Self (ish) conscience

I've hurt you many times before...
and if you let me, I'll do it again...
just shut the door...
you're standing right in front of it...

There are no white lies...
only misleadings...
could you survive the proof?...
with a spoonful of truth...

I doubt you would...





And when we're alone, now it would seem...
the only exit is this pantomime routine...
rehearsed ad nauseam...
if the feeling becomes a disappointment...
serve me up again in this karmic annulment...

Dancing the waltz of tattered cloth...
beneath the silent sunless afternoon...
create diversions, and I'll make up excuses...
take this innocence hostage, the others can be muses...

But they won't dance...
they will not tolerate...
they carry the burden to their early grave decision...

(pic by *betenoir* )

Dirty, Filthy, Rough...

Asi nos vamos a poner mañana bailando, en el Tentaculo bar, con los sonidos sucios de 'Lazaro Casanova', 'Morgan Young', y los ya conocidos Wero & Monchis...Tony Tee presenta...!!! 3 Dlls antes de las 11:00 - 5 Dlls despues de las 11:00...

nunca falla...

Nunca falla, viendo el episodio No' 25 de "Fullmetal alchemist' 'Words of Farewell', sientes el feeling cuando matan al Teniente Coronel Maes Hughes...pero lo mas desgarrador es escuchar a su hija llorar y quejarse en su entierro... :(



pero no me crean a mi...mejor veanlo ustedes...en español...

Grim reaperance...

Seeping, fallen, broken down and on my knees...
seeking the smell of violets and all I find is laughter...
no sympathy for you, my devil, even with that killer grin...
we are not welcome anymore...

Then we went and broke the ice that froze hell over...
over a bottle of cheap wine and a pack of cigarettes...
you said lie to me, I gladly did...

and for a fake moment in time, you shinned with
inner light and that was the last I saw of you...

We went along the border...
we went along for the ride...
Invading different kinds terrain...
all too lose and none to gain...

And the mood picks up and you begin to fade...
we hear drums in the distant exploding sky...
you were once, but will never be mine...
but that's just a symptom of wasting your time...

I drown out the inner voices, and you drown out your friends...
why have we begun the antibody cleanse, while still carrying disease?...

I disagree...

I, I want to feel blinded...
I won't hear you, I've gone sterile...
and it's only momentary, this addiction to pain kills the killers...

Cry of pain formerly welcome...
now its real, not just a pleasure...
where will you hide now...
the evidence is on the floor and walls...

Now I've got to change...
my methods of escape...
the final tear has been shed...


(painting by...
James W. Johnson...)

Leave...

Options, member of this scar clan...
just because you've seen it here face to face...
it won't consume you...

take a deep deep breath...
point me at the sky and let me fly...

This is empty but not vacant...
you can only fill it up with something of the same shape...

So now we are back to back...
with the one who's knife you've just pulled out...
the red flag is up and waving...
goodbye...

Testing savage ways of consciousness...
putting labels on emotions brought out in sleep...

Now sing that silent tune...
screaming at the top of my lungs for advice on forgiveness...

This love distraction...
causes infrared reaction...
rationed out to keep secure, the endless games that I've endured...

So get off of my cloud...
I can't see past your hair...
we go down together...
or maybe I'll jump off before we hit the water...


(painting by
Shirray Langley...)

Wordless Sanctuary

All my minds are made up...
this time...
before I start to run...
I'll see if you cry black tears...

Ruin is rampant among these hopeless semantics...
where does lust fit in, if it's welcome to stay the night...

I guess we'll never know for sure, unless we open our skin...
don't take it personal, they never do...
but it still hurts...

Run like horses made of glue that doesn't work...
it doesn't stick...
like you, you've never stuck around...
long enough to find out what we have inside that is alike...

refuse reuse of repercussions used by others...
take a look through out the landscape...
is there misery still, even when you have a companion?...
total silence...

Take me to that castle in the clouds...
floating without senses to interrupt our embrace...
no moth, no flame...
just essences...

no more pain, it's been transcended...
no denial of lies is necessary anymore...
no more daddy's little words...

helping out hope is sometimes a hopeless endeavour...
it all depends on the angles you play...
letting the pieces fall where they may...
this time the machinist is too busy to care...

embrace...
take the seductive embrace that is given without prejudice...
there is no morning glory hanging from that tree...
only datura stains on your lips...

La ironia no se perdio...

La ironia no se perdio en mi, ayer observava el documental de radiohead 'Meeting people is easy', y me mofe de que en un pedazo se rieron de el cantante Thom Yorke cuando no lo dejaron entrar a un party, y le gritan 'weirdo', 'creep' y 'why don't you write a song about it?". Y pues esta misma noche, me negaron el acceso al tentaculo bar, y mi primer impulso, fue escribir acerca de ello...jaj...happy B-day a la chica Narda...

list...

- the satyricon and the fragments...

- fullmetal alchemist...thank you dptxman for the episodes...

- Tenaculo bar...