the sound of overiding reason

Call all your friends.
Tell them it’s a party.
Amused by another’s failings.
Laugh at the dreams he lost.
Why encourage? don’t spoil the fun.
Is this what life has come to?
Help only when helping has its advantages.
But that’s what friends are for.
Real friends stab you to get what they want.
A little pain will push you a long way.

Is this what we’ve become?
Another broken relationship based on lies
Dividing each other through long talks
On misguided ideas.
Dividing ourselves by words we didn’t mean to say
But oh they sounded so good.
We like to hear our own voices.

Call all your friends
Spread the lie like a cancer
Eating at this relationship
You’re killing it from the inside
When love is all fake hate is the only option
This is our last stand
This will be the last party you have on my behalf
Cause im not celebrating
And you’re having too much fun

This is what we’ve become
Broken friendships broken hearts
Dividing our friends with gossip
On made up stories
Dividing ourselves
By words we made up
But oh they sounded so good
We like to hear our own voices.

So we speak so loudly
Drowning out the voice of reason
But its okay it makes a good harmony
For our game of life our fake friends
Crappy mornings followed by
A crappy day a crappy band another hollow verse
Our relationships mean as much as our songs
We are all meaningless
We will fade in another puff of smoke
But at least we took our friends with us
Lets rebel just cause its fun to override the voice of reason.

Movement

Smoke.
Nothing but smoke and spitting into the wind.
Pain and grief from dawn to dusk.
Never a nights rest.
Cut your ties and count your losses.
There is a right time to rip out and another to mend.
The tears no use for iron grip.
But you sit back and take it easy. . .
Your sloth is slow suicide.
One handful of peaceful repose,
Over two fistfuls of worried work.

~Jory

Dispel

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I sit here,
in the hall, keeping the desk company.
He doesn't talk much, but he can keep a secret.
I sit here,
most of the time in the dark,
because they're never home.
In times of joy,
they pull my chain.
And I reveal things for what they really are.
Spilling only golden truths on the walls and on the carpet.
Then they go away again, for a long time.
leaving me alone in the dark.
So I started a fire.
Now they keep me in the smallest closet in the hall, and i'm so tired.
I couldn't even speak a truth if i tried.
So I sit here . . .

~Jory

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.......................when love...........................

When love hurts too much
I will tell you I don’t care
When love is too much to take
Ill stop talking to you just to avoid hearing your voice
When love rejects me
Ill go on and pretend it doesn’t matter.
When in all reality it’s all I think about.
When love hurts beyond words.
Ill say the words that hurt back.
But when love is all I have.
Ill cling to it like it’s the very breath I breathe,
The very substance that keeps me alive.
When all love has truly been lost.
Ill do nothing but think of him.
My perfect example of love.
When love hurt too much.
You shed blood tears of sorrow.
When love was to much to take
You prayed father if there’s any other way…
When love rejected you all to many times.
You prayed father please forgive them they know not what they do.
When love hurt beyond words
You showed us a picture of true love and died for us.
When love was all you had
You knew it was enough to follow through with what you were sent to do.
And when all love was thought to be lost
You brought it back with a perfect sacrifice.
All in love, for love, and made the perfect example of love.
so now in all i remember what is this life without lo.......

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We can't get caught up in this lattice,
Or tangled up in trellised frames.
Though in sunlight we are wizened,
The darkness keeps us still the same.

Carry on, dear carrion!

The clouds are low and dark in the skies,
like locks blown forward in gleam of eyes..

Can't you see the lights shine in the feild?
The mistress waiting at the door?
Whats more, that they dont know were here,
thriving underneath the floor.

Carry on, dear carrion!

Its of the vineyard we dream.
Of austere columns in lush green,
But as our blackened glade has gone awry;
it begs for blades to cut and bleed us dry!

At fire's affront we will still not be absolved.
By the flames as they lick and berate us.
Then we'll have nothing to confer or condole.
Our candor now means nothing.
Our amulet now has nothing to avert.

Carry on, dear carrion!

Will the shadow not abate? Has the harvest come too late? Have we been dealt a tapered fate? God, open up this rusty grate!

~Jory

The Cold-Sheet Crematorium

I cant find the reason that i always search for darkness in the light.
Is it because i want to lay down in the shade and rest my head?
Or just another excuse to socialize with the dead. . .

I'm tired of singing empty words (so i just wont sing at all, no i just wont sing at all)
And i'm tired of always sounding all the wrong notes
(From these cut and bleeding throats that seem to always burn. . .)

- with unkempt passion it seems, as all my deeds go undone,
and pure reason it screams, she's telling me to go!
But i'm stuck fast to this pavement that is slowly crumbling, slowly crumbling.
And my eyes transfixed by mirrors that always shatter in my face. . .

I'm tired of singing empty words (so i just wont sing at all, no i just wont sing at all)
And i'm tired of always sounding all the wrong notes
(From these cut and bleeding throats that seem to always burn. . .)

I'm begging for this banter to alight my nerves.
These aphorisms, only meaning they avert.
I'm begging for this banter to alight my nerves.
These aphorisms, only rhetoric they serve.

Im done, with turnigng away from you despite the pain, and
Your love, it overwhelms me, and
I'll go, to seek and try to do whats right, cause
I know, that i'll never be the same. . .

I'm tired of singing empty words (so i just wont sing at all, no i just wont sing at all)And i'm tired of always sounding all the wrong notes(From these cut and bleeding throats that seem to always burn. . .)

~Jory

A Love That Trancends All

Oh, here i go again God,
Confusing lust for love..
My eyes- they should be fixed ahead,
on better things, above.

Not dark and low,
where demons lie.
Nor entrapped within
a diamond eye.

For only in a true white dove,
could i find the One true love..

~Jory

pound the nail in blow by blow
play in the blood of a beutiful creator
your disrespect never ends
play with fire and you will burn in the end.

so light the pro of man

so light the pro of man that he is able to love and hold nothing back... that we are made in the beautiful image Him - *cough* ..uh..yeah....theres not many pro's to man

so dark the con of man

So dark the con of man
The trickery from the start
Separating us from true life
Separating us from the beginning
We who deceived are the deceived
We who would go so low
As to betray the creator
We the fallen creation
Brought humbled to this earth
Our place of trial our true garden of pain
So dark the con of man
Our hearts black as coal
The sin that clouds our minds
That overflows from the heart to our mouths
We speak the curse not the blessing
So dark the con of man
Make women out to be less than they are
Use them as a method for gratification
So dark the con of man.

never perfect

Its just a creation
Yet it’s a work of art
The desire to be perfect is
Tearing us apart
We’ll never be good enough
No matter how hard we push ourselves
We’ll never be perfect