And she said she couldn’t pull the trigger

Shatter the fastest sound of his heartbeat

He’s falling he’s falling and she can’t watch

She’s got the front seat

So what is she waiting for?

Crumble those things that bother you about him

The times you had your heart broken

The memories of pain and lies

Just give him release cock it

Lock it, he doesn’t mean shit so shoot him down

Because the weight you bear prevents such blue skies

Write him off and cash in on your stocks

The amount you accrued is enough to get you through

The darkest of times and what guilt is to you

Is another reason for them to see you cry

Another sip of their attention as they praise your hardships

And you always shine best

Hiding away you can never put his soul to rest

You’ve got the front seat

So what are you praying for?

Written by Baz

21 May 2009

He waits and waits for a manifested date

A trait of friendship to come forth from you

A layer of opaque equates to the earthquake

You have shaken deep in the walls of his heart

Pressure is not wanted but still it shakes

So call and prepare defenses

Picket fences you can’t commiserate

Or show and require false pretenses

Like a locked door your solitude obscures

When friends ask you aren’t sure

Because in your heart you know you’re impure

As cold as the crisp dealings

A sight through smell of your past feelings

Bent lens and bent view

The broken may stay broken

But you can’t keep walking in his shoes

When you fall short on courage and fail to show your face

And you just can’t stop criticizing his restitution

The tiny fractions of your actions

Pro-active only to the path you safeguard and embrace

Words sprawled across the paper thick with paint

Look in the mirror because there’s no room to hesitate

When it comes to life and death every second you have you procrastinate

Written by Baz

14 May 2009

Yeah,you love it because its so dark/
So sick and full of the maple tree bark/
Bitter to taste but too graceful to waste/
Hold onto it and embrace/
Our bodies were expired when we arrived/
And the ship has fallen before we were alive/
So don’t deny it just let it ignite/
Shit i don’t know anymore/
This life is a test and i get bad scores/
Let the waves crash in -the waste splash in/
The pain of payment and the repaying of debt/
Lead to the lifelong walk- exact same spot/
We are caught in this long-shot over-bought cost of naught/
Fuck it i guess i lost again/
Another taste of what will never be in the end/
For days and days i prayed we could be a cure/
Pure/
I’m understanding to what I’ve got/
The line is drawn and what do you have anymore?/
A worthless call, a RR track and a worthless roommate/
No wonder why you always procrastinate/
Time will tell who will drown in hell/
And you will be caught in his flames just as well/
My heads caught in the noose with you my knife I try to get loose/
But his head is caught too/
You ripple shattered throughout me and everyone involved/
A promotion to the queen of what hate sells/
There is a resolve there is a breakpoint of confession/
In the memory of fantasy addresses/
Meeting internet after internet a pixel of meaning/
That has more substance in the chase than the being/
Recede the waves and nothing is played/
But a memory of how we strayed//

Written by Baz

07 Apr 2009

If you find a way out can you tell me/
The sorrow we share drops in a solitary line/
In the snow of that night I felt a part of myself die/
And if you find a way out would you still deny me?/
As circular as the moon our friendship rolls/
But I can’t borrow the light from you anymore/
Stagnant and null, time and distance take their toll/
And if you find a way out can you remind me?/
I don’t know what the future holds/
Nor where this can possibly go/
And on your grave I’ll return the knife/
You stabbed in my back and finally let it go/
Staring into the blackened 6-foot hole that holds/
If you find a way out don’t find me//

written by Baz

26 Mar 2009

And to think you could have it all/
A sweet taste of love and a darkened face of pain/
The imagery of what was meant to be has begun to fall/
And who could take the blame for what became of us/
There’s a time for everything and this time it’s not for me/
Afraid of sadness and scared shitless of happiness/
There’s a fine line between an enemy and a friend/
But it seems to bleed close with your blows/
As fickle as a fucking child/
Your plights were vile/
Putting my pen to the paper/
Has become a sword against a shield/
And there’s nothing left to build/
When there’s null to start/
You are void and I am sinking inside/
A life-long stance against chance/
I believe there is a reason for trust/
Memories don’t lie and you did decide/
Remove yourself from everything you care about/
Everything you wrote was a lie and every time I ever tried all you could do was deny/
Sitting outside in a rundown town/
We could fight back and forth forever/
There’s a solemn face and you are misplaced/
These rocks keep my heart down as they fall from your
instances/
And I don’t need your consideration/
I am not a part of your commiseration/
As coagulated as his veins/
Pain stems from the thick perverse birth/
Of letting another reckless soul into my heart/
And the pain of payment has done me in/
Strange derangement of my safe routine/
A roulette of what will never be free//

Written by Baz

06 Mar 2009

He lives his life with his eyes close

His hands held high in surprise

As his body fell right on your knife

He dreams of being complete again

But won’t stop and ask for help

He’s been here before

He knows the story is old

But his pain of payment must be shown

He doesn’t expect you to know what it’s like

Being him and being out of sight

His rhymes are without rhythm

His crimes are never forgiven

And your lack of acknowledgment is known

A drop of faith and a taste of angels

Has torn him down

He’s naught but a fable

Inside him is something to be found

A gift unlike any other

That you are too blind to recover

Ignorance is bliss

His life is shit and hit and miss

He dismisses any connection with you

Hides in himself and comes unglued

It all builds up and the intoxication of your cup

Is enough to keep the door shut

Outrageous creations

His mind forever racing

Always on edge and lives life so numb

Can’t face his feelings

How will he face you?

With ghost hands and no plans

This life isn’t real

He builds his strength and elements abound

A mental forge of pain that will break

Even legends down into the ground

And when he wakes up

You won’t have time to run…

written by Baz

14 Sep 2008