Worst CaseWhat's the worst that could happen?I don't want to know,but I think that I'll likelyfind out, even thoughI've done all I canand I hope for the best.I just can't help feelingthere's something I've missed.
Mo(u)rningAt this point, it seems pointlessto even bother sleeping.Before I even realize it,the daylight will come creeping.Forcing me to do somethingI've scheduled far too earlyand to grow increasingly,irreparably surly.
And Then It HappensNow follow me on this. You receive a promotion in a job you can honestly say you live for. Then, you meet the man/woman/person/barnyard animal/inanimate object of your dreams and not only is the feeling/biological reaction mutual, but he/she/they/it is available and completely and utterly devoid of any and all psychological baggage. Next, a distant relative whom you've only met once for a few hours, but honestly grew to righteously hate in that short period of time, dies and for some inexplicable reason leaves you their fully stocked and staffed two-hundred room mansion in the mountains, or on the beach, or in the woods ... wherever you would most prefer, the car of your dreams (fill in make, model, year, and options of your choice), and has prepaid all utilities, insurance and repair costs on both for the next century. In addition to all of this, your pet dog/cat/pig/reptile/arachnid/etc. who ran away five years ago returns home after apparently passing obedience school with flying co
Requiem for a Pipe DreamEverything seemed perfect,it just all fit into place.That is, until the day it slowlyblew up in my face.I should have know much better,seen it coming from afar,but we never truly understandhow blinded that we areby hope and need and every voidwe just can't seem to fill.However much you feed them,they just get hungrier still.I'd like to think I've finally learnedthis lesson once again,but I'm sure that I will probablybe back here now and then.
What was I thinking?Caught unawaresand unable to dealwith a foolish illusionthat I thought was real.A lapse in composure,a loss of control.A lifelong anomalytaking its toll.
We're ThereAnd so, at last, we've reached the inevitable end,the destination we've been chasing all along.A bittersweet resolution to everything we've doneand now, I guess, it's time to say so long.
The Myth of IndependenceYou say "hell is other people.",but where do you think you'd beif everyone around youshared your misanthropic view?Without cooperation,in a world of apathy,what exactly is itthat you think that you could do?
Brain WaveFor so long I was stuck,but then inspiration struck.I found the right idea, at lastand now I'm on my way.
So That HappenedJust when I thought that itwas over, said and done,something told me thatit's only just begun.So I took another shotand tried with all my might,I only hope that it'senough to make things right.
Fallen AngelFallen AngelCrawling in my forlorn appearanceI hide my soul behind these tattered wingsTattered and broken as they arePlucked of light, stained in tears and blood.In quiet despair upon the cold earthSmeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary kneesAnd clutched timidly between my fingersRests one last jewel of Hope.A single unblemished plume pluckedFrom the silver light of dawnA feathered ray of light from beyondTo illuminate the void that has me bound.This precious barb of silkOnce lost as I was and forgottenBlazes now to immerse me in radiant blissTo wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.So now I fade away…My tender flesh removedMy shattered wings releasedMy inner light unsheathed… escapes.(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
I did not save her from the sea.The pond was small, the cattails fair;The algae drew a shining veilAcross the waters waiting thereFor her to come while wanderingAnd stare beyond the dreary paleExpanse of fog and starry glareUpon the pond within the daleWhere she had ventured, ponderingThe many dreams she'd had of lateOf sandy-shores and broken shellsUpon a beach along a straitAnd of the ocean shimmeringShe heard the wave's cathedral bellsCome crashing with a dreadful weight'Till she, afraid of violent swells,Could no more see the glimmeringOf pearly foam, nor shining seasBut only turbid tempest-doom;No more the fragrant, salt-laced breezeThat over all was mingling.Such were her dreamsnow through the gloomShe still heard gulls with throatful easeSing of the ocean, and the tuneAround her thoughts kept lingering.I met her then, when stormy wavesWere breaking on her weary mindAnd I was unafraid and braveAnd as a child foolishlyBelieved that if we left behindThe little pondth
SuicideMom I love youDon't blame it on yourselfDad forgive meI couldn't ask for helpSis don't hate meFor leaving you aloneTake my pictureOff the table by the phoneIt never belonged there anywayThis happy family was brokenLong before I left it anywayI don't expect you to understandJust why it was that I couldn't stayI know you can't hear meBut I'm writing this for youIt is my last punk songTelling you my life is throughIt's okay to hate meJust don't miss me when I'm goneCuz I don't deserve itWhen I have done so much wrongI never belonged here anywayThis happy family was brokenLong before I left it anywayI don't expect you to understandJust why it was that I couldn't stay
For My Dying Love
RapeYou said it would not hurt, as you advanced;Yet nothing but pain was inflicted, yourSecretive smirk left me lost in a trance,I was young and vulnerable, unsure.You told me to trust you, though I did notYour words sliced through my soul; you took controlOf my mind, you left me with not one shotTo sew back together this gaping hole.You took from me, my pride, my innocenceSo you could receive what I did not wantTo give you; You struck, as though with vengeance,Though I had not wronged you; I fear you'll hauntMy dreams forever, release from my mindNever, you poisoned this victim; left blind.
got tickets?pretty colored lightsthe sound of harmonythe applause thunderouslove live music
That Punk Rock FeelingShe walks down the street,Headphones in her ears.Angry music playing loudly,To keep away her tears.Her hair is short and messy,Her black polish is chipped.Her combat boots thump loudly,Her goodwill jeans are ripped.She likes her rough fashion,Ahough she hates her face.It masks her emotions,Her hearts delicate as lace.Yet she grins at passersby,Who stare with pure disgust.She leaves them speechless,Coverde in her dust.
OutshinesAs the sun outshines a candle,So the Lord outshines all else;And lights the way for those who trust Him.As the moon reflects the sun,So Christians should reflect Christ;And honor Him in all they do.
A Forest at MorningI dreamed of trees. Bright boughs and bloomsThrough gloom and morning spilledWhile I brushed back their silver leavesThat sunlit skies had filledWith gilded wash--the vermeil sightAbove the dusky barkSeemed starry trains above the moonAnd night's enclosing darkAnd I stepped under such a sky:New-formed, bejeweled, and brightAnd wished I could forever dwellWithin its dim half-light.There nothing stirred; no beast or birdDwelt in the forest thereThough I heard silent rivers trillStill wand'ring swift and fairThrough banks embraced by cattail roots;Through drooping willow leavesThat rustled in the water's rushBereft of any breeze.Oh, I stepped under such a skyComposed of darkling boughsFlushed with the swell of morning leavesAll silver-gold endowed'Till awe forestalled my reaching footAnd stilled the step, half-made--And oh! to breathe seemed mortal sinAs if each sound betrayedWhatever heaven I had found.But when I breathed at lastAnd put my foot upon the grou
Misanthropic Abandon“Hell is other people”,a wise man once did sayand from where I'm standing,they can all just go away.No one is an island,but I'm damn sure going to try.They only people I want to knoware me, myself and I.