She kinda looks like me, too, eh?
***Wed. Aug 16, Day 255 *Caution! Counter's maximum reached!* ***
Justyn: Well, I'm debating throwing in the towel on this page, and maybe starting over and some other time, but for now, I think it is best. But, like I always do, I must leave with something good. And so, I give you:
Look into my eyes
Pupils color of ice
Take all your chances
Roll your fuckin' dice
Degeneration bring a tear to your blackened eyes
This is the final descent for the last thoughts of your life
There is no comfort in our tired lives-torment quickly builds inside
The sun sets forever on a world of bitter lies
You hold high the banner of self-deceit
Engaged in the dogma of life, you join the elite
Demonic vultures are feeding on your mind
Now, disarmed of all your pride, you die!
No life in our blood-shot eyes-the blind will lead the blind
The sun sets forever on the non-divine
You mock the weak for not giving you their trust
In your world of make-believe, your statue crumbles to dust
Degeneration rips through your blackened skies
A final descent for the last in line
No joy in our tired lives-the torment still builds inside
The sun has set forever on a world of lies
(Silenced forever, the walls are closing in)
(The key to our own damnation-lies a burial within)
Sit back and watch the lies inhabit you!
"And its his illusions, about what
constitutes the real world, which are
inhibiting him...
His reality, his reason, his society
...these are what must be destroyed."
-Luke Rhinehart, The Dice Man, 1971
You've got the Libyans, you've got the Russians
You've got civilian planes crashing into the oceans
With airports being packed full of terrorists,
and skin-heads being backed up by anarchists
(When are they going to learn?)
Every country has got their own bomb,
with their scientists constantly working on
Chemical weapons made to melt the flesh
so its useless for aid or self-defense
You shoot me, and I'll shoot you
Can we not find anything better to do?
(Who's the loser in the end?)
Better listen to me you son of a bitch,
better disarm those missles sleeping in a ditch
You've got no goddamn right to do the shit you do
The world would feel more alive if it were rid of you
(Of rage and war...)
War is brooding in foreign lands,
missles are launching upon moron's commands
Ambassadors claiming to have tried
and negotiating their country's suicide
Are they prepared to face the end?
Or are they just scared that their race can't win?
(Of rage and war...)
When the guilty throw the first stone
When the innocent are the ones dying
When the world convulses into itself
When fate gives up on us
When all are judged for crimes
When the crime is just being ourselves
When all is lost
When all is gone
when we look to the sky and see that it is empty
When we send hope on a wing and a prayer
When we are defeated
When our blood rains from the heavens
When our bodies can stand no more
When we live our lives regardless
When we no longer care
When we lay our lives on the line
And all we get is -
Crystalized moisture falls to the ground
Frozen, falling, like moments in time
Spilling to the bare ground
I move, jump, and train
Matching my movements to the frigid wind
Becoming cold and unyielding
I fight, not for violence, not for death
But for the sheer joy of it
The clouds darken over me
As the season wears on
It gets a little warmer
But it is all I know
I stay cold, frigid, barren
Frozen, because I cannot let go of
What I have become
I strike like ice
And your blood becomes the same
Frozen in fear by my piercing wind
No
Not ever
Never again
I won't be your puppet
I won't be your pet
I won't be your friend
Cut the fetters that bind me
The shining gossamer rope
Threads at my feet
No more of your games
Your kind words for rape
And hate and sorrow
Because of you, all I feel is pain
Who feels it now?
I shout and scream and cry
My tears mix with sweat
As I'm finally free
Choke you with the strings that bound me
It would never occur to you to listen to the words, would it? What's to be afraid of, you might actually understand.
Now that we're alone at last
There's something I have to tell you
I've got to tell you about the Hell I've been too
When I've cried and screamed
Because of all those things you do
All of this, all of it, because of you.
***
I raise my arms as I scream in pain
As it sears and singes itself into my brain
Everything changes, but its always the same
Never dead, never alive
Underneath this driving rain
It needles inself into me
Each one, feels like its puncturing my veins
All I can do is stand here
Baring my teeth, as my jaws snap open
From all the shivering I've had to do
I scream in pain and rage
The tears stain my face
As I try to claw my eyes out
Fighting the cold inside
I shake with fear
Of what I'll do to me next
Because everything has been denied
Can't run
Your poison's got me
Can't hide
I'm bleeding too much
I look to the sky
Instead of hope
Nails fall from the clouds
Tearing me open
As they splash to the ground
Black and white
Or colour faded
Flpwers, trees, garden
Etched on paper
***
Blood and flesh
Lying quiet
Flowers, trees, garden
Death so still
Flowers bloom
Sun glints off the blade
The sparkling edge
The rain begins to fall
Lightning flashes
Thunder rumbles
I split the rain with the blade
Sparkling
Feet planted firm like roots
Rushing water
Charging over rocks
Petals fall in the wind
Before they hit the ground
Split in half and half again
Standing on a rock
As the grass grows
So do I
The life-cycle begins
Endless cold bites from the spring
A chill wind blows
Bringing frost to my enemies
I know what it means to be free
I've felt the wind through my hair
Felt the sunshine on my face
Felt the warmth of life in me
I know what it means to be free
It means nothing to those who've never felt it
But to those who have...
It is sustenance for life
I know what it means to be free
I was free...once...
I flew through the air
Not caged and oppressed
I know what it means to be free
To do what you want
To think what you want
And not cower in fear of being caught
I know what it means to be free
I'm free now
Free-falling
And now, I'll hit the ground-
A great many thanks goes out to Ryan Martin for his poetry up here, if you cna guess what it is, so much the better for you.
Anywhere but Here:
Stile's Net
Dave Hojak's Place, this is his D2 page, use the links to go to his HP and read his stories!
Digital Blasphemy! Great pics!
This site is NOT worse than StileProject
Lord Kazuya's page. Art there. Its moving soon, though.
My best friend's GoP page. He's still under heavy construction.
Rela's Rest Page. Under construction by the 'Tech Goddess'.
The Directory for this site. It is a good place to go when you are lost, or want to see something that is no longer linked on the Home Page.
Icicle's Palace. She's the Faery Angel.
Leah's Scrapbook. She's just beginning, so be nice and lend a hand if you can!
CelticPandora's page. She's new to the biz.
David's page. You remember him, don't you?
