No Rules Press
#2
Posted 12 March 2012 - 01:31 PM
C.E.O.
Fuck you
and your ivory
tower.
Squeeze the juices
from my life,
and
turn them
into
gold for your whores.
Grow fat from my
sweat,
and pretend you care.
Fool the masses with your illusions,
but I can see what you
conceal.
Enjoy your ride
while you can,
fucker,
‘cause it won’t last forever.
When we come for you
on the darkest night,
your pawns will part,
and
lead us
straight
to your lair.
ECS
Edited by ECS, 12 March 2012 - 01:34 PM.
#3
Posted 13 March 2012 - 08:38 PM
Another just for the hell of it....
The TLA
Crushed.
Pushed.
And pulled.
Masses of movement become one.
A tide of flesh.
A heartbeat of drums.
An undercurrent of bass, and the scream of a guitar stir lost emotions.
A voice laid bare, slams through the microphone.
Words tear through the night as the bodies clash and meld in the heat.
Arms raised in union,
sweat stinging in their eyes,
they bond deep below society.
90 minutes of rawness.
Brought to an end when the lights come up on an empty stage.
Lost souls spill into the street.
Together,
but alone,
they carry the embers within.
.
Edited by ECS, 13 March 2012 - 08:40 PM.
#4
Posted 18 March 2012 - 01:40 PM
Phoenix
Dull eyes and dead minds,
everywhere.
Sheep to pasture.
Fed the banal thoughts of corporate America.
They grow fat,
content in their cocoons.
I walk among them,
but I am not the same.
I only play their games,
and follow their rules for the sake of others.
One day I will release the light that burns in my soul,
and they will fall before me, ashen and hollow.
I will rise above the clouds.
Free.
Edited by ECS, 18 March 2012 - 01:42 PM.
#5
Posted 11 April 2012 - 07:14 PM
Scar
Where did it come from?
I imagine at the time it
hurt deeply,
and bled
ruby
red.
Too much time has passed,
and my memory is weak.
Nothing now, but a pale jagged line,
a reminder of forgotten days
and unbridled nights.
I yearn now for those lost passions,
and
curse
the responsibilities that keep me
insulated
from
new wounds.
Corporate Life
A small cog
in a very large machine
knows it’s place,
and keeps the pace.
Day
after
day,
year
after
year.
Always moving,
working,
but never gaining ground.
Accepting the futility of it’s destiny,
it follows the lead of countless others,
while
secretly dreaming
of a catastrophic clash
to release the
monotony,
and
stop
the
madness.
Succubus
I can feel the
evil
in her subtle movements.
Hear the
anguish
beneath her smoky whispers.
See the
darkness
behind her ivory smile.
But,
I can not look away,
or
leave.
Blackness wrapped in purest silk.
Skin, smooth like bullet proof glass
that warms to my
touch.
She knows my
weakness.
I’ve chosen my poison,
and drink deep
from
the
well.
No regrets.
No tuning back.
Only desire
and
release.
Until the end
of my
days.
ECS
Edited by ECS, 11 April 2012 - 07:16 PM.
#6
Posted 12 April 2012 - 07:28 AM
ECS, on 11 April 2012 - 07:14 PM, said:
Succubus
I can feel the
evil
in her subtle movements.
Hear the
anguish
beneath her smoky whispers.
See the
darkness
behind her ivory smile.
But,
I can not look away,
or
leave.
Blackness wrapped in purest silk.
Skin, smooth like bullet proof glass
that warms to my
touch.
She knows my
weakness.
I’ve chosen my poison,
and drink deep
from
the
well.
No regrets.
No tuning back.
Only desire
and
release.
Until the end
of my
days.
ECS
EDIT: You even posted it on her birthday. Well done sir, well done.
#7
Posted 19 April 2012 - 10:56 AM
All Dead, on 12 April 2012 - 07:28 AM, said:
EDIT: You even posted it on her birthday. Well done sir, well done.
AD, just saw your edit...sounds like you need a new girl...how about this one:
Rose
I met a beautiful girl
at a gig in the city.
Raven haired and ruby lipped.
Her ivory skin set ablaze
with technicolor tattoos.
We talk
and
connect.
She asks…
and I tell her…
I carry my tattoos on the inside,
revealed only to those of my choosing.
ECS
#8
Posted 22 April 2012 - 06:57 PM
ECS, on 19 April 2012 - 10:56 AM, said:
Yeah, I'm bitter.
#9
Posted 22 April 2012 - 09:26 PM
All Dead, on 22 April 2012 - 06:57 PM, said:
Yeah, I'm bitter.
Yeah man, I hear you. Been down that road a few times myself.
Sounds like you could use a drink...how about this one:
Again
I told myself the last time
was
the
last
time.
But I’ve never been much for absolutes.
One foot on the rail,
both elbows on the bar.
Head down.
Shot in hand.
I tip the glass and roll it in my fingers.
There’s no denying the attraction.
Cool as quicksilver,
it rolls down my throat.
An old, yellow-faced clock ticks off the minutes.
I know I should be home,
but I’m feeling
good,
and the wildness is calling.
ECS
#10
Posted 03 May 2012 - 08:51 AM
S.O.S
I am drowning on dry land,
in thin air,
a thousand feet above sea level.
Not a drop of water
touches my skin,
and still I struggle
to catch my
breath.
Debt
and
responsibility
hold me under,
and refuse
to ease their grip,
but I will not go down easily.
Fighting rising tides
and crashing waves,
I snatch quick breaths
between the swells,
and
treasure the fresh air
that fills my aching lungs.
These small breaks to the surface
are what keep me
alive.
They grow farther apart
and shorter in duration,
but
I know they will come
again,
if I am willing to swim strong and hard
against the dark currents
of
suburbia.
ECS
Edited by ECS, 23 May 2012 - 09:27 PM.
#12
Posted 30 May 2012 - 03:08 PM
Rapture
What do you believe?
What gets you through jet black days
and starless nights?
What quiets your fears when
chaos rages in your ears
and drowns out your world?
Will you put your fate in the hands of a god
you’ve never met,
and cross your fingers as you take your last breath,
hoping you’ve made the right choice?
Not me baby.
Ice cold beers will quench my fiery demons,
and a white hot piece of ass
will warm me on death’s bed.
I will walk my crooked path
strong and unafraid,
knowing that the weakest souls
and strongest structures will all
eventually
return to earth.
I will join them one day,
but if you are reading these words,
I will not be
alone.
ECS
#13
Posted 12 February 2013 - 04:01 PM
Release
There's a wolf in my bedroom closet.
Kept secure
under lock and key,
hidden
from view,
and
forgotten
by his pack.
He claws at the door
and fights to escape
on lonely Winter nights when strong drink
stirs
my
soul.
I feel for him...
trapped,
and cut off from the forest where he used to run
wild.
I am tempted to release him...
to let him tear out my throat
and taste my blood,
to let him return to the dark woods of his past.
One turn of the rusted iron key
will change both of our lives
forever,
but only if I am strong enough to
commit.
His snarls call to my desire
as the latch swings
free.
Crimson footprints fall
on virgin snow.
His howls echo under a silver moon,
and we are
one
in the shadows.
ECS
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