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Bring Me the Horizon

I'm ready to go.
Escape the fate I've brought upon myself.
Bring me the horizon;
Temptation bleeds my conscience.

Push the pedal.
Memories scream.
Leave it all behind.
I'm gone.

Bring me the horizon.
Let the engine roar.
I'll be there in the morning.
That place I need to be.
Away.

Sunset falls on dusty patience.
Indifferent to my perseverance.
My weakened tolerance.

Bring me the horizon;
Let these shadows be left behind.

-James Kelley 2010©


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Castles In the Sand

So many men,
building castles in the sand.

Surmounting the sky...
with the belief,
that they will never die.

A mortal man,
Can not build,
a fortress around his soul.

The tide will wash away,
All that you build...
Even on your longest day.

So,
Why does the pride of man,
Strive to break the soil of the land..
To build,
an empire that will surely rot?

I'd much rather have,
A shack on a rock,
than a castle in the sand.

I'd rather enjoy my life...
with the little I have, 
knowing I lived all that I could.

Than end up battling the tides,
on my last day...
Only to lose a futile fight...
Losing my love to an ocean of night.

So,
Give me twigs and and rope..
I'll build a house of hope.

Give me leaves and hay,
I'll build a roof over our heads today.

A house of loving faith,
A house on a rock..

For he is my foundation...
My Lord, My salvation..

By James Kelley 2010©

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Evil Angel

"Follow me into the sun.
			......Watch me burn."

Light courses through her veins.
I am ablaze 
                     ....in the shadow of her eyes.

Sanctity is lost to our touch.
Primal lust.

"In the arms of madness
			.....we are one.

Evil Angel.
		.....Fly to me, I am yours."

Let her blackened wings spread.

I'll await with my tired soul open wide,
at the gate of our destiny.

"Step into the flames
			....Find me."


-James K 2010©


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Kick and Scream

Hate is awarded by exposure. 
Love is punished by judgment. 
Why does society gravitate toward the negative? 

Darkened rooms and lit screens
full of porno and visions of bloody scenes.

Everyone loves violence,
With wide eyes they watch with gleeful astonishment.

Waiting for the kill shot;
Taking bets on who the victor will be.

It's not society, I'll tell you that.
As far as I can see,
the only victors are gun runners and pimps.
They're the ones making all the capital-

gains off you and your family's remains-
because you let them,
because it's what you asked for.

blood, money, and sex.
Drugs and rock and roll,

You sold your soul.
Now, your asking for... a rebate?

Waiting in line for a free dinner plate.

The Devil has his hands around your ankle
and he keeps tuggin.

Why don't you kick and scream-
and start runnin? 

Because they'll say you're soft?

You're nothing but a frog warming up in a pot.
Too ignorant to know that those flames are hot!

But I'm telling you know those are flames beneath you...
Is the sinner inside you.
You need to jump out
before your death meets you.

-James Kelley 2010©

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Living In a Scripted Reality

"Yea, Let me get a number 5,


					
					...with a large belly, overstuffed with drama."


America lives their life zeroed in on
the happenings of fictitious characters;
Studying every infinitesimal detail.
Doing their best to lose themselves
in the scripted world of prime time T.V

"Who did she cheat on Johnny with?
					
							I don't think Rebecca is really dead."

Everyone is losing their head over fake reality stars,
and what's going on in their beds.


Fueled by dollar menu burritos,
and mainline injections of double espresso frappacinos.

It's just gas poured onto the flame,
This society is stuck on DEAD SLOW mode.
Couch potatoes only move fast to write down
pick 5 lottery numbers;
Praying they get the break 

				...they never earned.

Get quick rich schemes,
and lose 30 lbs in 10 minutes a day lies.
People think they can lose weight 
by ordering "fresca" tacos at the bell.
Fast food is fattening.
Get it through your thick American skull.

This country is beautiful,
We just need to cut through the bull.
And no, and red one won't give you wings.

We're all lost in an immense haze 
of super size commercialism;
STEP AWAY FROM THE T.V
STEP AWAY FROM THE T.V!!
STEP AWAY FROM THE T.V!

And think,

for yourself...


-James Kelley 2010©


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Evil Angel Pt.2

Enthralled in the moment
....I am taken.

Breathe your wicked pleasure.
Speak to my demons.

Lost in your seductive torment,
your hands can do no wrong.

Unmerciful.
Unrelenting.

Bleed me of my inhibition.
Spit it out.

Caress my carnality.
I will fill you.

Move with me.

We will stamp on the rooftop,
of what was once our hell.

For we are our heaven tonight.

Move with me.

Feel me, find you.

Let me tug on the reigns of your volatility.
....We will erupt this eve.

-James Kelley 2010©

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Hate's Lullaby

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU
OR ANYONE ELSE SAYS.

I AM A POET

			AND I'M PROUD.

TRUTH SHALL ALWAYS LEAK FROM MY PEN,
AND I'LL HOLD MY CHIN HIGH;
BECAUSE GOD WILLING

		...I'LL LET NOT A DROP OF WISDOM PASS ME BYE.

BECAUSE I'M A YOUTH WITH OPEN EYES,
I'LL FOREVER LISTEN WHILE THE WORLD CRIES.

AND I TRULY BELIEVE THAT I'M HERE TO 
RECITE HATE'S LULLABY.

ROCK' A BY WARCHILD

		....LET YOUR WEAPONS LIE.

THE DAY HAS COME FOR YOU TO SLEEP.
AND I WON'T REST UNTIL YOU'RE
UNDERNEATH THE FEET

			...OF AN INSPIRED YOUTH.

				

				THE CHILDREN OF FREE THOUGHT.

				WIELDING THE POWER OF THE WRITTEN
				AND SPOKEN WORD.

LET THEM SCREAM THE WORDS.

I WILL NOT BOW BEFORE THE DEVIL'S CURSE
OF IGNORANT HATE.
FIGHT NOT A WAR THAT THAT LETS
YOUNG MEN DIE TO PUT FOOD
ON A FAT MAN'S PLATE.

GO TO SLEEP HATE...
SO OUR CHILDREN CAN AWAKEN.

THESE BOYS AND GIRLS NEED TO KNOW,
THAT LOVE IS NOT FOR THE WEAK

			....AND KINDNESS IS NOT A MINDLESS LEAP.

GO TO SLEEP HATE

			SO OUR DARKENED HEARTS MIGHT
			BURST INTO LIGHT

SO OUR GUILTY CONSCIENCES CAN
MUSTER THE COURAGE TO ASK FORGIVENESS.

SO OUR INTOLERANT FACES MAY
BITE THE TONGUE OF RACIAL DISGRACES.


I DREAM OF A WORLD WHERE LOVE 
IS BLIND, AND COMPASSION SPEAKS FREELY.

I DREAM OF CHIVALRY THAT IS UNDYING,
AND RELATIONSHIPS THAT ARE FOREVER
FLYING HIGH ABOVE CLOUD 9

			...AND EVERYTHING ELSE.

I DREAM LIKE BLACK AND WHITE MOVIES,
HONEST AND INSPIRED

			....WITH COURAGEOUS PASSION.

I DREAM LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF FASHION,
BUT I CAN'T DO IT ALONE.

SO LET HATE LIE

			...SO WE CAN DREAM TOGETHER.

-James Kelley 2010©


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With Each Risen Sun

Lost in the relevance of time,
I beckon the meaning of life;
I call out to the driving force 
that makes me push this pen.

My instinctual capacity to allow 
my body to maintain the inertia 
of this fleshy animation				

				....This spellbound compulsion					
								
						....To seek, To revel, and To cherish					
                                                       All these miracles before me.

 I am forever a child looking at the world with new eyes.
Contemplating the meaning of the simplest
 notions with torrential appraisal,
just because I have the ability to wonder.

The blessing of free thought.

And the gift of companionship;

For, what is an intellectual conversation
				
				...without a partner to share ideas, emotions?
So,
 As you read these words

		....I beg of you, remember:

With each risen sun,
You are blessed with the unknown;
Invoked by providence to take joy
 in discovery and commune with sovereign grace.
-James Kelley 2010©


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Tragedy

Encrypted understanding.
Beckoned initiative. 

Your lies are a tragic remedy
to an oblivious fate.

I welcome chaos,
for I have no sanctuary.

Bleed your aura;
Your color is fading.

Supple emaciation;
Your words choke my reality.

I strive toward the unattainable.

Kiss the illogical,
and suffer cruelty at the hands of
my own weakness.

Release me.

We both,
should have just kept walking.

-James Kelley 2010©


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Wanting

Sometimes I think it's impossible
			....like trying to weld a feather to mercury.

With infinite desire I search the heavens,
hoping I won't lose the drive that I once grasped.

The drive I found when I first met her.
When I first discovered true beauty.

Is that presence lost forever?

That feeling inside I had
		...that wonderment that made me an old soul
				...like a young boy with wide eyes
				....discovering the brilliance of the night sky. 

Pondering so much for the first time.

						Being here
							...alone. Encumbered by emptiness.

I am left wanting.

Needing reassurance that my life 
isn't just a lost song
		....falling on indifferent ears.

The stars are bright tonight

		....and yet it seems,

				....their shimmer escapes me.

And now I'm here sitting on the gate 
of this old pick up, staring at the timeless beauty above.

No longer needing to know the answers to the universe.
I found my answers in love,
I just need her to share it with.


-James Kelley 2010©


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