End of Summer, End of Writer's block

I have had a turbulent summer.. I have some brain-diarrhea right now, so I am going to use this thread to alleviate it... Feel free to add/critique, I have a whole album's worth to write before January, so contribution is welcome!
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The priest had passed by the end of my confession
Polluted, aged, driven mad by my repentance

I had more to say
So my knees hit the floor in that tiny little box
And I begged the faceless beast to return my life once lost

Retribution, I was told
Came swift and justified
But this is taking ages
A small price to pay for all I never asked for.....

I think you just described every confession I ever made.

Torn between good and bad.
Finally driven mad.
It was a hell of a ride regardless.

This is on a different tangent, sorry but my brains continue to expel words..

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Familiar Weightlessness
Stars never so close,
Never seemed so far away
Hell's gravity is staying me

If there ever was a dream
It came from here
Why I ever existed prior
Isn't entirely clear
Protected from my limits
In my White little pod
This place showed me
There must be a God

I'm so far from you
So far from them
But now I know we're not alone
I'm born anew
Conceit condemned
Oh, its Houston on the phone

The white light flashed red
When I looked back down
I shouldn't see my breath
My voice cried out from my pounding head
When I died my first death

My teeth clinched when it hit again
The alarm meant things were dire
I didn't get more than the count of ten
Before the air set us afire

I had one last chance to look at my prize
Before all sense was lost
But I wanted to use that view to see your eyes
I was breathing pure exhaust

And for all I was and all I am
I sensed I had been wrong
Though it was a dream, this was not the plan
But now I don't have long

If my transmission gets received
Please know I loved you so
We all are constantly deceived
But now I have to go.....

I see my town
I see my house
I see my..................


[edit on 8/27/08 by SantaClaus]

Believe me when I say
Life gets a bit easier the older you get
The hormones subside
The incredible race of thought...subsides
And you will be able to greatly enjoy a ballgame on the telly.
Trust me.

No one can say I didn't try
To play these games I don't understand
I'll let my new found apathy
Get the best of me
Pray that I find this again

No one will say you didn't try
We all try our best in one way of the other
Sometimes it works, sometimes it does not
The important thing is
Never stop trying

And yes, I just said a prayer for you.

So far from you. Man can I relate. When we attended Mass every day in elementary school. Singing Ava Maria and feeling the soothe in my soul.
The Lord is always there...whether we can see him, feel him, or not.

[edit on 8/27/2008 by jpm1602]

[edit on 8/27/2008 by jpm1602]

Good outlook my friend.. Its strange that my writing becomes more "out there" metaphorically when I'm in a bad way. My girlfriend of 4 years left me for a job out West, and I guess I quite literally felt I was in outerspace, unable to interact. I was experiencing the most wonderful time in my life personally and professionally, but no one was there to experience it with me, especially now that the person I shared everything with was so far away.

I guess, in this way, astronauts could be compared to Chris McCandles no? haha.

Thanks for the prayers and the contributions. I will continue to add to this as the mood strikes. I deal with bad times by writing, so it may be some dark stuff, but I like the fact that people can read and get some beauty out of it. Oh well, life goes on and so will the words.

And while we're on that kick, this was one I wrote at the beginning of the summer. It follows the same composition I suppose. You can also here the song that this eventually became here: GBC Myspace Just click massacred my muse...

::Massacred My Muse::

This house is crowded
Held happiness before
Her face is shrouded
thirsty but there's no more
When the end came around,
our fibers shaking from the sound
Not as much as we trembled
when we embraced the dark of the underground

She's Just crouching there
What's death when you no longer care?
Dry fields burn the leaves in the trees
All you ever knew is on its knees

Rice flew at your funeral
The devil finally found his bride
Didn't know what a b**** you'd be
Drink the lies let the innocent die
Black cats didn't seem so prevalent
Now we swim in broken mirrors
Didn't know there was this much blood in me
Evaporates and feeds the sea

Recall not knowing anything
Brain damage is surely bliss
Now truth has ruined everything
Good liars will be sorely missed

Rice flew at your funeral
The devil finally found his bride
Didn't know what a b**** you'd be
Drink the lies let innocence die

These ashes are so beautiful
I can see myself in you again
You can have what's left of me
I know how this one ends

Lol. Dude. I backed my '72 oldsmobile up on ramp of sorts waiting to see if my girlfriend/ barmaid/ not the nicest person in the world was sleeping with a coworker in his 40's back in the 80's. At Cleveland Hopkins airport no less. She was.....It stunk....and I got over it. If I tried that today, which I have absolutely no desire to do, I'd be down at fbi central. Relationships come and go. I strongly suggest if you find someone who truly loves you, hang on for dear life.
Once again Lisa....I blew it. Sorry.
That trippy barmaid tried to get me back with her for years. Sometimes it is best to cut your losses. Christy....blah.

[edit on 8/27/2008 by jpm1602]

[edit on 8/27/2008 by jpm1602]

I am struck again by the curse of words........ I'm feeling very emo, haha.


You thought success was the happiness nexus,
Love is the answer, but the question perplexed us

I fell for you like suicide from a bridge,
Cliches are much more real with a love as sick as this
The brightest light, in the darkest place
The strongest foe in my living space...

The knight cried out to the ones he had saved
The beggars, the whores turned their backs to the man
What a prize for a hero approaching his grave
If this is "improvement," then why did you change?