My side of the World

Melting Pot.

Wed, 22 May 2013 19:52:33 -0400

You can only crush something so many times before it becomes a liquid and flows through the cracks of the abyss & down into the darkness of hatred to only be taken over by the soul of the evil & darkness.

Spoken Promise

Wed, 22 May 2013 19:49:40 -0400

We dare you to challenge our response we have spoken, and with no regrets we shall stick to our guns, hold you down with the weight of out word. with the strength of nine million steeds we shall lead the way with strength.

My Farewell Addressed to Her

Wed, 22 May 2013 19:48:17 -0400

In my mind i have accepted such a condition but i could never trick my heart to agree.

As life passed by. my eyes wondered about the endless skies looking for nothing.

Before the horizon could set on our life span, appeared an angelic devil of great identity.

and with her she had a companion. I called to her in attention, with a replied she called.

With in the second of life creation, we where bound by destiny to never leave each other side.

With every passing hour my emotion obtained a feeling of great concern for the well being of another, for her.

With every separating minute a scar of regrettable reconciliation sewed itself into my life line.

I traveled down many passageways with her by myself only to lead her into a trap of indecent pain.

Never could i repair the damage done by the labyrinth of my self conjured lie.

My fault in my home.

Wed, 22 May 2013 19:44:33 -0400

I will gladly be everyone’s demon.

I will be everyone’s gateway to hell.

i will the foster parents for the anger.

the driver of the soul,

the bringer of death,

the delivering blow,

the final voice,

that remaining struggle,

only to bring pain, hate and destruction

of every single happiness that ever lay waste to existence.

none will survive, never to see the light,

doomed to exist in a forever struggle to please ones heart.

Only to fail at all times, down a path one cant hope to follow.

Only to find a thorny road paved with blood of those once lost.

the two year old welcome mat.

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:30:17 -0400

Don’t treat me like your welcome mat,
even though we are quite the same.
Even when you put us out,
we will greet you all the same.
We will even be there for you when you get home,
waiting to clean your feet.
So the next few steps wont be a mess.
No matter what we’ll stick around,
even when the roots sprout from the ground.
Cracking the concrete and through our weaves.
We like it better when you come, than when you leave.
That way we can wipe your feet and make your life at ease.
“Welcome Home” says the welcome mat to your feet.

My Best Friend the Ground.

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 21:29:15 -0400

So far down, he’s a sight.

When I tip like a glass, over the edge i’ll go.

Then the eight second race begins between me, the sky & my flash of life.

With time to grieve, with time to breath,

and a sense of acceptance & relation will flow through me.

like vertical winds,

here he comes my best friend the ground to greet me.

Visit the Canyon.

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 03:11:05 -0400

Was my time always meant to be desolated?

Was the timeline always destine to crumble?

Can my savage anger destroy you with just a thought?

if so,

I hope everything you do disappears before your life reaches it’s cusp.

I hope your life crumbles before your perception.

I hope my wish of your bereavement helps you visit the canyon of jumping colors.

A friendly game of chess.

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 17:50:30 -0400

“let’s play this chess game of life, between me and God, time to test his faith in his hearts place, if his wish is truly grace, i shall succeed in life and win this game. ” -C.w. Talmage

Canyon of jumping colors.

Sat, 23 Jun 2012 23:05:00 -0400

Could such a color destroy a man?

Could such a color imprint in his brain

and grind him down, like water against a rock?

Within due time could it create a canyon?

With walls so high, could it free every man,

if he where of right mind?

To jump,and free his mind of such reminders.

To him such relief could be great because

it would be him, not the color, that lead him to his grave.

-C.w. Talmage

Road of Victory.

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 01:23:31 -0400

Set your goal and begin to go,
head down that road of victory,
show the world what you’re suppose to be,
go ahead and achieve your dream,
at the end of the road of victory.
-C.w. Talmage

Will you be my apocalypse?

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 01:23:02 -0400

Will you be my apocalypse?
Will you be the gaping hole in my life line?
Will you be the savage faith in which we so openly accept?
Will you be Death himself?
If so,
then to you,
I open my heart to destroy.
If not do not stick around to tease my soul.
The need for closer is beyond repair.
-C.w. Talmage

Destruction, Loathing and A Killer Instant.

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 01:22:29 -0400

Rage in a mans mind could never plant a seed of downhill progression,
Could it?
May we ask of the Future?
May we question the progress of our lives?
May we question our own reason for moving forward?
Yes we may,
And with the rage of an iron fist,
we shall slaughter any thought of doubt,
with the sword from God,
we shall behead any sign of dissatisfaction,
And with the magic of the mind.
we shall destroy all that stands in our way of happiness.
-C.w. Talmage

Long gone then a Reminder.

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 18:58:00 -0500

Now from this world he shall departure.

To the next, then to conquer.

Then from that world he shall expire.

To the next, just to desire.

Then from there he will have reminders.

Why he had to departure then thus expire.

Life is a Catastrophe

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 01:07:27 -0500

Life is a catastrophe, but it makes me strong.

It destroys the past while it creates a future.

If the world is round, thing may come around.

But never look back let it surpise me.

until then i’ll for the moment not by the past

he told me to live each day like it’s my last.

I almost forgot.

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 10:25:55 -0500

“Live for the moment not by the past, live each day like it’s your last.”