I left a moment in a box and under my bed, I put it away, if I relived a single moment, source of choice or bottled dormant, that would be my groundhogs day. I would relive it in every season until time mentioned treason and that I had to repay, and I would treat time to dinner of such a lonely sinner and by candle light I'd explain it my way.

I remember it was cold outside some time in late December, and if you could give me a moment I'd like to think I lived it forever. And I never thought I'd get so close to the sun on such a cloudy day but I'd like to be clever and pretend my wings were feathers and my heart just had its way. 

Now don't misinterpret my words for serpents when I say it was a cloudy day, because a storm was coming much harsher than loving could pull pedals from a flowers weight. Because it doesn't end, not the way we want it to unless the writers pen is pushed in gold, and as old as the sold sense sells it to you it's no match for the Decembers cold.

Now January was different, inherit in this misfit for there was silence as far as the sky, and there was this crushed belief that maybe demons still had teeth even after you break their minds. Now when I speak of the demon, I don't mean heathen, I mean that force that lies within. an unbridled motion from within your emotion that could help a loser to win. But I took my time, as I walked the line, and let days just pass on by, because the sense of losing, innocence, was never a knot in my tie. Now I would lie if I said much closer to dread if I didn't say it seemed bleak, but come February and not so ordinary there laid a kiss upon my cheek.

My Groundhogs Day (Featuring Cody Dill On Guitar)

A sound in an echoed sentence in some sort of semblance to life.

It resembled the night sky, stars high stretched by time and a climbing set of clouds over head drifting as they outlined a patch of light reflected off the moon from the sun as if it were inside. This, I could say, was much like her eyes. 

To my surprise I realized a faint hint of laughter in her face as I explained my day. A smile that, when I looked at her, never seemed to dissipate. Shoulders that held weight, but a heart that bared a flame. Her, and a summer night on the beach by the fire, I could say were the same.  

And if I could make a claim I'd explain her beauty in words, but the dictionary I fear is too ordinary to express essence in terms a structure, like this stanza, could understand. So I will say it is not simply skin deep, it is the moment where the soul and it's body should meet and in that chamber of colors erupts an echo inside kept from sight, and like a prism it reflects the surface of the body with light and emits an image much like that from inside, but makes it so it is not something, so simply, one can hide. 

I hear a chime. 

A light glimpsed from my phone as I stare out my window into the cold, I wonder for a moment if it were winter at all. 

Like Her Eyes

Ode to Ryan

I made this after listening to the opening of that one movie scene I forget at the moment, anyway my friend ryan really liked it for some reason when I said it out loud or some stuff, but anyway here you go, internet. 

I've got like 2 clocks at home, Officer.

What do you write when everythings been writen. 
What do you pour from a spout still dripping, and what faults do you tally when all is forgiven and when is enough after alls been given, and I can't remember the last time I spent a moment by myself for myself and I think I've gone insane. I'm in a plain I don't remember with faces I don't remember drawing but its all just pawning questions from answers unspoken. Chocking on something less wordy than you'd imagine. I'm an ash pile so vile you'd smile at the thought of my exstinction. Some kind of link to an inclink you've clinched from your mother or father still spinning in a grave you've been digging since the day you started becoming more like you, and less like them. I'm a son greater than a suns solar setting. I'm unsettling and still contending to the unhanding of my own generation and all I can do is hold onto love even after finding out its just a chemical, and whether I offend or extend a hand, like a journey hungry for another bland death uninterupting the commercial break. 

Take from this what you want to take. 

Trikey Huh

I wish I tucked that small, piece of glass that crawl, to my bedside stall, where I stake it all, but I bury my song into a day that doesn't matter, splatter brains into a pattern that would cater to a phantom panting words that wouldn't flatter saturn to a culling lantern lending light into a tavern full of faces fueling banter bout a boy that couldn't slumber in a casket going under. now they pull the soul assunder thoughts that could be heard by others

The interceptable from common place in septical

subterfuge is always used when powder fuse is literal, 
I'm not a powder cage that finds its sage in powers 
that for hours build in cowards and the towers that were practical. 

I'm not a spectical. I'm not a mystical. I'm just a man that plans his stand in common place that hides it all. I fear that I will fall. And that I'll lose it all. I fear the tears will clear the smear I left from curtain call. 

I wish I saw it coming, strumming something from an unsuspecting villain feelin something from another coven
its like a witch is speaking, leaking words into the streaking feeling dealing damage to this uneasy feeling
I wish I caught it sooner, tune the tv to the budda moving buddists to the back shouting nothings getting better 
 

Curtain Call Half Way Done

I wish I coulda Rhoda'd this fucking track HARDER!

Blackmill - The Drift (Rohda Cover)

Black Crusade Theme ft: Strong (Vocals)

The other night dear, as you lay bleeding
I swore I impaled you with my staff
and when you choked, dear, it was breath taking
So I swung my head back and laughed.

You are my sunshine, unholy sunshine
You make me gloomy when skies are bright
You'll never know dear, how much I loath you
Please don't take my sunshine away

I'll always hate you and make you hate me,
If you will only say my name.
But if you leave me I'll kill our children,
You'll regret it all some day:

You are my sunshine, unholy sunshine
You make me gloomy when skies are bright
You'll never know dear, how much I loath you
Please don't take my sunshine away

You told me once, dear, you really loved me
And no one else could come between.
So I encaged you for many centrys
Now my slave, dear, you shall always be

In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me
into the bright light, my poor heart pains.
So when I wake, dear, I thank our maker
that with me, you shall always stay

You are my sunshine, unholy sunshine
Please don't take my sunshine away

Unholy Sunshine

Splatter goes the batters cage
had her in the baddest ways 
If it mattered than I mattered
to her blatter, drink for days 

if your sadder than a hatter
pour a drink and fuck a sage
if you've got a better way
tell me, I've been dead all day
if you resurrect me and re-spec me
then I'll kill a page, build a bar
spit a verse, lip a rhyme and speak some rage

Wesley Jebe