jace-briggs

no need for masks no cause occulted we're not ashamed, we're not revolted but still in your mind there's this pittering, pattering singing so lightly and mocking yet flattering saying you must be as mad as a hatter -don't listen- what have they done for you anyway? we get it, change is not undaunting but who said change? with change left wanting and still in the middle left cringing from frailty, still isolated, still held by what's cradled me, coming of age that must have belatedly shown me so just think of it logically it's just like fam'ly calm and caring apart - a world dark, overbearing and finally a trickle of suns

You get to this point: where all she touches turns to gold, between her fingers hangs your soul, and if she cares, you'll never know. You're not supposed to. If you could see- it's gladly given, gladly taken. She's never wrong, but you're mistaken. with your chest cavity left vacant and that's ok though. I can't forget it. The gorgeous smile, my lack of words and then this feeling, so absurd with beaming eyes, a sigh unheard. What can I do now? I don't think I get it. These feelings soared on satin wings, now chain me down, unsettling just leave me be, to do my things. In peace and broken patience.

Dance, my little puppets, dance they sit there, frozen, all - entranced with eyes glazed over, gaze askance not knowing what she's doing "now watch" explains the puppet master '"I've seen you dance, now please dance faster" through gleaming scenes of alabaster and each puppet - a 'one man show' eluding to some prize unspoken tongue in cheek, focus unbroken her lies like strings, her smiles- false tokens and they swallow all the falsehood a bow and flourish- show continues each puppet through a different venue can't break the string, must tear the sinew and one escapes the scenery with strings now broken, flee the scene you'r

To stroll amongst a field abloom. Its beauty like enduring chorus, brightly beaming, nearly overwhelming in its grandeur. A chorus of a thousand angels, harmonic yet unique. I pass amongst this field unnoticed, a phantom to the flowers. Their beautiful blossoms yearn for sunshine, something I am unable to give. My walk continues unnoticed. Reaching out to touch a petal, it leans askance, avoiding contact for a more pleasurable kiss of sunshine. Thus my walk continues, searching for just one flower I may touch, one I may truly see. I mean no harm. Within this garden, this paragon of mysticism, I remain a ghost left only to be

I tried to look for solace but gave up and I found piece My piece had one shell chambered, close my eyes wait for relief the storm before the calm and an admittance of defeat I chuckle at the spectacle: A depressed man packing heat

He sits within the confines of infinity tortured by his ecstasy he breathes like he feels like he can never get the feeling free immobilized by his freedom torn to pieces by his inner unity he screams "why won't you pity me? why can't the rest of the city see?" A city an abbreviation in one's mind much like a nation without the mental retardation from effects of cheap pop culture culture famed and flaunted by those haunted by their own inabilities sauntered in and watched you breaking apart from the inside with help from your false saviors why won't you read the bible? you've got all your selfish answers but your requests

I'll hold you in my hands again my hands, and not my arms there's no love left, this is the end, try not to be alarmed let me ease the pain you feel come close 'twil be all right you hesitate to think it real masked in dim twilight I cannot give what you'd receive what you wish for the most you've lost your love, so you may grieve but to you I'm just a ghost

listen as the piper plays your body gently, softly sways he whispers silently, he says, "come follow, pay the price" lurch then follow with the tune prancing soft beneath the moon slowly fade and start to swoon "come follow, pay the price" is it doom? our path awaits to hell? or heavens pearly gates? the piper leads, then boldly states "come follow, pay the price" sinister yet innocent the tune is harsh, malevolent but it still draws, and thus i went "come follow, pay the price" is it to our graves we're laid? a memory to slowly fade? was it worth the price you paid? we followed, paid the price

I'm here to entertain, for you and for the smiles I'm here to stand with rhyme and joke with charismatic style these words are woven in and out like pendant on a chain but as i merely said before I'm here to entertain so laugh and think I'm witty that's why I"m here, you see i only ask for more applause "and please, no inquiries" a meek, simple performer i hide behind no bright disguise i speak to you to go to sleep lullabies to paralyze

so we shall see 'cause i like me in liking me i do feel free, I'll dance in all this glee so unprepared, like everyone I'm not yet done lets have some fun the game's not oe'r, the game is won while prancing having fun having fun and playing nice we have no vice just roll the dice for having fun is my life's spice and eating ham fried rice although this rhyme makes little sense do not be tense, ladies and gents while kicking cans, and hopping fence ill try not to be dense