont
This is a stone you never wrote.
This is a heart you never knew
This is the me that fled from the you!
Come and save me once again!
Cut my eyes, blind my life
Remove me from my sin.
I see you smile, and it bleeds from my eyes.
I hear you laughing, and it awakens all my lies.
They rush at me, cutting me up and down.
Your happiness isnt reaching me anymore...
Nothing makes a sound.
The silence is walking away. Why to they leave me this way?
I thought I was the one... to empty the guilt.
At the end of the day... when the world is quiet...
Its always my blood that is spilt.
They run back to the ones that keep them. To the ones that make them smile.
The knife runs across my face... I should be forgiven... even after awhile..
You proved to me... you cant save me
How the **** is this pill going to taste? | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 1/7/2009 2:45:48 AM | Variation of such...
Tell her that it wasn't love
Say I tried, say I lied
Tell her I'm unworthy of what she feels inside
Tell her that you heard me say
What seemed right just last night
Simply seemed to fade away in the light of day
Tell her of the countless other lovers whom I tantalized, victimized
Tell her of the many other times I've played this heartless game, just the same
Tell her what I really am is just a cold and empty sham
Tell her anything, but not that I love her...
Tell her that it wasn't love
All we shared, all we cared
Make her hate my memory
Make her glad she is free
Paint me evil, paint me cruel
Say I broke every rule
Make her feel that she's a fool
For her loving me
Don't let her know
Why I must leave her
Why I must go so far away
For if she knew how much I loved her
No power on earth could make her stay
So I must go far away... | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 1/7/2009 4:58:36 PM | Cross -- if I didn't know better, I'd think you've been talking to my ex! This seems to be what we've been going thru for sooo long now. Keep up those awesome writes.... | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/9/2009 2:01:00 AM | | Thank you, ladies! Always nice to know there are those of you that stop in from time to time. | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/14/2009 2:10:35 AM | By request... that it be reposted...
Tanks Angelfire!
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The Best Parts
You told me it was okay, and you promised you wouldnt cry.
Your voice over the phone was choppy, as you explained that we tried.
You said it had to be this way, but you couldnt do it looking me in the eye.
You said it was needed, then you told me to look at the best parts of goodbye...
The best parts of me just walked away
The very best part of my heart, lacked all the words to say
Im sorry, I cant love you. Im sorry, your not the person I want to hold
Im supposed to sit here and dwell, on the best parts like I was told?
You can call it a breakdown, a failure, something you did wrong
You can call me a past mistake a forgotten relationship that went on too long.
But as long as I am here, and as long as there is air inside this space
You can never tell me that my heart has to remove your face.
The very best parts of me are finding it easy to simply walk away.
The very worst parts of me are rising up and finding a few things to say.
The very best parts of me are being ripped out of my life
The very best parts of me... just hung up the phone tonight.
The very last part of me, just tossed in the towel
The very least part of me is screaming this is foul
Every part of me, is holding onto this phone with tears in my eyes
Every last part of me wants you back home and is starting to realize....
The very best parts of me are suddenly gone and on their own
The very best parts of me are placing me on a shelf, to sit here alone.
Maybe one day, I can find out a bit more how this works, and then I can see
That just maybe, deep inside this broken vault, there remains, better parts of me... | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/14/2009 2:20:20 AM | | Sorry... that would be for Hearts Afire. Its late and my mind stops working at midnight, my bad! | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/14/2009 12:47:02 PM | | thanks darlin'! i can relate to every word of that....it's one of my favorites | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/15/2009 1:56:21 AM | There are no words. None. I hear the music in my ears, and I close my eyes only long enough to see the pain. The memories. The I should have's, I could have's... or the ahhh hell's. But they are there.
No words. Nothing to convey to you as you sit across the table from me. Just dreams and mares of a man that cant see straight. As you touch my hands, and you play coy, and take your very best step... Im making a memory of it... because I know one that this will fade away... and in my mirror I will see a smiling face... and you wont be able to make that picture. Not on that day.
And all I want is to see you smiling back at me, in that same mirror.
There are no words.
None. | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/15/2009 8:50:07 AM | Hmm...
where'er you be live scandalously
never let "what if" come to be
Step right up graciously bow so deep
in the other hand your d.ick keep
laugh out loud as in your eyes you see
the effects of your growing old disgracefully
in this small life pack so much
make it not an idle muse
make it rather a dangerous fuse
dont let that ember fade and die
but feed it black powder
make fur and feathers fly
be in the****ight do your worst
like the mighty ocean burst
and whilst the meek sing in the choir
burn their arseholes with your fire | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/17/2009 12:19:41 AM | | Hehe... I really like that, Druid. Well said, my friend, well said! Thanks for the tank. | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/24/2009 1:27:32 AM | Pieces
The phone rings, and anymore... I cringe.
We had our time and I made you smile, during our binge.
We laughed and we loved. I bled so many times.
I held you and I cried, I commited so many crimes.
And I gave you pieces of me...
Pieces I gave that you kept. Pieces you couldn't or wont ever return.
Tell me why I do this. Tell me why you changed me from that man,
Only to see him return again?
I am the piece that you need from day to day
I am the piece that you need, when he lacks the words to say.
I am the piece.
When you cant figure this life out, and when it all looks black.
Im the piece that you look to, to try and get all your smiles back.
When the hole in the wall never gets fixed and you dont understand
Im the piece that gets taken to calm you down and keep you there.
All of these pieces are being taken from me. Im finding it hard to breathe!
Im giving away pieces of me, so you can smile, so you can find a reprieve.
The pieces I gave you, you wont ever use. Your trying to rebuild, so they end up on a shelf of our sin.
I give them away and I prey every day, but the end result is looking the same, Im never going to be myself again.
I cant do it anymore. I give you pieces and the codes and the calls
With it all... I cut and I bleed and you are building a bridge, and Im the one that falls.
Pieces of me are starting to fade away way to fast
At this rate, you will build your bridge and I will never last.
Im sorry, this is going to get bloody and painful, but surely you can see
Through all of this, the giant can no longer stand, and there are no more pieces of me. | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/24/2009 1:47:35 AM | The phone rings, and anymore... I cringe.
"you had me at hello"
you know what get's me, bro?
it's mostly the women that don't realize that we're just all people
I've been doing this research for years
if my ass hole wasn't so sensitive, I'd turn queer
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/24/2009 2:37:36 AM | The most loved tool
Im propped up here in the corner, and they teach me to smile.
I used to be a normal life, I used to think of hope, but its been awhile.
Its been 19 years since that dance on the doc.
I dont even know you anymore.
I dont even know me. The gate on my heart has no lock.
The faces of yesteryear flash all around me.
This was my latest realization... the one I failed to see.
Tell me Im supposed to care so much more. Tell me you hate to see me cry.
Tell me you want to see my happiness in store. Tell me about yesterday, and tell me why.
Im too tired to care, and Im gonna go.
Let this be my bad night, let this be the night I turn away from you and I close my eyes. Let this be the one time when I cant allow you to take a piece and I take a step back, keeping this one for myself.
Let this be me.
Then tomorrow comes...
I will hate this write. I will hate that I think I cut a cord with you.
I will sit here and pine away at the thoughts, and wonder what to do.
I will pace the floor
While you sit behind your closed door.
Then, when the sun wakens me, I will start to see that I was the fool
The game will play itself out, again I remain, the most loved tool... | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 1/24/2009 11:43:59 PM | Hahahaha... Brawny... that just about cost me a keyboard!!! lol. I hear ya brotha...
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 2/3/2009 10:34:48 PM | I deal with this every day. My mind bakes and Im not sure what to say.
Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me anything. Im too scared to walk away.
I know that I want the white over the black
If I take that step... can I take it back?
I call you and I want. I miss you and I feel this haunt. We die inside.
I want to take that last step, but the fear in me, doesnt know where to hide.
And you cringe, and I sigh.
I dream and we both learn to cry.
... I hear this from you every day.
You are the only one that see's how this record spins.
You are the only one that thinks you have to pay for his sins!
You think I dont wonder and dream? That Im the only one that shoves nails into my brain?
Its the same across the board, this is either how we blow this life up, or how we learn to make it sane.
Wake up!!!! | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 2/17/2009 2:16:29 AM | Hey Skye, thanks hon!
Just one for the voices inside...
I took my life to a dark and lonely place
You can see the road, by the lines on my face.
The look in my eye that learned to kill.
The crest in my voice, when it gets so shrill.
I learned to fly and I learned to fall.
I was there alone, when you wouldnt take my call.
I learned to bounce and I learned to mend.
I became the perfection of my life and my sin.
Then forward I grew.
I forgot the me, and you forgot the you.
The mirror isnt so cloudy now, and the scars are fading away.
The bullet in the pistol doesnt speak so much, rarely having anything to say.
The music still screams in the night, and the bass kicks my life awake.
Yet unlike the me that I was before, I know what the me inside, can actually take.
Gonna take my life to a brighter and distant place.
If we meet again, in this life, you will see the change in my face.
Nice work you did. I will hear you say.
A smile I will wear, as I casually walk away... | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 3/21/2009 2:07:13 AM | The Real Me
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Ive been wearing this mask, for the last 15 years
Hundreds of lines and a million beers.
Ive been wearing this mask.
I wear the mask, so that you wont see
Whats inside thats been sleeping in me.
Yet just like a seed sprouts into a tree
There's something growing in me...
I hoped the mask would last, and you wouldn't see...
The real me.
The real me, thats starting to awake up
The real me, thats starting to shake up
Every part of me.
I used to clown, I used to laugh, hoping just to get by
Now Im losing control, and awakening my soul, no matter what I try!
Cuz the real me, is tired of the mask in me,
Having the fun.
The real me, is tired of being "free"
And away from his sons
The real me, is looking at the mess Ive made
And the real me, cringes at the words I've said...
The Real me
I cant apply the mask, and I feel naked and ashamed
The real me, removed my facade, and took all the blame
He doesnt want the mask, he just wants control
He doesnt need the beer, he just needs my soul
The real me
I tried to hide, but my eyes were turned to black.
I tried to stand, but when I wasnt looking, they broke my back.
I found the mask and it fit so well.
Since dawning it, life has been joyful hell.
But the real me, just woke up and, the real me
Wont put my soul out for sale
Im waking up now, and Im wiping the cobwebs from my eyes.
Im finding a lot of holes in me, and my failures I realize
My accusors are all around my life, only to criticize
Shaking as I stand, I could care less.
Im finally the Real me.
Now to fix the damage and the holes. | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 3/21/2009 6:28:56 AM | Dear Sir.......heehee..........Love You hugs and kisses
Open'd Heart in hands of care
there
the face is real
reflecting a true image
unmasked
revealing
Naked Me, whole!!! | |
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