Is it really that strange that I want to pound my head on the table until I am knocked out? Nothing is changing. I blame myself for the world. Come on, I take one step not enough.
Back, back up for a second. Let me have a minute please...
Now I know the truth of what I saw the other day in the field of weeds. It was my childhood dancing in the rain all while staring at something beyond my own gaze.
Loop it and cut! Around the bend waits a killer and a rush like you wouldn’t believe.
Dump the car and get the moped they wouldn’t expect that.
Worlds run into blue and color me pink for sitting here thinking I was crazy. Turn down that flare it’s too much, you know?
Alright, I’m good. Now let’s continue dreaming shall we? The dreams of you are the ones I like best of all.
Purpose and Reason
What is life without reason? What is reason without a purpose? Worthless is all that lacks reason. Pointless is all that lacks purpose. Every action has a purpose, every reaction has a reason. Like rain falling from the sky we are only here for the blink of an eye. With what we are given we make the most of an already lost cause. What we seek is Purpose, and what we hope for is Reason.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
SPED With a Gun
Where to start with that one, I guess, told to believe in myself from a young age. What was the point of all the lies they told to me?
My mouth is my gun and my words are my bullets...
SPED With a Gun
The kid with the brass knuckles, oh the potential he had. Ha-ha... No I am not the prodigy you have all been waiting and hoping I’d be. I never believed in the words that you told me. I didn’t care to dream about what I could be. I was born a SPED and I will die a SPED. But not just any SPED. I’ll go out as the SPED with a word.
I’ve taken enough and now I’m opening the jaws that I held shut for so long. Down on your knees trembling in agony, all I have to do is pull the trigger. Power to be held in my hand but stemming from my mouth it all comes pouring out.
You can feel the flesh peeling from the bone as the bullet enters the skin. Something more something rough stop your guiltless lust. The blood comes rushing from your wounds like the confession of a cereal killer. Written in blood and tears and so very clear what I held in my mind was something to fear.
Remembrance of this life... Or should I say of this dream of what we could be. Potential laid forth and now covered by my own feet. I’ve come so far but we’ve yet to reach an end. Many more days ahead and many more times of being called the SPED but not just any SPED no, not at all. I’ll be the one known as the... SPED with a gun.
My mouth is my gun and my words are my bullets...
SPED With a Gun
The kid with the brass knuckles, oh the potential he had. Ha-ha... No I am not the prodigy you have all been waiting and hoping I’d be. I never believed in the words that you told me. I didn’t care to dream about what I could be. I was born a SPED and I will die a SPED. But not just any SPED. I’ll go out as the SPED with a word.
I’ve taken enough and now I’m opening the jaws that I held shut for so long. Down on your knees trembling in agony, all I have to do is pull the trigger. Power to be held in my hand but stemming from my mouth it all comes pouring out.
You can feel the flesh peeling from the bone as the bullet enters the skin. Something more something rough stop your guiltless lust. The blood comes rushing from your wounds like the confession of a cereal killer. Written in blood and tears and so very clear what I held in my mind was something to fear.
Remembrance of this life... Or should I say of this dream of what we could be. Potential laid forth and now covered by my own feet. I’ve come so far but we’ve yet to reach an end. Many more days ahead and many more times of being called the SPED but not just any SPED no, not at all. I’ll be the one known as the... SPED with a gun.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Ha-ha, What a Joke...
The days are cold and my mind is numb, so I give you my thoughts of something old.
Maybe I am lost... maybe we are all lost.
And what if they are right? What if I am the loser they claim me to be?
The Joke...
Andrew T Valle (aka A Joke)
Yea that's me, a simple guy and still so complex that this world will never understand him. A social phobe brought to his knees by his own fear of what people think. His heart aches with pain from being alone but he does not falter at his pain. The helpless heart that resides in his chest still beats with the blood that runs through his veins. A dreamer and yet a failure he looks for hope but only finds hate. Starved of love from the world, he has no idea what it is and why it ovoid's him. Ugly is how I would describe him; inside and out a looker he is not. His only hope is of one day finding someone to hold but with every passing day his soul fades little by little. If you were to ask him what he thinks of himself he would respond simply by saying he is nothing more than a joke.
7/2/08
Maybe I am lost... maybe we are all lost.
And what if they are right? What if I am the loser they claim me to be?
The Joke...
Andrew T Valle (aka A Joke)
Yea that's me, a simple guy and still so complex that this world will never understand him. A social phobe brought to his knees by his own fear of what people think. His heart aches with pain from being alone but he does not falter at his pain. The helpless heart that resides in his chest still beats with the blood that runs through his veins. A dreamer and yet a failure he looks for hope but only finds hate. Starved of love from the world, he has no idea what it is and why it ovoid's him. Ugly is how I would describe him; inside and out a looker he is not. His only hope is of one day finding someone to hold but with every passing day his soul fades little by little. If you were to ask him what he thinks of himself he would respond simply by saying he is nothing more than a joke.
7/2/08
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Fake Faces
This doesn’t feel real. This life, nay this game we are forced to play. I don’t think I want to show my hand, not yet anyway. Things just don’t look to good.
I want to walk up to someone new, look into their eyes and know that they are real. I don’t want the lie that they show everyone else. Show me what you have to hide behind those fake eyes.
Fake Faces
It is all fake, we are all fake, we are all lost. I hate what we have become. Simple and corrupt I hate this place.
Fake faces surround us. To the left and to the right we are all hurdled like cattle through our day to day life.
Plastic faces and fake smiles are what I see when they look at me.
An evil grin on these puppets faces as they push and shove to the front of the line.
Fake I am not I speak the truth. I’ve seen what this world can do.
Nearly destroyed by my selfish ways I found a better place...
I want to walk up to someone new, look into their eyes and know that they are real. I don’t want the lie that they show everyone else. Show me what you have to hide behind those fake eyes.
Fake Faces
It is all fake, we are all fake, we are all lost. I hate what we have become. Simple and corrupt I hate this place.
Fake faces surround us. To the left and to the right we are all hurdled like cattle through our day to day life.
Plastic faces and fake smiles are what I see when they look at me.
An evil grin on these puppets faces as they push and shove to the front of the line.
Fake I am not I speak the truth. I’ve seen what this world can do.
Nearly destroyed by my selfish ways I found a better place...
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Walking In a Life (The Beast)
Why do feelings affect my mind in such a way that I can’t control?
It seems I can’t find my place to breathe. Life changes from day to day as new things arise and fall. I will find my place and I will stay strong. Who knows how long I will have to wait. As all the things come crashing down on me, I brace for the pain ahead...
Walking In a Life (The Beast)
Day is a torment on my heart. Night is a dream of what I can't have. The days go by like the blocks of a city street I feel no love, I feel only self hate. Stopping only to daydream of what could be, what would be, if only they had let me. Through the self inflicted haze I see a light, like hope rising from the ashes of a war torn landscape the sun warms my broken heart. But the blood that I have bled stains the pavement red that I tread leaving a trail of blood in my wake; preventing me from forgetting the past and the life that I had once led. Escaping the now blazing sun to a place that is safe. My sanctuary, the place I would even call home, a place that I hate for it is here that I feel so... alone.
It seems I can’t find my place to breathe. Life changes from day to day as new things arise and fall. I will find my place and I will stay strong. Who knows how long I will have to wait. As all the things come crashing down on me, I brace for the pain ahead...
Walking In a Life (The Beast)
Day is a torment on my heart. Night is a dream of what I can't have. The days go by like the blocks of a city street I feel no love, I feel only self hate. Stopping only to daydream of what could be, what would be, if only they had let me. Through the self inflicted haze I see a light, like hope rising from the ashes of a war torn landscape the sun warms my broken heart. But the blood that I have bled stains the pavement red that I tread leaving a trail of blood in my wake; preventing me from forgetting the past and the life that I had once led. Escaping the now blazing sun to a place that is safe. My sanctuary, the place I would even call home, a place that I hate for it is here that I feel so... alone.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
