The whisper of your voice floats like ashes
Dancing in the breeze
As your heart demolishes
You smell smoke and the stench of disease
You’re just the wreckage of the world
Isn’t that what you’re used to
When your world starts to crumble, who will be laughing?
I bet you’ll be down on your knees screaming
as the dust disappears, who will be waiting
or are you all by yourself, again
I’ll count the stars in the sky
If you’ll tell the world one more lie
Just to cover up your messy footprints
All to hide whats on the inside
And if you can balance the world
While tricking all those girls
Well I’m sure that you can handle your heavy heart
But just so we’re clear
I hope this ends right here
Because I can’t stand the sadness in your voice
I heard you say that you believe in nothing
I couldn’t be too surprised but who would have guessed it
You swear these stars aren’t a sign and that love is a lie
I wouldn’t be too surprised but how could you detest it
You must have fallen for something
Somewhere along these lines
So why pretend that everything is just a losing game?
I can see right through you
For those of you not familiar with these documentaries, I suggest you watch them especially if you have any remote interest in the law system or anything of the like. However I must warn you, mainly on the fact that the murder itself, especially in regards to the crime scene photos, is extremely unsettling and not to mention graphic. I barely have the stomach to handle some of the photos, but even if you are squeamish I recommend you still watch these documentaries because they will truly blow your mind, and if you’re like me, possibly get excruciatingly pissed off. They are HBO specials, and you can rent them or netflix them. Now, If you have or have not watched them I am going to elaborate on several reasons as to why this whole situation is upsetting and down right disheartening considering it’s overall shame on our oh so beautiful judicial system. I was 3 years old in 1993, just to clarify things. So I don’t remember this happening, not the least bit. By 2000 I was about 10, and was more into n’sync then trials. I recently had watched Paradise Lost 3, with my family nonetheless, because my mother had told me about Paradise Lost, the original documentary which came out a few years after the first trial, I believe. Upon watching the third one I was of course happy to know that all three men were free, HOWEVER I was really pissed that they still had to admit guilt to this crime that I KNOW they did not commit. I am in no way shape or form an expert on criminal justice, detective work etc etc. I’m a noob, to put it simply. However, after a fairly extensive course of Criminal Evidence, I’d like to say that I know enough to know that those trials were the biggest pots of bullshit ever to be in a courtroom. In addition to several other trials, *cough* O.J Simpson *cough* Kasey Anthony *cough*
Considering the title of that class, CRIMINAL EVIDENCE….Key word being evidence, well, I learned a shit load about evidence. Not to mention I learned of the proper ways to obtain evidence, and by evidence I mean pretty much everything having to do with a legit trial. Because evidence is literally everything, photos, documents, any samples of any kind, any testimonies, alibis, I could totally keep going but then I might as well have authored the damn textbook. What does this have anything to do with the West Memphis Three trials? Well, if you’ve seen the documentaries, then you know, evidence was 100% the main reason behind every single flaw in those trials. First of all, there barely was evidence. Stupid right? Technically there was a lot of evidence, but for all intensive purposes there might as well not have even been any, frankly there might as well have not even been bodies, because it’s not like they took a look at anything like a real investigator would, with scrutiny and precision, nah they just flicked through and went, “Wow, alright, mhmmm…yeah oh guilty totally. Is it my lunch break?” I understand that 1994 was a very long time ago in retrospect. My criminal evidence class was based of a book published in 2009, which still was technically out of date in comparison to even now. So its safe to say that the quality of trials may be generally greater today as apposed to then, but I digress because even now our legal system eats the words ” Everyone is assumed innocent until proven guilty.”
Now, I understand I bounce around a lot, but lets touch on something pretty common that also played a huge part in this saga. Stereotypes, or cliche physical appearance has stricken well, almost everyone in this day and age. The 90’s, well they were awkward and since I was young, I don’t necessarily know that time but I am assuming the era now ( the 2000’s ) is a little bit more drastic on attacking personal choices in regards to appearance, again I am only basing this on MY experience with it. I am not saying in the 90’s this wasn’t an issue, because God knows “looks” have almost always been an issue. And clearly in Damien Echol’s case, it was definitely an issue especially in the public and the laws eye. I was always picked on in junior high and high school, for being different. Of course I wore black, of course I liked death metal and horror flicks. I went the whole 10 yards. I am still an “outcast” due to my tattoos and piercings regardless of their nature. Does this mean I am not loved and appreciated by differing classes of people, no, but it does mean that some people still think I’m a convict, I’ve never been arrested. Some people think I am a drug addict, I’ve never done any drugs. Some people think I worship the devil, I’m a christian and I love God While we’re on that subject, briefly, I’m not a hypocrite nor do I point fingers at any other religion, you believe it what you like, as long as you have faith and are a good person, you have my love and support, no matter what race you are, and no matter what your past holds. All I’m saying is, I know how it feels to be the freak, to be thought of as someone your not. The city of West Memphis Arkansas, in 1994 are 100% guilty of essentially profiling someone based on graffiti with no legitimate ties to them. As far as I’ve seen their names were the only graffiti they are responsible for. So, like most white collar police departments, the first people to blame are well, to put it bluntly, black people or maybe that crazy goth in math class. What I’m getting at is pretty much this, if you look different, you’re subject to a lot of bullshit, and in these three boys’ case, a whole fucking lot of bullshit.
In a nutshell there are a few key reasons to why these trials were bullshit. Shitty experts, which I learned have to have appropriate credentials coming out of their assholes. An absolute lack of real evidence linking any of the three men to the crime, which I learned there has to be some pretty strong stuff to convict. Forced confessions, there’s a whole 3 chapters on confessions and let me tell you the one given by Misskelly was 100% inadmissible. Stereotypes, which lets face it ruins everything for everybody. The overall culprit is lack of experience or even intelligence on behalf of the police department or whatever precinct had jurisdiction of the crime. And the lack of professionalism and yeah, intelligence in regards to the judges, jury and lawyers on this crime. Based on EVERYTHING I learned in my criminal evidence class, there is no way in hell, by the standards of a considerably prestige author of law-based textbooks, that these three men should have been or even could have been convicted. Had the officers done their jobs like the were trained to do, had the detectives acquired real credible experts to analyze evidence , had the judge done his job in admitting when somethings are wrong or something was overlooked, had the lawyers done their jobs in finding every single detail. Had these men and women simply done their jobs which some of them attended years of schooling for, three men would have been saved from 18 years of absolute hell and anguish. I get if some things are expensive, I understand that most trials cost an unbelievable amount of money. What I can’t understand is how so many people could overlook so many important things that can potentially save someones life Its not like they weren’t there out for everyone to see, its that people just looked away or skimmed past it. Then when it comes about, they try their hardest to make sure it cannot bite them in the ass. Nobody likes to admit their wrong. Well nobody wants to be falsely imprisoned for 18 years and suffer the pain that some free schmuck gets to avoid because you were shitty at your job.
So, watch this documentary, scream at your tv, and start supporting the west memphis three. I didn’t touch on everything because literally there is SO MUCH wrong with this case it’s unbelievable. I pray to God these men get exonerated, and that someone decides to re open the investigation piece together what really happened to those little boys.
go there for more information about the case and Jason, Damien and Jesse.
I could pick your face out of any crowd
Like the calming of chaos beating loud
I hear your footsteps closing in
I hope you’re looking for me
You float by me like smoke
Like a smothered flame I choke
I hear your heartbeat closing in
I hope you’re looking for me
Oh, I wish it was easy
just like in my dreams
I wish it was easy
just like everything seems
Oh, I could tell you everything
I could tell it all
with the stars at our backs
I search for you through this town
as if I could find you now
I hear your voice getting thin
I hope you’re looking for me
Oh, I wish it was easy
just like in my dreams
I wish it was easy
just like everything seems
Oh, I could tell you everything
I could tell it all
So sorry that you caught me
I had been staring but I didn’t mind you noticing
Your eyes were sparkling like diamonds
You had assurance in your voice
Now there is silence
So sorry that you fought me
I had been praying but I didn’t care you questioning
Your voice was echoing like sirens
You had reverence in your choice
Now there is violence
And not a breath in the air
Could cloud my reception
I felt the rain as it hammered
I felt the rain as it poured
And not a breath in the air
Could calm my aggression
Just the sound of your heart
Ripping us apart
I had been walking
I had been walking alone
In your shadow
While we deny ourselves the search for self satisfaction
We constantly rummage through dissolved memories
Picking apart the process of progression just to divulge ourselves
Creating our own insanity one bitch at a time
Thumbing through pages as if something will satisfy us
As if finding that one thing will supplement something
The raw hatred that accumulates in my lungs
With every desperate breath I beg to be spitting up blood
From a fury of fist fights I’d raise up victorious
But only to soak up the blood with a white flag
Only in my head can I fight a war
Romping through testimonies I swore were gone from my head
I thought repression had stricken you like all other fictions
But something keeps ticking away
Like a wicked drum thumping against my ears
But it’s only when I’m searching for it
Only when I’m looking for it
The white noise
The whispers
It’s only when I happen to see your shit eating grin
Or when I hear the chatter of your teeth
Clanking and clasping like an alligator
I’d like to assume we’re all of sound mind
But anything can drive anyone crazy
Just the thought of your manipulation makes me gag
I can only pray that this persistent want
No, this need
To crush your cheek bones every time you smile
To break your fingers every time you point them
To cut out your tongue every time you lie
I can only pray this leaves with the very stench of your bones
Once you’re buried six feet under all alone
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note: however anyone chooses to infer this, I in no way shape or form agree with violence or seeking revenge on anyone, but as a human I respect the need to want to slap a bitch for ruining your life periodically. And with that I say write a poem or rant and leave it at that, because karma will take care of it for you, don’t mess up your fists for NO bitch, male or female. Hands are important….lol
I sit and often wonder why or how I manage to befriend monsters. How do I stumble upon seemingly the worlds most volatile creations? I suppose they flock to me. My longing for peace and my ability ( though weakened ) to passify must entice their spite in multitudes. Never have I had such a small faith in friendship and mankind. It pains me to know that intelligent words or simple attempts at reasoning only achieve pity and misery in reply. But what pains me more than my self indulged foes themselves, is my burning desire to cause them harm. Am I no different for begging the stars to rain down asteroids on them? I only want for them to suffer as I have at their hands. Who am I to chose their fate?
A Pencil.
I’m gonna begin with this statement
before I brutally smash your dreams into the pavement
It’s displacement, so don’t go ignoring my previous statement
You see my whole mind is set on your derailment,
You could say it’s disappointment
But I know your hiding bodies in your closet
Skeletons with elegant white finger tips
Broken pelvises cracked at the hips
Knees bent perpendicular to sit flush against the floor
Stacked so fucking high you’d impress Al Gore
Good luck, cause I think you’re gonna need it
When the war starts, I know who’s gonna feed it
Spoonfuls of bureaucracy as if you knew what it meant
Heaps of hypocrisy sticking like cement
Trust me all of this wasn’t just an accident
You didn’t trip and happen to fall on his dick
So spare me the sorry’s, and The woes me’s
I don’t have time for your vociferous plea
Your fucked up psych or your bullshit tragedy
Hey I never pegged you for the intelligent kind
Hence why our conversations are always one sided and blind
I tried to be kind, relatively civil, and completely aligned
But there’s no getting through to such a poisonous mind
You’d never help yourself as if you had the thought to try
If I even had a fucking question It would just be “why?”
So lets pretend I never met you
erase the years of high-school to just forget you
I wanna go back and deselect you
Fuck I’d never resurrect you
Reanimation doesn’t effect you
You’re a corpse on the surface
and inside you’re dead too
Quietly standing idle
Such an innocent disciple
So quick to be a rebel
You could never excel
You teetered at the limits
And from the tip-top you fell
I’d ask you about the weather
But I know it’s hot in hell
I sorta saw this coming
And I think you could tell
So, I watched you stagger
And your head start to swell
I watched you lose your swagger
And your eyes start to well
I listened to your words
As they drowned in the smell
You were shuffling through passages
Soulfully searching for a cell
A molecule of madness
To wake you from this spell
But no matter what you call it
It’s not sane to dwell
No matter why you want it
I still think it’s evil
Cause a selfish situation is now taking its toll
You said you couldn’t pay attention
And that you had lost your soul
Cause it’s buried in synthetic memories
That are unforgettable
It’s too soon to call the shots
It’s too late to call the score
You never felt the impact
Until you were walking out the door
A slight slow in your step
A slight glow in your face
Time to end unhappiness
Before falling from grace
It’s too soon to call the shots
It’s too late lets call this one
You’d like to be forgiven
But the damage is done
The damage is done
The damage is done
The damage is done
baffling
the audacity
of your insensibility
and the lack of sympathy
as you spit and start to speak
i see you gasp for the satisfactory
such an addict to pride, to superbity
it’s a shame to see this deficiency
to see the famine of inadequacy
to inherit a world of abandoned catastrophe
rage running rampant against the exemplary
the faultless heroes who had your back
are asking questions with no retract
and when the answers aren’t exact
our hearts lie crushed and cracked
though, our eyes are bruised and blacked
and our tongues are tied and trapped
our souls are still intact
so as we all recite mental psalms of stability
praying for fates democracy
to side against this moral hypocrisy
the world will be changing indefinitely
and amongst all this spinning lies perceptibility
well, will you be one of the lonely?
for we will have already formed an army
I hear the breaks squeal
I smell the rubber burn
I see sparks fly and fire ignite
As a bystander, I sit and watch
With my eyes wide open
Growing dry
As an intimate, I sit and rot
My heart beating slow and painful
With my mouth wide open
Growing dry
As the metal collides, the plastic melts
The pavement cracks…
It all collapsed
I saw this coming
and I could only do…nothing
But the kind that has never experienced massive trips from drug usage, much less withdrawing from any other drug. The kind that has never put a daisy in the end of a rifle because that rifle is mine. The kind that believes in peace but is willing to defend. The kind that regularly bathes and doesn’t smell like patchouli.The kind that loves all animals but doesn’t mind turning one into my meal. The kind that believes in taking care of nature and recycling but wont write up a citizens ticket to make you feel like a fag for throwing your cup on the ground, but seriously pick that shit up. The kind that thinks we are all the same on the inside but wont mind calling you out for being a piece of…never mind haha. I’m that kind of hippie. The cool kind.
All I can say is I am thoroughly upset with how violent our country is. How our mindset is revenge, punish, kill. How a 6 year old child can stumble upon a gun because of THE PARENTS carelessness to lock it away, take it to his kindergarten class and shoot ( not to mention kill ) a 6 year old girl. How two seniors in high school can sum up all of their verbal and physical abuse into one massive killing spree and all we do is point our fingers at the music. Shove our fingers in the chests the video game developers. I’m not blaming the NRA, although rallying after said monstrosities isn’t good for their reputation. Charlton Heston made himself look like an ass for that, but I’m not blaming him. I’m not blaming the classmates whom harassed the boys responsible for Columbine, I’m not blaming those boys for putting bullets in numerous bodies. I’d like to blame negligence and total disregard for compassion. I’d like to blame a nation based on the need to conquer. War to war it’s always been the same. We must murder and demolish the land to get our point across. All the things we’re not allowed to see. All the things hidden from our eyes, from our hearts. Important details that would make or break every crappy decision, *cough * Electing Bush, a High functioning retard, as our president. *cough* I could care less who agrees or disagrees, but take this into consideration; When shown the comparison of murder in other countries, ours is the highest. You cannot deny that. We’ve battled for years to accept other races even though one of our amendments is that we’re all to be treated as equals. Our television shows are based on exploiting everyday reality; fighting, adultery, poverty, drug abuse, mental and physical handicaps. This is what we find entertaining, and yet we can’t sing about it in our songs without being accused of having responsibilities for the thoughts people might have of murder, rape, and suicide. Even beyond our viewing and listening entertainment lies the real route of all evil. It’s everyone responsible for the lack of change since this nation has begun. It’s our leaders we chose to fallow. It’s the things we vote on. We are the product of violence. We are the product of confusion, of being led astray. I’m not saying I hate my country, but I am saying it’s a fucking disappointment.
