Ashley
Bluelight Crew
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HeWhoHowls
Bluelighter
I'm not sure If I've ever been here before. Hello everyone :D
I once met a man who lives in a cave
who's never heard of war, prison or AIDS.
This lonesome hermit, happy as can be
really feels sorry for me,
but with his words, I do agree.
For he is the only one who is truly free.
A simple life from day to day.
Detachment from desire is the only way.
Oh the great hermit! How I envy him.
Oblivious to a world so ugly and dim.
Not once did he ask of the world outside.
For the world outside is what he denied
because what we need, we already provide.
The omnipotent rays of love that comes from inside.
thank you
I once met a man who lives in a cave
who's never heard of war, prison or AIDS.
This lonesome hermit, happy as can be
really feels sorry for me,
but with his words, I do agree.
For he is the only one who is truly free.
A simple life from day to day.
Detachment from desire is the only way.
Oh the great hermit! How I envy him.
Oblivious to a world so ugly and dim.
Not once did he ask of the world outside.
For the world outside is what he denied
because what we need, we already provide.
The omnipotent rays of love that comes from inside.
thank you
Out on the Inside
The harsh light from above intrudes upon me like the critical gaze of a surgeon sifting through my insides with a handheld torch.
The air has a insidious chill, with a suffocating density that feels as if a million tiny icicles are forming a cocoon around me.
Words go unspoken and stifled emotions are unwillingly revealed by the movement of bodies that are so keen to betray the minds that govern them.
Walls become menacing, their familiarity like a hypnotic video edited to play on loop; distorting any sense of a
beginning or end.
White noise fills the gaps in the air - the sound of truth crackling on it's own frequency like water on an electric fence.
The harsh light from above intrudes upon me like the critical gaze of a surgeon sifting through my insides with a handheld torch.
The air has a insidious chill, with a suffocating density that feels as if a million tiny icicles are forming a cocoon around me.
Words go unspoken and stifled emotions are unwillingly revealed by the movement of bodies that are so keen to betray the minds that govern them.
Walls become menacing, their familiarity like a hypnotic video edited to play on loop; distorting any sense of a
beginning or end.
White noise fills the gaps in the air - the sound of truth crackling on it's own frequency like water on an electric fence.
HeWhoHowls
Bluelighter
Why am i trapped in this brain
Thoughts inside am I insane
People look at me strange
Because I go against the grain
When they look at me what do they think
Ahh fuck it I'll just have another drink
or snort another line/IV some sunshine/dull my mind
Why care what others think
Sit in bed at night, you going to count every blink
There's a fight in mind/David and Goliath sometimes
Thought upon thought that take away my grin
Make my head spin/I never really win
Nothing fills the void/pain inside/devoid/people avoid
They cant see the true me/they wouldn't believe
I'm not an angry bastard/I'm a softie/they can't see
Stuck inside/afraid no, time to hide
Lost everything and anything lost the world to me
so I went crack/damn I couldn't cope
Just another excuse to slam some oxy and dope
That'll do for now...
Bravo, my friend. That flowed through my mind like a fluid stream of emotion. I enjoyed the ride...
Abruptly one night,
I awoke to a brilliant light.
my body froze
from my head to my toes.
Paralyzed by unexplained fright.
A greenish glow
wouldn't let me go.
As I rose to the sky
I wondered why,
but I just didn't know.
They held me down;
faceless shadows all around.
Menacing metal machines
do the job by all means.
I couldn't scream, I couldn't move.
Absolutely nothing I could do.
The fear inside
I couldn't hide.
How, Oh how could this be true??
Everything went black
as they took me off the rack.
I came-to in a field
where a crop circle revealed,
and that was the end of my alien attack.
Ashley
Bluelight Crew
The hands of time conquer, and
divide the moments and lines that
you laid down in kind, all the others
they sleep outside.
Stuttering and sputtering, and
choking on their lies. The fabricated
stories that caused hearts to break,
the cheating and deceptive ones
who sleep outside.
Did you find it so very easy, to dig
my grave with words, I wish instead
you had have hit me with a shovel,
to lessen the hurt.
A.
divide the moments and lines that
you laid down in kind, all the others
they sleep outside.
Stuttering and sputtering, and
choking on their lies. The fabricated
stories that caused hearts to break,
the cheating and deceptive ones
who sleep outside.
Did you find it so very easy, to dig
my grave with words, I wish instead
you had have hit me with a shovel,
to lessen the hurt.
A.
infectedmushroom
Bluelighter
I can see the fire of love burn hot,
And i'm drawn to it.
I can see the fire go wild;
And it scars.
Memories whisper;
"Don't touch-You know those tears wont extinguish your skin - forever carrying the sign of a hearts distress;"
Stupid monkey never learns.
Bright red hands -
Moist red eyes.
And i'm drawn to it.
I can see the fire go wild;
And it scars.
Memories whisper;
"Don't touch-You know those tears wont extinguish your skin - forever carrying the sign of a hearts distress;"
Stupid monkey never learns.
Bright red hands -
Moist red eyes.
ImagineBetter
Bluelighter
My Mind
From I time when I was in quite alot of pain back in high school a little emotional
My Mind
My mind sometimes is an inferno of pain and hate,
Yet all I want is a little meaningful escape,
A trip far away from all I know and fear,
To run from things I once held dear,
My mind sometimes isn't my own,
At times I feel just so alone,
Wishing once to get up and run,
To escape this melody I have sung,
My mind at times feels so insane,
I wonder why do I have this brain,
I think sometimes that I shouldn't go on,
And yet I keep livin and singin this song,
I hope maybe one day to feel sane,
And recapture this thing that's known as my brain.
My Mind
My mind sometimes is an inferno of pain and hate,
Yet all I want is a little meaningful escape,
A trip far away from all I know and fear,
To run from things I once held dear,
My mind sometimes isn't my own,
At times I feel just so alone,
Wishing once to get up and run,
To escape this melody I have sung,
My mind at times feels so insane,
I wonder why do I have this brain,
I think sometimes that I shouldn't go on,
And yet I keep livin and singin this song,
I hope maybe one day to feel sane,
And recapture this thing that's known as my brain.
infectedmushroom
Bluelighter
Lizard sun
People go by
Hey, I know you!
Hello, goodbye.
Lizard sun
Watching the world
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go.
Lizard sun
Standing alone
Surrounded by souls
Solitary sight.
Lizard sun
Watching the world
Dreams like forever
Lives like today.
People go by
Hey, I know you!
Hello, goodbye.
Lizard sun
Watching the world
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go.
Lizard sun
Standing alone
Surrounded by souls
Solitary sight.
Lizard sun
Watching the world
Dreams like forever
Lives like today.
Thorns Have Roses
Bluelight Crew
Boredom and sadness I once knew
Anger, pride, and ambition too
Now all that remains of me
Is gnarled, all-consuming anxiety
Perhaps I've become a nut
Or sane enough to see this rut
Either way I don't even care
Whether my future is beyond repair
My psyche has begun to tear
Must be my lot to bear
Haunted by the lingering 'but'
That sparks hope in this miserable glut
Wind rustling the crape myrtle tree
Bubbling from beneath my apathy
A love-light soft and true
Can such faint glimmering see me through?
Anger, pride, and ambition too
Now all that remains of me
Is gnarled, all-consuming anxiety
Perhaps I've become a nut
Or sane enough to see this rut
Either way I don't even care
Whether my future is beyond repair
My psyche has begun to tear
Must be my lot to bear
Haunted by the lingering 'but'
That sparks hope in this miserable glut
Wind rustling the crape myrtle tree
Bubbling from beneath my apathy
A love-light soft and true
Can such faint glimmering see me through?
red sand falls fast, thru a evil hour glass
but i tilt the glass, got the witch on smash
milk Dorothy's titties, ya whores to me
spillin semen and beer, life is a wet dream
pockets was lean, eating EBT
fuck section-8 we in section 16
walk thru the building of dreams, the halls of fame
no cornfields in the brick city,
now I'm in the game
like that monday-night announcer
CORAZONsheart is big, like ghetto club bouncers
same old pimp, from Al Capone to El Patron
DEA bugged all the bedrooms in my home
every night they hearin Sirens moan
NSA tappin my phone jacked into my service, lookin for the provider,
but i'm the soul survivor
they trackin fiends , cars in and out the street
i must have a tunnel, funnel cake from the pantry
when i was twelve i solved rubik's cube
in thirty seconds, only tried blue
rainman happened again with the drug game man
Chris rocked the Pat Riley’s
but im scrappin' the gameplan,
studying networks, and this next epidemic?
i’m trying to forget it
Len Bias
but i tilt the glass, got the witch on smash
milk Dorothy's titties, ya whores to me
spillin semen and beer, life is a wet dream
pockets was lean, eating EBT
fuck section-8 we in section 16
walk thru the building of dreams, the halls of fame
no cornfields in the brick city,
now I'm in the game
like that monday-night announcer
CORAZONs
heart is big, like ghetto club bouncerssame old pimp, from Al Capone to El Patron
DEA bugged all the bedrooms in my home
every night they hearin Sirens moan
NSA tappin my phone jacked into my service, lookin for the provider,
but i'm the soul survivor
they trackin fiends , cars in and out the street
i must have a tunnel, funnel cake from the pantry
when i was twelve i solved rubik's cube
in thirty seconds, only tried blue
rainman happened again with the drug game man
Chris rocked the Pat Riley’s
but im scrappin' the gameplan,
studying networks, and this next epidemic?
i’m trying to forget it
Len Bias
A tectonic tear inside,
Pieces scattered, Far and Wide,
Speeding beyond the Event Horizon,
Nothing left but Fear to ride on,
Blood, Searing, through my Veins,
Despite Reason, I'm going Insane,
Grasping at Resource to Draw on,
Strength has Vanished,
The Result seems forgone,
Hold it Down
Inhale,
Exhale,
Must Shield Myself from the incoming Hail,
I know deep Inside,
What's fracturing is Pride,
I'm opening up,
To the One,
My Guide
Pieces scattered, Far and Wide,
Speeding beyond the Event Horizon,
Nothing left but Fear to ride on,
Blood, Searing, through my Veins,
Despite Reason, I'm going Insane,
Grasping at Resource to Draw on,
Strength has Vanished,
The Result seems forgone,
Hold it Down
Inhale,
Exhale,
Must Shield Myself from the incoming Hail,
I know deep Inside,
What's fracturing is Pride,
I'm opening up,
To the One,
My Guide
sidestyle
Bluelighter
I was cocked back in a stare at the sun when she pulled my arm aside into a kiss that made me think she could have been a man but then I knew that beauty doesn't come in shapes or sizes, it comes in knowledge and translation.
infectedmushroom
Bluelighter
Why the long face?
Tears rolling down,
Soaked in disgrace.
Look at me now;
Look at my face.
It's ok.
We'll do this
Together.
I'm a good guy.
I rob, cheat, and lie.
I must get ahead;
Is there a meaning?
Is this a test?
Look at me now,
I don't know much.
Tears rolling down,
Still soaked in disgrace.
Look at me now;
Look at my face.
It's ok.
Lets do this
Together.
Tears rolling down,
Soaked in disgrace.
Look at me now;
Look at my face.
It's ok.
We'll do this
Together.
I'm a good guy.
I rob, cheat, and lie.
I must get ahead;
Is there a meaning?
Is this a test?
Look at me now,
I don't know much.
Tears rolling down,
Still soaked in disgrace.
Look at me now;
Look at my face.
It's ok.
Lets do this
Together.
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Ashley
Bluelight Crew
There were witches all about!
Taking part in a Sabbat gathering,
Under the cover of darkness,
With the moon casting an eerie light,
About the midnight procession,
They did whisper morbid, distasteful words,
That no normal soul could have heard,
When I listened to the nothingness,
All of their poisoned words,
Rang loudly within my ears,
There were witches all about!
With their candles and cauldrons,
Against which they rest their brooms,
They have no innocence to protest,
So, they sing elaborate fairy tales,
Devoid of truth or reason,
That make for melancholy song,
There were witches all about!
Well versed in matters of the occult,
Long before day break they began,
Marching toward a bleak tomorrow,
Wearing drab coloured cloaks,
Holding a rank smelling constitution,
It reeks of death,
Their futile quest,
Last night,
For hours I did dream,
Of a land full of monsters,
And their kin,
But upon waking from my slumber,
It had become evident,
That only the make believe,
The fantastical,
Myth beyond the tethers of logic,
Could possibly save me now,
For I had embraced insanity.
A.
Taking part in a Sabbat gathering,
Under the cover of darkness,
With the moon casting an eerie light,
About the midnight procession,
They did whisper morbid, distasteful words,
That no normal soul could have heard,
When I listened to the nothingness,
All of their poisoned words,
Rang loudly within my ears,
There were witches all about!
With their candles and cauldrons,
Against which they rest their brooms,
They have no innocence to protest,
So, they sing elaborate fairy tales,
Devoid of truth or reason,
That make for melancholy song,
There were witches all about!
Well versed in matters of the occult,
Long before day break they began,
Marching toward a bleak tomorrow,
Wearing drab coloured cloaks,
Holding a rank smelling constitution,
It reeks of death,
Their futile quest,
Last night,
For hours I did dream,
Of a land full of monsters,
And their kin,
But upon waking from my slumber,
It had become evident,
That only the make believe,
The fantastical,
Myth beyond the tethers of logic,
Could possibly save me now,
For I had embraced insanity.
A.
infectedmushroom
Bluelighter
^I like the imagery in this so much. Also the cadence, is so fluid, and pleasurable to read. Nice.
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Vaster expanses could never be travelled in search of true self
To reach a horizon seeped in gold not misery
To traverse the trails inherent to the mind
The pot of gold is a mere hallucination,
In the lonely desert of truth.
We keep on walking though, we never stop
The red pill is no more euphoric than blue.
We keep on walking, we never stop,
Although we can go through this life side by side
Each person walks their own road alone.
_______________________________
Vaster expanses could never be travelled in search of true self
To reach a horizon seeped in gold not misery
To traverse the trails inherent to the mind
The pot of gold is a mere hallucination,
In the lonely desert of truth.
We keep on walking though, we never stop
The red pill is no more euphoric than blue.
We keep on walking, we never stop,
Although we can go through this life side by side
Each person walks their own road alone.
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ForEverAfter
Ex-Bluelighter
fuck. pray. love
she spreads her bald eagle viewfinder. we watch wide wings silhouette pink and purple. we worship. we devote. we hydrate from her golden waterfall. we eat the discarded tissue of her womb.
she wants more.
milk dripping from her endless white tits. faint blue veins tracing her translucent skin. her nipples like prunes from the cold air. we suckle. we spoon. we explore her. cautious. like tap dancers tapping on thin ice. leaving no pore un-kissed.
still, she sighs.
so, we hold her down. working wrinkled fingers inside her. bruising her windpipe. we pledge allegiance to the united states of animal and man. she follows suit. this mutant lust. loitering beyond love and beauty. we re-arrange limbs like puppeteers. erupting onto skin and hair. we close our eyes to images of dead cattle. terrible things past and terrible things to come.
pervert. she says.
we worship. we devote.
we hydrate from her golden waterfall.
we eat the discarded tissue of her womb.
she spreads her bald eagle viewfinder. we watch wide wings silhouette pink and purple. we worship. we devote. we hydrate from her golden waterfall. we eat the discarded tissue of her womb.
she wants more.
milk dripping from her endless white tits. faint blue veins tracing her translucent skin. her nipples like prunes from the cold air. we suckle. we spoon. we explore her. cautious. like tap dancers tapping on thin ice. leaving no pore un-kissed.
still, she sighs.
so, we hold her down. working wrinkled fingers inside her. bruising her windpipe. we pledge allegiance to the united states of animal and man. she follows suit. this mutant lust. loitering beyond love and beauty. we re-arrange limbs like puppeteers. erupting onto skin and hair. we close our eyes to images of dead cattle. terrible things past and terrible things to come.
pervert. she says.
we worship. we devote.
we hydrate from her golden waterfall.
we eat the discarded tissue of her womb.
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ForEverAfter
Ex-Bluelighter
vodka cannot satisfy this unruly appetite.
don’t pretend to believe otherwise.
sever ties with the passed.
be they temporal
or material.
follow me
for i know not
where I am going.
believe me
when i say faith
is illusory. dismount
reality. don’t look
back. into
the wild,
we go.
don’t pretend to believe otherwise.
sever ties with the passed.
be they temporal
or material.
follow me
for i know not
where I am going.
believe me
when i say faith
is illusory. dismount
reality. don’t look
back. into
the wild,
we go.