Saturday, October 6, 2012

DEAD STARE


DEAD STARE

"As you aim for me, it's useless dawning within demise.
Feel pain for me and I'm ruthless while you dodge all the signs"

You changed views from a point through the eyes of a saint,
And you chose very quick staring right through the gun.
Then, you felt the disgust while you scraped off the paint.
Can you feel less alone after blocking the sun?

 "If worry never ceases, then hope never increases.
The pain will leave you resting, dead, in a thousand pieces."

When you feel this way, why would you stop?
When there’s nothing to lose will you reach for the top?
What you already know gives you the odds,
But could these nightmares be easily dodged?

"When you try to escape, only then, the wheels turn.
Now that you've entered, the walls start to burn." 

The sun disappears through the blink of an eye
And the clouds creep in always begging to cry
With a fork in your wrist and a knife in your back,
This storm stirs up and the world turns black.

"Still I am hated as you stare at my face.
Just remember one thing.
You brought Hell to this place."

By J.Chamberlain

Conscience


Conscience

When you ask for forgiveness, I pray for understanding, when you stop to think and witness, I am right here standing, when you play the game by hands, striking every last provoking second, you endure what life demands, liking every last provoking second. There is no intention greater than, there is no chances later than, yours, one who waits below the clouds, conjuring all of your lies, an attempt to fool the skies, await the day to become wise. Where do the good times go? When did the good times fade away? When will the sadness end? When will these bindings mend? And how does this keep you from falling? We all have our faults, our lives aren’t perfect, we all have to face one final judge, what is the verdict?

Chaos Let Out Over Oceans Of Sympathetic Harmony

Chaos Let Out Over Oceans Of Sympathetic Harmony


In the midst of valleys consumed by my mind;
I embalm the agony, mahogany liquid
With my hollow gaze; yield the absurd line
Like vices with hammers, foundation broken
And the rain falls down, engulfs society’s sickness
Dissolves Mankind’s cyst on its reality
All hope subsides, the deity of faith
Grasping the bulls balls now, a wave of discontent
All things good, numb, now reign falsely
The keeper of the crypt once again unleashes his fiend
And below the sky, a light blue blackens
The clouds circle inward, the soup is now stirred
The war within existence is now overheard
By the angels flying; shedding human down
A paradigm of ascendancy, the supremacy is smitten 
From the throne of its dismay and disillusions
And the Earth is stilled; bless the winged swine  

Winged Swine




Oh, please won’t you count them fall
Crystals like a diamonds shine
Let them sit upon your hand
Watch them leave the day behind
Calling out to you
I’m calling out to you
Waiting now for you
I’m waiting now for you
Why won’t they spread their wings and fly
 Let them loose and set them free
Let them soar into the sky
Take a look at you and me
Fell the frost come off their wings
Falling down and glistening
Stand and catch them on your tongue
And listen to the angels sing
Falling down to you
They’re falling down to you
Calling out to you
They’re calling out to you


Canyon Island City




To the place where
Every wish is granted
And your wildest dreams are handed
Straight into your arms
It’s a race there
You’ll never feel unwanted
And paradise is hunted
Down and bottled up in jars
You may face scares
By the people that you see here
But they’re just there to be here
And mend their broken scars
Welcome to my world
The chaos still unravels
May you be as kind as
To stop and lend a hand
Welcome to my city
Canyon Island City
A place where we might ask you
To stop and lend a hand
Welcome
Oh you’re welcome
To stop and lend a hand

Skull in the Wall


A drawing that I scanned and edited on photoshop
-JRC-

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

DEUS EX MACHINA



Sifting through these shadows, he’s wasting precious seconds, picking up the pieces, the limits—almost endless. Staring through a pinhole, it slowly carves a notch, in anticipation, through the looking glass’ watch. The sweat slips off the bone. The wooden spokes surrender to the tension. The strings begin to part. And then the sudden pause to ease suspension. The gun delivers bullets, insisting its demise. The menace sheds its skin, revealing its disguise. He crumbles to his knees, and together realized. The thing that he had killed was the conscience in his mind.