Devil In The Hallway (Full)

 Devil in the hallway offers me a price
I think for a moment and then she's grabbing me by the arm
"I miss us"
And for some reason I believe it all
Stumbling backwards into a room
The memories familiar but she tastes new
Realization that nothing can be the same
How can I keep it up with all the questions racing through my head
My fingers burn along her back
But the pain is the familiar and I can't pull away
Thrusting myself further into sinful pleasures
Her face changing, the air changing, becoming thick
A moan? A laugh?
I'm hearing both at the same time
The devil is laughing at me and i'm running, running
Down the never ending hallway
Get me out, out of this deal
Can I escape?
The time I flirted with the past and it accepted.
Only nothing can be the same
No matter how much of your soul you're willing to let go
Let the past burn and let's run
Run away from this place

 When they made love she looked into the mirror behind him
And the eyes that looked back were not hers
She had become a stranger to herself
A whisper passed through the winter wind
Liberation
Of the mind and sexuality
Casual sex with a strange reality
Nails dug deep
Make up runs down her face after he leaves
Uncertain foundations
If only she could hold on
To remind him that she meant well
But inside herself, a battle
Two sides of herself, a battle
Between the lust and logic of the mind
Craving less sense and more magic
But how much of the soul will she lose in the process
Down the never ending hallway she runs
Past the flames that seemed to spark in his eyes
Smolder in his touch
Burn it all down, she agrees
"Just take me with you"

-D.R

 
 

What I See

I hate the system but too tired after work to raise a fuss
and that's how they get us
work hard you'll get what you deserve is what they tell us
but they forge cheques
no bank behind what they sell us
speeding away too rich for tickets while you slave and later ride the bus
socio economic class plays on my mind while I study late at night hoping to pass
hoping to pass
and this isn't just me
in class I look around me
see a young mother, a father of three
all of a sudden the test means more than just grades
i feel the importance an a or b or c can mean to escape poverty
and then later I work
dishwashers, line cooks, servers, and management
we sit around at the bar after work drinking booze we can't afford just to be around those who understand our vent
calls to my mother I can't fake it
she can tell I can't take it
tells me calm down take it day by day you'll make it.

Haven't had a girl in awhile
Then again haven't had myself
Bloodshot eyes in a smudged mirror
Apartment a mess of unfinished poems
Huge stack of wishes and dishes







-D

Devil In The Hallway

Devil in the hallway offers me a price
I think for a moment and then she's grabbing me by the arm
"I miss us"
And for some reason I believe it all
Stumbling backwards into a room
The memories familiar but she tastes new
Realization that nothing can be the same
How can I keep it up with all the questions racing through my head
My fingers burn along her back
But the pain is the familiar and I can't pull away
Thrusting myself further into sinful pleasures
Her face changing, the air changing, becoming thick
A moan? A laugh?
I'm hearing both at the same time
The devil is laughing at me and i'm running, running
Down the never ending hallway
Get me out, out of this deal
Can I escape?
The time I flirted with the past and it accepted.
Only nothing can be the same
No matter how much of your soul you're willing to let go
Let the past burn and let's run
Run away from this place

-D.R

Apollo Brown feat. O.C. - Trophies (full album)

Evil Stick

Late night internet

The David Ramsay Controversy

A look back at a case I found particularly disturbing.

Part 1



Part 2






Ramsay's creepy smile gets me everytime.

Florence + The Machine - Over The Love

Hold your hands over your ears and listen

Some people will recommend where to go in life
Dictate your route
Tell you where to go when you're bleeding out
After life stuck you with a knife
And the shit people say fills the ears
But they don't share your tears or fears
When it comes to advice, understand their words are a slice
Of a million perspectives and electives
In the middle of the night we have only our choices and dreams to hold tight
Maybe a lover if you're lucky
Or in the mood for heartbreak
Inspiration isn't something one can fake
So if you're going to spit dogma
Let it be your own faith
This has been a psa
Ironically asking you to listen to what I have to say
At the end of this poem go back to the start
You'll see what I mean

-D.R

Couchside Conversations Vol 1

I'll give you my whole heart
But can those small hands juggle my past
The future?
As the fury of love attempts a quick escape in the winter wind
I'm forcing the door closed, can you come help me?
Life in different directions.
I hold hands with strangers at intersections
Hoping the incoming lights of love leads us to where we need to go
Beautifully blessed. Broke in Paris
You'll let me enjoy your body, never your art.

I'd try to convince you in our couchside conversations
"It's just not ready yet"
"For...me?"
"For anyone really, I guess the time will come to unveil that part of myself"
"I hope you can trust me"
"Trust is largely irrelevant to me"
"Explain?"
"Well trust is a present feeling that relies on notions of the past and future. I want to live in the here, the now, without thinking of those things. All I know is you, right now, others may have fooled me. But I refuse to fool myself with trust, the past, or the future."

And just like that, trust was whisked away with a wave of her hand. We sat there and talked some more. But behind my casual conversation was a burning desire to have all of her. The totality of her mind proved just as alluring as the curves under her sun dress. Patience would be key. But I was a small child stuck in a dark room. Attempting to brave the unknown while fumbling for the light, the answer. Her voice, the mystery...

-D


 

Enabling Negativity

A co-worker the other was commenting on negative people and the bad karma they tend to bring about themselves. It prompted a blog post.

In my view bad karma is something that is built over time. People exist within this negative bubble that tends to spread over time. Good people are thrown aside or have walked away on their own accord. And negative people join this bubble to create a larger negative envrironment. And negative people build an environment that suits them. In the same way that postive people tend to magnetize positive people and positive experiences, negative people do the same.

All of this couldn't be possible without enablers. Because negative environments are largely volatile and unhealthy. Often you will hear negative people complaining and showing at least a desire for change. But it never seems to go anywhere. Enablers act as people that enable negative behaviour due to bonds such as friendship or family. Sometimes tough love is needed. But those who wallow in self pity and constantly play the blame game tend not to receive "tough love". They could very well have those around them that love them quite a bit. But people need to be told they are being fucking idiots.

And to further complicate this problem..people get harder to change the older they get. Tough love is a good early prevention strategy. It is a support system that can create self-responsibility and a humble ego. But as people age they don't receive tough love as easily. Rather, "tough love" becomes "haters" and "jealous people" who often have well meaning criticism.

Karma: The snowball effect. Built over time with the larger snowball being rolled by multiple people called enablers.

Just some thoughts.

-D