Cradle

Put on your lipstick, chapstick is a better fit, i think.
As you walk out the door do you even notice me?
Calling your name!

She draws the blue-prints on her arms.
But the letters are so far apart, from you. Oh!

I'm falling faster asleep.
Cradled by loving lies (their smiles are so sincere!).
Oh would we rust if we cried....IRON TEARS!
Who could say?

Only time and ten-thousand miles away from here
(and now[will you{kiss me?}]).

And right now, you'll see, what it is thats been killing me, oh.
Take a deep breath, look inside the mirror and start to cry,
your iron tears.
Don't look, baby! You will see the cradle that,
will now become your grave.
So take a second and, put down that lipstick in your hand.
Put down that studded belt, that checkered tie, those loving lies
and look into my eyes. . . .

~Jory

The Bitter-Sweet Dissonance

They will fade away, like a flower in the feild.
The flower withers and its beauty fades away . . . .

All Heaven's lights, never changing, casting shifting shadows across
the floor where we lay helpless . . . .

Lost in a daze of bitter-sweet dissonance.

~Jory

As The Ashes Fall

As the ashes fall.
Fall through the wake of our dissapointment

Get on your cross.
Get back on your cross!

As the ashes fall,
they fall from my eyes.

Ashes from matches lit to start the fires in our
heart-(strings)-rip apart
as we move into the breakdown . . .

Oh, these things that move us.
These simple things that move us.

Purity.

~Jory

hobbies of our lives

how have i gone so far?
how do i change what im not?
I pretend to be what others want me to be.
but all along its not me.
how do i reverse the effects of my actions?
how do i change thought?
make people think better of me.
im not this person.
im not this boy.
ive grown.
but not up just farther.
from what i should be.
my mistakes repeat themselves.
there is no comfort in friendship.
friends lie and cant be trusted.
two facedness and plasticness are what we live for.
backstabbing is just a hobby that we embrace with care.
we say were telling truth but our eyes say otherwise.
why cant we be ourselves?
why are we fake?
and
when will we begin to speak truth?

the camp

the smell of fire fills the air
human flesh a small token to fuel the fire
the ones who cry are the ones who die
tear them from feelings
leave them empty, broken, shattered
starve them till they turn on eachother
the tall stone walls and crematoriums will strip them of joy
leaving nothing but a grim feeling
the famous sign hangs as a reminder that your less than human.
the guards serve to make you feel no feeling
and as your family dies around you dear boy lose no hope if you lose no faith
for your faith will become all the hope you need to survive this hell
flames devour friends and guards kill loved ones
but only the deciever who stirred up this hate can kill hope.
The one in you is stronger than the one in the world.
so hold fast to your faith let it not fail.
and when the freedom comes in its masses
let it see the look of hunger in your eyes.
brought about by inhumane treatment.
no one knew how bad auswitch it was just another rumor passed along
but you have survived keep your faith a trial passed is a chance taken.
so keep your faith take your freedom and regret no trial.
for its what built you.

Winter Waits For The Weary-Hearted

So translucent. About to lose it. Here alone in my arms, (now embrace) the forever-kiss goodnight! Goodbye my love! So long, blue dreamer! (Swimming in an ocean of your tears). My love is rescued by a sinking ship! Her flag is scarlet red, (no!) midnight blue, (no!) paper white! It turns to night, as i kiss the mourning heir. She's runnin' low. Oh, so low on hopes and dreams. It's just more fuel to feed the fire. POUR ON THE KEROSENE!It's about time...to hang our heart out upon the line! To dry it's tears and cryin' eyes! And though we fall away, Beauty will remain. A heart longs for redemption, dangling from a string. I know that i will see you, see your shining face. Oh, your the one i'll cry to, bleeding my disgrace. (Stay your dagger, young one rest your eyes. Take this end and let it all begin.) ~Jory

Society Hates A Rotting Corpse

They try to keep us bolted down. Tied down with our own black ties. Tied up, chained to our goal post, inches from the finish line. We havent even started the race. Our laces tied together, we trip and fall into our own inground pool of dissapointment. Swimming in defeat, self-pity, and complacency. Afraid to take another step, for fear of falling. Subject to the world's accord. Why are we still alive? We should be dead. Six feet down, buried beneath all of the filth of this world, but yet somehow, above it. We keep on ripping the nails out of our hands and driving them in again. Screaming all of the while, "IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" or "ITS NOT ME!". I make me sick. I think it's high time for you to wake up. ~ Jory

The Falsehoods Of Freedom

FAKE. Why do we see through eyes of lead? Is this complacency sinking into our head? Always longing for the "next best thing" or...THE EASY WAY OUT! Take it in stride young man, these are my words. Fold them up and keep them for they are yours. This ephemeral...and fleeting moment, is encased in meaning so rich, so pure, can you take it? ARE YOU READY? This is the way it all begins. ~Jory