Lostinmania's blog: "Subtle"

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My ethanol abyss peeked over the horizon once again With welcoming, tired arms and a broken back Verbally profane troops germinated from the saliva of past dictators That impregnated the porous virgin grounds without foreplay Like a shroom birthed on cow pies Doughty, yet tired they grin in resentment This time without false starts Introductions once again to the tyrant dysentery Lonely waters waiting to serve Hello. Welcome to the slave’s dire misery “Can we come in,” they ask. Solace consumes, yet they stand as busy as bees A salute to our Queen on crutches Neglecting a release for bondage As she serves the waiting cyanide trips Hidden as molasses To the throne! My legion of so-called friends contend The reigning faction of the Kings rise once again known only as the J’s The lonely wolf in a pack’s trial tries twice, maybe three times more Perhaps even more The abrasive words rend silk faces Lend to me my silence In order now, send for Napoleon To conquer this trend in backwashes And isolated stagnant ponds Where the fawn drinks tonight not knowing the dangers A flash! Thunder! Shot through parked legs! The episode commences and ends just as soon Some lost in unrequited adoration for the enemy on stilts and faulty platforms A place where the dizzy fall to their palms and knees “Send, send for my love the steed,” they shout in contest © 2008 James Kelly Evans II

Darling he’s got the red-eye He’s not heading home The last of the makers Shot before the hatch was sewn It’s the freezing that know Internal rollercoaster movie takes hold Hold on victims, hold on darling Rose You’re so fragile, don’t let go Don’t let go, my darling Rose Hands crossed before the metal greeting was on Released before the petals could turn an arctic snow With eternal expressions calling home In their rolling metal tomb One last rollercoaster ride before park hours show Darling he’s got the red-eye No round trip holiday holds After sunset Rose, you don’t let go You don’t let go My darling Rose so fragile Your petals have been pulled My darling Rose so fragile Even water won’t cure This summer drought Thorns stuck in the sides of the faculty Fallen to the Earth’s recycle bin My darling Rose, I’m ashamed dear You let go You let go © 2008 James Kelly Evans II Tell me the meaning of my lyrics from this particular piece and I'll give you 2000 fubucks.

The mad waitresses met to eat of their own poison With rusted bobby pins and overweight bouncers Over a cup of muddy water; amphetamine drinks The weathered added flavor with their own simulated storms Winters are mild here in this controlled dorm With bread shoes of scorn and mold Their aching ankles faking the pauses With cracking joints echoing through the halls A dinnerware symphony took place Forks tapped to glasses of water Knives scraping across plates As the spoons slapped together on knees They were the neo-rednecks in urban huts Curbing their emotions with hepatitis A Cutting at the mutilated cow as blood splatters on face Mad cow, mad cow dancing in its own waste They forked each other like violent silk Spooning in Crisco orgy baths Running hands across searing skin just for a taste A taste of the this now boiling paste Across tables body fluids, draining waste Decrepit beasts hoarding the house supply In foreign crevices and misconceived haze Laughing incessantly Patrons held at bay The only tame Would shrug and shoulder the youth Our eatery of distasteful mazes await They crawl from their waste Back to their stations With backs cracking out aches Before the establishment re-opens © 2008 James Kelly Evans II

Blazing forests lit up the drowning Earth as an orchestra of dancing comets; looming stars and a dying illuminated circle hovered above the redwoods. The once commanded rivers have transformed into rogue children in search of mischief as the clouds dropped altitude and swarmed the global occupants like bees in a garden of pollen rich flowers. The sea serpents will reign once more as the pressuring hands of Damien now have ringed out the islands that once were swollen. Adolescent jesters mock the currents as they in return mimic the Los Angeles street riots. Marshall law has been reinstated by the informal as the firmament cries its bleeding tears upon the steeples. Bleeding souls reach for longevity as the pendulum sweeps lower with each pass as rodents try to devour the potential survivors dressed in black shells before the attacks. The seal on the once secured creed has become broken and tainted as the shallow will of the apathetic have transformed to the empathetic in an attempt to shield the hold. The fields of the abundant have become the grazing fields for the strait jacketed clans that have cut the throats of the astronomers. Long shores have grown shorter as the walks across the land bridge have been broken down by the parasitic molds. © 2008 James Kelly Evans II

The anguish filled in her eyes like a half filled fish bowl Water sloshing around at the crest A saline waterfall filled the hollow caves Created by the eroding flesh in the malnutrition life Eager to walk but scraping like an anchor across concrete She yearned for a water high just across the plateau Beneath the angry summer sun The pasty flesh has been marinated and hung She used to walk religiously to her dorm Where she remained confined With powdered nostrils and a porcelain God That always called after suppertime The aches had manifested and transformed To commiseration for the mischievous sprite In a trading post just outside of the cathedral Blood for wine as she sighed She claimed an act for fame in the halls of regret Around the year nearest the recession of the skin progression She entered with open arthritic hands That would in the future crumble to the touch Her river’s once tame Now scream with raging currents Dying occupants flopping upon her shores Bleached beaches dyed a crimson night Ovaries in exchange for blankets Humanity now sleeps tonight © 2008 James Kelly Evans II

It wasn’t the beautiful peace dove that soared above my mental cloud prior to the catastrophic storm. It was the presence of the crow here tonight that loomed, waiting like a vulture for my demise in a small four walled, white room, overlooking a paradise that was not intended for me. The storm that was to drown out my dreams of consciousness and revive a subconscious nightmare embedded in the roaring tide took control, smashing crimson into the pale sands. My fall into the black abyss had begun surrounded by apparitions and the failed souls who once inhabited this den and the lonely departed who no longer wished to hold hands. They’ve traded happiness for isolation and self-hatred. Miss Misery, yes, she has come and gone. Pulling at my limbs until I said give. We are on an adventure of self-discovery through violent hymns and melodic verses. In each attempt may they be adorned regardless for their efforts made through the poor, abrasive concrete decisions or the smooth ride on freedom’s carpet velour. © 2008 James Kelly Evans II

We ate around noon at a diner With wrinkled waitresses covered in a cigarette perfume While drinking from finger-print riddled glasses And eating from cold sore forks. She hiked her skirt for a larger tip Exposing varicose veins and ingrown hairs. Added flavor to my already seasoned food. I know the cook's behind the counter Rubbing cheese on our toast. That grin isn't homemade. We sat in horror as the specimens Gradually walked through the glass doors. Oozing seams tearing at a glance under false stars Tonight at 2 a.m. the false start at Denny's or is it Lenny's? They do in fact…yes…cheat. Dolores, the name as ironic as it seems Yes, our waitress came back with an open shirt With mounds that did in fact protrude in a manner That implied "Get your buttermilk here." I could see the look in my friend's eyes As he cupped his hands. "May I sample the goods ma'am?" he stated. "I get off at three. Bring a bottle of vegetable oil And Pall Malls." she stated. I was requesting a bit more ash Along with a hint of dandruff in my coffee But she was too preoccupied With her lipstick artwork And after hours decree. …and a final sneeze seals the deal. © 2008 James Kelly Evans II 2:15 AM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos

Standing at the gates of invitation With starry, water island eyes She'll tear down your verbal avocations With introductions through deviation A self proclaimed nurse of healing Halting the persecuted nomads With acts of compassion With acts of fashion Baby, you're just a fox in a lion's cage Just a fox in a lion's cage With a needed distraction And a maze of passion She speaks in sweet tongue Post humorous wines roll off Intoxicating lures they take the bait One last pass before they're landed Pamphlets stuffed with reason Yet they believe it isn't the season Or the beneficial properties for the rich It's a life lived without reason Baby, you're just a fox in a lion's cage Just a fox in a lion's cage With a needed distraction And a maze of passion She's just a fox in a lion's cage Please come before the attraction ©2008 James Kelly Evans II