Sunday, September 16, 2012

TO REMAIN UNTITLED


I’ve been trying to conjure up something
That doesn’t sound too mean
That doesn’t sound too hostile
Or look way too obscene
I want to gain the privilege
Of succeeding well beyond
Any passing judgement
And being more than just some scum
No one’s told me how to do it
I’ve had to learn while on the run
I have these terrors chasing me
Eyeing me through the scope
Readying to pull the trigger
Waiting to beat me to a pulp
One second can be to late
I’ll never make it to my home
I’ll never get another chance
Of showing all that I am good
The only amendments sought
Are the only ones I haven’t got
A time releasing capsule
Might just do the trick
Taking one or two day
Could make things move along
I could gain all that I seek
Maybe really fast and cheap
That’s exactly how it’s always been
We live to suffer while faking a grin
No one to bring pleasure to help us cope
Sometimes people are wacked when they think they are dope
Half can’t be trusted, the rest are insane
All of them should just be flushed down the drain
Not needing to call on others for a helping hand
They’ll just wear you out when you need one to understand

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

A FOREVER DREAMLAND


When I first met you; I was sure we had met before.
I had seen you a million times in my dreams
Every time I saw you I’d tell you my secrets
About how I never wanted to love again
I’d fall in love with you as soon as I’d begin
You’d listen to me; I bet you’d think my ramblings would never end
My heart would start to race; my frown would shift into a grin
Who would have thought we’d be more than friends?

Over a period of time I got to know the real you
All my worries are now in the past
Your smile is like a new day
Joyous carefree and taking me away
You give the sweetest hugs every time you embrace me
Someone so caring and gentle with a heart so true
You’ve survived life with hurt and loneliness by your side.
Your sense of humor is like no other

I told you I’d never leave because of the feelings I have inside.
The ability you have to make me smile
Your laugh is so soft and sweet
I know you like no one I have ever known.
Just looking in your eyes makes me melt inside
And sometimes I wonder what I’d do if I lost you.
Your lips look so soft; soft enough to kiss
If it’s not meant to be, time will remove all guards.

You, yourself relieve me from all pain; your hands are as soft as pillows
I love the way we are together; Meeting you has changed my life
The way you comfort me is amazing; I am never letting you go.
Every time we say good-bye I start to cry
Remember me always and I will never forget you.
We’ve said our good-byes in plenty; too many times
Always think of me and you.
For the time has come, I have to leave you
I’m even too tired to say I love you
Those 3 little words; meaningless all alone
For the love I’ve shown you I’m certain you’ll know
Please take care of my love, I’ll do the same
Off to sleep I must go; a forever dreamland 

Friday, August 31, 2012

SPILLED MILK GOES GOOD



He can still see her smile every time he thinks of her. The way she bit the bottom of her lip on one side as if she had some conscience thought that she was anything but perfection.
The blood; so much blood. It took away from his excitement and comfort of their four bedroom house.


She was perfect for him. With her every breath he felt himself exhaling, when she exhaled, he'd find himself inhaling. 
They were each other's bookend. They completed the shelve and complimented the literature between them. Who could ask for anything more? 
Their children were of immaculate beauty. Her eyes, his strength and their loving ways combined into one magnificent creation. 

He shivered when he remember the night. The night the milk had gone sour. He had just arrived home from his boring flight thirsting for knowledge and tenderness. 
Oh, such a beautiful house it was. 10 acres of wilderness as wild as they were. Hunter green and fire red as autumn slowly approached. 
Not being able to shake the sight from his mind, he stumbles along.

The leaves he glanced to look at were of a deep red, reminding him again of all the blood.
Going nowhere particular, for it wouldn't matter now. The only love he's know is gone and somehow so are their children.

How could this happen? They believed in good morals. They worshipped the planet and everything in it.

"We were good people, damn it," he yelled as he trudged further into the wilderness.
Just then he shoved his hands into his pockets and felt something like a glossy piece of paper. A picture of all the family together sitting around a campfire just a few metre away from where he stood.
Oh no, the ground... where's the ground? He couldn't feel the ground.


"I took a step to far. I should have been paying attention. Where am I?" he yelled, as he slowly descended into what appeared to be a great canyon.

Tending to people's needs that they didn't know and may never see them again. 
"I don't know what I'm suppose to do to make this better, to bring them back. How to I see my family again if I can't do magic?" 
As it grew darker, the further he fell, he heard his name being called.

"Who? Who is that?" he stuttered.
"It me, of course," said the familiar voice in an inquiring way. "What's with you? Why are you laying there with the fridge wide open? You even managed to spill the milk."

That voice got him bolting upwards. "You're alive! Thank goodness you're alive."
He now realized the combination of being exhausted and the smell of sour milk knocked him out cold in front of the refrigerator .
"What a way to wake up," he thought. "The most delightful wake up call of my life. Spilled milk and all."

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

BLACK ROSES & HEARTS ON FIRE

A voice in the dark sounds of heartache aflame 


And memories as hoarse as black roses 


The strangling sourness of fear and of pain 


With the blinding aroma of choices 


In a complete room surrounded alone 


Grabbed by a glimmer of lights 


Risking pleasurable stabbings at home 



With the glamour cuts of the knife



Reciting the moves being bent like the stairs


Of having the unknown friends take ahold


The comforting beasts was intolerant of cares


If not for the devil, my soul they would've also sold



Comprehend things so to undertand


Reach for every desire


I still prefer to have black roses in hand


And my broken heart on fire

Monday, August 27, 2012

MURDEROUS EMOTION

Soundless noise in the light. 

Around every corner, a pair of drifting eyes. 

Speaking many different tongue, but I listen for just one. 

Daring the speaker to unmute, using every possible tool. 

No words have been heard. 

No distance unyearned. 

As for mistakes, only uneducated time is lost. 

The darkness creeps up. 

Still love will not talk. 

Why must it shut me out? 

I felt ever breath, each warm kiss and embrace. 

Why won't it just open up? 

Staring through the windows to love's soul. 

Looking for gold, or riches of any hue. 

Jumping back upon approach.

For now I know what not it told. 

Startling discoveries must be kept silent. 

I will tell you this, love won't be amiss. 

If out to find it, you'll need to be equipped

A sword, a shield, a suit of armour, a  rifle, a knife or a bomb. 

For the target is you and at the sounded blast,

A cherry bomb, it will rip straight apart your heart. 

Rip right straight through and through.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

SUICIDAL HIGHWAY BARRICADE



You can runaway and forget about the world. 

Leaving all the past behind and finding your true self-worth. 

Some may try and stop you, saying that your troubles will just find you. 

Other won't stand in the way, heck, most will give you a push.

You want the sun to stop shining, you want the darkness to go away

Wishing away the pain and torment of each and every day. 

There's nothing wrong with starting from scratch, from jumping the gun or never looking back. 

Just listen to the music, let the beat carry you away. 

The drummer is your heart and your soul riffs away. 

The vocals come from your spirit, it tells you where to turn

When to head on straight and when you need to stop and learn. 

Don't forget the values taught, for they will prevent you from getting caught. 

No one wants to be dragged down by some spineless monkey butt. 

When there's no hope for tomorrow and feeling your the source of curse

It has to get better 'cause it sure can't get any worse.

BESTOWAL OF DARKNESS

I DO NOT OWN THIS IMAGE
I O reflective wall of truth, for thou have saketh me

Restrict the air of thy young, humble dagger. 

O pass through thy blood, taketh of thee thy refreshments of existence. 

O how art thee forgiveth when thy pasture denies purity? 

Thou lectures of cleanliness reap sorrow of thy dove. 

Statue o' stone, thy heart refuses to beat

Taketh troubles, torment whilst the future depletes. 

O mighty rock, thou elder reignin' thy rain o' thee spectacle. 

For seldom rejoicin' our saviour when disaster strikes extreme measures. 

For thoust transparent hope hath no moral compass

Thee only giveth of light is the shining of 'nother dreary day.

No long will thee await, thy heart's will rests for eternity.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

BEWARE OF RICHES

Looking at his reflection in the blade pondering whether he should wear the mark or not. 
Giving into the crowd he decided, the mask would protect his identity. Creeping through the darkness, hearing the leaves crunching below his feet, he sticks close to the treeline so as not to be seen. 
Inspecting the pathway to the rear entrance, he crawls up to the doggy door. 
Sneakily reaching his arm in and up to the lock and turn the handle. 
Slowly he opens the door, intently listening to the faint distance of a t.v. volume slightly too loud. 
Seeing the shadow created by her head resting againt the side of the armchair, he slinks towards the lady that surely should have died years ago from the heart attack. 
"Why didn't she just die? She put up such a fight." he thought when rounding to the corner of the hallway. 
Just steps away from the unsuspecting elder, he assessed his grip on the steel blade. 
"I wish she would have just passed away when she was supposed to. I want what is mine." he thought while clinging to the wall.
He was screaming inside "She threw me out at such a young age, leaving me with nothing to my name." 
"After tonight, I will finally have access to heirlooms and riches before anyone notices her dead. I'm the only one tending to her needs and she doesn't even recognize me anymore." 
He angered himself enough to get his adrenaline pumping and he reach around from the back of the upholstered chair. 
Slicing from left to right, he swiftly moved the knife across her throat. Blood spurted everywhere, gladly he crouched behind the chair taken cover, for as to not be drennched in the old witches blood. 
"Thy deed is done. Finally rid the horror that stood between me and a life full of the finer things." he retorted.



Written by Fancy Khaos

Thursday, August 23, 2012

THE CRACK IN YOU HEART IS ME

To you, I am forever what you believe I am

Yet I can turn you on/off like a switch

I will swallow everything that you are

And start the process all over again

You brought me into your world

There's no way to turn time back

I will never have to sell you

You're already cheaper than a dime 

I'd like to take you on a little trip

But I'm afraid that you wouldn't last

You would turn all the dust in our trail to mud

You knew when we met, our relationship would die

Why did you continue to try

You'll never consume my dreams and hopes

They have been devoured by your love in the past


Written by Fancy Khaos

INSECURITY BREECHES

Standing, watching you drive away

The pain rushes in like a moth toward flames

I can't make sense of the movement

It turns my thoughts to fears

Wishing you had told way back

That you really did care

What you didn't say then has me muffled

Leaving me completely strung out

You waited until now to break all this down?

I can't hold on to hope

You knew that back then

Regardless of whether you are a dear friend

I can't read your mind

I won't assume your next thought

I have someone in my life

Now you wanna talk?

Take me away, Calgon

Throw me a rope

I want to waste away if this reality is no joke

I'm deathly serious

I wish you the best

To be honest, my dear, I must confess

I have told you several ways

If you have paid me mind

Instead of acting like I

Didn't deserved the time 

To always brushed me away

Casting me out with the crowd

You act like your interested in me

Now that I have to turn you down

But wait, did I really?

Have you the slightest clue?

I did wait for you, so what you gonna do?

Try standing still and hold up your sign

If you hold it up high

I will see it on my way by

I will look in your direction

For the slightest of clue

Is it really me you waited for

Or is it just someone else new?


Written by Fancy Khaos

LOGICAL FICTION?


How can a person risk a youth just because they believe it could save everyone who doesn't care? 


Who would trust in a soul that doesn't want to bear the burden of family? 


Casting out their brother, killing their son, all the while remaining on a pedestal 


Respected by almost anyone who trusts in the stories


It's almost like believing the words written on a public bathroom stall.


What if they were the real stories ? 


What if fairy tales had more logic? 


I would not lower myself to such pleasures of walking in the Eden Garden.


Fiction can be fun but to what extent?


Written by Fancy Khaos

NIGHT VISITORS



    Tired and restlessly, drifting in and out of sleep. Hearing crashing and banging, thinking the roof will cave in. Not alert enough to quite know what it was, I yelled loudly for whoever was making those noises at such an hour to stop. They heard and listened, I'm guessing, for there was a long enough silence that I finally fell asleep.

     I then awoke, there was banging and stomping trashing through my living room, trudging back and forth down the hall. I yell "What the hell is going on?" "We working; is ok!" said my landlord. What??? It's 3am, what does he mean “it's okay”? Then I heard some more voices in a foreign language, sounding demanding and bossy towards each other. I scream "GET OUT!!!" at the top of my lungs. "I don't care if you're working; I pay my rent, now GEETT OOOUUTTT!!!"


     Giving in uneasily, they all left. Only to hear, once they closed the door to my apartment, there was knocking. I stayed silent in hopes that the visitor would give up and leave. NO, that's not what happened though. The door opened and closed, footsteps nearing my bedroom. They stopped at the door only for a moment and then the ghost of my past entered my privacy. The place where people only come into invited. The nerve. The only time this person ever entered my room was in my nightmares and now they're here. How is that even possible? They're fictional. This "image" walked over to my vanity table took a seat and reached out and brushed the hair from my eyes. Cringing, I tried to move away but I just couldn't.

     I heard the door open and close again and the banging started all over again, all the while this ghost from my past is updating me with some jibber-jabber of their past events. Shaking my head, hearing a fire alarm in the distance and what I could make out of some emergency service sirens, I looked out the window from my laying position. Cloudy and dark. As I turned to look at the seated evil, I was shocked. They were gone. 


My phone rang and I answered. The voice asked if I was awake yet. "It's 11 o'clock." 

What? It was just 3am, I thought to myself. "Yea!" and ended the call.

    I looked around, everything was fine. I lifted myself outta bed, quite easily, I might add. Venturing out of my room, seeking anyone in my path. No. Everything was secure.


BANG, RRRUUUMMMBBBLLLLEEEE!!! 

Lights were flickering outside my window. Oh my goodness!!! Was it all just a dream? Were the noises I heard only the storm? I wasn't stopping to find out, I had to hurry, and I was late for my meeting. I’d figure it out later, I imagine.

Written by Fancy Khaos

INTERNAL DESTRUCTION


Existence has granted no pleasure

Hiding from shadows under the my bed


Watching them dance ever so close to me


Mimicking everything the wind has said


Gradually the sun will rise


So will the lids of my eyes


I'll crawl from out of the comforts of cover


Getting ready to psyche myself out


My movements have slowed to none


Staring blankly into the looking glass


Wishing the flaws counted were zero to zilch


Finding that the cracks have swallowed me back up whole


Tripping loudly towards my cave of hostility


Knowing it will soon be prepared to start a war


Things will be casted all around the quarters


Belongings wil lay upon the ground strewn


They will never know what has existed


If it doesn't leave this room


I'll shred to pieces any squealers


Tear apart any willing to bring shame to my face


No prisoners of war were ever going to leave this place



Written by Fancy Khaos

HERE'S ONE FOR THE ROAD


I may sound bitter, but it's just an illusion


Open your eyes to see the worms outside


As thick as molasses, the fog from the muskets


Aim, shoot then fire; the ramparts have started


Steer clear of the clearance 'cause you won't get far


By storming the troops: they know who you are


Your hiding spot never changes, they just pretended not to know 


It's a tactic we all will learn as we to go


Enlightening with misfortunes they know to be true


It's always beneficial to have an ally who cares about you


No secretion of serum to cure the tormentor


It's undiagnosed disease that reeks havoc upon it's redemption. 


Pointing blame of such actions on inanimate object


Visions untrue to one's hard work that shant be trusted


More reason to care about the here and the now


The then and the how have killed us as humans somehow.



Written by Fancy Khaos