Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Like everything else the world has to come to an end.

I leave you with the end.
My days of writing are over.
My anger and pain all but gone.
My mind fully focused.
Herald the moment has come.

I have given up the war on this world.
My legions of anger and destruction have gone.
What is left is but a shell.
A happy one.
I am succeeding.

In the end, we all have limits.
I have reached mine.
Let i be said I fought.
Fought a empty and worthless war.
A war of words that never won.

What I have now though, its so much more.
I cannot explain but life seems right.
The end cannot stop me, only accept me.
So to you I wish fairwell.
Goodbye and Good luck.

Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Walk up the fucking hill, walk down the fucking hill. Fuck the damn hill.

I have nothing to offer you.
Accept me. My love. My heart.
I promise to never leave.
To never break your heart.
Or cause you any pain.

I am human. I am not a machine.
The cold exterior society isn’t enough.
Its just a shade of Gray. Its just a norm.
You are not though. You a light.
You cut away the bullshit.

No. I do not lie when I am like this.
This isn’t just one of my masks.
Its the truth. You mean the world to me.
If you cannot see that. Then all is lost.
This world has no justice.

I could fight on for hundred years.
It would not matter.
I could sacrifice my life for you.
But would to realise that?
Would you care?

Like a leave on the wind.
I will be stuck, part of a bullshit flow.
My soul will shatter and life have won.
The Gray will accept me.
I will just become another mindless drone.

Saturday, 25 April 2009

Yes we did send the forms off, no we are not lying. So do we or do not get the planet?

This is who i am and i can’t change my way
No, not until i destroy the boundaries that hold me
They have to be broken for me to understand
For my eyes to see my future destroyed
Until that point, my war on myself will continue

I have searched for happiness and found pain
Such pain that it hurts, lying alone in my bed
Depressed at the sad state of my life, its what i done
I got words till the end of this world, fuck this merde
My poetry is from the heart, not from my mind

I don’t know what i want anymore
There isn’t one thing that stands above the rest
Nothing i do seems to matter in this world
If i show kindness it is deemed wrong
So what should i do?

Give up and die knowing i didn’t do anything?
No, No that's not what i am going to do
I am going to destroy everything in a good way
Going to break the fucking system that has held me
I am going to war against my culture, against me

Its time to begin a new revolution, words and music
Time to build something stronger, something i can control
A system that will have no walls, no boundaries
Something i know i can work towards and achieve
Its time to become what i should have ages ago

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

feel the beat, feel its sad tones, feel its love being rejected

My emotions are exploding and this is what I feel
My mind has gone overboard, lost all sense of direction
I am breaking my body with alcohol, trying to find something
Destroying myself into pieces to understand me
But all I can find is everlasting pain

My days are filled with thoughts from beginning to end
If peace occurs its not long enough, just a tiny glimmer
Death keeps me moving in this life, its the only certain thing
Knowing one day this pain that is life will end is my joy
To let my soul sore in heavens is pure ecstasy

Until that moment though I must make a decision
To work selflessly for this world or to rot away
Walk this earth to help others who are in need
To not stop until my body breaks, until my soul shatters
Until the day I die, I won't stop being me

Wednesday, 10 December 2008

you run, you hide, you even cry but alas it doesn't matter. Your emotions will always be there.

The day began bleak, grey skies
The concrete eyesores break me down
I apologise but this is my city
It’s not pretty nor lovely
It serves it purpose

So as I said the day began bleak
So did I really, mind just wasn’t there
I realized too late, my music had gone
So had that essence that kept me in line
Instead there was nothing

A sense of surreal rightness
What I am I on about you ask yourself?
Simple, my emotions had gone
The one thing that made me wake up
The thing that made me hate

Instead it’s replaced by a uncaring attitude
The implication is serious, you don’t see it
I do
Without it I will accept the norm
No more fighting talk from me

Like this poem my mood is gray
Its neither here nor there
Its in the middle, the gray part
You see nothing makes sense
Its all riddles and lies

Unless it’s the truth
So how do I end this for you
Simple. I am Lovejit.
You will forget the name, like me.
It doesn't matter.

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

There it was. The end of all we knew and beginning of something we didn't. We had found our true home.

A fluidic endless motion occurs
You stop to wonder, too late
A moment of clarity has hit you like a bullet
Your whole life opens before you

The dull gray landscape cannot hold you down
Your spirit soars, your body awake, your senses alive
In one moment you see your whole life
In another second you hit reality

Your back to everything you know
But you long for more, an escape from it all
To be back in there, to walk amongst your dream
Your soul yearns for it, your heart longs for it

You cannot give in, you refuse to accept the norm
Your heart longs for another to walk with you
Someone to open your world, someone to blow you away
Then it hits you, it cannot occur, reality is real.

Wednesday, 16 April 2008

Regurgitated bullshit on a stick sent into space...no one knew why but he liked doing that

Hard hitting versus mean nothing to the mentally blind
There true meaning lost to fools dancing like they understand
Remember my lingo, criticise my look, hide into the shadows
Step forth and bring your words upon me
Realise I don’t care, I am brain dead to society.

My life has moved on, my brothers have become demons
What are you? Nothing but a user, a pusher, a nobody.
Yeah I fear the world, I fear being alone but what do you have?
False idol lovers and fake plastic friends
I cry at your life and laugh at your attempt to rectify

It’s too late, words are not enough
Sacrifice yourself and save face
You lost the race and have nothing left
They used you Fucker! Now what do you have?
Broken promises and a broken heart.