Aarzon

Frozen is the mind Heart follows suit Forgotten old times Couldn't pursue For some odd reason Hearts swallow minds Devouring all feelings Devouring all time Lost are we Forgotten sick temptation Lazily dispondent Allowing bleeding doubt Fettered heart Trembling deeply Terrified of change Horrible feeling But run and claw, and fight on through Gnash and gnaw all hesitation Purge your demons for tragic potential Bearing naked all disregarded emotion -JDB

Life is but the medium the artist uses to make his masterpiece. Our choices are our own. Don't blame the medium for your lack of experience. -JDB

Now, transport me to a land far off Away from these rivers Into the land of merry adventures Full of love Full of happiness Full of love... -JDB

Life is fickle in that when lemons are handed they are already rotting. The message you should take from this is not that it was a lost experience, but that you must look for the ripe situations when they arise. -JDB

I am but a recording. I have no voice of my own. -JDB

You’ve counted your cards And you’ve lost your hand. But I guess that’s what happens When you’re caught with some sand A mere whisp of the air And you’re off to you’re dreams Nothing to fear Yet you’re ripping by the seams Unknowingly, yet sure-footidly Dividing your needs with your wants Where the wants come through in the end And the needs get taken by the current You have no strength to catch up You’re not a fish And yet the sharks tear you to pieces You’re caught drowning Yet  here you are in the clouds But I guess there’s no fairytale ending For those who don’t choose wise

Why can't tomorrow be over and done with I've set up myself for a trip to the box Yet cardboard deserves more than my lazy gaze No throne fit but the gutter works fine Wants trump needs But the opposite needs to happen For one to strive one must want it to happen -JDB

He doesn't cut saying, "that's not my type of depression" Yet, he takes punches through bets to take away from the pain Thinking that paying with misery should double up with bruises When all bets are off, what's lying left is the smile of a saddened stare Hoping for the rest to blow over nice and quick Let life be swift while the clock tick ticks Shaving plausible possible memories from happening Cuz he lies all day, wasting away the precious time to make connections When all's done and over what will he be able to brag about to the creator When all's said and done only those piercing eyes will be staring down Their pity over the misery whi