The Baby

The Baby

In the beginning, there were these children that didn't know the difference from right and wrong. As they grew older, they acknowledged sinning, they had an addiction, all along. They wanted to feed it, this hungry fetus. It never wanted. Just always needed. It was growing inside them. They couldn’t defeat it. Considered abortion. They tried to beat it. Beat it!

And one dark day they forfeit to fight, which brought the unborn fetus back to life. It was full of vengeance. Hatred dripped from its eyes while they glowed vermillion red in the darkness of night (night, night.)

It screamed for power. You fed its hunger which made it stronger than this time before. Your growing weaker than a preacher who had his demons waging wars in’store.

Waging wars in’store.

Can you see the hurt within your kids? Being their sole destroyer of happiness.
Are you feeling used when hiding the bruise? A needled zombie with broken virtues.
Can you see the hurt within your kids? A parent leading a life of nothingness.
Are you feeling used when hiding the bruise? Grab the umbilical cord and cut that bastard loose.

I love you so much, but you can’t see that I’m not enough to kill the baby.
You love me so much, but I can’t free your polluted mind and toxic body.

And one dark night she said unto me when she expresses love, it kicks back with jealousy.
Her body aches with an ever-waking need to inject the vein and feed it regrettably.
Every night that she falls asleep the fetus crawls back beneath her sheets.
I awoke last night from a hopeful dream that she was finally clean for me.

That she was finally clean for me.

The puppeteer should choke on the strings, but fairy tales have truer endings.
Sweetie, It’s just me and some nurse ladies. I’ll hold your hand through the suffering, but the aborted fetus keeps eating your babies.

I love you so much, but you can’t see that I’m not enough to kill the baby.
You love me so much, but I can’t free your diluted mind and toxic body.

The puppeteer should choke on the strings, but fairy tales have truer endings.
Sweetie, It’s just me and some nurse ladies. I’ll hold your hand through the suffering, but the aborted fetus keeps eating your babies... keeps eating your babies...keeps eating your babies...

Black Tuesday

Suicides beneath gray skies. Inside the houses where the babies cry.
Starving on dreams on this lonely, black Tuesday. (I think it is today. (I think) I think it is today.)

Funnel clouds roaring way up high over littered streets where the homeless hide.
Silent, like someone important died. We’re just starving on dreams on this lonely, black Tuesday.
(I think it is today. (I think) I think it is today...There’s nowhere to pray...There’s nowhere to pray...)

I figured out the world...I’m a troubled adolescent....Is there any reason to survive?
‘Cause we are living in a great depression...
I found true love...I learned all of its lessons...Is there any reason to survive?
We, the children of a great depression...(press on)

So, repress my love for you, Scarlet. You were my biggest sin, harlot. There could be nothing quite more tragic than to bleed in the streets...like a fucking American...like a fucking American...(A product of the depression.)

Screechy windmills twirling in the night over cracking earth, overused and dry. Dust storms taking our kids from sight. We’re just starving on dreams on this lonely, black Tuesday.
How could the market crash this way? We lost all faith in our currency. In God we trust became a God of hate that severed our souls and caused this heartache.

And It wouldn’t matter who you are, JFK or FDR. These times are changing, changing who you ARE...These times are changing who you ARE... These times are changing you into who you aren’t...(Who will win the next election? My brain is froze, memories in repression. Burn your enemies in a homemade cremation and sell their remains to an organ donation.)

I figured out the world...I’m a troubled adolescent...Is there any reason to survive?
‘Cause we are living in a great depression...
I found true love...I learned all of its lessons...Is there any reason to survive?
We, the children of a great depression...(press on)

So, repress my love for you, Scarlet. You were my biggest sin, harlot. There could be nothing quite more tragic than to bleed in the streets...like a fucking American...like a fucking American....like a fucking American...

You're Whole Life's A Story

Your Whole Life's A Story

Look at the boy that doesn’t SPEAK! Stands all alone and he is so WEAK! Born with the wrong SEXUALITY! A cute physique, YET HE FEELS SO UGLY!

Inside his heart. Inside his head. Will his life start? He wants to be dead.

Inside his heart. Inside his head. Will his life start? He wants to be dead.

Beneath the sheets of his cozy bed, he’s lost in a labyrinth inside of his head.

The people around him tear the boy apart. There’s a void inside his...reality-lost heart...Yeah!

Will the world ever accept his complex breed? Yeah! Doesn’t talk loud enough. Won’t ever feel complete. Yeah! The enemy wants to accept a simple defeat, but some fallen rise up FROM THE DEBRIS!

Your whole life’s a story. You can’t accept reality. Well, Look who’s coming out now.

(Look who’s coming out.)

Mister ‘You’re whole life’s a story’ knows that leeches are not worthy. Well, look who’s going down now- to fill the pages of history.

Inside the sun. Inside the moon. He seeks for answers straight from her womb.

Inside the sun. Inside the moon. He seeks for answers straight to his tomb.

Locked inside his gloomy room, no one can save him from his doom.

Only allowed to speak to kin, wasn’t allowed to make any new friends...Yeah!

He could have given up at least a thousand times. Yeah! Became one with the shadows and it breathed in him new life. Yeah! Grasped the handle of the shiny knife. Pointed it at the earth and yelled, “this world will be mine!...this world will be mine!...this world will be mine!”

(And they told him:)

“You’re whole life’s a story. You can’t accept reality.”

(And I said:)

“Well, Look who’s coming out now. (Look who’s coming out.)

Mister ‘Your whole life’s a story’ will claim all of the glory. Looks who’s going down now...(look who’s going down) - to fill the pages of history. (to fill the pages of his story...to fill the pages of his story.”)

Circuit Board Brains

Circuit Board Brains (Adventures of Allison)

Circuit board brains, They’re all the same. Identical models, synced together to think.
They were built with intentions to be forever tamed, but some wires cross while other wires flame. Humanoid androids love to pray to a robot god built with x-ray.
Machines will crash and others outdate, but all versions are capable to upgrade...Yeah!
(...to think the same.) Upgrade complete! Downgrade, defeat! Brainwash, delete!

I gazed into her subtle eyes and deciphered the digits, one and zero. If earth is the mainframe for a digital hell, then how come I feel I’m in the digital limbo? Her Religion was binary code, Allison’s frequency and remote control. Her circuit board brain and password-protected soul were gun-vermin-t property, and not her own (own, own.)

Loneliness, the fragrance of the homo sapiens. They want a war, but they need to fight. They need some recognition...They want some hope, but they need some brains. They need a new Religion...They want some change, but they need direction. They need a brand new vision...Because we are all part of this unsecured, network infrastructure. Like cattle, we are tracked in life by a series of barcode numbers. We were all scanned in at the beginning, and as depressing as it seems, if you don’t make a name for yourself, you’re just a digit that’s diminishing.

They said, If you’re feminine, you should be a woman, and if you’re masculine, you should be a man. Be born with the right parts because love is the illusion. If you’re a rejection, your just one of God’s failed (sin)sation(s.)

Well, I’m not...a bigot robot whose screws are tightly drilled inside. I’m not... a cloned copy. I am genuinely alive...I want to warn you, Allison, about their preprogramed design.
Yes! Fear is their most effective invention. Yes, they sneer because their blind.
...And these machines need you for a good validation- to ensure that they are right.
...And these machines need you for a good brainwashing. Their ‘love’ gratifies.

Don’t listen, Allison, they want to scramble your mind. Their core is infected and their laser eye is blind (blind, blind.) We are malfunctions that don’t respond to a button. They told us to repent. The viral Armageddon’s coming!!! They wanna erase any waking memory of me. You’re not even a sect of their distorted frequencies. If they abduct you on your ploy to escape, a grenade sleeps in your heart, just pull the pin and DETONATE...JUST DETONATE!!! (There no reason for a rusty robot to pray) A grenade sleeps in your heart, just pull the pin and DETONATE...JUST DETONATE....JUST...DETONATE...

Life Update 12/21/11

I woke up today and something inside me said it was time to write this blog; This writing began in my head several weeks ago. Since my last life update, my life has changed drastically, From a seven-year breakup to a noticeable change in my lifestyle. I am still a part of the same person I once was, but the weaker half of me has regretfully died at the hands of a society and a family that wanted me to conform. My rebelliousness and dedication is the will that allows me to rise in the morning. So many people are dead to me now, but many ambitious people have risen in their place. I have sent many of my demons back to sleep in the graves from which they came. There was once a war zone brewing inside me, now, there are just personal battles. I feel that I am gazing at the world with a new pair of eyes; Everything is observed with a new perspective. I am seeing things that I have always seen, but I am recognizing and comprehending them in a new way.

I have been traveling on an endless journey of self-discovery, exploring the recesses of my mind for answers on WHOM I am, WHO I want to become, and WHY I am here. Many of you might have a simplistic answer to some of these questions, but I have been delving into the innermost part of my brain and attempting to safely extract all of the answers. Reminiscing on the past, I am remembering many regretful actions that I have made within this past year. I have grown fearless of some of the dangers breeding in our world. Without a companion, I’ve grown less co-dependant. I’m at my strongest point yet. I’m in no rush to find a significant other. Some days, a hopeless feeling comes over me and tells me that I will be alone forever. I’ve always wanted to complete someone and have them complete me like the lost pieces of a great puzzle. Life is so strange, when you meet someone that you like, you run out of words, and then they have just ran out of your life.

College is taking my mind off of some personal issues and helping me direct my time in a more positive direction. But since I’m a perfectionist, school is consuming more of my life than it should be. There are many weeks that I cut everyone out of my life and I disconnect myself from the world. Sometimes I need to let my mind rest, but I choose to do extra credit; There is a nerd living inside of me. lol Since I don’t have a job, I feel that if I don’t put ALL of my effort into school, and I don’t have all A’s, I have somehow failed at life. I’m going through these semesters very quickly, and I am already trying to peer into the future, but I don’t know what I want to major in. Sociology helps me study society. Psychology helps me study the mind. Writing is my main passion. And I have always wanted to teach on a focused subject.

This ^ is a screenshot of Zelda: Skyward Sword for the Nintendo Wii. 35+ hours of my life has already went into this game. It is the best Zelda game so far.

I am on facebook quite a bit because I play some of these facebook apps, religiously. (The Sims: Social and Restaurant City) Between school, I get some chances to play video games, but I’ve had a hard time trying to focus on my writing. I’m gonna find a way to perfect my time restraints; you are gonna see me post more creative writings and updates on my newest novel. Hopefully this blog will jumpstart the creative process. Earlier this semester, I submitted three of my writings to The Mosaic (a pamphlet distributed through Motlow campuses.) Hopefully, they will be printed. *crosses fingers* My body has been feeling really weak lately, so I started back doing my daily exercise routine. As much as I like having friends, I learned that I require a lot of “alone” time. I text people back sometimes, but texting seems like too much effort to say what I’m really wanting to say. And I rarely call people because I’m afraid they are busy and I would be interrupting their life. It comes down to a confidence issue. I hope this blog gave you some insight to who I am. - Brandon Defiance

A Curse Upon Our Love (She’s A Keeper)

A Curse Upon Our Love (She’s A Keeper)

Child of lies, point your sword up to starry skies. Yeah. Yeah.

And if you ever need a gun to shoot the fixed constellations...

Don’t hesitate. Don-Don’t hesitate.

Red moon fill thy eyes black with hate.

Don’t hesitate. Don-Don’t hesitate.

The lover inside shall hibernate- in a primal, animal, sedated stage.

She’s a keeper. My little, bitty creeper. Had her life for sacrifice, but now I wanna keep her.

She’s a keeper. My little, bitty creeper. Had her life for sacrifice, but now I wanna keep her.

In the chill of winter’s night, I sit alone on a jagged mountainside.

On her back, I shall ride as my sight adjusts to her nocturnal way of life.

Through the thicket, through the marsh of flies, creatures of the full moon shall arise.

Hunters seek the witch that they despise, behind the burning lust of her monstrous disguise.

Run baby, run. Daylight has died. The townsmen want you, dead or alive.

Run baby, run. Darkness arrived. Will their children be safe, and will you survive?

Every time my beauty transmutes into a beast, I fall out of her arms and our love grows weak.

I don’t know what the demon inside of her seeks, but I let her rape more than she will eat.

Every time my beauty transmutes into a beast, I fall out of her arms and our love grows weak.

And while my hairy lady feeds, I beat her prey to silence their murderous screams.

Run baby, run. It’s not too late, to reverse this spell-bound, cursed state.

In my dreams, I always see your face, but your howls over town makes me awake!

She’s MY little, bitty creeper. Had her life for sacrifice, but now I wanna keep her.

She’s MY little, bitty creeper. Had her life for sacrifice, but now I wanna keep her.

I cannot help that my heart is tied to a beast that is my bloodthirsty bride.

Child of lies, I shall forever be your mortal knight. Yeah. Yeah.

And if I ever need a gun to shoot this fucking abomination...

I won't hesitate. Won- Won't hesitate.

She is my bestial doll, and I’m just werewolf bait.

I won't hesitate. Won-Won’t hesitate.

Move the finger, pull the trigger. (I keep telling myself.) I love you. I love you.

Sweet sacrifices at low sins and prices. I love you. I love you, earthborn monster. Heart-attack maniac. Deviant, moon demon. Lustful, wildebeest goddess. I surrender and present my bare body to thee. The only witnesses shall be the evil trees. Take me! Bite me! But don’t forget, this pistol is loaded with a silver bullet.

Insects & Robot Brains

Insects & Robot Brains

There’s spiders in the galaxy. One, Two, Three. Their cobwebs catch the dreams of the uninspired earthlings. Starving their bodies while they are deep asleep, humans are conformist who just need to eat...something original, something motivational, something inspirational...something unique.

Smear makeup over the cut places. Cover up what life did to all of your faces. It’s so magnificent how the human skin will repair the tears etched far within. Well, if you’re not pretty, then you are ugly, get plastic surgery because society will judge thee. It’s all about how your face developed since you were a baby. So, come out as a movie star if you ever wanna feel complete.

Look at the prestigious checking out the prey- beneath florescent lights and authority. Delicious works of God are prone to cavities. His tools will fill their voids with silvery mercury.

The dentist will spread you open. He’ll spread you open wide. Part those curious lips and let the doctor inside. Surrender the locked mouth to the latex hand. You were born as the sex to be harnessed as a slave to man.

A journey to find yourself. Quit trying to be somebody else. Because the lower that you go, you descend into a labyrinth- that only you know. Savoring the sweet absinthe. A black sky made of crows. Your conscience is absent. The rivers of poison overflow. The earth is dead. The clock is ticking. You’re wasting your chances to be anything aspiring. Quit being silent, There’s so many things worth saying. Will the world know who you are before you start decaying?

I’ve been smothering on a planet. I’ve already picked out my casket, but something tells me that I’m worthy to be something permanent. My life is not immortal. I’m swimming out of a gravitational pull with floating, dead astronauts and their abandoned space shuttles. Swirling into a whirling, unending oblivion. The life forms on this planet are as distant as aliens.

The satellite signals are warping our embryos’ minds. The gun-vermin-t are wasps gathering dirt to secure their hives. We are six-legged insects that are programmed to consume- anything that the mindless flowers produce. Hanging from silk threads, wriggling in our cocoons. I feel the gentle crawling of the starving, brown recluse. How could the situation get worse? I finally broke loose, and fell toward the blinking lights of the technological universe. Just don’t comply with the robots’ computerized brains. We don’t need a remote control to move. We don’t need to be maintained.

-Sir ßane Ðefiance

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