Decided to share some of ma stuff. *cough*
I apologise for the language at times, and harsh imagery.
Flow...:
Connection is a weapon
to a third dimension
where one is free
An animal alive or dead
they all bleed
and suffer
this long purgatory
through a desolate land that cries for help
whether you're above or below
ain't it humbling to know
we all bleed for humanity
to know we seep of life through our
veins. Raw and primitive
haven't lost what's innate
we trickle like the rivers and the rain
in multi-colour patterns
light reflects, and the red ochre gleams.
like a dream, the bird is free
to know we're all the same
the same colour runs through our pain
like rivers. There's nothing to gain
only to bleed for more pain
and to shut ourselves out for selfish gain
Ain't it humbling to know that when
the red river flows
into ocean's of primitive desire
we walk far and wide
and touch souls;
sands we caress in our finger tips
to add sentience to humanity
all I pray to be
is someone who can bleed and
be set free.
along a path that knows no creed
for the colour red knows not to speak
it seeps, like blind desire
and runs like a hungry killer
beautiful and pure
washes up to the shore
and runs... like life is wilting away.
Criminal:
Need time away, spent doing nothing
Cussing, drinking, swearing
Living the ‘hard knock’ life, and then you die…
They say you sleep until you pass…
It’s crass, I don’t believe it.
The skies are high; the sun is out… all you gotta do is touch the sky
and kiss good-bye to self-condemnation, traps you in a prison
there in our nation and places foreign
we got men drinking, holding a can of soup within their cell,
and praying to Jesus all night long
To know they’re forgiven for being human
and striking out of malice, towards the devil
he sues them, takes them.
Their desire was too great,
and desperation to escape
cut their path through, this way
dug their way out to a brighter day
tried to grab a loaf of bread on their way
and the can of soup rests in their lap for another day
another day, another day, drags on into infinity… eternal purgatory
Self-forgiveness is desolate; no one is there…
you’re isolated in the torture of the mind you flagellate
and attack with every ounce of energy
sweat to know you fly up there, and caress the stars
in your foul imagination
At birth, he takes it away from us
not another day of living here
we never were here
in heaven we lay
peacefully on clouds of harmony
our creativity
was our power of escapism from that purgatory,
and damnation was only found when we came down to earth
can in hand, and life underway
they tell you to live, then abuse you another day
The same deprivation landed you this way
It doesn’t make sense; it’s the tragic anomaly.
A wife beaten, hurt,
bruised to death
last ounce of life she tries to grab
around the neck she holds him tight
a hug too barbarous, a hug too light
leaves a mark, that speaks of death,
her breath gone, ends up in this vast space,
vacuous nothing, that takes God’s place
Condemn her to a hell they create, on earth.
and all she wanted was to live
and live peacefully away from him
and he was abused too as a ‘little one’
clutching on to the remains of a broken childhood
when he sleeps, still is his musty bear in one hand
can no longer hear its sweet cadence
singing him to sleep are the daemons
that condemn him to place
his child in the space
he’s rotten forever now…
Sucking on his thumb,
a gun in the other hand
Sucking on his thumb,
Crying, ‘Mummy, why didn’t you understand?’
The gun was pointed to my head,
and now I sip this soup instead
I lie here motionless, reliving every live memory
like it was yesterday
and yesterday manifests itself in an endless day
imprisons his heart, and there he stays, lays
Sucking on his thumb,
a gun in his other hand
and takes the life of an innocent man.
Innocent two, walking paths of salvation
in the name of the Lord, they pray for redemption
Innocent two,
‘crim’s’ aberration from this journey
the subversion, so one floats below, another screams above
one in ecstasy, he screams and cries
in the clouds, he resides
The other frolics down below,
in gardens of purity, demise he doesn’t show.
In imagination, creativity lurks
like false wisdom, they put him in his place:
‘Sit down, shut up, you have no voice.
Shut up, mother fucker, who do you think you are?
Authority is above your petty arse.
Sit down, don’t rise, we can’t take your supremacy.
We’re one with the one. Just leave us be.’
His imagination takes him free, from expectation
and guilt that rots his clouded mind
the others leave his innocence behind.
Prey:
Attack,
With a weapon of self destruction
Rivers that run...
Ochre seeping blood from tribal desire
Instinctive thirst
To destroy what creates thee...
A mask of ugly barbarity
This isn't me. Don’t you see?
A face of grotesque monstrosity...
To scare you from touching me... breathing on me.
Stay the f**k away from me.
Yeah, I’m a criminal
Turning an innocent into a cannibal
Before my eyes
Can’t control it
Turbulence;
Plane swooping down into a state of demise…
Look at her face
The impurity,
Contamination you denounce
When we sit at the dinner table
The place of the age-old family fable
Others hurt and suffer
Have reason to attack
Me, I’m turning this dream into a nightmare
Just put a gun to my head
Before I kill with insanity
With psychotic abnormality
Doesn’t run through my blood…
Call me as sick as can be
A young child, trapped
In a cage of self-condemnation for nothing
I cuss and I spit
And I rape
Of the pride of freedom
Integrity broken into a million pieces
And when she cries
I know it’s the tears of my disease
Multiplying into adult bigotry
So she can hate the world
And walk depressed down a hall of the
Oppressed, doing nothing to see
That I’m turning my sister into me
f**k it. She hates me…
I feel it.
Other children her age are carefree
Hypocrisy… Ambiguity
The same morals I preach
I abrogate stupidly
Fictitious reality
Want to scream and abuse my family
Can’t stop it…
It haunts me
‘Cause I’m turning my prey
Into a cannibal
Just like me.
One day I’ll be behind bars,
And I’ll love it
And orgasm of guilt released
Ecstatic purity
Unfold my wings…
The fallen angel,
To be a devil
Rising bellow…
Flying in the depths of purgatory.
I'm not depressed... writing is just a release for me, and I enjoy to magnify my emotions, and to sometimes sensationalise and fabricate them.
God bless everyone.
JojoÂ
I apologise for the language at times, and harsh imagery.
Flow...:
Connection is a weapon
to a third dimension
where one is free
An animal alive or dead
they all bleed
and suffer
this long purgatory
through a desolate land that cries for help
whether you're above or below
ain't it humbling to know
we all bleed for humanity
to know we seep of life through our
veins. Raw and primitive
haven't lost what's innate
we trickle like the rivers and the rain
in multi-colour patterns
light reflects, and the red ochre gleams.
like a dream, the bird is free
to know we're all the same
the same colour runs through our pain
like rivers. There's nothing to gain
only to bleed for more pain
and to shut ourselves out for selfish gain
Ain't it humbling to know that when
the red river flows
into ocean's of primitive desire
we walk far and wide
and touch souls;
sands we caress in our finger tips
to add sentience to humanity
all I pray to be
is someone who can bleed and
be set free.
along a path that knows no creed
for the colour red knows not to speak
it seeps, like blind desire
and runs like a hungry killer
beautiful and pure
washes up to the shore
and runs... like life is wilting away.
Criminal:
Need time away, spent doing nothing
Cussing, drinking, swearing
Living the ‘hard knock’ life, and then you die…
They say you sleep until you pass…
It’s crass, I don’t believe it.
The skies are high; the sun is out… all you gotta do is touch the sky
and kiss good-bye to self-condemnation, traps you in a prison
there in our nation and places foreign
we got men drinking, holding a can of soup within their cell,
and praying to Jesus all night long
To know they’re forgiven for being human
and striking out of malice, towards the devil
he sues them, takes them.
Their desire was too great,
and desperation to escape
cut their path through, this way
dug their way out to a brighter day
tried to grab a loaf of bread on their way
and the can of soup rests in their lap for another day
another day, another day, drags on into infinity… eternal purgatory
Self-forgiveness is desolate; no one is there…
you’re isolated in the torture of the mind you flagellate
and attack with every ounce of energy
sweat to know you fly up there, and caress the stars
in your foul imagination
At birth, he takes it away from us
not another day of living here
we never were here
in heaven we lay
peacefully on clouds of harmony
our creativity
was our power of escapism from that purgatory,
and damnation was only found when we came down to earth
can in hand, and life underway
they tell you to live, then abuse you another day
The same deprivation landed you this way
It doesn’t make sense; it’s the tragic anomaly.
A wife beaten, hurt,
bruised to death
last ounce of life she tries to grab
around the neck she holds him tight
a hug too barbarous, a hug too light
leaves a mark, that speaks of death,
her breath gone, ends up in this vast space,
vacuous nothing, that takes God’s place
Condemn her to a hell they create, on earth.
and all she wanted was to live
and live peacefully away from him
and he was abused too as a ‘little one’
clutching on to the remains of a broken childhood
when he sleeps, still is his musty bear in one hand
can no longer hear its sweet cadence
singing him to sleep are the daemons
that condemn him to place
his child in the space
he’s rotten forever now…
Sucking on his thumb,
a gun in the other hand
Sucking on his thumb,
Crying, ‘Mummy, why didn’t you understand?’
The gun was pointed to my head,
and now I sip this soup instead
I lie here motionless, reliving every live memory
like it was yesterday
and yesterday manifests itself in an endless day
imprisons his heart, and there he stays, lays
Sucking on his thumb,
a gun in his other hand
and takes the life of an innocent man.
Innocent two, walking paths of salvation
in the name of the Lord, they pray for redemption
Innocent two,
‘crim’s’ aberration from this journey
the subversion, so one floats below, another screams above
one in ecstasy, he screams and cries
in the clouds, he resides
The other frolics down below,
in gardens of purity, demise he doesn’t show.
In imagination, creativity lurks
like false wisdom, they put him in his place:
‘Sit down, shut up, you have no voice.
Shut up, mother fucker, who do you think you are?
Authority is above your petty arse.
Sit down, don’t rise, we can’t take your supremacy.
We’re one with the one. Just leave us be.’
His imagination takes him free, from expectation
and guilt that rots his clouded mind
the others leave his innocence behind.
Prey:
Attack,
With a weapon of self destruction
Rivers that run...
Ochre seeping blood from tribal desire
Instinctive thirst
To destroy what creates thee...
A mask of ugly barbarity
This isn't me. Don’t you see?
A face of grotesque monstrosity...
To scare you from touching me... breathing on me.
Stay the f**k away from me.
Yeah, I’m a criminal
Turning an innocent into a cannibal
Before my eyes
Can’t control it
Turbulence;
Plane swooping down into a state of demise…
Look at her face
The impurity,
Contamination you denounce
When we sit at the dinner table
The place of the age-old family fable
Others hurt and suffer
Have reason to attack
Me, I’m turning this dream into a nightmare
Just put a gun to my head
Before I kill with insanity
With psychotic abnormality
Doesn’t run through my blood…
Call me as sick as can be
A young child, trapped
In a cage of self-condemnation for nothing
I cuss and I spit
And I rape
Of the pride of freedom
Integrity broken into a million pieces
And when she cries
I know it’s the tears of my disease
Multiplying into adult bigotry
So she can hate the world
And walk depressed down a hall of the
Oppressed, doing nothing to see
That I’m turning my sister into me
f**k it. She hates me…
I feel it.
Other children her age are carefree
Hypocrisy… Ambiguity
The same morals I preach
I abrogate stupidly
Fictitious reality
Want to scream and abuse my family
Can’t stop it…
It haunts me
‘Cause I’m turning my prey
Into a cannibal
Just like me.
One day I’ll be behind bars,
And I’ll love it
And orgasm of guilt released
Ecstatic purity
Unfold my wings…
The fallen angel,
To be a devil
Rising bellow…
Flying in the depths of purgatory.
I'm not depressed... writing is just a release for me, and I enjoy to magnify my emotions, and to sometimes sensationalise and fabricate them.
God bless everyone.
JojoÂ