fotograffiti88's blog: "Written Works of a Druknen Irishman"

Rewards of Suffering I walk alone This road of Broken glass and Shattered dreams Barefoot and naked Soul exposed To sadistic forces Salty tears of sorrow Mingle with tears Of pleasure My road of salvation Ends at freedom fields Brings a new journey Where dreams are real True friends exist Love can be found The rewards of suffering Mean everything to me

Revolution Wild spirits Born into urban chaos Mingling in the fringes Suburban time bombs In the depth of their eyes Old souls battle social juggernauts A war that no one is safe from Raging in a solid frame Cut from hard experiences A blind world turns a deaf ear To the howl of the lone wolves Circling corporate castles in the sky Waiting for the sign of weakness Waiting to strike out Waiting to thin the herd Waiting to gnaw on the bones Their reality is ready to be born In the aftermath of their revolution Prepare yourselves

Restoration I dare to enter A brave new world The size of your heart And fear strikes me A crash test dummy Meeting a windshield Mangled by the accident That is my life Unable to face the possibility That I could fit here Beneath your breast And live happily In its protective cage How much did the last tenant Leave behind And how long will it be Before I get my eviction notice I’m not ready for this My dilapidated soul Must first be rebuilt and restored Before I would have the courage To dare to enter A brave new world The size of your heart

Reincarnation Shock art super soldiers Lonely assassin word-slingers Sitting in clock towers Picking off random targets With blind inaccuracy Hoping to leave their mark On a scarred society But they all lack The nuclear creative warheads To cause mass inspiration Infatuation Admiration And the world barely notices When you swan dive On your scripted bullets But the death must be endured Before the pains of rebirth Can give you a chance To blast the world With Wierding Way words

Reflections In locked gaze They stare Deep within each other A torrent of emotions Emanates through history Reflections of Transgressions Admirations Infatuations This investigation Between linked souls Clashing antagonists From birth Til death Fighting To get ahead To gain control To win a futile war Then A sigh A blink And silent acceptance As the man Turns from the mirror

may we each find ours in timeless space without warning or expectance as on baited breathe we give and take a step closer to chronos' final page when the doors are locked and the last chair is cleared and only death remains

Proof of Life Silence . . . My rage My passion My anger My love My nightmares My dreams My world Sits in undefined silence Undefined stillness An infinite void No joy No pain No sweet Revenge or pleasure I simply am Philosophically non-existent Poetically dead Senses can prove I am here But not that I am alive

Phoenix My calm demeanor Belies the hidden beast Chained in the cellar Pounding from within My heart Begging for release Searching for an escape Its rage feeds Wild fires of passion In still blue eyes Laying waste To childhood dreams Whose ashes Fertilize a rebellious mind

Pain and Pleasure I have gripped both The blade and the hilt Of this double-edged sword Of whirlwind emotions That courses through My animated corpse I want this freight train roller coaster To be derailed forever I no longer want To hurt or to be hurt by Myself or anyone else I’m so tired of pain That I am willing To forfeit pleasure To forever escape it.