My heart feels warm even on a cold winter day,
We kill our time talking but I've got nothing to say,
The hours seem seconds when I look into those eyes,
I look all around and ask myself if this is paradise,
I fear not the day I sleep in the ground,
Just another child getting lost in the sound,
Dancing to the beat under the mid-night sun,
No consequences, its all in fun,
I look slightly stoopid but my soul is sublime,
Searching for nirvana but I take my time,
In an atmosphere of anger and deppression,
Throw up a smile to relieve the tension,
In this world built upon organized Anarchy,
It would appear that theres nothing new for m
Moving and turning,
Tossing and rocking,
No peace, no serenity,
Nothing new to me,
Up and down,
Back and forth,
West and East,
South and North,
To the city,
To the country,
To school,
To work,
To bed,
Then back to the dirt,
No peace, no grace,
Never been in just one spot,
I've got to leave this place,
Don't stop for hurt,
I'll clean the cuts tommorow,
I don't notice the bood on my shirt,
My heart is raceing,
This pace aint changeing,
I just keep in motion and I don't know why,
The day I slow down is the day I die.....
She descends from the heavens like a snowflake,
So cold but so real in a world so fake,
She asks, "Is there a God in that sky up above?"
As she throws it all away getting high on love,
She looks so hard but she can't find an answer,
She kills herself 20 times a day with a dose of cancer,
She steps so lightly across the ice,
She's fallen through once; she prays it won't be twice,
There is no heaven because she lives in hell,
She hears the throbbing in her ears like Poe heard the bells,
She prays to god, "dont let me fall",
But she still tumbles after years of standing tall,
She looks all around and still feels lost,
She knew the
The autumn wind,
She bites my skin,
She forces me to hate that man in the mirror,
The only woman that makes me see myself clearer,
The world she sweeps has no innocence,
Everyday she teaches me a lesson and forces me to reminisce,
She pushes me to a place between my first kiss and apocalypse,
She's never said a word but I can read her lips,
For as much as I hate she steals my love,
Is she God? Is she a devil? Is she all of the above?
No matter how hard I push she wins with a shove,
She has haunted me for the last fifteen years,
She's so cold it burns, she forces the tears,
She's the love of my life and the sum of my fears,
She'
I take a look at the lights and wish they would die again,
If you share this emotion you're my friend,
dont ask me questions cause all i have is a head of shaggy hair,
cause that woman with all the answers live upstairs,
I'd pray but with all the shit I've done i doubt she'd care,
So if you're liven too die throw those hands in the air,
So I'll stare at the horizon,
untill there's sumthing to set my eyes on,
no matter religon,
or the politician,
all the things they put in your face is superstition,
But the wind on the edge of the field feels like love,
I'll always be a fighter when push meets shove,
and the smoke feels like
My heart feels warm even on a cold winter day,
We kill our time talking but I've got nothing to say,
The hours seem seconds when I look into those eyes,
I look all around and ask myself if this is paradise,
I fear not the day I sleep in the ground,
Just another child getting lost in the sound,
Dancing to the beat under the mid-night sun,
No consequences, its all in fun,
I look slightly stoopid but my soul is sublime,
Searching for nirvana but I take my time,
In an atmosphere of anger and deppression,
Throw up a smile to relieve the tension,
In this world built upon organized Anarchy,
It would appear that theres nothing new for m
Moving and turning,
Tossing and rocking,
No peace, no serenity,
Nothing new to me,
Up and down,
Back and forth,
West and East,
South and North,
To the city,
To the country,
To school,
To work,
To bed,
Then back to the dirt,
No peace, no grace,
Never been in just one spot,
I've got to leave this place,
Don't stop for hurt,
I'll clean the cuts tommorow,
I don't notice the bood on my shirt,
My heart is raceing,
This pace aint changeing,
I just keep in motion and I don't know why,
The day I slow down is the day I die.....
She descends from the heavens like a snowflake,
So cold but so real in a world so fake,
She asks, "Is there a God in that sky up above?"
As she throws it all away getting high on love,
She looks so hard but she can't find an answer,
She kills herself 20 times a day with a dose of cancer,
She steps so lightly across the ice,
She's fallen through once; she prays it won't be twice,
There is no heaven because she lives in hell,
She hears the throbbing in her ears like Poe heard the bells,
She prays to god, "dont let me fall",
But she still tumbles after years of standing tall,
She looks all around and still feels lost,
She knew the
The autumn wind,
She bites my skin,
She forces me to hate that man in the mirror,
The only woman that makes me see myself clearer,
The world she sweeps has no innocence,
Everyday she teaches me a lesson and forces me to reminisce,
She pushes me to a place between my first kiss and apocalypse,
She's never said a word but I can read her lips,
For as much as I hate she steals my love,
Is she God? Is she a devil? Is she all of the above?
No matter how hard I push she wins with a shove,
She has haunted me for the last fifteen years,
She's so cold it burns, she forces the tears,
She's the love of my life and the sum of my fears,
She'
I take a look at the lights and wish they would die again,
If you share this emotion you're my friend,
dont ask me questions cause all i have is a head of shaggy hair,
cause that woman with all the answers live upstairs,
I'd pray but with all the shit I've done i doubt she'd care,
So if you're liven too die throw those hands in the air,
So I'll stare at the horizon,
untill there's sumthing to set my eyes on,
no matter religon,
or the politician,
all the things they put in your face is superstition,
But the wind on the edge of the field feels like love,
I'll always be a fighter when push meets shove,
and the smoke feels like
Sunday morning masses
friday night prayers
the masses drunk on their religion
their eyes are vacant stares.
God is in his heaven
so that all is right and well
the starving raise their hands to heaven
while they live in hell.
Searching for lost souls
whom had them all along
they ignore their heart's own lyrics
and raise to gods their songs.
Through out the many eons
oceans of blood were spilt
to sacrifice on gilded altars
humanity and guilt.
Isaac stood upon the mount
his father was to kill him
to murder his only son for god
no love at all was in him
Humanity has offered up
so many sacrifices
virgins now dead for the
My name is Kyle, i enjoy writeing storys,poems,lyrics and the ocassional political/philisophical manuscript.
I'm a Communist
I support N. Irish & Scotish independence from "Great" Britain.
I support palistinian indendence from Isreal in Gaza & the west bank, but i do beleive both sides need to take a deep breath and pull the sticks from their asses. (NOTE: i in no way support any form of islamic jihad).
I support women's and gay rights as well as the never ending civil rights movment.
i am a self tought historian and scholar (mainly by reading every history book I could get my hands on since the age of 6).
I believe that organized religon really pisses god off (probly, i would get tired of people saying they were killing in my name), like when Christians bomb abortion clinics, or when when suicide bombers kill inocent people in the streets of Iraq & Afganistan
I am for the legalization of Marijuana, out of anything in the intoxicant world, Marijuana is the most widly used "Drug" and has not violent side affects, no sddictive properties and is less of a depressant than alcohol. (as a Communist, I beleave that a high working class is more stable than a working class that drounds in bars).
I support peoples right to arms in the name of self defense. (If people are educated, responsible and have a gun, its not a problem with me).
I hope to one day be an authour and get a PhD. in history (so I can teach all levels without going through teaching school).
I will use any money from my books (should I be lucky enough to publish some) to help any who needs it. I would also like to make some documentries some day.
As a Marxist I'm very anti-USSR after Lenin, not a Trotskyist but I will never appritiate Stalin, unlike my comrades who arn't williing to admitt something was wrong in The Soviet Union under Stalin.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XXL (i like it baggy....and I'm kinda tall) Favourite genre of music: Alternative/ 90s Rock Favourite photographer: Alberto Korda Favourite style of art: Surrealism Favourite cartoon character: Road Runner Personal Quote: Democracy is the scaffolding for economic empires.
Dear Kaitlyn,
I miss talking to you,
its like the sky's missing a shade of blue,
I used to say I love you,
but now-ah days I have no clue,
and if you could see me now,
you'd be dissgusted with what I've become,
I can only write this cause I'm not sober right now,
If you could see the cigarettes in my lip you'd call me dumb,
I'm so fucked up a week ago there was a gun in a shoe box under my bed,
and you'd kill me if i listed all the chemicals that have been in my head,
now ever god couldent save me,
so ima let big tobbacco shave me,
of my pride, and give me sumthing to hide,
and I don't know how I ended up with a job an
I'm no communist but I do like some of the stances you'd listed on things in your profile. I'm a moderate so to extremists that means the antichrist... a moderate what though I'm still trying to figure out.