Gift

There are technicalities and lines
That will be crossed, things that will break
There are places that most will never go
And others will never create.
My mind has traversed these wandering oceans
A sickness that I've known for all too long.
I feel the gauges rising above, and the temptations
Are too well too conceived...

The handle is my gift
A dark and gloomy bridge
My way up, my travels down
This passage to the throat of societies' bilge
And once I make my way there,
I'll finally know enough to see;
Where lies the truth and
Where She began to leave me.

Vanity

Vanity of the highest surge
To depend upon the lowest standard.
Friends of time and season to follow
Enemies become the smartest ones.
Reach forward and grasp
Snip away, and tune
Surrogate and rewind
Annex of the third view...
Will open new eyes
Should fly this perception
Should delight the infection:
To remake perfection.
And feel for the new.


Vanity Corruption Boundary

Like pure light
Like execution
Of ideas and recession
Of full power, none ever have a prelude.
Thus singing with motion
No control will falter
Yet organize the instance
When you can see the discipline
That change and react
That simplify, and react..
The moment you relive
One you'll never offer or give;
It's then that you notice
It's now that you feel,
The truth to this ending
Is concurrent in appeal...
Is the turbulence, fury, desire and odium you parallel,
...is the retention of the past.


Vanity Endgame

The roots run the same,
Oil that burns within
This organic machine, start with before, then begin.
I declare and approximate my singular demise,
To prepare and infatuate this encroaching end prize.
Determine and hold off, though the ones you hold dear
Will expel and contort
The fellowship, once sincere.
And so the mountains can offer their whisper,
A stronghold of memory;
Calm, frenzy, peace, serene - quiet -
Now naught but the third time
You find yourself broken.



Edited 8 time(s). Last edit at 03/16/2012 10:15AM by ChaseNine.

Is "The days have come
The days have changed... really a song? It sounds real Nice *



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/28/2012 08:37AM by anew.

Attendance Shift

Long ago I felt a presence near
I followed it home, it's intent was so unclear
The shade and the power
Made an ever-waking lie
The truth beheld it's face to my own
And I cried to the Sky
With heavy eyes, "Answer me please!"
"Stick around and wait your turn" He answered.
And with the sparkling liquid that surrounded us,
I knew He meant good intention,
Though my plans were changed,
The balance had been situated
I'm following what I feel.

Since I felt that shapeshifter and His holy guard accepting my thoughts
I careened myself, I think I'm losing myself...
The Sky reminded me how hard it was to be a leader
And without hestitation
I followed with indignation.
The ending a proposed lifestyle
One way in, one way out
It feels like a thousand happy fingers
With a thousand happy magazines.
Cruel intentions, changed
Situation now the occupation, I become my own reality,
And I follow this black Earth to the one true place
There was never something so clear
The finale could be full of love,
To turn these fears around.



Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 06/01/2012 01:12PM by ChaseNine.

"essentials" gave me a kick of a smile,
...great writing!!

Little Carefree Liar Hiders

Jump ship this time
Make amends this time.
Smelly dock stations that power the land:
Find a way through this prison
And get you something fun, no?
The little hiders are praying and searching for this ridiculous shape-shifting madness
These people are playing games.
We are all pretty fed up with the endings...
The truth is, I find no solidity here.
The darkness is scowling with an inferior counter,
Arms wide open,
"Come on and try some luck!"
The prowl begins.

High Council

Heard you liked malevolence?
Think this is over now.
Break apart concrete corsair
The kind that never expend or despair.
Collide old envy
Catch new thought
Gather intuition,
Make sure it's bought.
Wield storage prizes like never before,
And a courier, with news - less: not more.

This poem is nice and fuzzy warmie

i love candlelight speech and the use of fury

Alataria

Street frozen, deprived
Struggling to stay alive...
Calm, deep....
Dreams, haunting sleep
Dream outside this familiar air,
And you watched me go away.
And you said it too late...
And you listen, breaking old
That same dream,
I had about these things.
I had of you.
Keeping memories burned
Keeping walkways clean,
Find the notion
Pray, with futurism, weapons, gunfire...
The water...
I had you...
Made you....
Then change these things,
And you watched me go away.
You said too late.
Refresh,
Withdraw.
Home...
You waived the search,
This changed me.
I found you,
Still need you

Chase! Love everything you write. It always comes across as a true piece of you.

In The Hills Alone

In the time we spent abound, mocking simple remarks
We could tantalize ideas and threaten just like a shark
But instead we line all things that were pushed in the field
Just like the times you led me on, when I thought we were sealed
There's two fence lines where we slept in the hills alone,
And a spinning retreat that reminds me just how you moan
And the irony succumbs in the dark of my lair
While I laugh about how sad it is to offer my prayer

You never thought outside your head in its case
You decay the light like it's lost its own place.
You never sought to drop your selfish head case
You'll lose all friends without leaving a trace.

A new vision seemed to show in spite of the time
Without a second mirror left to counteract the crime
The same likeness spread like a trip in the wire
And we felt the breaking trend burn our world like a fire
Then irony appeared again while you taught me to play
And we galvanize the notion of an American day
It's tonights new chance at taking us home,
And you and I were saving love and blindness in one room...

You never thought outside your head in its case
You decay the light like it's lost its own place
You never sought to drop your selfish head case
You'll lose all friends without leaving a trace

Chase, Chase, Chase..I fucking love your writing. I love people who have a way with words <3