Pain is Forever
Marc Mosko, 1996
Happiness is fleeting.
Pain is forever.
Those moments, special times, when we are joyous are few and far between. We may fondly remember those times, those speckles of color on our mottled canvas. We may plan future convivialities, distant Sirens.
These are punctuations. They do not persist.
Surrounding those infinitesimal lapses of reality, there lies a polyphony of doleful cacophonies. We are creatures of sorrow and misfortune. We struggle to contrive circuitous plans. We strive for the complex, for confusion. Simplicity is foreign among us.
Happiness is fleeting.
Joyous events happen and fade. They drift from memory. We may retell them with conviction, But not with the emotion that accompanies stories of tragedy.
Pain is forever.
No more excuses
Cause you feel no more pain
If it all ends today then i'll be okay Tears are the past you have to ignore no more hurt let your heart soar
I don't hear a sound I don't see anyone all alone all but one If I can't see tommorow than why live today Let it all end today and i'll be okay
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The Next Room
Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Pray, smile, think of me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you - for the interval. Somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
We as people have confined are abilities into what you see in the mirror and contaminated that refection by adding boundaries that we refuse to see beyond.
Do you know: who you really are, what we really are, what our purpose is and where we go after the Temple expires? Have you ever wondered, if there was something more to life then the reality that humanity has created for us? The things that you will learn here have either been forgotten, or forbidden.
“THE MIRROR”
by Stephen Keltie
Look at me closely, and what do you see? What are you seeing when looking at me? My body is weak, I’ve nothing to say Don’t speak: I’m too thin to fight you today A smile and a mask behind which to hide My true colours hidden, locked up inside She seen it coming, she knew from the start Today I became the knife in my heart I’ve been here before, I’ll come here again Why am I different from all other men? My face is a blur as the tears start to flow These feelings are torture, why won’t they go? My eyes, once gentle, now distant and blue I drift on their tides, still aching for you I’ll never be perfect, a distraction, at best This pain day and night will afford me no rest. My body is cold now, the sunlight has gone But I pick myself up and just carry on Adjusting my mask, make sure it looks good Give all the right answers, and smile when you should It helps if I think of a story to tell It keeps me from drowning (my personal hell) Don’t tell the parents, they won’t understand They think “young” and “happy” go hand in hand They talk and they laugh, to them it’s a game! But, knife in my heart, you and I still remain I’ll get myself better, I promise, you’ll see - and by then just think how much stronger I’ll be! A sarcastic comment, oh where will it end? I’m hoping I’ll make it - on that, I depend. Oh, knife in my heart, please be honest with me - what are you seeing when looking at me?
Day by day, hour by hour, trying to wish our way to some better place. Trying to escape ourselves with acts of kindness, or cruelty that others do not understand. Seeking answers, trying possibilities, crying for redemption, fantasizing in abstraction, but still to awaken to find ourselves only still actors in some twisted play, walls still around us. Walls that we, ourselves might have helped place. Walls that slowly take our life away. Walls that drain us, leaving us frightened, and fearfull, lacking energy to fight.
And still we gather up energy to fight again, but once our energy is gone, our prayers unanswered, we are left alone in our torture, dreaming of a sweat state of release, deliverance, ascension or oblivion.
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dirty tricks
i was evil after we stopped dating
i kept thinking i would see her in a bar and she would be intoxicated i would remind her of passion and soon her sweet lips would be pleasing me in the parking lot
then i thought my pleasure wasn¹t a good enough punishment so i would take her back to my apt
and massage out all the tension living in her calves turn her over and suck pleasure into her thighs
engage in her darkest fetishes secrets that have taken months to discover and i would hit on everyone charming all her nerve ending
so the next day she would wake up satiated and wanton with that smirk called desire trembling inside her temples
but in contemplating all her pleasure i realize it isn¹t easy being evil
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Greg Dilley
I collect my wounds, all sorts, some deep, some not. my wounds to my heart, my wounds to my soul, my wounds to my love, I collect them all -
I keep my wounds with me, always, coveted, and closely guarded, I let no one take my wounds away, nor will I let them heal, I collect my wounds.
Banners in the wind, server as a warning to all
. I will show you the wounds you have given me, everytime we meet. I will always remind you of those wounds, you gave me, and I've kept, and I now collect.
I will never let you forget....
When I think we may be growing close, and when I feel your love, My wounds will I present, as a warrior presents his shield, and wields his sword, with intent to maim.
I will never let you forget, that I can never be happy, because of what you have done... to me...
Club Suicide
Welcome to the Club! How much of me have I invented? How much of me becomes real? just like I do, I know that you dream, too. We all crave to die inside. We all crave to die by Suicide We all crave to die sometimes And if only we could... Yes, if only we could! it takes too much patience to be so good but no! I won't change... No, I never, never would Forgive the past mistakes Even though they tell me I should Forget the future Forever is so misunderstood Relax into me, Let me set you free One last breath, and the End I swear will come as a friend No one now can condemn What we two understand Yes, we do understand What no other family can... It is simple, my friends It is simply the end It is Simply Suicide! Suicide!! Suicide!!
WELCOME TO CLUB SUICIDE!! CLIMB THE ROPE! AND TIE THE KNOT! NOW, TAKE A SWING! TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT! TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT!
I'll give you a ticket to ride. If you take it tonight, You can take this ticket to ride! Welcome! Now, come on in! Take a seat at the table, and Deal me in! Take a hand I think i'll let you win! and then, I'll let you do me in! Again.... sweet dreams so complete forever no more just like sleep take a dirt nap tonight. It's just like sleep sweet dreams for-ever sweet dreams for-ever almost sweet sweet dreams for-ever it's in the back of your mind take your best shot and welcome welcome to the club, to night welcome suicide welcome to the club if you're quick, you can climb to the top take my hand i'll help you tie the knot I'll help you take your best shot So, relax into me and let me set you free one last breath and the End i swear shall come as a friend no one now can condemn what we two understand yes, we do understand What no other family can... suicide...suicide...suicide... ...suicide...How much of me have you invented?...suicide...
How much of me now becomes real?
Black Angel Wings
Her last tear escapes, the pain, the struggle, the failure because she knows there is no other cure
A silver object she grips, sweaty but steady Her thaughts from fear it sips.
To her temple it rises, and trigger released, her brain mesmorizes.
The silence and fear broken by the sound, she marks her final spot, Who knows when she will be found.
Child, do not worry about today, Let your Black Angel Wings unfold and fly away.
You have eased your troubled mind, fly away Child, do not worry you will find.
Now escape from here do not be afraid unfold your Black Angel Wings for death is nothing to fear.
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