Akuma-Mitsurugi

Well sorrow, well depression, here we are again We've got to stop meeting like this, or perhaps we're better friends than even you yourselves know. We seemed destined to rise and fall with each others failurs and successes. Destined to dance forever in an endless waltz, switching off the lead. Sorrow, you can't seem to unstain my blood from your hands. Somehow I'm such easy prey for you and theres nothing within you to resist the kill. Does the agony on my face and the anguish in my heart thrill you? Does the essence of control and power turn you on? Must joy forever be your mortal enemy? Slapping away my hand whenever I reach for t

What's the purpose? Why do we dream things beyond us? What's the purpose of dreaming something you may never attain? You reach up, clawing at it, stretching for it, trying to lunge yourself up at it, and the beast known as reality kicks you right back down. But that never changes the fact that they're still there. Dream that never go away, lurking beneath the surface, haunting me, longing to be fulfilled, desiring only to be accomplished. Is it wrong to want something? Because the satisfaction doesn't come in the quality of the dream, but in the opportunity, the chance... the chance to be directly involved with something that could only have

It's hazy here. Poison and depression fills the air, covering everyone like a blanket. Scotch on the rocks in hand and a pulse that pumps more than just blood echoing loudly. Everyone nods in understanding and dissatisfaction with some sort of resentment at what cards life has delt them. I nod as well, hurting with a hole as big and deep as the Grand Canyon inside my heart like an unquenchable thirst that will never be quelled. She puffs away, takes another gulp of alcohol and continues singing. I swear she is inside my head tellin' all my business to a room full of strangers that can't condemn but can only nod. It's hot in here and the ste

A channel for politics The channel of lies A channel for pornography And mail order brides A channel for history To hope that we’ll learn A channel for Christianity And one for Howard Stern A channel for auctioning and setting up bids Letting MTV & BET be the one to raise your kids A channel for food, learning how to cook a feast Mindless drones hooked, walking around obese A channel for cartoons, to help protect the kids Turn it to the next one and you’re like “what the crap is this?” A channel for faith A channel for disbelief A channel for strong A channel for the weak A channel for falsities A channe

Closed minded? I'll be that if that's what you're going to call me. If close minded means refusing to compromise and lower my standards to a set of morals that I morally and biblically concieve to be morally absent, then close minded I am. If close minded means to embrace the idea that all life is precisous, even that of an unborn baby before a suction tube becomes the contractions that cause it's birth, then yeah, I'll be close minded. If being close minded means refusing to be like every other stereotypical black man who wants nothing for his self and has no contructive dreams or ambitions, where the only thing he wants to do is be a thu

Close your eyes for a second and let me have you stop and think, see I want you to hear the clink of a hammer hitting a spike, blood spurting inches into the air with each strike. I want you to hear his strangled breath, ragged and worn like a boxer’s after a title fight. Lungs contracting & expanding spasmodically trying desperately to grasp a bit of oxygen and feed it to ravenous energy hungry muscles. In Greco Roman tongues they curse, condemning a man who “is not a crook.”        One more spike, penetrating cartilage between ankle bones. “Hoist him up” they say as the raise him high, setting him on a mockery of

I've taken this trip before, doesn't really matter where, it never matters where. Condemnation amoung tears that cry accusations in release The flashing white lines bring cleansing, dirt forever left behind A voyager leaves his bags behind on this journey, some say foolishly Wishing of never returning Time itself the only resistance, calls for contact denied and ignored. Roll it down to let the healing in and feel it fill my lungs. Silence or stereo doesn't matter. Familiar or foreign. Stop and ask someone how to get to a place that doesn't exist

Verse 1: Beside a tree, there you are              Trying to heal from all your bruises and your scars              A battered heart you try to mend              Hoping that your December will drawn to an end              The stink of death on Autumns breath              Emptiness is the only think thats left Chorus:  But autumns sting don't last all year               I'll be the one to dry up all your tears               Winter's chill is to the bone               My heart will be your warmth and your home               Spring rebirth is in your grasp               And you can be renewed at last               Summer h

Verse 1:            I stare out & it's vasness consumes me,            Comsumes me like my love for you            And just like I know the ocean will always be there            Know I'll always have love just for you            And just when I thought i'd drown in my loneliness            Your love saved me in the knick of time            You wrapped me in your blanket of gentleness            And never let me go Chorus:            And should I abandon this ship of sorrow and dive head first into your arms?            Swim in your sea of happiness that would never do me harm            Float in nothing but ecstacy, wit