Quiet ManTo the quiet man -Quiet Man
Please, stop feeding my soul with your blank stare. I do not know you, you do not know me. So don\'t look at me.
Why do you watch? Does my beauty entice you. Please, you have no buisness with me. Maybe you imagine days of paradise with me in Bora Bora after we wed in a cathedral dressed in white roses. I\'d rather not see that day. We\'ve never spoken, you\'re still silent.
Do you look in contempt? Have I stepped on your foot while passing you on the sidewalk. Forgive me, I mean no harm. Just an accident, probably from my clum
This Moon This NightHer radiance surpasses a brilling light, Of a football stadium this simple night. Clouds spin in a vortex around her body, The heavens are in control oh so calmly. Trees and homes obstruct her beautiful image, Only open eyes can receive her message. She sings a solo in dark and quiet night, Raises man’s dreams to unprecedented heights. Sing along to her voice of elegant grace, Maybe place a smile on that pretty face.This Moon This Night
Security AssuredI am a tree standing tall With no roots to feel secure Nothing to protect myself from any catastrophic fall Nothing to delude myself that I am forever safe. I press against great winds, great fires, Only to one day lose the fight And plumet to the soil. My final resting place. My security assured.Security Assured
I am Not SuperstitiousI’m Not SuperstitiousI am Not Superstitious
I’m not superstitious Black cats don’t mean bad luck Karma won’t make your wins Groundhogs day’s for a schmuck.
Luck and chance mean nothing. Russian Roulette’s a joke, Winning gets you walking Losing means that you croak
Life doesn’t have its wish. Candles with your white cake, They can mean you’re sixish, But you can’t walk a lake.
Held my breath through tunnels, Hoping you will be fine. I’m tolling ev’ry bell, Angels like you must shine.
I’m not superstitious, I haven’t gone cr
Hope and DeathWords came out with an icy breath From a man in a pitch black gown A man in black better known as “Death” announced his word at dawn \"stretch your arm and close your eye it is your time to die heh,your bill is finally due\" So the arms were stretched, the eyes closed and he died but was born anew \"who are you to ignore my word who are you to challenge death I said you die, have you not heard? Now take your final breath\" So the arms were stretched, the eyes closed But it was death who was torn, for with every beat and every word our man was newly bornHope and Death
12 - I Just CannotI can’t believe it. No one can blame me. Everything I temporary believe in… Is gone.12 - I Just Cannot
I can’t conceive it. Why would this happen? It always does, I’m just way to stubborn… To see it.
I can’t conceal it. These traps locked deep in my mind, Show themselves, to where everyone sees… But don’t understand.
These days are the hated past of tomorrow. The memories that are filled with hopeless sorrow. It’s a trap that just controls my fate. It’s a trap but I didn’t get the bait. I can’t relate with this future that lies behind me. The pain I’ve seen
So Good it Never Fucking EndsI looked into a mirror And all I saw was gray I tried to make it clearer But the picture fades awaySo Good it Never Fucking Ends
And you could try to save me But I’d only drag you down So run away while you can As I lay here face down
Well my feelings decay So I’ve locked them all away And I’m so sorry But you’re too late
My caring is so pointless It always seems to end And if this life doesn’t break me It will surely make me bend
My lips are just a muzzle I’ve broke the key in pieces I have never found the answer And it rots my th
Photograph of a DemocracideA white hand on a black arm Reaches forth as if to grasp With brilliant fingers outstretched. Nothing is attained: No reward for patience, No sum of currency, No fruit of tree or vine. Just a dull satisfaction Worn away by years Of shaving one's face with it.Photograph of a Democracide
All of this could be held As irrelevant (Or held to one's throat). Truth hurts more than lies And cliches sound better Before they're written down. This is the way things must be. Since there is no advance made By bickering tirelessly to a corpse, I will rest my case f
Goodbye
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Love and pancake-floss,
Cody C. Gaisser
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"We are not human beings on a spiritual journey...We are Spiritual Beings on a human journey..."
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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"My mind splits in two"
[Death is a standard breach for a complex prize.]
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- Marred with atramentous scars - - Infringed and perforate -
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"We are not human beings on a spiritual journey...We are Spiritual Beings on a human journey..."
~*~imani~*~
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"We are not human beings on a spiritual journey...We are Spiritual Beings on a human journey..."
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