Imaginations Of Temptations

Wanting to come out and play. Watching the stars fade away.

Wondering where you will be when the sunlight doesn't set you free?

One by one we walked onto the sun and watched our ashes float above the night sky.

Nothing will ever be the same, smiles seem to fade away, just like the stars did on that fateful day.

Where will you go, where will you hide - when they come to watch you taken by the tide?

So come with me, lets sit under my funny apple tree, we can turn it upside down and go under ground. Where the clouds sore so high in a fantastic lie - just you and me in my imagination of temptation.

Pure creation, elation, you and me flying over the sea, over the trees in what seems to be - all degrees.

Imagination of temptation free from taxation, all their fixation... just you and me, all in our Imaginations Of Temptations .

Suicide Note

Dear...

I apologise for my abrupt, unexpected, departure from this life draining Earth... once home, once a great place to explore in ignorance. Now ticking clocks unable to stop, every second gone by, another closer to an inevitable end. "Life is what you make of it"... well I sure fucked that up... anxiety, tick, tick, tick, tick... clock keeps on, tap tap tap tap tap... uncontrollable tapping of my foot watching people walk by filled with ignorance - oh how I wish...

Anxiety grows, wondering "What if?"

Constant idiocy filling the airwaves of our radios, frequency scrambles during a song and I hear the voices of another racist pig trying to justify why his race needs more... is it not old news? Everyday driving through the same dip - same scramble, same old shit, different voice - but still same old shit... "We need more", FUCK YOU!!! Work for more... why must innocent people answer for the mistakes of the idiots before us?

Always alone... sitting in my own thoughts, sitting... alone in my own thoughts, memories... happy, angry, sad... lonely memories. Its not your fault, its not you, you did nothing wrong... nothing at all - you were the best you could be. A choice, a wrong turn, no turning back... time doesn't wait for us.

You were helpful, you gave where you could and when you couldn't - guilt filled you up like a leaking boat at sea.

Love broke you more than once and the last time, lingers more than the rest - emotional turmoil... I was broken, I fought hard, I fought like I should have fought, fought for something we both felt but one side, even though the love was felt... walked away for no real good reason - in fact there was no real reason ever given... just a bunch of stupid fears summoned up by a bad past. "Don't let your past affect your future or your present"

Third person writing, starting to wonder who this person is?

Could it be me?

Sitting on the edge of a boat in the middle of the sea... no one knows where you, I, you, I am, you are. Staring at the loaded gun wondering if it will hurt? Phone keeps beeping, BEEP "Where are you?", BEEP "Are you okay?", BEEP "Hey people keep calling me asking if they have seen you, what's up you okay?" BEEP "I miss u! Sorry I hurt you". Now before you think this is about a girl - its not.

Sun starts to set, beautiful, you start to see how peaceful the world is without the hustle of the Internet, news, radio, idiots, clocks - I hate clocks.

You hold the gun up to your head... hesitation, I wonder if it wil

Record Player

The sound is sweet, the music plays in the distance, pure instrumental. No one can seem to place where its coming from. Its far away, down the long stretch of road cutting through what seems to be nothing but open land and long stretch of beach. Mist hangs thick in the crisp air of the night... in the distance - lights... lights from a small house.
The house stands on the beach overlooking the sea, all alone and vulnerable. At the door is a knock... no answer... the music has stopped and turned to a slight crackle. The door is slightly open, cigarette in the ashtray, a thin smoke trail floating up into the sad atmosphere. On the table stands the guilty party for the once sweet music and now subtle sound of crackling - a record player.
A lady steps out of the bedroom, brushing her hair... eyes red and filled with sorrow, she'd been crying. She turns and peers out the sliding door, nothings changed, a misty, sad view of nothing. She turns to the man and looks into his eyes... his eyes silent - unbearably silent. She kisses him... he touches her soft lips and slips away into the darkness. She falls to her knees crying and pleading for her love to come back. He cant... crackling fills the room, surrounding, strangling, suffocating her and everything else - the record player... the last thing he ever gave her.

FREEDOM!!!

YES!! YES!!


No... my life is still just... maybe if I look further beyond the grey window of insanity?


Then off I can go to the silent hills, where I will sit with a man of wisdom. He will lecture - yet... his lips stitched closed.


I do not understand... is this what is to become of me, in this world that drapes its black cloth of sorrow over its shoulders?


NO!! NEVER!!


I WILL break free! Free of these chains that hold my thoughts locked down for no man to see!


I will live to fight for freedom that should be ours!


When every man is free and understands why - only then will the world be free from its insanity.


YES!!


Yes... my life shall live long in freedom!