Ubiquitous derision
Am I mindful? I am driven
foes are woeful,
gaping lapse of passion
allow no tethers, riding bright
collisions fast- yet ashen
beauty blurs, without a crash 
selective sway/night meets day
I hold below, selective gray

Imbibe and succumb
time to synchronize
the light behind this catatonia....
Anesthetize.

Sequester my emotions from this lie I call survival
tossed in tepid, loathe devotions
existence is my rival.
Alive, yet still numb
time to look to the skies
I will not be undone
I rise to ripen my sight from bleak to bright-
I still deny


VODKA BROAD and Indirect Hex ~ SubSuburban

Vodka Broad ~ Skull Fuck Off Timey

LYRICS:
Languishing in sanguine I create
the tepid rate we skate-
Tread never below, that which I state;
it is A-rate, though irate.
Mondo-firmo is lone, and derated...

Flash....

Thrash, you may trash the woes
below, the despot over throw
and, thus, you know that the loathe
will overcome the throne?
Can't we ever relate?
Abused, bemused, what is our fate?!?



VB - Jetsa Nu Kiss

Am I with dread
I'm not sure yet
Seek I to find what's in your head
Hungry, not fed
You're not misled
Need I, I'll take what's in your head

Lapses I'm strapped in, I survive
and I know that I'm never ever trapped in
Still my heart looks past my bony nose
for a heart that beats like mine
and still glows...
Stances I've locked in,
Noone must ever feel
Like they are boxed in.....

Hungry not fed
I'm not misled
Need I, I'll take whatever's in your head
I feel so sure, standing solid-
Still I need the key to your door

Vox chop of looking hard,
for a lack of lapse...
...and without the traps
A need to know a sweet soul, I can't discard- I saw the glow
I've looked so hard, again- are we barred?
We've both looked so hard....

Hungry not fed
I'm not misled
Need I I'll take whatever's in your head
I'm not so sure anymore....

~Vodka Broad ©

Vodka Broad - BentD

Slathered in Jasmine

precipice sanguine

wafting in sandals of gossamer tatters...so nigh waits the door

donning radiant copper

just scarcely ajar

distant yearning for yonder, though fearful are eyes.

Dazzled sour and sodden

dreams are frozen with notions,

once ablaze with devotion,

now lone and away- trite demise of emotion.

No longer a loss- shreds of love feed commotion.

This door holds a fire of prose for my soul,

may I sacrifice loathe for its luminous glow?

Feral flesh drawing near

tepid soul dragging low,

abacinate now and I hasted my flow.

So naked and nubile, of wanton I reek-

Must I beg and cajole?

I so long to be meat.

thought though blind, now I see

I at last am unsealed,

true to flesh

Blessed be.

~Vodka Broad ©


Vodka Broad ~ Revival

Gone like the wretched, itself inflicted
Starring like a newborn- alive, but wicked
Stuck to motivate, peel layers away
Starving and breathless, I live a new day...day

80 or 5, lifetimes aside
Hitch hike with the ravens, yeah, let it glide
Dollar or dime- believe me this time
Just leave your rusty chambers...behind

Torreador collision and 6th grade normal
Long hair chartreuse- once brunette, of course
Sharply stapled hemlines rip away at the seams
Arms aflutter, now I mutter muffled screams...screams....

Sever the sane, yet less insane
Eyes behold the glances-
Still, not insane
Grafting bare beneath my sight, want I nil
Yearning but begets this heart
Creep to me- dream of you I will...will

Bullfight mission of 8th grade normal
Long hair, bull shirts, trimmed of course
...still, I'm sullen,
Someone's locked in the dreams
Here, I tremble, tired of muffled screams...screams.......

~Vodka Broad ©


Vodka Broad ~ Lifemine

Granted you have won...
Are you happy? I am undone.
I think you wanted me to be like you,
shall I go ahead and come unglued.
Or, should I feel...lone and misused
Or keep it boring, and say I'm abused?
(how uncool)
So you think I forgot?
It's that I chose to rot
instead of banging my head
  against your bed of nails
persistence and resistance
are the same to me,
how come it's only my sanity that fails?

No, I didn't forget,
I let you win the bet.
Along with losing you,
I lost my head.
How 'bout that.

you meant more to me....
...than any anger will see....


Vodka Broad ~ Granted

I consider this a "demo", cos thus far, it's only me on keys over a drum loop I made myself. I've done production to it with which I am happy, but I do plan to add some guitar and vocals, when time and inspiration permits....