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July 25, 2007 - Wednesday
pieces of my book i'm writing
Category:  Writing And Poetry
introduction:

its really hard to say where I or one should start . I mean being homeless is not something a perosn seeks to achieve or even longs for as a child. Its just something that happens due to circumstance or just plain bad judgement in our later years. Me I can honestly say it is due to a choice I made....contuinued till later
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July 2, 2007 - Monday
drunk again n still lonily
Category:  Romance And Relationship
after another long night of bar tending i go home alone again...geez what a bore but then again sundays usually sux for that kind of hook up n/e how...i really need a good strong intelligent stable woman in my life. i know working in a bar a thing like that will nvr happen. mostly just one night stands...which seem to drain more of me away and leave me more and more discusted with women in general. why is it that every timne i find the one i could love forever is it that it ends in some fucked up bizzare love triangle or even worse a yet an unexpected lessy love affair. currently we have a new sexy bartender 21yro not that thats my pref but shes still so hot. i hope that the way she frlits and plays with me is realy meaningful...thought in retrospect i'm sure its not and will only end in meaningless sex and a strange work enviroment...who can be sure i'll find out more when we work together 2morrow night...(sigh) i wish i could fid a real woman. n/ewho i guess i'm just rambling too much once again in my drunken state
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June 22, 2007 - Friday
sweet endings
Category:  Writing And Poetry
 

looking into your eyes and smile

i die

feeling the last release of my body into yours

my breathe steads then fails

my last seed finds its home

deep inside your maternal womb

soon she is born with out my guide

but aided by your hand

seeks out to destroy the stpuidity of man

looking to find what was lost to her at birth

a father that was never there

a father who had but one thing to share

his process for her begining

mother she cries as she lay dying

don't let my fate be the same

and my child left as me

she raises the knife and ends they're life

falling in shame

she places the knife to her heart and welcomes the pain

so that they can be together again

father, mother, and child

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what will be
Category:  Writing And Poetry

 

i stare upon your beauty

that is your decaying flesh

the remants of life so long faded

lifeless and listless i bite into you

your rotten taste is sweet to me

a pleasure i have hunted though out the night

unseeing globes stare out at me as i feast on what was once alive

longing to close yet i want them to see the pain that they miss

a pain that carries the weight of the world in another form

a pain that only is delieverd by my uncontrolled bites

my rending of flesh from bone

the sweet tears of a wetness still screaming to live

yet dying before my strikes of anger

i hear your screams of mecry echo

and relish in your fear

i take in all your pain

that which helps to make me sane

your dying is my freedom

and your pain is my birth

the metalic eseance of you its my lure

your violent death is my unholy cure

your life snuffed out

so that i may find another to bear your hate

with each mouth full of flesh i am resolved

but the eternal pian i render is not absolvied

by the light of a full moon i seek to destroy

taking both what is mine and not mine

careless of the hate i create

satisfaction my strongest desire

washing myself in your warm river of life

your blood bleeds freely giving me life

i take all you unwillingly offer

every drop of you melts into me

like salt in the sea

so relevant yet so unseen

esseance upon esseance it builds

your becoming mine

and mine becoming lost in the so called purity of yuo

not violating you twice but thrice times two

equaling the some of me

your perfect scent is what lead me in

as i burst inside of you

and eat whats left of you

before my sweet violation

my unholy penetration

my seed takes root in side of you

leaving little of what you once where

becoming more like my twisted mind

bearing a fruit which should have never been given root

your flesh decays but yet the pain still stirs

bringing forth what i sought to create

a thing which god hates

another of my self a being feasting on angels

reproducing like rabbits seeking pain and sex as our charms

with little care of who we hurt and where

soft milky flesh is what attracks us

that of the felsh of what is forbidden

that from which we are born

only to seek another of its form

the passion we have burns worse than hell

but yet it satisfies like heaven

in the dawn of a new sun

your soft mounds shake under the pressure

of my weight

you wettness welcomes what i have to give

taking it all in like a vaccuum

sucking me dry and begging for more

but i am expended for the moment

till my body feels the desire of you rotting flesh cry for more

seeeking to fill its purpose in both life and death

you flesh is veiwed only as a nest

for an off spring that sucks and drains

more and more with each passing

a child born of what should not be

seeking to destroy the likes of you and me

a demon born of yin and yang of power and pain

a mixture of light and dark

which see us as it emeny

hating and loving as it destorys

a deep flesh that is unuse to the knowledge of either you or me

a new hatered born for both light and dark

our daughter who sees us as both friend and foe

who rather destroy that sought to create

some that the fates vowed could never be

a union of you and me

she stalks the earth forever in a viod

a mist of what was and what wasn't

hunting us both like the betrayers we are

something less than what we where

each giving over to the cardinal need

looking to free our selves from the chains

neither evil nor good

but something less than we should be

the flow of our passion breaking the barrier

of belief and nonbelief

a child the wants our destuction

and the pain of what should not be

a void worse than that which was promised

she slays us with a sword neither thought was

but was meant for us alone

a sword the cuts so sweet yet has no pain

a sword meant to condem

a sword born of our two evils

a sword of light and dark

a sword that eats all it sees

the cut penetrates you and me

as we lay dying to bleed

but the blood refuses to follow

closing eyes against the pain

we are foever one

locked in deaths' embrace

a death ment for mortals

but yet here we are dying nad bleeding for a thing

we never wanted but secretly desire to end

our living lie

she penetrates us over and over cutting us more and more

but the pain is less with each stroke

and only our end seems to grow

we thank her as she shouws us the error of our ways

in our bloody embrace we thank her for her grace

as images of our doom begins to loom

each sent to suffer each others gloom

me in heaven and you in hell

our nightmares take hold as reality becomes solid

we lay dying and her the bearer or our fate

she in a blood soaked smile

watches as we fade to dust

leaving only armor meant to rust

we feel no shame in this pain

cause it was our fate to suffer at her hand and die by her sword

but only echos these words

we loved you or mistake the means of our escape

forever we are sperated

but forever are joined in you

our sweet demise

the end we always wanted but where too afraid to embrace

you alone where our saving grace

the abomination of two oppsite souls

but a unity of heaven and hell

the ruler we have both along have awaited

the one to which even god had stated

a mixture of pure evil and pure light

yet held more might than god himself

and would be the one

to return man to his true beginings

where he could contimplate his know imperfect future

and redesign a fate that would be woman over man

where lylith never left the garden

and all was it was supost to be

man and woman are the same as one

none succuming to the other

where pain and pleasure are the same

for all love comes from the two

but not one without the other

from love comes pleasure but from the same comes death and pain

the only freedom is a slit of the wrist a slow bleed

a pain that speaks of both in one simple movement

and so she becomes the sacrifice that was born to be

releasing all from its tragedy

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still more songs written to my ex...geez guess i'm stuck in a cycle...can ne 1 plz help me?????
Category:  Music
 

ok so i wrote a song last night in my drunken stupor and deicated to the btch that left me. god i so wish i could sing. i can write the stuff and the music but can't sing to save my life.

i never thougt i could love like you

i never thougt i could hunger like you

but without you whats left for me to do

i hated to hear the words we are through

i needed you to make me whole

my saddness now takes its tole

i thought you where all that there is to me

now i'm drowning in an ever widening sea

you took your love and gave it away

how i had so feared this day

you left me upon the jagged rocks

your voice echoing its venom mocks

i'm less than half the man i knew

memories of you bring pains anew

you walked away saying forget this day

and there was nothing i could say

i remember the feeling of your thighs

but your leaving was such a surprise

the taste of you refuses to leave

wishing there was something else to belive

chorus

i refuse to belive you dont need me

yours was the love that did feed me

you left me hugry and needy

your are the difference between life and death

now your gone and i have nothing left

so what is the point in going on

i play with my knives

so fragile are our lives

i play with my guns

so quickly does the blood run

and soon its gone

a life without a point

your already dead

as i lye bleeding on this bed

something you can never take back

blood forms a mixed up track

now cold and lifeless

you stare at the bloodied mess

laying on top of me

you close your eyes to what you see

you begin to bleed on top of me

hoping my razor will set you free

your warm blood mixing with old

slowly you start to grow cold

chorus

you refuse to belive you dont need me

i was the love that did feed you

i left you hugry and needy

i am the difference between life and death

now i'm gone and you have nothing left

so what is the point in going on

chorus

i refuse to belive you dont need me

yours was the love that did feed me

you left me hugry and needy

your are the difference between life and death

now your gone and i have nothing left

so what is the point in going on

chorus

you refuse to belive you dont need me

i was the love that did feed you

i left you hugry and needy

i am the difference between life and death

now i'm gone and you have nothing left

so what is the point in going on

in the end we needed one another

and now we both rot

a sad mess of decaying flesh

two lives that never meshed

as we lye dying by each other

we finally mix how we dreamed


chorus

i refuse to belive you dont need me

you refuse to belive you dont need me

yours was the love that did feed me

i was the love that did feed you

you left me hugry and needy

i left you hugry and needy

your are the difference between life and death

i am the difference between life and death

now your gone and i have nothing left

now i'm gone and you have nothing left

so what is the point in going on

so what is the point in going on

so what is the point in going on

so what is the point in going on

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more songs to my ex
Category:  Music

"i can be god"

don't look at me
don't look at me
don't look at me like that
i know you think you know what i'm thinking
but you don't know the half
its not like i'm big enough to show you what i mean
but its not just parasites its cleansing is my dream

i can't help think theres no other way out
i just need to build the nerver
to turn your insides out
smile and shake
such a friendly way to take
and if there is a god
could he also be so fake

smile and shake
such a friendly way to take
and if there is a god
could he also be so fake

i can be god
i can be god
i'd be god if somebody died for it
i'd be god if somebody died for it

i can be god
i'd be god if...
___________________________________

"i wanna"

life seems to slip away with every passing day
and in return i seem to burn more and more to ease the pain
every breathe that fails
god sayin forget that every thing is crap
the lingering inside thats oh so frail
falls into a pool of human remains

i don't care
i know i just need a fix
drugs an boozes just for me, show me that love
i don't care
i know i just need a fix
drugs an boozes just for me, show me that love

i wanna drink
i wanna fuck
i wanna die
i wanna suck
theres gotta be a way how i feel

i wanna drink
i wanna fuck
i wanna die
i wanna suck
theres gotta be a way how i feel

i wanna drink
i wanna fuck
i wanna die
i wanna suck
theres gotta be a way how i feel
___________________________________

"my love for you"

suck every every time
suck every every time

every time i trust
the more of me you seem to suck away

flirting the way, the way girls flirts
sucking every drop of human heart
flirting the way, the way girls flirts
sucking every drop of human heart

virgin keep high
its suicide
my love for you will never die

virgin keep high
its suicide
my love for you will never die

i know heavens gates an i just can't wait

i know heavens gates an i just can't wait
__________________________________________

"poisonous"

{ x4
shove the needle theres nothing left for me
shove the needle theres nothing left of me }

tell them lies about me
beat me to the floor
spread your hand around me
doesn't hurt me anymore

{ x8
poison love is so... }
_____________________________________________

"your the last one"

its really bad that you care so much
i feel nothing without your touch
please come back
please stay
i want to make you,... feel so great

{ x4
your the last one i can care about
your the last one i can't live without }

{ x4
my chest feels like an open wound
i can only hope that you come back soon}

{ x2
just go away
just leave me here
i'll die alone my dear }

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the saga ends
Category:  Writing And Poetry
the beast stumbles to his hie wits and shakes off his numbed pain. There she stands like a golden angel amist total mayhem. sword moving ever so fulently cutting through her would be attackers. Each falling one after the the other. Each failing to reach it desired target. Her smile is sick and evil...blood covered and hungry...she looks so muchless like and angel of heaven and more a demond of hell as she strikes again and again at the hunters. Her terror snd her warrior pain drives the beast into action...he is quick to leap head first into the fight with no thougt or concern of his being...swrods cut deep into his flesh but yet he fights on thinking only of the one who is so willing to stand with him. Its her fighting spirit that moves him to fight and fitght. He is careless of his own wounds and pains he feels nothing...his only thoughts are of her...the one that came to save him the one who would risk it all. why...he wonders...why for me?...she fights on and on the numbers persist....even with his help the nubers over whelm. They stand back to back as the numbers grow...yet they fight on .....soon darkness falls and all seems to grow sient....

We have no way of knowing how this batltle ends or who is the victor all we know is that 2 stood against all odsds and gave their all to live and to love...wheather right or wrong they sacrficed all to be true to what should have never been. But we can only hope for the best of what we know can almost never be.

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saga continues
Category:  Writing And Poetry
Part 3:

For the third time he awakens only to find himself alone and cold. The cold a fimilar reminder of his true nature. Unfeeling and uncaring, but a small bit of warmth persists deep within him. Was it the remnats of his savior trying to purify his darkened soul or was it the thought of someone or something caring for him. How many days had he laid helpless. Even more troublesome was how close where the hunters that had been chasing him? Had his savior rid him of this menance or had she only delayed the inveitble. Hunger begins to stir in his stomache...food he thinks to himself as a devilish grin draws itself upon his knarled and broken lips. The hunted has now become the hunter. Just then the smell of sweet tender flesh difts in the air and wafes across his nostrils. His gapping mawl begins to slavate at the thought of warm blood filling his mouth and tender flesh dancing on his tongue. The continued thoughts of pleasant screams of his victim prom him into action. It didn't take him long to fine the source of the smell. A young maiden mindlessly pick herbs in the woods. Her smell is sweet and ripe and it causes his hunger to grow that much more. His over whelming hunger causes him to forget his caution in persuing prey and leaps into the clearing fangs and claws beared. As he sails into the clearing after the young maiden a volley of arrows rip deep into his flesh causeing him to stumble and squirm about. A trap...the hunters had set a after him being saved and had counted on his natural need to feed. Again the volley of arrows ripped their way deep into more of his fleah. Fighting against the pain he brings himself to his feet and begins to slash his way throught the surrounding hunters and on to freedom. Once clear he begins to run the arrows ripping his wounds open even further. The smell of blood is thick in the air...his blood, warm and thick, streams of it flowing like miniture rivers, matting his fur and his clothes. Tree branches break onthe arrows causing more pain and blood to flow from his body. Mindless and ragged he runs on the sound of his pursuers fading in and out. Night begins to approach...how long have i been running he wonders. The night is quite and dark occasionally the sounds of barking dogs would penetrate the quite and tourches would pin prick the ensueing darkness and yet he runs on. Eventuall he knows pain, loss, of blood and exhaustion will soon over whelm him and then he will finally find peace in the eternal dark of death. Suddenly the deep darkness adn quite of the night is broken by a hundred tourches and barking dogs. He is surrounded...he sighs a quick breathe of relief...finally death and peace. The pain of a hundred sword brusts through his body as the hunters strike at him time and time again. How soon till death he wonders when suddenly the forest if lite up as if it where day and a shadows walks from the light it is his angel come once again to save him. Only this time things feel different as if she has come to aid the hunters. He launches at her fangs and claws poised for the kill but she sweeps him away with a simple movement of her hand. Bloody and bruised he slams into a near by tree. She continues on past him into the hord of hunters and begins to hack and cut away at them....

to be continued
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June 21, 2007 - Thursday
another 1 i wrote recently
Category:  Music
 wrote this one like 6 days ago and forgot all about it. was thinking of my love that left me....

Theres No Tears For Me

a simple turn of the wrist will sufice
to open a door to paradise
cradled by the night in its icey embrace
sitting silent in my lonely place
rain drops penetrating the silence all around
i lye back and listen to its sound
the thunder echoing my heart beats
lying still on my pure white sheets
something urges me on to a distant goal

moving like a silent ghost in the rain
with a soft promise to end all my pain
all my dreams sprout wings an fly away
like a devish choir as silently i lay
a dim reflection of what i use to be
i close my eyes to all i see
of a world i could not change
thinking only of things to rearange
with unseen hands i begin to move

(chorus)
one step closer to the dark i come
beliving all i dreamt would never be
looking forward to my bottle of rum
drunk again i forget what was me
i lost your hand once again
but theres no tears for me
seeing only my darkest end
feeling your lack of sympathy

i lost sight of who i was again
you where my lover an my friend
but something forced us apart
born of the darkness of my heart
a fear i had refused to admit
something that whispered of meaningless shit
now i draw up the gleaming blade
unfeeling steel from which it was made
it now does its firery dance for me

the pain is light on my flesh
a cut where blood an vein mesh
its act even god wouldn't bless
as i die i seek to confess
what was born of my heart
a dream of us never apart
but now the time is at hand
an there is no time for remand
the blood flows
in ever growing rows

(chorus X3)

i died the day you went away
but you ignored my pleas to stay
so now i die for the last time
and the sun sets its' final time for me

(chorusX2)

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songs i wrote to my ex
Category:  Music

k heres more of my more recent songs. well about 3 years ago. but still i love them and would love to try to remake them with a new band if that is ever possible. but anyways one can nvr tell...and this was written to my crappy ex

"just one more kiss"

how many more have been serviced by you
how many souls must i still look forward to
how many more have been serviced by you

i wait and wish only this
if i could have just one more kiss
i wait and wish only this
if i could have just one more kiss

how many more have been serviced by you
how many souls must i still look forward to
how many more have been serviced by you
how many where inside while you stood by my side

how do you like the needle inside

if it doesn't please you
will it release you
how it burns your soul

another one sneaks inside behind my back

she had a problem as a little girl
now shes gona take it on all the men in the world
and he liked to theroize her thesis

{ x2
shes got a heart of shit
and a stomache full of semein
if i believed in love
well i guess that i was dreamin }

________________________________________

i kill myself (remix)

is anyone still there...

is anyone still there...

is anyone still there...

i kill myself to forget about you
i kill myself to forget about you

why does it end up this way (repeated loud  and soft over and over)

i kill my self to for get about you (sang louder and louder over and over)

_________________________________________

"i kill myself"

she'll kill your passion
kill your will
and don't you know she'll leave you behind
i take drugs, i take my pills
its all i have thats mine
she'll find the things that make you happy
and nothing you return  could please
you search for things to make her happy
but in the end you know she'll leave

send me sunday flowers and forget my name
how did i get sucked into your game
come see me when its convient
and throw me away when your done
make me feel like shit
tell me i'm the only one

{ x4
i wish couldn't kill like you
i thought i was apart of you
you left me feeling so blue }

{ x8
i hate myself because of you
i thought i was apart of you
i scar myself beacuse or you
i kill myself because of you }

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