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The Crystal Palace

Agonizing hours blend int days,
Morning, noon, and night;
Trivial things, mere details,
Who spends time thinking about
What means nothing to you?

Poisonous clouds infect the air,
Invading and corroding every
Nearby surface, leaving no mistake
Of poisons that come in waves,
Through tunnels and into dark caverns
Stabbing the brain with a bitter, twisted knife.

Through adjustable chambers that
Penetrate and deliver their unholy burden,
Waves of agony and ecstasy burst forth
Drawing another sheep into the fold.

Through turbulent and raging winds,
Passed through beads of glass,
Shrouds of tender death
Freezing all life it meets into dust.

Two shades left of alive
With one foot in the grave
Staggering up and over again
To keep the fire burning still.

A mind encased by fetters,
A body crippled and broken
Keeping the wheel spinning
Without ever slowing down.

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The Great Heep, Or How To Unsuccessfully Hack An Android

Verse
When I saw who was calling
I didn't answer the phone
There was a pit in my stomach
Like I'd swallowed a stone
Collect call from jail
Do I want to accept?
If the tables were turned
Would I be feeling bereft?
Except that the inverse
Had never happened before
You practically live there
Engraved your name on the door

Prechorus
But I'm sick of sliding backwards
Sick of circling the drain
I was the last one in your corner
Tell me, now who will remain?

Chorus
You didn't think I'd go this far
And it's got you quite annoyed
But I can't do this any longer
And watch your future be destroyed
The path I hear you're on now
Strewn with needles, blood, and fuel
Thinking you know better
With your self-diagnostic tool

Verse
You thought you were so clever
With your technology and talk
But the sad truth of the matter
Is you're the bird that lost its flock
I saved your life a couple times
Started your  breathing  when you were blue
But the cats you choose to run with
Will they do the same for you?
A magnet for policemen
This Odyssey that you're on
You're the only one who thinks
Your path in life is any fun

Prechorus
But I'm sick of starting over
Tearing down everything I've built
Your unwillingness to try
Stabs me in the heart up to the hilt

Chorus
You didn't think I'd go this far
And it's got you quite annoyed
But I can't do this any longer
And watch your future be destroyed
You're not the man you used to be
He drowned in shards of glass
You're the one and only android
That self-destructed instead of hacked.

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When the Mind's Eye Is Blind

My exterior passes all tests
So it seems like I’m fine
But something’s amiss
About my unsound mind.

My visions intact
My eyes have always worked right
Except that mentally
I’m without sight.

You want to play a game?
You care to try it out?
If I say elephant
Can you picture its snout?

Concentrating intently
Am I doing this right?
All these mental gymnastics
But my brain won’t bite.

I have to speak the truth
Though to me it’s not a surprise
I can still remember your face
Though I can’t visualize.

Somehow I knew it back then
I felt it right from the start
The impression you made
Was inscribed on my heart.

It’s true I’ve sunk deeper than sewers
Caught up like hair in a drain
When you’re in-it-to-win-it
It’s hard to see you’re insane.

But the memory of you
Was never far from my thoughts
I regret it took me this long
To connect the dots.

If I held out my hand in the dark

Would you know I was there?
Perhaps stop to reconsider
How much it would hurt you to care?

It’s a living hell without your presence
And I can’t handle the heat
I’m stronger when you’re behind me
It’s like my vision’s complete.

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Bulletproof Smile

My inner world is dark beyond measure
Crashing waves
(Crashing waves)
It’s hard to breathe when the water’s up to your neck.
Odds acting against me
Increase the pressure
Endless days
(Endless days)
Copacetic on the outs but inside I’m a wreck.

I scar my face with a smile
So nobody questions me but
This pain
It is determined…
It sits, it waits in silence…
It latches on, distorting truth.

Planted somewhere inside your head
All the thoughts you wish were true 
Never further from the truth
Yet you still think my smile is bulletproof.

Something says I can change
That it isn’t too late…
Stitches take time to heal
But there’s fresh skin underneath
Shiny, pink scars
(Shiny, pink scars)
Harder than before
(Harder than before)
Determined, I fall
I fall
(I fall)

But I rebound with the vitality of a rabbit
Who doesn’t want to die
Before he leaves a lesson
So that someone else can try
To find an answer for the medicine
Curing heartache’s lie


Planted somewhere inside your head
All the thoughts you wish were true 
Never further from the truth
Yet you still think my smile is bulletproof.

And we bow our heads
We walk, do we walk alone?
I slipped, but caught a hand
From a face I didn’t recognize
Then caught a feeling so familiar
I swore I’d seen those eyes before

I wasn’t supposed to walk alone,
If I don’t have you beside me
At least I have your shadow
And every stranger on my way here
Left me feeling alone so,
I shared with them a lie
Coming from my face
Through conventionality’s eye
Every step will bring you closer
Don’t give up before you try.

Planted somewhere inside your head
All the thoughts you wish were true 
Never further from the truth
Yet you still think my smile is bulletproof.

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Hydrophobia

I’m sinking to the bottom now,
The faces slip so far away.
But I do not panic,
I do not stir.
I feel peace wash over me.

Spears of light pierce the surface,
Cascading down,
Giving me one last hold of warmth
Before the cold darkness envelops me.

Voices are muffled, I cannot hear them.
I close my eyes and concentrate.
One final shudder
Then it all goes black
And I find myself outside the gates.

People are wearing black below.
Somewhere in the distance
A church bell sighs.
I ask you not to mourn for me.
Know that I have found my peace at last.

Beneath the surface,
Beneath the waves;
I find my salvation,
I find my rest.”

“It might be lonely at the top, but it’s a far sight worse at the bottom.” -Me

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Freedom Trampled Underfoot

Freedom Trampled Underfoot 2/2/2008

My thoughts are like a shallow grave.
As I sit here and rot, my conscience begins to waver,
I feel my soul begin to wilt.
Oh, woe to those who feel the depths of my calamity.
Cursed are they who fuel the fire of this infernal system.
Black-hearted are the beasts who stalk the halls,
That prey on the weak and feeble-minded,
The forlorn and the forgotten.
Rancid and foul is my predicament, my plight.
Brought on by no less than my own hand,
A mistake much regretted, causing much remorse.
Oh, hellish place, damn thee to hell!
May I never darken the walls of your prison again!

-Written while incarcerated in VCSD Jail.

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Sweet Sirens With Murderous Intentions

Like the siren’s song,
You are drawing me in
Spinning your webs of 
Intoxicating tendrils that
Caress at first, holding you close,
Whispering in your ear,
“We will be together forever.”
Drunk with the ecstasy of her promises,
Enraptured by the feeling of power
Coursing through you.
But the most sinister inventions
Are often hidden behind the sweetest smile.
The soft caress becomes an ache,
Starting at your core and working its way outwards;
Where life once flowed now lurks 
The pallid pulse of death,
And the spiderweb becomes a pit
Of pitch-black quicksand
Pulling you down,
Filling your mouth,
Your lungs,
Blacking out your vision,
Your consciousness,
Sinking into the fathomless oblivion
Of death’s hypnotizing embrace,
But not before you hear
That whisper in your ear
Held tight in a vise
As your blood turns to ice
“I told you we’d be together forever.”

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Scattering the Ashes of a Dream

I had a pair of the most beautiful wings,
But I grew bored with flying
And so I never used them,
Never exercised them or
Stretched them out to feel the
Sun on my back,
That warm glow that lately
I had been too accustomed to the cold
To appreciate as I used to.

I got so used to seeing the world
As a bird would,
Looking down through the clouds,
My heart held somewhere between
Heaven and the endless rapture of
A thousand sunrises and a thousand sunsets,
But when I had been grounded long enough,
My memory of this grew dim.

I would always hear,
“Your wings are so lovely!”
“How ever did you get them?”
“I would just die to have a pair!”
I shrugged all these words off, replying,
“Yeah, I suppose they’re OK,”
Never once realizing the myriad of gaces
Crisscrossed with envy, jealousy, want, and desire.

I had a gift in my wings,
I was special
I was every man’s fantasy
And every woman’s dream
But the longer I had them,
The less special they felt
And the less I desired
To be among the clouds,
Close to the warm embrace of the sun
Where I belonged.

I spent so much time on the ground,
Not caring,
Not remembering,
Forgetting…
So that one day I reached back
To feel one of my wings,
Just to make sure they were there,
And felt it crumble to dust between my fingers
And blow away on the breeze
That I could have been riding on.

Now I wish I could catch an updraft
Or take a nap on a cloud
Or soar as close to the sun
As my strength would permit me
But it’s too late for that now;
I am a man without wings
I was born to fly but stopped caring
And so I doomed myself to forever walk
In the shadows that I could have been soaring above.

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Shadowboxing Tko

I could’ve been a boxer, measuring milligrams per pound
So I’d know exactly what it’d take for a K.O. in the first round
I throw punches in the shadows ‘cuz I’m faster than light
And I’m still making sales in the middle of the night

Your mother says you look awful,
Like you just lost a fight
And don’t forget to set your bones
Or they won’t heal quite right.

I always duck and weave,
Move like a breeze
‘Cuz you can’t hit what you can’t see
And you’d have to search ‘til Hell suffered a freeze
To find the last time someone took advantage of me.

People always want an icon who’s too perfect to hate
My record runs clean, but I’m a real heavyweight
When I’m on my A-game I’m as prolific as cancer
Got the momentum of a freight train and the finesse of a dancer.

You’d better do something about your bloodshot eyes
Before you find yourself the focus of their police lies

I always duck and weave,
Move like a breeze
‘Cuz you can’t hit what you can’t see
And you’d have to search ‘til Hell suffered a freeze
To find the last time someone took advantage of me.

I can cross shattered glass without making a sound
I’ll break your neck three times before you hit the ground
They say that God loves a busy man, the Devil takes the idle
If I acquired any more doing nothing, I’d have my own translation of the Bible.

If you think nothing good comes from a life of crime
Just remember my face when your eyes close for the last time

I always duck and weave,
Move like a breeze
‘Cuz you can’t hit what you can’t see
And you’d have to search ‘til Hell suffered a freeze
To find the last time someone took advantage of me.

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Desolation

I’m in it now,  I’ve really done it this time
And now I’m getting hit by a whole wave of trouble
There isn’t a point in trying to cover my crime
‘Cause everywhere I go I leave a burning trail of rubble.

I promised I’d be good and I meant it when I said it
But these demons of mine were quick in making me forget it.

My sun’s gone out and the sky is burnt
Everywhere I turn I see desolation
No one left to love and nobody to hurt
I hate that I’m the cause of this situation

I found some sharp objects I was sure I’d lost
And used them to carve a big hole in my life
At the time I didn’t much consider the cost
But it’s clear that I’m the one who orchestrated the strife.

I said I’d never do that, God, I meant it when I said it
But this sickness of mine made me hastily regret it.

My sun’s gone out and the sky is burnt
Everywhere I turn I see desolation
No one left to love and nobody to hurt
I hate that I’m the cause of this situation

If I could take it all back, believe me, I would
I’d do everything I can to hold up the ceiling
But apologies from me won’t do any good
And I’m powerless to try and initiate the healing.

I’ll make you proud of me, I swear I meant it when I said it
But the fear I hold inside me is always trying to upset it.

My sun’s gone out and the sky is burnt
Everywhere I turn I see desolation
No one left to love and nobody to hurt
I hate that I’m the cause of this situation