Post by CCADP on Aug 29, 2005 10:49:31 GMT -5
"It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to
make the attempt. If you do not climb you will not fall. This is true. But
is that bad to fail, that hard to fall? Sometimes when you dream of falling,
you wake, and sometimes you die.and sometimes, when you fall, you fly"
-Dream-
An introduction is always a bit difficult. You feel as if you are in school
all over again. It wasn't easy then and it's no less easy now being an
adult. Trying to cram all the things about you into one page, touches upon
the narcissism I try to so hard to never acknowledge. J
My name is Irving Davis and I'm a death row resident. I'm twenty two and I
have been here since I was nineteen.
I am somewhat of a pedestrian philosopher; a swazi-talented poet and artist
and all out neurotic. Woody Allen neurotic.
I would like to think of myself as endearing-I would like to think of
myself as a lot of things. I had a rough time trusting people and in the
process, I pushed everyone away or maybe they were not as close as I though,
but I disagree.
I'm prone to rambling and then silence.I don't think that I'm doing to well
right now, so let me switch gears.
Everything begins in the heart. There is no end to things in the heart. I'm
still searching for that beginning. I don't have it completely together; I'm
trying to live the best way I know how.
I am open minded and really the most important thing I'm looking for in a
friend is someone who is not afraid to love for a little while; who will be
there. Someone who will be my anchor when the winds of change threaten to
blow me away, or will just hold on for the ride and see where we end up.
I've known profound loneliness for far too long. I don't want always be on
the outside, that haunt my soul, I just want a chance. That's it. Here are
some random thoughts and poems.
This didn't come out the way I intended, but hey, I tried
Sincerely,
Irving Davis
Irving Davis #999423
Polunsky Unit
3872 F.M. 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351
All are written by Irving Davis
Dangerous Beauty
Feed me your sacred pretense
No excuse and no valid defense
I'll just sit back and hope that when you're spent
You'll come to share with me
Your deception and your sin
Chorus:
Dagger with angel wings / oh glamour queen, leaves me forsaken
Dagger with angel wings / your poison so easily taken
Dagger with angel wings / Abandonment has left shaken
Shimmer in my bitterness
Glimmer the contempt of love distressed
I don't believe a single word you said
Amused by your confusion
[Chorus]
Behold saintly masochist
The messiah that I can't resist
Faux believer, crucify yourself
And see just what it gleans
I think this is what I feel
[Chorus 2x's then end]
Illusory
Like fruit yanked off the vine
Severed are the ties that bind
Gnaw through the blasphemy that bitters your pretty tongue.
Ruby wine lips intoxicate
Irruptive eyes that penetrate
Beware the neyaphim stealing breath out of your lungs
Aye Maria lets them lap up the dregs
Smear the sluice between her legs
Desperate to escape this twisted maze
Stumble away from the cobras amber gaze
The supine nun with a queue of converts waiting to pray with thee.
Never raise me to be your priest
Scared posts attract me none the least
Devils advocate pawning off false you love to preach
I'll never appease you lowly shrine
Nor stroke the egos of thou and thine
Parasite Madonna, existential Jesus leech.
Pourquoi Pas Moi
Bidding distant promise farewell
Impassioned pledges, I confessed to thee
Thief of my hearts pleasure, even taking what you don't need.
Reaver keep all of the trinkets
All of the treasure you've shown to me.
Give up a priceless moment or something that's all our own.
Yellowed photographs that you've forgotten
Dried lilies you left behind
Journals with missing entries
Entries that you'll never find.
What does it means?
Apparently nothing, at all
You keep all this
Why not me?
Dying star in her constellation
Burning out and no one sees
Brush aside the useless unknown, useless since it came from me.
What happens when you go to ground?
Collapsed under stashed away proof
Unprepared to submit, unable to honestly admit.
They say love keep memories warm
And lied, that love will ease you through
No more will ease down the path
Through this hell called loving you.
I don't know what it means
I thought it meant something, anything at all
You keep all this
Why not me?
Inevitability
Why would I ever want to get out of bed?
If facing the day, means facing the dead
But rise I must and hither waits death
That no dream can conquer, but what more is left
Than to surrender to the reality or run
Into the medicinal haze that blocks out the sun
By which I mean human reason alone
Cannot help where the sun has not shone.
So catalog your memories or throw them away
And let the magic moments fall where they may
Each a snowflake while in its majestic flight
That fade into nothing in darkness of night
My minds eye cares not in the least
Whether that sun rises in the west or sets in the east
All will end, and that truth still brings me dread
As I wake every morning to go face trhe dead.
make the attempt. If you do not climb you will not fall. This is true. But
is that bad to fail, that hard to fall? Sometimes when you dream of falling,
you wake, and sometimes you die.and sometimes, when you fall, you fly"
-Dream-
An introduction is always a bit difficult. You feel as if you are in school
all over again. It wasn't easy then and it's no less easy now being an
adult. Trying to cram all the things about you into one page, touches upon
the narcissism I try to so hard to never acknowledge. J
My name is Irving Davis and I'm a death row resident. I'm twenty two and I
have been here since I was nineteen.
I am somewhat of a pedestrian philosopher; a swazi-talented poet and artist
and all out neurotic. Woody Allen neurotic.
I would like to think of myself as endearing-I would like to think of
myself as a lot of things. I had a rough time trusting people and in the
process, I pushed everyone away or maybe they were not as close as I though,
but I disagree.
I'm prone to rambling and then silence.I don't think that I'm doing to well
right now, so let me switch gears.
Everything begins in the heart. There is no end to things in the heart. I'm
still searching for that beginning. I don't have it completely together; I'm
trying to live the best way I know how.
I am open minded and really the most important thing I'm looking for in a
friend is someone who is not afraid to love for a little while; who will be
there. Someone who will be my anchor when the winds of change threaten to
blow me away, or will just hold on for the ride and see where we end up.
I've known profound loneliness for far too long. I don't want always be on
the outside, that haunt my soul, I just want a chance. That's it. Here are
some random thoughts and poems.
This didn't come out the way I intended, but hey, I tried
Sincerely,
Irving Davis
Irving Davis #999423
Polunsky Unit
3872 F.M. 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351
All are written by Irving Davis
Dangerous Beauty
Feed me your sacred pretense
No excuse and no valid defense
I'll just sit back and hope that when you're spent
You'll come to share with me
Your deception and your sin
Chorus:
Dagger with angel wings / oh glamour queen, leaves me forsaken
Dagger with angel wings / your poison so easily taken
Dagger with angel wings / Abandonment has left shaken
Shimmer in my bitterness
Glimmer the contempt of love distressed
I don't believe a single word you said
Amused by your confusion
[Chorus]
Behold saintly masochist
The messiah that I can't resist
Faux believer, crucify yourself
And see just what it gleans
I think this is what I feel
[Chorus 2x's then end]
Illusory
Like fruit yanked off the vine
Severed are the ties that bind
Gnaw through the blasphemy that bitters your pretty tongue.
Ruby wine lips intoxicate
Irruptive eyes that penetrate
Beware the neyaphim stealing breath out of your lungs
Aye Maria lets them lap up the dregs
Smear the sluice between her legs
Desperate to escape this twisted maze
Stumble away from the cobras amber gaze
The supine nun with a queue of converts waiting to pray with thee.
Never raise me to be your priest
Scared posts attract me none the least
Devils advocate pawning off false you love to preach
I'll never appease you lowly shrine
Nor stroke the egos of thou and thine
Parasite Madonna, existential Jesus leech.
Pourquoi Pas Moi
Bidding distant promise farewell
Impassioned pledges, I confessed to thee
Thief of my hearts pleasure, even taking what you don't need.
Reaver keep all of the trinkets
All of the treasure you've shown to me.
Give up a priceless moment or something that's all our own.
Yellowed photographs that you've forgotten
Dried lilies you left behind
Journals with missing entries
Entries that you'll never find.
What does it means?
Apparently nothing, at all
You keep all this
Why not me?
Dying star in her constellation
Burning out and no one sees
Brush aside the useless unknown, useless since it came from me.
What happens when you go to ground?
Collapsed under stashed away proof
Unprepared to submit, unable to honestly admit.
They say love keep memories warm
And lied, that love will ease you through
No more will ease down the path
Through this hell called loving you.
I don't know what it means
I thought it meant something, anything at all
You keep all this
Why not me?
Inevitability
Why would I ever want to get out of bed?
If facing the day, means facing the dead
But rise I must and hither waits death
That no dream can conquer, but what more is left
Than to surrender to the reality or run
Into the medicinal haze that blocks out the sun
By which I mean human reason alone
Cannot help where the sun has not shone.
So catalog your memories or throw them away
And let the magic moments fall where they may
Each a snowflake while in its majestic flight
That fade into nothing in darkness of night
My minds eye cares not in the least
Whether that sun rises in the west or sets in the east
All will end, and that truth still brings me dread
As I wake every morning to go face trhe dead.
