The Addict's Manifesto
I am an addict, I will never change from my ways, call me what you will. You say that I am a criminal, and that you know my words before I say them. But to you sir, I say this:
You say that my crime is that of indifference or angst, but how can one be indifferent about something that one loves as much as I do? Or hate something that one reveres so intensely with every passing moment, whatever it means? My crime is that of curiosity. Like that of a computer hacker, machinist or programmer, using bytes to relate '1's and '0's to a machine that reads "electricity" or "nothing," respectively, I delve into the depth
That First Embrace
As before I knew not, my flesh would just rot,
And accept the world as it meshed I knew not,
of the love inside on that glorious ride,
the center of invisible circus slides,
As you show me that place it reflects in your face,
As around the subject we pace and forever embrace,
My glorious bride as she tries to unhide,
Her perfection is screaming to me as its gleaming.
The glittering sleep is afraid of the steepness of the slope,
And as I try to cope with the fantastical journey,
I find myself learning more about love than I could up above.
But now that I face my cellar, this basement,
I realize that the crease
A Well and a Watcher
Wishing well has overflown,
With the pennies of a million people.
But the wishes never see manifestation,
And they will not ever be seen, or touched.
The people seem to know this,
But when they see that sign,
That water controlled into a fountain,
They scour their possesions for a meaningless sacrifice.
Wishing well has overflown,
With the pennies of a single person.
Always coming back and throwing money,
Into the water for a kind of satisfaction.
Her eyes glance across the surface of the water,
And she notices the reflection,
But it isn't clean or glistening,
And so she walks away.
Wishing well has overf
Redline
Hush little child, your words are absurd,
Your mother's fingers slide around your world,
Mamma's gunna touch your face while you sleep,
Mamma's gunna tuck her baby down deep..
Mamma's gunna know and touch your face,
Mamma's gunna know the special place..
But hey little child I know why you're frightened,
Mamma's gnarled fingers around your neck tighten,
Make you so scared..
Mamma's gunna touch your neck while you're sleeping,
Mamma's gunna know your dreams that you're dreaming..
But hey little child I know why you're frightened,
Mamma's gnarled fingers around your neck tighten,
Make you so scared..
Hush little child, do
To -----
Twinge of pain in my heart,
You walk beside me for an instant and are then gone.
How can I heal from what you've done to me,
When I have to see you each and everyday?
Questions pull at my lips,
But in front of you I am speechless.
How can I move on to other people,
When you are still such a big part of my life?
Regret spills from my eyes,
I wipe it away so you can't see.
How am I supposed to keep my cool,
When you burn so hot within me still?
Remorse triggers deep within my being,
I try so hard to keep it hidden within my shell.
How am I supposed to keep a cool exterior,
When I am boiling dry inside?
Questions spill
Pressured
.
Cloaked intuition, forging forward,
Thought provoking endless dream.
Or fallen shattered splintered starboard,
As it lays there in the stream.
.
And destiny it seems is calling,
Stalling before my teary eye.
So before you catch me as I'm falling,
Tint the thoughts with loosened dye.
.
Ridicule the empty container,
As it lays there staring back.
Remember fallen, this retainer,
Has not always been so black.
.
Disruption
Spasm
.
A single thought, ejaculated,
Forward, naked, into cold depths,
Sparking, lighting the interior,
Note the skeletons there.
.
Forward now, within a second,
You'll be gone, my child.
How brightly you do shine,
With such valor do you strive!
.
How can this be?
How can my children die so fast.
Spawning forward into cobalt steel,
What have I done wrong to induce this?
.
As it drifts now, broken,
Like a feather from a dead dove,
You can see my spine,
Cracking.
.
Disruption
Indiscernible
.
Hear the wind atop the mountain,
Flowing past a rocky gorge.
Gently swelling, liquid fountain,
Sculpted perfection, ivory forge.
.
See the script set in the black stone,
Carved with a flickering flame restored.
Before this altar, crown of bone,
Unlimited power, scratched and whored.
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Watch the gentle, perfect dove,
As she soars above the black below.
Watch the gentle budding love,
As it blooms from out the snow.
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Shredded dreams are scattered here,
Attached to the mind of the dreamer.
Taken truth, it becomes clear,
That an entrail is a streamer.
.
Left for dead, this old faith,
Liquefied and drank to d
Wind-Up Toy for the Masses by Disruption, literature
Literature
Wind-Up Toy for the Masses
Wind-up Toy for the Masses
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Curtains of red,
How they flutter,
And beckon,
The audience quiets,
The lights go dim,
.
Symetrical announcement,
The curtains draw back,
And release,
Upon the audience,
A quiet foreshadowing.
.
Slighted empty spaces,
A single white sheet,
As background,
Stirs of whispers flow,
Around the theatre bare.
.
Stage's floor opens,
A woman is raised,
Into view,
She is crumpled, broken,
And about her is her dress.
.
Lonely notes chime out,
The woman still lays stopped,
In silence,
She has departed, gone,
And she will again.
.
Piano keys are struck anew,
She slowly lifts her head,
And wat
To -----
Twinge of pain in my heart,
You walk beside me for an instant and are then gone.
How can I heal from what you've done to me,
When I have to see you each and everyday?
Questions pull at my lips,
But in front of you I am speechless.
How can I move on to other people,
When you are still such a big part of my life?
Regret spills from my eyes,
I wipe it away so you can't see.
How am I supposed to keep my cool,
When you burn so hot within me still?
Remorse triggers deep within my being,
I try so hard to keep it hidden within my shell.
How am I supposed to keep a cool exterior,
When I am boiling dry inside?
Questions spill
Redline
Hush little child, your words are absurd,
Your mother's fingers slide around your world,
Mamma's gunna touch your face while you sleep,
Mamma's gunna tuck her baby down deep..
Mamma's gunna know and touch your face,
Mamma's gunna know the special place..
But hey little child I know why you're frightened,
Mamma's gnarled fingers around your neck tighten,
Make you so scared..
Mamma's gunna touch your neck while you're sleeping,
Mamma's gunna know your dreams that you're dreaming..
But hey little child I know why you're frightened,
Mamma's gnarled fingers around your neck tighten,
Make you so scared..
Hush little child, do