Brick Road

Walk down a street carrying a bag of tricks like a magician

Hoping not to break a step among the many millions.

It’s old and it’s beautiful and it can’t take the stain

of parlor tricks performed in dingy theaters without refrain.

A short walk and all the while hoping to turn the red and grey

to blinding green and golden;

Do you have a wish or is it all the while broken?

Do you perform a job you hate every day,

swindling sweet purses from those for your ill-gotten gains?

Do you get called ‘liar’ every show in few by some broken-hearted teen

or cynical, miserable ewe?

Does your show get fewer listeners every time you play,

or is it slowly turning belly up with every single say?

A fortune doing what you love seems a dream come true,

but only if you’re earning which you never seem to do.

And you walk a road that’s rough on your feet to every single tragedy

just to make ends meet.

Do you just go out with a whisper in the poverty,

nameless or moneyless for all without exception?

Is there no avenue left to greet

when all the taxes go to well-maintained roads

and all dreams die in the street?

Hear the street performers play happy melodies for dimes.

Hear the green grocers sell their wares with a melancholy shine.

Hear businesses crowd streets in the mix with wares not meant to share.

Hear souls goodbye that can’t take the costs they bare.

See a bloody brick road from generations past never change at all

while the buildings and the people leave against the call.

End a thriving market with many people all around.

Change it to a cul de sac with the only store: Chevron.

ISA

This is original format. 

I hate

I hate the world.
I hate people.
I hate everything…but not you.
I despise you.
You sit in a closet with a tourniquet around your throat to stop words from coming out.
You, who sits in a corner and cries in self-pity.
You ugly, deplorable, rancid filth of a person, I wish you would die.
 
Just die.
Suck up the lies and let the truth come out, you deceitful serpent.
Cut into your bones to spill the marrow, like you don't spill filth over the ground already.
Bash your head into a wall until you don't think and just listen when people talk to you.
You traitorous scorpion, you don't deserve the love of family or the peace of quiet and solitude.
 
I wish for your every breath  to be torturous, you bandage-covered mummy.
Carve your own organs into place, you selfish twat.
Let the world see who you really are;
reject the pity, the recognition, anything that would actually help.
 
Laugh yourself unto madness, while listening to your soul cry.
Spill every drop of your blood unto the carpet, in the hopes of imprinting your misery into color.
You artist, you thick-headed slob.
You dandy-coated,  self-righteous, narcissistic, arrogant pile of horse ass-vomit.
 
Go die, filthy person.
Go and hate in hell.
The world doesn't need you.
The world doesn't want you.
You're a waste of space.
 I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you…me.


ISA

Can't Sleep

I can't sleep because I think too much;
Robbed of life with a bitter touch.
Even in my own home, my decisions
Are met with skepticism, dismissal and derision.

 

By friends so colorful, who don't know my name,

By family so loveable, who think me as tamed…
I feel like a stone tablet left on a table:
Ignored and forgotten, till it's moving is enabled.

 

I'm so angry it hurts; this pain in my chest

It's left behind, like me and my rest.
Can't I decide, (in my own home no less),
what games to play, when stuck with doctor or dress?

 

It hurts like a dream, filled only with pain.

I can't sleep when nobody knows the frame.
I'm stuck in a loophole, a cycle straight down,
Where I can't even sleep in my own home town.

 

Why the same thing; endless repetition?

Why not sit back, even if you need to pay the tuition.
It doesn't cost much… to change your own ways
When it opens up new doors, and I can sleep away the day.

 

 

Who am I even talking to?

 

 

 

Echo Echo Freely

Echoes echo echo freely.
Over water, through the air
Echoes echo echo freely.

 

Inside a storm, inside your mind

An echo resounds
Creating afterimages of effects and times;
Memories lost to ether rebound.

 

Echoes echo echo freely…

If you count freedom as an extra large cage.
And over time an echo goes quiet.
And we say echoes echo echo freely.

 

Stuck in a hole that they can't rise out of

dying slowly unless they hit the absent bell
getting quieter and quieter till there's no sound left;
would you say that echoes echo echo freely?

 

 

ISA

Snake Bite

I was  born inside a snake cage.
Only ever pythons or vipers
Cut to pieces or choked and swallowed whole.
So, so venomous.

 

Shadows on the wall without waiting

Serpents on the ceiling, baiting, baiting
Can't figure without being stabbed by odes
Drowning in the mood. Yet not so blue.

 

Dug the teeth in without regard for the victim.

Murdered murderers… if you can erase the meaning in the bitten.
Burdened by weight without legs to move forward.
Without arms to grab, you don't create. Not ordered.

 

Shadows on the wall without waiting

Serpents on the ceiling, baiting, baiting
Can't figure without being stabbed by odes
Drowning in the mood. Yet not so blue.

 

What  joke can hide behind a mask behind a mask

Hiding a symphony without the capability to ask?
A dead band without the potion to bring it back to life.
Would you ever want to when it's filled with so much strife?

 

Shadows on the wall without waiting

Serpents on the ceiling, baiting, baiting
Can't figure without being stabbed by odes
Drowning in the mood. Yet not so blue.
Not so blue.
Green and yellow and red and you,
Not so blue.
Not so blue.

ISA

Oh Sakura

When did I forget to lie again?
With dreams left seething
It seems to dissipate
Into the rainstorm.
 
Oh Sakura,
you left me breathless.
I'm so restless,
Cannot fall asleep again.
Oh Sakura,
You left me all alone.
 
Need to go away
Way back far in bus-less retrograde.
Walk a thousand steps
into the never-ending fall.
 
Oh Sakura,
you left me breathless.
I'm so restless,
Cannot fall asleep again.
Oh Sakura,
You left me all alone.
 
Timeless wastrels
Lyrical assholes.
Talking like lovers lost
dead in the long run.
 
Oh Sakura
Without you I'll be gone.
Oh Sakura
Dead like a raindoll.
Oh Sakura
You left me all alone.
Oh Sakura.
Oh Sakura.

 

ISA

 

 

Like a Knife

Like a knife,
I'm full of edges;
Rough edges, sharp edges,
cutting a strait through to inner meanings.
 
It's telling when your gaze leaves lines of fear,
and your words take them aback.
Of course a single cut can kill.
Every child is taught this when they're young...
 
***
 
It makes a child sensitive if they're treated like a knife.
Dangling from the hilt down,
Lacking affection.
Treated like a tool.
 
It makes an adult angry,
To be so carefully handled so segregated from their peers.
How would any knife feel to be left outside the box of forks and spoon?
No consideration, does a knife get.
Cowards.
 
It makes the old and wise sad
To see the same treatment given to others.
The same mistakes made,
The same days and the same situations.
They always want better for those that wouldn't be forced otherwise.
 
I'm none of these things.
I'm a weapon I myself use.
My eyes dig deep and leave scars,
My words leave gashes and furrows.
My hands destroy that which I touch.
But I control me.

I don't have to be a knife.
I don't have to hurt or kill.
I'm only like a knife.
To transform otherwise…would be unlike me.


ISA

P.S. from Mike: (Sorry people. It seems like this month is going to be used for Inspirationals with 'Metals' as the theme. Oh, and it seems like it may be a question to this, so... I don't write these. My friend, ISA, is the one who does. I only maintain this blog for him. I'm his editor. I don't normally leave these, but I've gotten more than one question as of late from friends offline, so I thought I'd answer the question here.

We're planning an AMA/AUA soon though. Please send your questions in. THANKS!)