Drop it

step forward drop off
the edge ends here
you'll never cross it
to fall is doom

you believe. it's to scoff
deny what is dear
lest you'll be unfit
we'll ready your tomb

you'll stay where you are
you are who you're not
it's not about you
you are who we've said

you shan't vary far
you'll put your neck in the knot
you try to go through
you'll end up dead

Written by Scott Schoffstall

© December 30, 2010

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Poetic Sojourn

Karma Collisions

the empty hour
turning sour
go glower
in prison tower
it's now or
never
sever the clever
don't matter whatever
distress
confess this mess
redress
duress
throw out the haze
the daze
of this maze
fill the page
full of rage
you find it sage?
to wit that writ
admit bullshit
cesspit!
if we we bleed
we seed
the need
do the deed
never heed
the read
it's greed
mislead
chicken feed
no center of gravity
within our depravity
kick back the flack
our brains they hack
it's worse than crack
drop dead
from dread of red
you'd rather be dead?
already been said
not gonna reprise ya
anesthesia amnesia
will seize ya
no one will please ya
until the truth frees ya

Written by Scott Schoffstall

© December 23, 2010

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Poetic Sojourn

Dose

trigger the pain shock me to now
buffer my madness escape for me how
can't listen no memory trips on the wow
fuck me up side down gimme that pow

howlin at nowhere lost blowin my mind
travelin back forward still doin the time
can't hear all yu sayin even tho fine
for down I been fallen pale hitn the line        

now take me on climbing yet higher I try
travelin back for word cut deeper I cry
hurt can't go under it just outs the lie
for higher you fall it ain't no deny

you are what you are cuz out it you die 

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 17, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn

Confession

confess your beauty that isn't shown.
confess it like sin
reveal the unholy within that struggles for answer
show us the questions that we may hurt and not become numb
confide in us that which we'll never understand
send us your pain that we may revel in it like a soothing bath
speak to us of passion that goes unquenched and never shall be
for that was not its intent
tell us of the fire that burns so we may warm by its glow
take care my heart of sorrow and be a specter of such beauty
in your torment so as to blind the minds of the envious

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 12, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn