Ignorance’s Bliss

I don’t miss you, thanks’ very much for the polite conversation,
The hesitation to my questions says you’re not paying attention,
Do not care too,
Do not care too,

Through a door and down the hall, turn the knob that is my heart;
leading too a world where I’ll let you jump around like a porcupine
Please be humble, the sighs read, be gentle but I’ll pretend I don’t see.

Through a door and down the hall, turn the knob that is my heart;
leading too a world where I’ll let you jump around like a porcupine
Please be humble, the sighs read, be gentle but I’ll pretend I don’t see.

One day I’ll stop saying one day – that day will become today.
It shall be the moment on which I have conquered love
The moment that I have mastered my fears and have chosen to persevere.
One day I’ll be the man I know I am, the one I am yet too timid too share,
For people far too often forebode dark pasts, presents and futures,

I’d like to find a little hut hidden from civilization,
In reality I’ll be hiding in my imagination;
In my apartment where I pay too much rent
And can only smell the scent of beer and pot and poverty,

Yeah, I’m a cliched, dark morbid parody,
Of myself, and I don’t give a fuck.
I keep saying life will turn with all this bad luck
And if it doesn’t at least I can entertain you;

I know what bliss is and it’s a fist full of you.
I can’t pass this test, I can’t resist this, Give me your kisses,
I can’t resist this, give me your kisses, and give me your kisses

While you care to stare and wonder, hunger for a lover;
Momentarily better than your significant other,
I understand why you ran to the shadows,
Despite your deep kisses you’re hollow.
I shall not wallow as I picture frame you in a gallows.

Regurgitate that thought; my soup is thicker than your plot,
I’m pounding in your heart; I’ll be your blood clot, me in your brain
I am one deadly thought. I can kill with my emotions
As you kill with your lack of devotion, another empty notion,
Spoke from sweet tender lips, oh… so…. broken.

Feb 16th 2014

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The Eve’s Sting

There was a flower walking alleys,
I was a drunken bee sipping her honey.
Someone said to me her buzz is a little funny.

She did her dance and there’s more to follow,
Pollinate the world and do not wallow
Pity is something she doesn’t like to swallow.

Another bee told me if love was our sting
It would kill us, I replied – how shall I sting?
I’m ready to die; death is what this lust shall bring.

And I’ll sing my mournful song.
Ever masochistically turned on
as love fades with the dawn.

Alarm Clock

Alarm clock, I hid it somewhere
It’s not by my bed, dear; it’s in my head.
It’s set to go off not tomorrow, nor the day after…
It’s personal, it’s internal, for the day I wake up.
The day I choose to wake up.

I fell asleep as vampires do when they’ve lived to long.
I live but I slumber, I feel and think but don’t react.
The living dead and I are waiting for a moment to arise,
A reason to walk the earth; re-learning what emotion is
My emptiness is as wide as the ocean is.

I try to shove in love, I shove in you, I shove in life
And I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.
The smiles and hellos we pass are to deceive,
Show me your back, I have a gift for you,
With a friendly pat, I’ll run you through.

This is our day
This is our age.
Welcome to the new world
Friends are more deadly than enemies.

This is our day
This is our age.
Welcome to the new world
Friends are more deadly than enemies

I just want to be free, free of all the social needs
I don’t need love from those who will leave.
I don’t need hate from those who will stay,
God is God and every dog has his day,
Hold my skull and say “he was a man, I knew him well”

Ron Bergquist
Feb 8TH 2015

Minds Wide Open

Welcome to my dark mind:
To what you weren’t meant to find.
Now that you’re here,
I simply ask you.
Can you see all my lies?
If so,
Can you tear out my eyes?

A child is crying in your head.
Before you know it, you’ll be dead.
Wicked men dancing in your view.
All your nightmares have come true.

Awake now!
And shaking violently,
wide-awake!
Still demons I see!
The evil is a little show,
It turns me bad,
So on my wicked way I go.

The light hits your eyes with a wild blur.
Your head is spinning,
your vision stirs.
You fight the pictures in your mind.
The unsightly pictures of your find.

The lustful images take control.
It turns me into an empty hole.
Life like a whore,
becomes over done.
It seems my story has already been spun.

Around in circles you will find,
Everything that chills your spine.
Worshipers, divinities, drugs and disease,
Everything that takes away life’s ease.

Living, rather slowly, dying in paradise.
I’m unlucky, I broke the dice.
I’m helpless and will have hell to pay.
It’s not safe to assume it’s just a bad day.

Terror filled present because of the future,
No matter the out come, you’ll be a disputer.
No rest. Not ever. Not for your sick mind!
In conclusion you will find
reels of unisghtly images in your mind.
Written By: Ron Bergquist & Kevin Dunn