Wednesday, December 31, 2008

AS I WALK THROUGH THE SHADOW'S TOWARD THE VALLEY OF DEATH,I CHOOSE MY WORDS CAREFULLY AS I TAKE MY LAST BREATH.I WILL NOT FEAR THE REAPER AS I APPROACH THE CRYPT KEEPER.MY WORDS BECOME MY I REFUGE AS I BEGIN TO PLUMIT DEEPER. THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS APPROACHES SEEMING READY FOR A FIGHT,I HURL MY BEST QUIP WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT.I WATCH AS HE STAGGER'S AND FALLS TO HIS KNEE'S AND LISTEN INTENTLY AS HE BEG'S AND HE PLEA'S." I WILL COUNT ALL YOUR SINS AND RELEASE TO YOU YOUR SOUL,AND AWARD YOU A NEW BODY SO THAT YOU MAY BECOME WHOLE. " IN YOUR NEW LIFE I OFFER YOU RICHES,BOUNTY AND WINE,AS WELL AS BEAUTIFUL WOMEN TO FEED YOU GRAPES PICKED FRESH FROM THE VINE". "THOUGH YOUR OFFER SEEM'S TEMPTING I REPLIED..ALL I AM SEARCHING FOR IS TO BE GIVEN BACK TIME TO MAKE UP FOR MY CRIMES." MY WISH WAS GRANTED AND I AWOKE IN THE COMFORT OF MY BED,WAS IT A BAD DREAM?WAS IT ALL IN MY HEAD? OR A GIFT FROM MY SAVIOR WHO HAD DONE WHAT HE SAID,HE HAD DIED FOR MY SINS SO THAT I MAY BE FORGIVEN AND RELEASED ME FROM HELL TO STAND BESIDE HIM IN HEAVEN...

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

WALKING A TIGHT ROPE,AN ELECTRIC WIRE,THE CURRENT RACES THROUGH ME ALL I CAN FEEL IS FIRE..MY BLOOD BEGINS TO BOIL,MY SKIN BEGINS TO PEAL.THIS RAGE THAT BURNS INSIDE OF ME IS ALL I CAN FEEL.ANY MEMORIES FROM A LUCID MIND HAVE ALL BEEN LEFT BEHIND,REPLACED BY THIS MADNESS AND THOUGHTS SO UNKIND.ALL I HEAR ARE THE ECHOES OF VISIONS PAINTED ON WALLS,AS I STARE AT EMPTY PICTURE FRAMES THAT DECORATE THESE HALLOWED HALLS.MY SILENCE DEFENS ME IT HAS BECOME LOUDER THAN A DRUM,I'M A PRISONER TO MY THOUGHTS AND WHAT I'VE BECOME.GUILTY IN MY MIND OF CRIMES I DIDNT COMMITT,WHILE I HOLD THE HANDS OF THOSE WHO ENABLE ME HELPING ME TO QUIT.MY PAIN IS LIKE QUICKSAND BOTTOMLESS AND THICK.BUT I'VE LEARNED TO LIVE EACH DAY SLOWLY AS OPPOSED TO ENDING IT QUICK.I'M WALKING ON A TIGHTROPE BUT IF I JUST STOP AND PRAY,I WILL ALWAYS MAINTAIN THE BALANCE TO GET THROUGH EACH DAY..
THE BROKEN DOWN CLOWN IS A MAN ABOUT TOWN,A BAGABON CON WITH A 100 PROOF IN HIS PALM.YOU PASS HIM IN THE STREET THROWING MONEY AT HIS FEET.DOES HE HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT? OR WILL HE SPEND IT ON A TREAT?HE STARES AT HIS FROWN IN THE PUDDLE ON THE GROUND,THE ONLY TIME YOU SEE HIM IS WHEN THE CIRCUS COMES TO TOWN.A LONELY JESTER IN AN ALLEY AS HE COUNTS TODAYS TALLEY.AS THE WEATHER STARTS TO CHANGE AND THE STORM CLOUDS BRING THE RAIN,HE BUY'S A TOKEN FOR THE TRAIN.HE TIGHTENS HIS BELT AROUND HIS ARM AND SEARCHES FOR A VEIN.HE TAKES HIS LIGHTER TO HIS SPOON,HIS TRAIN WILL ARRIVE SOON.IT'S ALMOST TIME TO RELAX ,ALL HE MUST DO IS SIMPLY FOLLOW THE TRACKS.HE WILL FEEL NO MORE PAIN AFTER BOARDING THIS TRAIN. HE SITS BESIDE A MAN WITH A COLLECTION OF CANS,WHO USED TO SELL ADDS,BUT LOOKS LIKE A SLOB AFTER LOOSING HIS JOB.IS HE DOWN ON HIS LUCK ? OR ANOTHER LAME DUCK?IT'S FOR ALL OF YOU TO DECIDE WHEN YOU BOARD FOR A RIDE.BEFORE YOU CAST YOUR STONE,LOOK AT HIS PAINTED FACE YOU MAY SEE YOUR OWN.WE ARE SIMPLY THE CLOWNS,SOME WITH SMILES,OTHERS WITH FROWNS.WE HAVE A STORY BEHIND OUR MASKS,THIS IS ONE ABOUT ANOTHER BROKEN DOWN CLOWN ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS...