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"The Adventure"
The gurgle and giggle of your new love
Struggle to support and buy what you can afford
A kidnapping, a nightmare
Two loves, two doves are gone
A witch , a wretch
Revenge after safety
My father's blade
A sword, or a hatchet
Both are quick
A soft kill, a brutal kill
The house upon a hill
A creek sound, a squeeky voice
A giggle and gurgle
Two doves alive, two loves of mine
An approach
A scream, two scream
A whimper
A tear, and a tear
Safe are the doves
My two loves
A man with a hatchet
A dead witch and two doves
 Ookamimaru · Fri Jul 27, 2007 @ 07:02pm · 0 Comments |
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Hey guys, here I am again with another message. Some of my readers may have noticed that I've not posted many poems for someone who calls himself a psychopoet... I just haven't been in the mood. This blog entry will be a rant. I'll try not to do this too often ^_^;
Help. When someone asks for help, don't just tell them what to do; that's stupid. As highly intellectual beings, it is in our nature to seek understanding. Some of us don't get why we have to do certain things to achieve a positive result.
I like to think of myself as a rather logical individual who likes understanding, and with such, am able to nearly master the concept at hand.
What do I mean with all this gobbley-gook? Where am I going with this? I'm saying that it isn't enough to tell someone because the how isn't really what the other person wants to know, it's the why behind the how.
I fail in math, but I partially blame myself. I also blame the teacher who doesn't understand the material, or can't explain why we do something. In trigonometry, we learn about triangles. Why? Because it is the basis of all architectual concepts. When we understand that when the height of the triangle is directly proportionate to how much stress it can apply to a physics concept, it becomes easier to apply the concept to others on a more complex scale.
Things often build off of one another. Each idea is a building block of another. We learn about the atom before the element, before the molecule, before substance. It is in this that we create fundamental understanding and are brought to a state of ain soph ur when we have to apply such basic concepts to another and can, therefore, say with accomplishment, "I can do this; I understand!"
Telling someone what to do without helping them learn the logistics of it just breeds a fool who will only ask the same questions over and over again. Don't be the bigger fool and create others. Even if it feels like you're holding the person's hand, get over it and help them through something so they can reach an understanding and you won't have to feel upset or sad when they can't do what they did a few moments before.
Ookamimaru · Fri Jul 27, 2007 @ 06:58pm · 0 Comments |
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The World crashing down on me,
Spires once stood tall, now fel'd
Just when I think all is lost
I can feel the ominous toll of a bell
In this time I know all is done
What be the results?
I'm afraid to determine who it was that won
Just too afraid to ask, "What else?"
All the problems I had
All the people that I need
These things had all vanished
But my solution was just a dream
The reality of reality is that things do happen
Who will have the courage?
Will we ever face it?
Or will we act just average?
I cannot really say,
Though I truly wish I could
Things will be okay
That all is where it stood
The monoliths and monuments
Representing what's been overcome
But that was then, and problems stem
From things that were not the sum
Hopefully things will be fine
With careful stratagem
Things will be just fine
I'll try not to be so grim
But I am afraid!
I cannot hide this from myself
To do so is sin
So and so, I cry within.
Ookamimaru · Fri Jul 27, 2007 @ 06:57pm · 0 Comments |
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Blind
Am I blind? No
In fact, I see more than eyes were meant to
Though the sorrow I've bared witness to has caused me to rend my eyes
I still see, more than most, even without my eyes.
Place a dollar on my tongue
I am a withered corpse
Incorporeal is my face, non-existent is my soul
I wonder the world looking for love but find none
Or, at least, love that loves back
Did I love too much?
Did I love not enough?
Such are the demons that rake out my innards
Frustration rips through my being, enchained and humiliated
WHAT the ******** was it all for?!
I'll tell you, you pitiful, worthless clumps of earth
It was for the sake of LOVE.
It is not true that it is better to have loved and loss than to have never had it.
BUT, I could not live without knowing it.
I could not live for anything but.
I lay upside-down on a crucifix in Hell
I prayed for release and it, I received.
Was it love? Yes.
Love was also the maggots swimming through my rotting flesh
I burned eternally, but I am a glutton.
I exchanged one pain for another, but at least it was someone I would spend eternity with.
I was planted in the sinking ground when I was plucked.
Love was the rope of rescue for me.
I was saved, but the rope was nicked...
My love was imperfect for it was blind to me.
Love knew it wanted to be with me, but was without self-doubt
Love was unconfident in itself
Love was two-sided
Love was unknowing
I couldn't understand,
Nor could Love.
I love with my entire being,
Love tried.
Love was like me, but different as well.
It lived in Hell, too.
However, it had no direction
Love was a husk waiting to be filled, and I was a husk waiting for Love
I slit my wrists to show Love I love
I bled and bled, Love didn't understand.
I grabbed my parting breast bone,
I tore everything away.
Amidst the rotting flesh was a petrified heart.
It beat, but cracked with sorrow for every doubt in Love
Would it soon turn to dust? Or would Love heal it.
I cannot say how this ended, but rather dictate how it could:
I could fall into the pit once more, never to be saved,
Love could finally understand that it was loved
We could pretend to be happy, but continue to die slowly
I'd rather we lived truly happy.
If only, if only...
I long for its scent
I long for its taste, its touch
I long to rest my eyes upon Love, but I tore those out
I feel, but love doesn't understand. My soul is rended...
Ookamimaru · Fri Jul 07, 2006 @ 03:54pm · 1 Comments |
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It's been a very long time to say the least sweatdrop ... So, to break into things, I want to post an acoustic version of "The Cursed". The inspiration of the lyrics is from the pain of not having my loved one in my arms. She's away with her dad at the time this is posted. I miss her alot.
Every night, I hurt
Our connection, makes me burn
Incineration, the same as incarceration
My heart is in immolation
When will this stop?! I don't wanna mourn
But we don't give a ******** what it is that I've sworn
I just wanna be with you; it's such that I'd die for
To make us stronger is the core
Of this curse...Oh Lord!
I begin to feel me bleed; how much do you need?
To stay away from me?! Is that where this will lead?
Death is coming! My life is taking leave...
I can wait no longer for you to be with me...
When will this stop?! I don't wanna mourn
But we don't give a ******** what it is that I've sworn
I just wanna be with you; it's such that I'd die for
To make us stronger is the core
Of this curse...Oh Lord!
I begin to feel me bleed; how much do you need?
To stay away from me?! Is that where this will lead?
Death is coming! My life is taking leave...
I can wait no longer for you to be with me...
note: This isn't how I feel about my future wife... I feel that this would never happen between us, when I write songs, I just write down what comes to mind. You'd think, though, I'd be good at freestyle-rapping, but I'm not lol...yeah
Ookamimaru · Mon Jun 26, 2006 @ 02:42pm · 0 Comments |
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"Hesitation and Procrastination: I Hate Thee So" |
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First off, I wanna say it feels great to be online again since my comp crashed. I miss all my friends and hope you all still remember that I exist.
Tears are welling up in my eyes
And I don't know why
Sometimes I can't help myself
It's been a while since I cried
It's been a while since I cried
It's been a while since I...cried
My broken heart is shy
My emotion is like the tide
It comes and goes with moon
To say, " I don't love you" is a lie
To say, " I don't love you" is a lie
To say, " I don't love you" is a... lie
I love you
I need you
Why couldn't I?
Why didn't my conscience let me speak out loud?
Only when I had died
I could only speak these words
I could only say it then
On my death bed
Only at the end do I have the courage to say what I meant
Tears are welling up in my eyes
And I don't know why
Sometimes I can't help myself
It's been a while since I cried
It's been a while since I cried
It's been a while since I...cried
Ookamimaru · Sun Nov 27, 2005 @ 08:14pm · 0 Comments |
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I thought that she was happy
I find I was ********' wrong
Now she says she might be leaving
And I'm here, writing this song
Her life is falling apart
And I can't really help at all
All I can do is hug and kiss her
And pray my love is enough
"Farewell, and so long"
These words I fear the most
And I say to her "please don't leave me"
Oh, I don't want to be left alone....
Kill me, I'd rather die
I want to be dead and not alone
And though I always see the light
All I see now is a murder of crows
I've been lonely for so long...
And now I am not...
I have finally find a love...
And I don't want her to ********' go!!
"Farewell, and so long"
These words I fear the most
And I say to her "please don't leave me"
Oh, I don't want to be left alone
"Farewell, and so long"
These words I fear the most
And I say to her "please don't leave me"
Oh, I don't want to be left alone
Alone...
All alone...
Whoa, all alone...
Ookamimaru · Sun Oct 02, 2005 @ 02:51am · 2 Comments |
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Cut me open, and bleed me dry
Can you see the tears in my eyes?
So sensual, your touch has brought me back to life...
I am yours
For the taking
My scars
I'm mutilated
Feeling freed
I'm embracing
How lovely
Our hearts are racing
Cut me open, and bleed me dry
Can you see the tears in my eyes?
So sensual, your touch has brought me back to life
And though we are tortured souls
We keep our memories
And we must take hold
Of this love-life series
And still we thrive
In this un-Godly paradise
And I alone will stay
We can always pray
Cut me open, and bleed me dry
Can you see the tears in my eyes?
So sensual, your touch has brought me back to life
Cut me open, and bleed me dry
Can you see the tears in my eyes?
So sensual, your touch has brought me back to life
I am yours for the taking
My scars; I'm mutilated
I am yours for the taking
My scars; I'm mutilated
I am yours for the taking
My scars; I'm mutilated...
Ookamimaru · Thu Sep 29, 2005 @ 11:26pm · 0 Comments |
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I'M A PSYCHO!!
YEAH!!
******** you, you, and you
Send me to Hell, I care no more
Not since you told me to sod off!
I may be going down, but I'm not alone
We'll be together forever and that's for sure
And this... is a curse!!
Don't think I'm done with you; we've only just begin
Harken this serenade; It will be... your last!!
Blow me away
Cut me down now
I will remember you
We die on this day
Hurt me, kill me
I need this please
Have you forgotten
This curse between you and me!
This curse between you and me!
If I go down, we both do because this is...
A curse...
Ookamimaru · Sun Sep 04, 2005 @ 02:32am · 2 Comments |
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