Piper's Paradox

Never say live

noreply@blogger.com (clicher) — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 19:34:00 +0000

Cowards are those trying to please life;
Never will they ever say die, life torn soul in strife;
Cowards are those, scared of losing it;
Life has never been, and never will be closely knit;
You live the life as an honest soul, with all the dignity;
Equal are those, whose daily food is their serendipity;
Never have you thought of pain, and never will you;
Never faced justice, never will do;
Shunned him for he’s a sinner;
For he dies a thousand deaths, even as he lives;
Life has always been your cup of grape wine;
Never did you think of those, with nothing to say “it’s mine”;
Life has always been your luxury;
Those who suffer, with your sight never will you see;
But there your are pleasing life, for your own feed;
Just for a second, think of him…is there?....there is no need;

cg_a

Bed of Roses

noreply@blogger.com (clicher) — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 20:07:00 +0000

Life is not a bed of roses, it has never been;

Of all the riches and pleasures, I’ve seen;

Life is not a bed of thorns, it has never been;

Of all the sadness and perils I’ve seen;

Is it not worth a life…living it unlived?

People don’t realize…..life’s not about living;

Love maybe about sharing and caring;

But life is about dying and daring;

Who said life is fair and love is sweet;

Stripped and torn bare, betrayal is all you meet;

Dying a thousand deaths, just to live for a moment;

You sacrifice everything, left with no tears to lament;

Braving the odds, and weathering in the storm;

Grief is your best friend and sadness becomes the norm;

Belief is the spark; you’re left to hold on to always;

Just to get yourself burnt, waiting for better days;

Life is a bed of roses; you realize when it’s gone;

With no more petals, and no one to lean on;

cg_a

Castles in the Wind

noreply@blogger.com (clicher) — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 19:52:00 +0000

Never left alone, never left with solace;

Don’t know why, but can’t recognize this place;

These empty roads, all I do is gaze;

Never really understood, still longing for your embrace;

These springs are warm no more;

Truth, it has made my soul so sore;

Grown deaf, by the silence so deafening;

Grown old, life now has little meaning;

But I don’t regret anymore, can’t remember your face;

Never heard before, never can hear what your heart says;

Tried all the time running from the pain;

Built castles with teardrops, all gone in vain;

Will be courageous, if you pretend you’ve forgiven me;

Grown these walls al alone, beyond which I cannot see;

Would still give up anything, to see your face again;

The cold winds and the winter rain;

Is all I can get for a little relief;

For all the belief…….

I’m left with just a little more than grief;

cg_a

Rinsing Rust

noreply@blogger.com (clicher) — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 19:45:00 +0000

Is love just an emotion, with memories tainted;
Somewhere in the corner, this filth with wrath anointed;

Taking its own course, these meandering rivers;
Stretched and battered at all corners, stripped and faded of its colors;

The mind still breathes, least for the sake of its counterpart;
Poisoning itself to its slow demise, how heartless is this heart;

And the song keeps playing, the same guitar gutless;
The same scream inside, ever so melodious with lasting grief it’s blessed;

Moving on…growing more rusted with each right turn;
But how wrong each one is, now there’s no more fuel left to burn;

The sights grown so tired of, always feared to open these eyes;
It’s not the vision, but the perception so dreadful, blinded with bliss in these lies;

They still don’t stop from devouring, every last bit of life;
Relishing the rot and spew with no time to smell, so succumbed to strife;

Smothered by thoughts, gone wasted with all the toxic then so sweet;
Belief’s just one of those pawns, betrayed by life…left dying in retreat;

Has no one found out, life’s already dead punished for its sins;
The gross within doesn’t matter anymore, left with just froth of whatever you were trying to rinse;

cg_a

Realization

noreply@blogger.com (clicher) — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 19:40:00 +0000

A Male Eulogy.

Beg, beg, beg and plead, and be your imploring grand;
Stand on your own proud feet, amidst filth on borrowed land;
As your crippled comrades beseech, lend your weak hand;
Run into oblivion, be sure the hourglass is left with enough sand;

Dream, dream, dream and delude, and don’t ever wake up;
Scavenge the remains, the waste for tomorrow is never enough to grope;
There’s no prayer for the dying, left with a long way to lope;
Better start falling now; it’s a long shallow slope;

Smile, smile, smile and deceive, of the truth never would he believe;
Hide the gray…the truth…the fact, with all the pink you would ever conceive;
Clasp those hands around, shunning from the reality-never would he brave;
Dig your long sweet nails, deep unto his lovely grave;

Cry, cry, cry and howl, never be any less sly;
Drench that dry shoulder, scrounging till better ones come by;
Slithering into absence, spurting out anger as you fade into life;
Wasted them on you, think I’ll keep it for myself-the greed…the hate…the strife;

cg_a

Illustrated

noreply@blogger.com (clicher) — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 19:35:00 +0000

These open roads; so familiar;
Till yesterday became today, you were still a stranger;
These open roads, bring back a flood of memories;
Imbibed in my soul-you’re a permanent crease;
These open roads-of which time seldom talks;
You are now a pain, every night it stalks;
These open roads-even the most gallant perish;
Your thoughts, like weed they nourish;
These open roads-so inviting they may seem;
The silent clamor in me, you still scream;
These open roads-never ending for the lay eyes;
You’ll see the end of it, when my love dies;
cg_a

Paradoxical Newmoon

noreply@blogger.com (clicher) — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 19:31:00 +0000

When I take your hand, and tell you stories I always said;
I feel I’m growing older, the growing pain I’ve always fed;
With my loneliness and sorrow, never really had the final say;
To open my heart, its words and no other way;

Now I feel I’m growing older, and every rose has its thorn;
Seems I’m missing the larger picture, and there rises no dawn;
With seconds ticking away, never knew why life is so slow;
Or is it just the seconds, I really don’t know;

But I feel I’m growing older, the loud nebula around my soul;
Always searching the silence, with no path and no goal;
And everytime I hear the footsteps, the longing becomes unbearable;
Some embrace, some touch or some kiss for all the trouble;

Yes I know I’m growing older, life is no more the same;
All the strengths and the weaknesses have all gone lame;
The soothing anger, the comforting sorrow and the heavenly agony;
Have always been with me, now bitterness tastes like honey;

No, that how it’s been, and I have no words to complain;
Played this game too long, now it’s all the same-the pain and the gain;

cg_a

creeping reality...

noreply@blogger.com (clicher) — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 19:22:00 +0000

This one's about drugs and addiction to drugs.

rising everyday, facing the same old face on the wall;

the panic returns the norm, the norm of being normal;

creeping and crawling scratching every corner, creeping thou shall to strife;

living the slow seconds tick, frantasize all around beholding the second life;

friends, friends no more ;love, love no more ;life, life no more;

longing for the sting, the breath, the lash to heal this wound gone so sore;

seeking the violent peace, clutching to lies - your pinch of reality;

ever so perfect this little dream, straining every inch of the frayed ends of sanity;

weeding out the breakfast, drowning up your lunch, snuffing-in the dinner;

as the steadfast fantasy drips in, truth seems sane only to the sinner;

friends, friends no more ;love, love no more ;life, life no more;

the powdered haze, the divine elixir soothing out all gore;

left with laughter - laughter laughing at your cries – left stranded;

languishing in this paradise, every reason…every logic disbanded;

left in confusion – confusion shaking up your foundation – left helpless;

failing in every attempt to normalize, every thought turning into a deathly caress;

closing in on you - closing out your thought – left longing;

proud of the dream- so realmless, your boundaries now dangling;

the norm returns the panic, the panic of fantasy;

rising everyday, dreading the same old face – alas breached sanctity;

dying every second tick, the deathly calm cleansing the second life – once longed;

slithering into absence with no corners left now, limbo’s way is just straightened;

longing for the peace, the sanity, the touch to ignite the lost fire;

friends, friends no more; love, love no more; life? life’s now a dream so dire;

cg_a