Jaive

I AM CHEAP. WILL WRITE FOR One Choc Chip Cookie

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Write You A Song

Hey,

Let me write you a song.

…with my black blood.

Let me write it with my heart.

Let me write it with my madness.

….word it with my rage

Let me write it with my decay.

Let me write it with my soul.

Let me write it with all that I have lost.

Let me write it with all that pain I have caused.

Let me write it with the dirty ashes from all the bridges I have burned.

Let me die in a desert, scorched by a sun. Let me dance to the salute of jungle drums. Let me drown in the waters and burn in the fires. Let me be sacrificed with crucifixes made of lies.

Let me write upon the walls of decay,

My pen be the dark end of dying days,

Let me write it with the ink of where the unholy rivers converge,

Let me write on the frayed edges of paper torn from the end of fertile land.

Let me write in the garden of thorns and ivy.

Let me write it on these jagged rocks,

Let me write at the end point of misery.

Let me start at the point where there is no wisdom left.

Let me write from where the first are last.

Let me write from where the leaders are the weak.

Let me write at where the cute are not so gentle, tame and meek.

Let me write it at where the true danger lies

Let me write it in the rage.

Let me write it as I starve

Let me write it as I choose poverty over love.

Let me write it where the songs have the wrong words

Where the verbs make no sense with other violent verbs.

… each prose like gasoline flames dancing,

Let me write you a song.

…with my black blood.

Let me write it with my heart.

Let me write it with my madness.

….word it with my rage

Let me write it with my decay.

Let me write it with my soul.

Let me write it with all that I have lost.

Let me write it with all that pain I have caused.

Let me write you a song.

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The Wilderness of the Mad

It is easy a line to walk, to stay in the light and the warmth.

And choose not to test, nor to brave the cold of your talent. A choice for security over discomfort and safety over pain.

It is ok, to be the same, like the crowds that you surround yourself with, too feel shades of the same pain.

But at night, all alone, you have to deal with the hate that has haunted you for so long.

You may shine a bright light, seen by many, yet hide a very dark side.

But like a monster it grows and it grows.

Every monster must consume to get bigger, and the more you suppress it, the more it grows. And consumes.

Suppression will consume you and all that you want to do.

So here is a big idea.

Let it be free. Don’t suppress it anymore. Because you are not just your virtues, you are also your vices.

As you pursue the darkest and hardest dreams and ambitions, surround yourself with people who wont let you fail. People who know your vices, but believe in your dream more than you.

Its ok to be free, so you can dream big.