Untitled 2

Release me out of my jeans
Let me destroy
Did you see the way he was looking at you
Hit him push him do something
I swear to god
If you turn the other cheek then it's over
You might as well die
What good are you to defend yourself
And the pride you carry around your neck
Why should I be quiet
Call me by my name when you are speaking to me
Without me your edge is gone
Without me you'd be scared
Break something this isn't fair
Why should they talk to you like that
No more hour glasses,
I'm allergic to salt water
Let's slaughter all things in a 2 mile radius
Hate is us and if fuels our divine fire
Take another step towards the confrontation
This is my favorite part,
Let's create a way to start
Death is impossible and we are invincible
So there is nothing tougher than our image
I grow fond of the anger stranger than the others
I come when you least expect
Torment is our cause it's a job well done
Torture our opponents we know the world as they know it
Listen to me and do everything that I wish
Then we'll dominate claim privilege to all the things we see
You don't use me enough
I come out to rescue you and this is the thanks I get?
I never get recognized for my brilliance
Only the pain and destruction and the negative effects I cause to the ---innocent
Let the temperature rise, lets get psychotic
Intimidate, get a reputation for being untouchable
And I am the voice of no turning back the strength when you attack
I'm here forever
Never forget I control you
And god gave me the on and off switch
and I use it for your own good
These others do nothing for you
With me we advance, & collect scars, walk tall, & talk about ---whatever we want
I have watched you grow and collect power
Now it's time to use the immortal decisions
And the moment is only half of what we want
The energy is our destiny grab as much as you can
Without thinking about the sand I was given birth to teasing and ---abuse
Now we all face the truth!
Without me you are nothing!
So acknowledge my existence
So you can never distance yourself from the things that keep you ---alive
Sit back and get ready my student
The ride is going to be painful and incredible intense
We walk as two but we will leave as one set of tortured footprints.

Heavenly [Walls] of a Bathroom (Stall)

i want the world
and i want You
i want You right
NOW

perhaps its the way You (touch
my shoulder) or the way
You lick Your [lips] so much:
or better yet how You say
“I want to fuck you until you need a crutch!”

O! how i love when You shove
me into a bathroom wall and grab my crotch:
rip my shirt off and toss it above
and open and close my belt at every notch*
oh how You are such a tease my love!

rub Your tongue gently down my spine
sending tingling pulsations throughout my body & mind
cuff me just like that (it’s quite fine)
your devious eyes and mine are perfectly aligned
i shout for You to “do it already!” as i pine:

drips of Your love juice potion
to slowly roll down the bumps of my tongue
you arch your back and scream in one quick motion
my eyes roll back into my skull as if i had just been hung
(dear god may i never sail this entire ocean)

i must wonder are You just another [beautiful psycho]…
or my perfect (twisted soul mate)
sent to bring me back to life: ohhhhhhhh
never let me go even if You begin to hate
because without You i am no more.

I once loved your emphatic nature

I once loved your emphatic nature
but now I am not so sure…
Perhaps it is your false demure
or better yet your tessiture
(the sound of a siren –
I hope to one day drown).

We once made love in the prelature,
BREAKING the bounds of culture
BREAKING free from all the pressure
but it seems your ONLY goal is pleasure.

your love is fast and premature
expedited like your naked exposure
this is your accelerated-adventure
do not stop just because of this failure!

We simply were not made to endure.
The trials and tribulations of this [enclosure].
So let us toast just so we may ensure.
That this remains the final fissure.

I stand, once again, a lonely figure…
ahead of me though, a quite bright future.
Finally free from any single indenture
or even some form of ligature
(in search of someone who might –
BREAK me free from myself).

Untitled

I was perusing the folder on my computer filled with my writings and came across this old gem. Never could think of an appropriate title for it. God I am a pretentious little shit aren't I?

I scream out a victorious yawp,
From the depths of my viscera chasms.
I am at the crux of my existence.
The travail of all this is supposedly
The transcendental form of life.
My skeletal structure is being masticated,
In the arctic, Lilliputian teeth of this machine.
This primal instinct is ever pervading.
The feeling of raw, unfiltered energy
Penetrates the essence of my being.
The stoma extends to a snout,
My contrivances for chewing,
They acuminate for laceration.
My limbs become stuporous and anesthetized.
They crook, arc, bow, and deviate
From their prior angles.
Finally their curvature sets
Simply to the inverse of their original position.
I gyrate, reel, and undulate,
Suffering from the affliction of a paroxysm.
Throughout my epidermic layer sprout,
Atramentous and ashen tinted vibrissae.
This is the omega rung in my metamorphosis.
With all my vigor and no restraint,
I extricate myself from the belly of the mechanical beast.
To manumit myself from this construct,
And transcend the layers of the Inferno.
I begin to respire...
And the gustation of artless air streams in.
Dynamic energy flows abundantly.
It wafts, waves, whisks, and whirls about me.
Inexorable sensations and cosmic vibrations,
They ring throughout my protoplasm.
I tumble to the clement ground,
And pant out of exultation.

Lost In My Head

Gotta' go mister, your heart gave up
A little bored now and I can't tell you what I'm thinking of
Been living in an ash tray and sucking life out of the air
Moving on and wishing I was anywhere at all
At aaaaallllllllll.

Gonna' carry it a lifetime but you knew everything you had to give
Gonna' chase with light-kind and you don't have a thing to worry for
To worry for

Gotta' a hole in your head too big and leaking fast
For which you don't have an answer
Come down in my world
Get spun around and lose everything else
Because I am naked, I am failing fast
And you never got it back again
Just let it rot inside your head

Because I was cursed by the sight
I was in awe of the sun
And you get left behind, you got left behind
And I got stuck inside myself
And you got it all but figured out
We cave in, in on ourselves.

Go here to listen:
http://mymusicstream.com/molecularvisions/
Note: My friend John is the one singing because my vocal abilities are utter crap.

Pawn

So I wrote a song for the first time in years. I'm going to see if I can go record this at my friend's house. I'll post it if I do. Enjoy.

And I am not your path to glory
I'm just a sallow, sunken thing
You are a certain distraction
And I am not listening

There were times
with our heads against the wall
Those weren't times at all

And I am an architect of empty thoughts
You are a pawn in this game
And how do you get home
And how do you get home
And how do you get home from this
And how do you get home
And how do you get Hoooooooome
And how do you get home from this.

Go here to listen:
http://mymusicstream.com/molecularvisions/
Note: My friend John is the one singing because my vocal abilities are utter crap.

Bloodstained Carpets & Little Lies

Warning to my readers: This is not reflective of me. This is simply inspired by the curiosity I have to know what it is like inside the mind of a sociopath. Hope you can still enjoy.

Kissing lips,
Crashing cars,
Oh my stars...

Gently glide across the hardwood floor
Tiny little creeks of that oak drawn board
The warm rushing water calms me down.
Your bloodstained carpets and holy crown.
Oh how good it felt to destroy your face.

Splitting lips, cracking bones, burning skin.
Oh me, oh may, oh my, where to begin?
Grab the knife and press it gently in.
Tongue slowly licks away the taste of sin.
The reason I do this is for me and my kin.

I start to jump...up and down,
Crush your ribs and your fragile mouth.
Oh how I wish I had done this long ago.
Whacking with my bat, to and fro.
And now it's time for one last go....

The soft whirring of my saw begins at last.
Oh how I wish I could make this last and last.
But now it's time to cut your limbs off,
Head to toe.
Toss your little parts into my garbage, Oh!
Now...forever...you lay to rest...
My ill begotten love...a fucking pest.