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The Right To Fall From Grace [W.I.P]

Fuck right off with that
Holding a straight jacket to your chest
Blocking out the sun with your left hand
Letting little bullets of malice seep into your brain
You’re at the diving board
You’ve already knocked on the devils door
When did the placement of your bones and nerves
Dictate that your one of the good guys?

You pick up the local schemes leaflet
Looking at the dolly faced girl like a reflection
The discouragement hits you like concrete
But don’t let the brand of apparatus
The complimentary you both share, deceive you
Your a villain and you can’t hide it
I’ve seen the long line of broken hearts you leave
There’s sick on your collar due to the fact
There’s been no rest until your next voyage
You’re a mess, You’re chaos, You’re a heartbreaker
And call me masochistic but I want to be next in line

Criminals, killers and date rapists parade the bar
But there’s no doubt your the most dangerous thing here
Like a sabertooth entered in a dirt rally
You show your fangs like your still in your element
They come with inflated egos, and knighthood dreams
But leave with a bruised lip and a black eye
There’s no force that can stop you
From having the time of your life
Dancing with shots and scrapping in the garden
Until the dawn shows up and you can’t see straight
Don’t let the condescending tone from the day light
Of well wishes, family advice, and ego driven boys
Make you feel any less larger on our shared earth
Because down here your just scum like the rest of us
You can be dreg you were always born to be

Sly Says [W.I.P]

2 sickies, a overdue bill, and a signed overtime contract
The trifle things that stand bewteen my salvation
I can picture their sullen droped down eyes now
“If only we could’ve done something, IF ONLY”
Well actually there is something you could do
Put away that shitty look you shoot choose to give
When you cotton onto the company I’ve chosen to keep
Oh yeah I didn’t forget, trust me
When we’re arm in arm on hazy nights
And you gave me a little PSA on the dezins I’ve yet to meet
My lovers giving me a warning of their intents
Slit pupiles, forked tounges, dead langauge
But the matter of fact is only this
They’re here, your not
And right now as we slide down the walls
Of the back of the local supermarket
Exchanging catalysts condensed in a consumable
Exchanging blows on behalf of the newest album
They’ve given me the gift of a pulse that keeps on giving
That’s more then I can say about anything else

Oh my new bestest friend in the whole of ever: Sly
She says she was lead hear by the filth that carries in the wind
Sly tells me she cried into a still a dead tuseday noon
And the voices beconed her to come
They were the first voices that talked to her in months
Voices not backed up with another prescription
Sly see, she looks into my eyes
Sly knows i’m a forien object in the ally’s biology too
Sly reckons I could understand the appeal too

Evil

I can imagine you now in your basement
Grinning by candlelight
Picking up and arranging chess pieces
All with our names etched into the sides
Only the diabolical thinking of a puppeteer
Could’ve arranged tonight’s events this way

“Oh what a coincidence!” She exclaimed
“Fancy running into sour-puss here”
As you bump into me, at my local round
There’s nothing coincidental about precise timing
Just the right amount of time after my split
The right balance of loneliness and rational thinking
“Oh I’m so sorry to hear that, but how weird!
I’ve not long split since my fella too”
So now the gaunlets really been thrown
You know your available, and you know I wanna hurt her
I don’t even have the care to play along with the facade
So I just ask “My place or yours?”

Oh man you really are a villain aren’t you?
No a sign of remorse or regret in your eyes
Just a grin of ecstasy as you lead me to your lair
Like a black widow dragging back her prey
You can feel the rubble of foundations in your fingers
You can smell the burning of bridges
It brings you back to life
Returns your skin to it’s natural glow
You got blood on your lips
And sludge pouring out of your eyes
Playing by the rules was never your style
And playing nice was really suffocating you
It gives freaks like us a purpose
So drag me down and give my life meaning

Signs of the devil remain, where you lay your hands
I stain your bleach blonde locks, when I grab your hair
You poison my blood when you bite into my veins
I mark the skin around your neck with my grip
You bruise my face, whenever spasms dictate
Sink your fangs into my limbs
To keep my consciousness in this world
And serve me severed thighs, with your nail line
You scream like the valkyries
As your 4 support beams begin shake
Your entire temple collapses onto me
That filthy grin, only served by a fallen angel
The thought of those we’ve just stabbed in the back
Keeps those spasms going for another second
We’ve seeped into each others blood stream
It’s a pact now, a deal with evil

Looking back on some poems olides (Spoilers wrote a sequel to one of them) and it’s mad how much they tell how I used to view romance like then and now, like the old ones used to be so like armageddony, like every inch of life force was put into these little encounters and there’s a lot less of that now, it’s a lot more fluid and silly :L I think it’s easy to blame it on being jaded and not taking romance seriously anymore, but I think it’s a nice little tell that I put less stock of my happiness in the hands other people and expect it a lot more from myself….. AND DA IN’T A BAD TING JACK

Same old, same old

I’ve been out for whack for a while now
I haven’t had to compete for the affections of a soul
Since man first walked on to land
Let alone a soul as sweet as yours darlin’
But 23 a scary age to be back to step 1
In a world were everyone;s got their stories straight
Well… Just kinda fucked aren’t I?
But we’ll see what I can get away with

Still bummed I didn’t get that haircut in time
This outfit doesn’t suit the full deal on your skull
Did my teeth get any worse? How’s my spot patch?
Now now settle down, you’ll work yourself into a state!
Especially if you keep remembering that lovely smile
That darling way you keep yourself, the cute quips
My feet won’t thaw in time at this rate
Just relllllax and just do you

Because this is day one of taking the renovations
Left in the autumns breeze you’ve been tinkering out back
You got too comfortable on the shoulders of others
Weaned yourself on those stumps you keep in circulation
Your not just living anymore, you only gone and added flair
People recognize that twinkle in your eye
The joy of creation, the joy of owning your brand
I feel like a HD remake on decal clad wheels
Strolling down the streets wrecking hard
Above all I hope you like the new me

Genuinely Nothing

I’m looking like a Topshop still
With the aid of the tail end of the latest hurricane
Trying to beat the rain
In our little wager; a race to the latest cafe
Winters in full swing, and a hot chocy’s calling me
I accept a valiant 2nd place, as I open the door
As come face first into a toasty wall
As I wring out the mop ontop of my head
Typically hours early for BSL class
Might aswell try and pop out some verses

I bump into a family friend
A friendly little reminder of my progress
“Got some gigs, no job, feeling allright I guess”
I reflect after on the answers given
Yeah I guess things are agonisingly allright
In between a crash and the next spike
The culprit for the last one was me girl
Finding a tastier tongue down south
It’s been way too long hence to use that excuse
I dunno how to get up on my own two feet
I guess a good brew in my bellies a start
Get home, have some ice cream
Check the profile for replies, but probably none
In a novel they’ll skip days like these
Neither a dying victim
Neither a lustful symbol
Neither a glamorous Icon
Just another day of not knowing what to do

Current Dating Profile

It’s hard to know why I’m here
I’m just sipping a shake or two
Sinking into the leather I guess
I dunno what to say
What is it any of you cats want to know
Do you really care about my morals?
Do you care about the things I carry on my back?

What do you wanna hear?
I’m kind of funny I guess
People like my hair
I look good in photos sometimes
Do you really wanna know?
Wanna know about all my moles?
How my forehead is a spot hot bead
How I look shit from top down or below angle
How my centimetres my nose is above the average
I look shit in a beard and worse with a stache
I look my best when I let my hair fester in grease
People like to tug on the excess fat on my cheeks
Is there anymore you wanna know?
Anymore then your eyes can tell you?

I like to talk about things
I get excited about the things I love
Excited about love
Excited about art
I’m sorry is that to vanilla for you?
How about the boundaries of time I cross all the time
When I get way to excited about my favourite bands
How I hate I have to hide I love my games as much as your shows
How sometimes I look into the glistening night
And I wonder the magnitudes of ways I can fade away
If I’ll leave anything worth while when I go away
If I fuck it all up can my daughter carry on my wills
The daughter that doesn’t exist with my wife who doesn’t exist
Cos I’m to busy talking about all my favourite films
Way after the coffee cools down
And I talk again about how no one really likes to talk anymore

Then I get sad
I think a lot too I spose
How I spent each night alone
How no one accepts
Then, In the same breath
I’ll pledge to the world, how I’ll never compromise
I’ll never stop my talking, talk talk talk about what the fuck I want
Long after everyone’s already told me to shut the fuck up
Talk about life, Talk about death, Talk about anything
To get my heart and ideas somewhere in the world
Cos I’m shit at writing, can’t play any guitar
And I’ll talk about all the things I could if I could
I just want to talk, talk without an end sight
No “Shut up Switzer” No “Oh my god go away”
I’ll never hush to the suffering in my life, not anymore
No matter if the voices will never go away
I need to talk, I need to get excited
What’s the point of life if we can’t express our tongues
Over some cold brews in the glistening sun

And if you agree
I think you should message me

Only In The Stillness of giants

Only in the stillness of giants
Do the Murmurs or twitches
Really rain the magic down
And I don’t mean the routines
The sip of the ale
The check of the phone
The only movements I can make out
Are the ones in front of me
You whisking your fingers
On the back of my palm
A re-enactment of Swan Lake
In the most minimalistic form
Out exchange; base to the onlooker
But the real actions a few meters below

Cos only in the stillness of giants
Is there a statement to be made
As the web of your fingers meet mine

Flavours (Ver.2, W.I.P)

The day starts of wet and ends up dry
A entire film reels of wallpaper starin’ passes me by
I roll the dice, I spin the wheel on my phonebook
And lands on a name, god knows how it got there

We go for shakes
Trying to grasp why we’ve both left the door ajar
We go for mochas
Step 2, trying to think when we walked past each others door
We go for Ales
That’s when it hits us, fuck it, does it even matter?

You slip me the funds to refill my strawberry overflow
Now hang on, are you aiming to slip into V.I.P access?
Cos at this pace, you’ll soon own the deeds to my house
Well whatever you want, you can do it, and do it in spades
If the next round of banana split’s on you

Well colour me surprised
With Betty’s brand colouring or the more fancy shit
The syrup of your expertly crafted profile
The froth of your fringe has formed magnificently
The sweetness of your grin, the sourness of your tongue
Mixes to create a caramel explosion of impressions
You’ll have to forgive how far back I was taken
It’s rare you find this quality of life, on a chance

Slip a loyalty card in my jacket when I’m in the zone
I’ll carry the idea of diving in for seconds, wherever I may roam
Whatever tastes your concoction will conjure up next
Especially now I’ve added myself to the ingredients
Count me first in line, with my buds quivering like crazy
Just to feel you down the back of my throat again
I’m counting the pennies in my pocket
I’ve calculated the digits on the plastic
No commodity is a wasted expense I assure you
Your my new routine, my entire day hinges on you