im working on this one

How wicked we are.
This deceitful generation.
We scar ourselves with lies.
False words with no hesitation.
How quick are our own judgments.
But were blinded by our false perfection.
If we keep on this way he says.
Then they well call me I won’t answer.
They will search for me but I won’t be found.
Because they hated knowledge.
And did not choose the fear of the lord.
We will eat the fruit of what we’ve sown.
Sickened by our own words.
When will we realize when will we turn.
When will we stop waiting for bloodshed.
Setting this ambush for our own lives.
Without his thought we would all surely die.

this shipwreck of your love

Intro:
Its finally warming up, but your heart is still cold as ice..
And i think its high time for me to open up my eyes.

Chorus:
So, take it down(x5) to small towns and we'll burn them down(x2)
So, rip apart(x4) these letters on broken hearts, and broken words, and promises never spoken.
And, hear the sound(x4) of gentle words, and perfect thirds that warm my hands like you never could. . .

Verse:
And we'll sing these light songs to the heavy hearted,
like pouring salt in their wounds.
Like horizons for breadth, and oceans for depth, its His love,
Its not like mine...

(Chorus)

Verse 2:
You were never there for me, but at least you tried, i cant blame you for that.
You were gone when i needed you most, and though my hands are still cold,
My heart will forever burn.

Breakdown:
(So crush this selfish heart into dust.)
So make in me a new creation, because im tired of my past failings.
My love is flawed and failing so make in me a new creation.

Bridge:
My love isnt perfect but i never claimed it would be, im flawed and failing.
You expected too much, i gave all i had, and now im fading.
Without His help, my love is emptiness. So now do you see why im failing?
(And i havent given up on you. I still long for the warmth of your hand, and the brush of your lips. You'll always hold a flame in my heart, and from the end we will start. And my eyes will now scream your name....)

(Chill)

(Chorus) [without words?]

By: ~mirey and jory~

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

y y y y y y y y y y y y y y y y y y y y y

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

r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r r

.......................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

Go Ahead And Dive In

The straying dreams of men (my conscience wavers)
I slip (in and out) of these dreams of you here with me. .

Bring me now ghosts of joy (to live a lie is all by choice)
Its simple really, we love to lie and lie to Love
Its way to early to be thinking like this now . .

But as they drowse the waking embers burn them
But as i drowse the waking embers burn me . .
Why do we walk so tall and with fixed eyes?
(Only staring at those city lights)-well are we blind?

But what they knew; it speaks for me.
When i cant stand (the thought of losing) i lift my hands to You
Fate works most for woe (im dying) with folly's fairest show. . .

My little pleasure is this spring of sorrow.
(So why dont you just go ahead and dive in?)

~Jory

thoughts to deep for you to comprehend

if we write, do we become the words written on the page that has descibed our emotions?
when we talk do the words we speak really reflect the way we feel or is it just the projected image we want people to believe
when we show emotion what is it for? is it to simply show how we feel? or is it done as a need to recieve attention. is it done just to simply show or is it for our own benefit?
are we what we are from the start or are we only what weve made ourselves to be. if we are lonely, what is it? is it a sincere desire to be loved or is it just because we desire attention for ourselves? who knows the true desires of men when even the men dont even know for themselves. who knows the true future and mindset, the possiblities of the human mind the ability to change it to our own desires. who knows? only you my God.

THE musician ( a poem by me)

A talented musician there was in the land.
and no one more talented on strings with hand.
a simple man with a simple life.
a single man who loved no wife.
so from house to town to city hed go.
playing for all the ones he didnt know.
gentle at heart and fierce in spirit.
no one wrote a more emotional lyric.
tall and dark yet bright of mind.
while in competition he left everyone behind.
for being so good no one went along with him.
so lonely he became that single musician.

The Chance Of a Lifetime

And well keep on being with the ones we like. Only to look out and see the ones we love standing with people they only like. Looking back at us with love. WHY CANT WE TAKE THE TIME TAKE THE CHANCE GOD PUT THIS LIFE IN OUR HANDS TAKE IT SPEND IT WITH THE ONES YOU LOVE!

And were to scared to ask the questions
All because were to scared of the answers
.too scared to trust in something bigger than ourselves
Too scared to put faith in what we cannot see
So well keep standing with the people we only like
While the people we love stand looking and waiting
For us to trust in faith, in something bigger than ourselves

Im tired of looking tired, of searching for something or someone when that something that special someone is standing rite in front of me. So today ill take the risk ill take a chance to put the control back in my own hands. AND MAYBE SHE WILL EVEN SAY YES!

THIS IS THE BREAKDOWN! IM TIRED OF WAITING
TIRED OF NOT TRUSTING
I CANT TAKE IT. HE MUST BREAK ME AND GIVE ME FAITH
I CANT TAKE IT. WHY DO WE TORTURE OURSELVES, BY BEING WITH SOMEONE WE ONLY LIKE!?
WHY CANT WE TAKE THE CHANCE AND PUT OUR MOUTH WHERE OUR FAITH IS
WE HAVE TO TAKE THIS CHANCE. TAKE IT BEFORE ITS TO LATE.

the monotonous songs on broken hearts

How do you fix
What was never meant to be broken?
A heart meant for one
Shared among many
Experiencing so much pain
Through so many people
It’s kind of hard to feel ok
When you’ve shattered your own heart
Just for a moment of happiness
So many lovers
But no real love
Just a lust that becomes obsession
Why is it we all know about broken hearts?
We’ve all written about them
We’ve all held them in our hands
Yet no ones brave enough
To avoid the effects
Were all to busy saying
Oh it hurts so much
To be alone
But why does it hurt all so much
Is it because then we would have to actually rely on ourselves?
And were all to busy writing our songs about heartache and depression
No wonder were never happy
Everyones experienced heartache
The songs are monotonous
Why not write about joy
Happiness things of god
Girls will come and go
God is forever.

love or like love

how do i choose between the two
the one i like or the one i love
to choose like is to choose lust
a object of obssesion
but to choose love is to
choose what wont love back
only time will tell
what the eye cannot see.

truth in action

these actions scream

louder than any word youll speak

so when the words sound so fake

just watch because

truth lies only in the actions of men

nothing stays the same

Ive lost myself
Changed to fit into a mold that
Cant seem to encase me
Yet people keep pushing, shoving, squeezing and pressuring me to fit
To be what im not im not perfect
I will fall
And unless you just don’t care
Ill disappoint you
Friends change
And relationships break apart
Nothing stays the same

Dear Reader

Were missing something vital.
And baby, thats the truth.
We missed our kid's recital.
Were fighting nail and tooth.

Against the grain, against the loss.
Against the good and bad.
Against the very thing we wish we never even had.

I think its time to tell the truth.
Or maybe time to lie..
Locked inside this old phone-booth,
i'm miles above the sky.

Above the pain, above my dreams.
Above my tears and selfish screams.
Above my goals and all my fears,
above the dust of all my years.

And now im letting go, my dear, of all the things i have.
Of all my monetary gain, and all my younger sav.

And until, dear reader, you find the same..
the gain of loss, and the loss of gain.
You will find the One your dreaming of..

Standing in the skies above...

~Jory

mr thompson

Mr. Thompson
Im afraid I have bad news
Your wife died last night
From self inflicted wounds
She died of an overdose
To much life to fast
Does the mind good
But her heart couldn’t last
Mr. Thompson
I have some very bad news
Your wife was sleeping around
And she’s slept with this whole town
She died from
To much life to fast
Her mind was bad and her heart couldn’t last
Mr. Thompson
I have some bad news
Your wife stole from you
Every penny that you had
She gambled it away on nothing values
But Mr. Thompson
I have some good news
She’s gone so you can
Move on find someone better
She loved life
Life didn’t love her
But look how much good that did her
Mr. Thompson move on find a new wife
Sing a new song.

hearts on our sleeves

How do you show that you have feelings?
When people don’t care
If we keep on living like this
Well surely die
Our hearts on our sleeves
Hanging by a thread
If not strongly guarded well be
BETTER OFF DEAD
The words she spoke to me
Full of lies
And the memory of you
Slowly dies
I’m falling head over heals
For someone that doesn’t love me
I’m falling head over heals
Rolling in the wrong direction
Because im slipping away
From who I am
Im constantly changing to
Be who you want me to be
But you don’t care
You don’t care!
I have feelings
But you don’t care
So i take this heart put it back in my chest
I take this heart I PUT IT BACK WHERE IT BELONGS
AWAY FROM YOU!

To The One You Hold Most Dear

Write this letter, though it will never be sent.
Seal it with a kiss, meant for. . . .

The one you hold most dear!

Take a breath, walk inside.
Hide your heart again.

Wear it on your sleeve again, baby!
I love you and i'm not afraid to say it.
I will scream it as i lift our hands into the sky.
That deep red sky that bleeds of innocent passion.

Run with me, sing with me.
Its the only thing that will set us free, darling

Is this thing on?
Can you hear me, my love?

Beautiful,
your moving way to fast.
But dont slow down, no.

Dont slow down...

~Jory

Hello, I Am Not A Person

Hello,

I am not a person.
I am a figment of your imagination.
I am that little guy on your shoulder.
Or inside your head.

Screaming at you to hold on or let go.
I tell you when to weep or fall to your knees.

You are mine.
I am not yours.

I win.
You lose.

Goodbye.

~Jory

Rot-Gut-Self-Pity

Toil.

Toil now while the sun is high and the day is long.
You havent got much time now.

Light the fire, watch it burn.
Rot-gut whiskey, take your turn.

I'll drink to that.

Grave-Stone

Pain and chaos, chaos and pain
All the dissonance and the disdain

This is it. Look at what we have created.
Its beautiful and on fire, but cruel and cold.

I dont want it to end like this.
But i guess thats what i paid for.
This sorrowful agenda, this melancholy formula,
these wretched tears of mine.

We are pinned inside the prison we created.
A beast of burden, not soon to be lifted.

Look at these roses that peirce my hands.

~Jory

Remeniscentiment

One night opens wounds and words utter pain
The truth cannot breathe a one in your soul
You've hid hearts and songs as long as you recall
His kind words just fall near your feet
With their last air, all they want is to be heard
In your sweet ears just once

~Jory

you dont care anyway

when honesty is overated.
Ill say whatever you want to hear.
and when you smile that way.
id give you your hearts desire.
But you dont care anyway.

when honesty's lost its meaning.
the words i say become empty.
the poems i write began to fade.
the love for you is neverending but i dont think youll ever see.
and you wouldnt care anyway.

But when honesty is underestmated.
feelings are hurt thoughts broken.
id love to tell you how i feel .
but it wouldnt really matter.
you dont care anyway.

and when honesty is forgotten.
ill love when you think i hate.
youll joke when im serious.
where there was once trust.
now theres lies.
but it wouldnt really matter.
you dont care anyway.

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

The November Sing-Along

As the coal brushes against your lips. A tender kiss goodnight. Goodbye to all the shadows, that have filled my life. I cant see my hands in front of me, the autumn night is thick with greif. But i will hold your love dear to me, lighting my way. The path is narrow, hard, and long. But i will walk it screaming, as i sing this song. So sing along, my choir. -Jory

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