Final Fantasy Haven

celtic_silver · Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:51 pm Post subject:

Wine Bottle Air Guitar

Being a drunk can be quite insane,
do not be fooled by other's disdain.

Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
Uno card poker,
the best by far.
I dance to an unseen beat,
music's not playing,
I can't feel my feet.

Breaking stuff when on the rum,
sobering up makes it seem dumb.
Pegging stuff at each other,
hope it don't hit his little brother.
A little of this, a little of that,
make you vomit, make you shat.

Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
Uno card poker,
the best by far.
I dance to an unseen beat,
music's not playing,
I can't feel my feet.

A random thing here,
a random thing there,
a random thing everywhere.
People get rough,
lucky we're tough,
so we have no cares.

Down that s***,
that's the stuff,
it'll be a real hit.
The red is tough,
can't have have enough,
I really, really mean it.

Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
Uno card poker,
the best by far.
I dance to an unseen beat,
music's not playing,
I can't feel my feet.

Oh yeah, feel my soul,
it's rock 'an' roll,
I really feel it moving.
In my gut,
a lot of booze,
the only way to snooze.

I drank some white,
it had no fight,
and therefore no meaning.
So I went to the store,
then I got more,
man, my eyes were gleaming.

Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
In it's own right,
makes me a star.
I danced to the unseen beat,
music wasn't playing,
I fell off my feet.

Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
in my own mind I am a star.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
in my head I will go far.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
delusional I raise the bar.
Wine Botle Air Guitar,
Nananana na nanana.

_________________
'What is sanity but a restriction on potential?
Unleash the beast, become yourself, someone without limits.'

A darker shade of silver

celtic_silver · Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:51 pm Post subject:

Blurring of the Lines

I rely on my mates.
Cause I know,
Yeah I know,
they'll never abandon,
never abandon me.
All is well,
but then I see,
I see a hole,
a hole where,
no hole should be seen.

WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY

What did I do before?
Will it ever be again,
and is it worth the mem'ry?
I really need to think,
there's desire to remember,
but was it even ever good?

WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY

I can't look to the past,
I can't look to the future,
I live for the here and the now.
Don't have a real background,
I got no real dreams,
ambition, a curse it seems...

WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY

I still draw breath,
but I wonder,
Wonder if I'm still alive.
I laugh, and I smile,
I fake it for a while,
giving out another high five.

WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY

MY LINES ARE BLURRING
Need to who I am,
LINES ARE BLURRING
Wish I knew who I was,
LINES ARE BLURRING
Can I give it all up?
LINES THEY BLUR
A new me.
A BLUR
_________________
'What is sanity but a restriction on potential?
Unleash the beast, become yourself, someone without limits.'

A darker shade of silver

celtic_silver · Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:52 pm Post subject:

Exorcism

There was a place in my head,
A sanctuary, my space,
my domain, my own place.
Now I'm forced to wonder...
Could I be dead?

TEARING, MINDLESS TEARING
SHAKE, SHUDDER, TWITCH,
POSSESSED,
LET ME GO

My conflict, my peace,
that voice,
told me I was me.
Now it's gone,
a habit quit,
fragile minds,
had a fit.

A FIRE, NO FLAME,
DRIVING ME,
DRIVING ME INSANE
BURNING

Crazed sanity,
infernally divine.
The thoughts of the drug,
that I had made mine.
No longer me,
but what am I,
if not a psychotic,
greatly stoned guy?

IRON WILL,
IT'S CORRODING
A HUNGER, A GREED,
I NEED IT NOT

A world more real,
though certainly duller,
a test of myself,
no reward, sure.
Once a playground,
my thoughts, now pure.

Thoughts mine,
the demon gone,
the angel left as well,
Certainly no heaven,
but surely it's no hell.

Exorcised...
_________________
'What is sanity but a restriction on potential?
Unleash the beast, become yourself, someone without limits.'

A darker shade of silver

celtic_silver · Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:54 pm Post subject:

Howl (Primal Mind)

Restless energy of a tireless hound,
Mind's to sharp to be put in the pound,
Placid eyes sparkle,
it's gonna be fun,
this dog's gonna go for a run.

Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.

Get hit, why?
No real reason.
Placidity fades,
rage contorts.
A fury comes out,
claws as fists,
fists as claws.

Sparkle a flame,
tail wag a howl.
New enthusiam,
appetite for destruction,
beast's furore.
Teeth bared,
temper flared,
the simple rage,
of a primal mind.

Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.

Bite back,
the rage inside.
Fight back,
frustrated mind.
Rip and snarl,
til an end is found,
end to a menace,
or an end to the hound.

Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.

Clouds go by,
moonlight returns,
as vision restores,
so do concerns.
Clawless fist,
human wrist,
warm blood trickles down.
If not a beast, colourblind,
what is there to find?
Primal mind.
_________________
'What is sanity but a restriction on potential?
Unleash the beast, become yourself, someone without limits.'

A darker shade of silver

celtic_silver · Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:55 pm Post subject:

Thoughts of a Beast (Practice Piece)

Watch in the shadows,
without a sound.
Ears are sharp,
as sharp as a hound.
He watches his prey,
they're predators too.
An eerie smile,
he certainly knew.

AND THEN HE GOES WILD,
taking them down,
with effort so mild.
For his nature is,
rather chaotic.
Some people might say,
a little psychotic.
But the thought of him,
is often enough.
Because when he plays,
he plays rather rough.

AND THE REST HAVE FLED,
seems the predator,
has filled them with dread.
No conflict it seems,
things should be good.
But the predator,
so hungrily,
wished to go savage,
if he could.

A SOUL CORRUPT.
Breaking free,
crazed thoughts interrupt.
Wanting some conflict,
wanting a fight.
Wanting a way to test out his might.

THEN HE THINKS OF YOU,
and begins to smile.
Sanity restored,
at least for the while.
Yes he thinks of you,
and begins to smile.
His sanity's restored,
at least for the while...
_________________
'What is sanity but a restriction on potential?
Unleash the beast, become yourself, someone without limits.'

A darker shade of silver

celtic_silver · Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 11:38 am Post subject:

Looped

Lying on the grass,
thoughts to the cloud,
events a pattern,
chronologically round.
A moment of peace,
I find precious.
Still, wouldn't have it any other way,
No.

A life unseen,
events repeat.
It's become a dream,
an endless replaying scene.
A scene of this and that,
a scene of scattered thoughts,
a dream, though not fiction.

Think to before,
a peace of sorts,
a bunch of friendly faces.
In a few hours,
to them I'll be no more.
Still I care,
they do too.
A sincere facade,
illusion of an illusion.
Eighteen hours more,
before this dream's back to before.

A life unseen,
events repeat.
It's become a dream,
an endless replaying scene.
A scene of this and that,
a scene of scattered thoughts,
a dream, though not fiction.

Back to now, the clouds so hazy,
vision blurs,
my thoughts now lazy.
Mind goes again to what's next,
thoughts gonna be more crazy.

Dark out now, I see,
thoughts have cleared,
attitude becomes angry.
A fight amongst rivals,
few evil, none pure.
Real friends along,
together can't go wrong.
But then it rises,
sphere of gold,
back to before,
soul's left once more.

A life unseen,
events repeat.
Facade begins once more.
It's become a dream,
an endless replaying scene.
Tale's end once more.
A scene of this and that,
loops round,
a scene of scattered thoughts,
loops round.
A dream, my dream, though not fiction,
looped.[/b]

_________________
'What is sanity but a restriction on potential?
Unleash the beast, become yourself, someone without limits.'

A darker shade of silver