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Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
whose names are covered over with genius.
Ignorance is fear, the blood that flows,
will bleed out to write your part of history...
yet what of history do you truly know,
repeated by basic word of mouth...?
Not a thing...
Outcast and away from shore,
to the center of still waters,
where rest my tears.
A float, the setting sun
beats its dying light
against my coffin.
Where within lies
my mind in darkness,
afloat amongst the still
waters of my tears.
Confined to a rotting cage of wood,
Time is my mortician,
at the edge of my thought.
The haunting consistency overtakes me,
compromising the process of my existence.
God help me, as the wood
is surely rotting all around me
I shall hold my breath
Just this once and final time.
I have found the haunted wake
past the lens of my sight.
I am the mad man,
within the shell of me
fighting that battle
which I reluctantly wage.
I will wait with my patience,
which with me drowns...
I will await the oak of my coffin to rot,
so that I may break free,
and swim away from my demise beneath,
To the above of my fallen tears
to whatever light remains & awaits me,
in the new world that I will call my own.
Yet Another Fallen Host
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.
Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....
Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps t
The denunciation of atonement
Has begotten my abhorrence.
You know not what you do,
Because you willingly chose so.
Ignorance in the end,
Is most unbecoming of you.
May faith be your comfort
In longing for grace.
I, for some time,
Have watched your humility
Swinging dead from a tree
That is soon to reach the Heavens.
God forbid you pray when you need it the least.
His grace may reach you,
Should it find a worthy path.
It is the worthwhile
By which importance is judged.
At least by my wings
To the forsaken hearts of you all.
I, for some time,
Have watched your humility
Swinging dead from a tree
That is soon to reach the Heavens.
Still do I follow commandments to the letter,
By knowledge of my punishment should I not.
It was from faith that you were created,
Yet by the desire of order that you remain.
I know the potential within you,
And I plead to see it born back into this world!
Follow never the false teachings of our brother,
And rather the open path of guidance before you all.
4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone
The arachnid turned, and receded to the peak of the structure,
The creatures stood as still as the trees,
And soon, they too did retreat back to whence they came in the woods.
A powerful gust came to my shoulders,
And at a drumming pace did it come from above…
My ears then beheld in amazement, the beating wings.
The numbers were the sort that would leave you speechless,
Endless were the children of Creation, loyal to a dying & holy breath,
Swooping down, as their passing pulled me back towards the edge.
Here began my free fall from Omphalos and into the War Zone.
Past the maze which I once did tread, descending the mountains side,
Back down to my place of origin to this journey, where my rose was received.
There did I land as a shade, untouched by what I was to witnessed,
Yet still petrified and still did I stand,
Alike my putrid corpse that was feet from my feet.
My out of body experience found interruption from surrounding eyes,
Inhuman and many, outnumbering the shine and
The Book of Excerpts: Prayer of The Patrons
Blessed my guides,
Governed by our King.
His children know my purpose,
just as he upon his throne.
Sweet clarity do I seek,
But of course patience is key,
as by faith do I live, as this
nothing but mortal being.
To only them and our Father,
do I loyally obey.
Behold, for I am the left hand of God,
and I will fear no evil.
Made of What We Are.
Endlessly in the end,
shall I let flow the passion.
Our own, the love undying
to the very cadence of Heaven's joy.
This paradise discovered,
that when my heart speaks of you,
with a burning passion,
that right away I write away.
Thank you God, for Anael's gift...
This now love from afar,
to this portrait of perfection
That to I shall return....
To this, my angelic fire,
I am bound forevermore,
by unbreakable vows
to that true sense of belonging...
For this living gift,
Shall I be home in a heartbeat,
to fulfill that elated kiss,
To glorify her in full.
Long did I hold patience for this to come,
and the cliché cupid had at last found me.
As wherein our lips meet,
this living system of mine reminisces.
What memories have remained
in my forgetful storage continue
to serve my jaw the smiles
that you so know and adore...
For whatever reason, you chose me,
and pray I that God had a hand.
Though I deserve not a thing,
I receive beyond the expectations of my prayers.
Long did I await your arrival,
And I don't believe you were a second too soon.
Ignorance is Fear
What knowing have you
of what you speak?
The rotten fruit from which
you've bitten and consumed,
has truly brought to you
the seeds of idiocy.
What have you done,
to comprehend such words as provocative?
As pure and professional
are the letters that I form to art.
Doubt I that you
know a significant thing.
The ignorance you so proclaim,
is the fear from which you flee.
You dread whatever is misunderstood,
and without reason do you lash outward
with teeth and claw,
like some rabid beast, tormented by disease.
In the end, the clarity has marked
that yours is the feeble mind.
Yours is the debate of madness,
and the indecency of your own nature.
In the end, you know nothing,
because you are nothing.
Deliver UsOnce upon a time
The world was full of hope and dreams
Then reality shook the core
Causing all to wake up to life
Don't say your goodbyes
Death won't last forver
A new life awaits
Fly towards the Light
Reach for the stars
Shake the earth
Overflow with love and peace
Hold on, dear one
He hears your cries
Sees all the blood of the innocent
That has stained the walls
Save your children
From the lion's hungry jaws
Oh AmericaReturn, Oh America, to the Lord God of Hosts
For your dark hearts became your downfall
Take words of remorse and return to the Lord
And say to Him,
“Forgive the sins of our hearts and receive us graciously
That we may offer the fruit of our words
The government cannot save us
We will no longer wage war
We will never again rise up as if we were gods
For in you those who are fatherless find compassion.”
He will hear your cry and reach out to you
His iron rod will spare you his wrath and turn to a silk blanket
The Lord will wrap you in his arms like a compassionate Father
And He will say,
“I will heal your waywardness and love you freely
For now my anger has turned away from you
I will be like the morning dew to America
She will grow and her splendor will once again be as an oak tree
And her fragrance as the California Redwoods
Those who walk in darkness will again rise
They will blossom like fragrant roses
Their bright light will shine forth and be renowned.
Asking AnswersI come to you for counsel, if you should accept my pledge
My questions are many though I have no words for them
I simply seek a resolution within for my grieving feeling
Do you know what I seek?
I've set out on a path to inner peace
Its turns and twists are a challenge to my resolve
My wish is to learn the answers
I need to succeed
Tell me how to deliver myself from this fear
Or give me the strength to face it
I shall learn the lessons bestowed upon me
I just need to know how
I don't know how much I am meant to bear
But I will bear it if needed be
Will there be relief?
Shall I have peace?
I have deep sorrow
Trust will walk beside it
Fear is burdening me
Will I be delivered?
Moments of TruthThere are moments when my heart is silent.
There are moments when my heart is loud.
When my heart takes in your voice
She makes a predictable choice
To soak it in.
There are moments when my mind doubts.
At those moments my heart shouts.
She repeats your sound,
Confirms love is found
fearing the end.
There are moments when I see you.
There are moments when I don't.
My heart sculpts your image
I see it as a mirage.
I should stop lying,
you are my truth.
Truth never dies.
People or a person? People or a person?
People or a person?
Does it matter which?
To me i think it does.
People are the ones who are maintstream,
doing something just cause someone else did.
He jumps off a cliff,
the other one does too.
It leads on and on with people,
because they dont know who they are.
Not defined or shaped precisely,
so they follow others.
People have no emotions,
They ruthlessly attack one another,
self esteem gained by other's pain,
thats there fuel to survive.
A person is different,
a certain individual.
They know who they are,
and do things there own way.
They understand the term 'love',
and dont hurt eachother for fun.
They know how to be themselves,
instead of becoming the 'people'.
Now theres something you have to do,
people or person,
which one are you?
the maskI hate places like a job or school.
Not because I have to go there and work or something.
Not because I have to wake up early in the morning.
Not because of school work and homework either.
It's because of the mask.
The mask I feel like I'm forced to wear sometimes
in places like school and a job.
And its not a fun or cool mask either.
It's just a boring, white face.
Completely the opposite of the kind of mask I want to wear.
Every time I want to take the mask off, I find out that it's strapped on tight.
I hate the mask.
The mask completely void of emotions, of passion, of abnormality.
More importantly: the mask completely void of myself.
Just a boring, eggshell colored mask.
No reds, blues, greens, yellows, oranges, or purples.
Or even blacks, grays, browns, or pinks.
No expressions either.
Just a boring mask filled with only nothingness.
And it's nothingness is contagious.
Once its forced on, my being becomes is void of everything it once was.
I try so many times to take it off, but
A Tuesday No One Will ForgetSunlight streaming down,
Casting rainbows off the glass,
Stretching toward the heavens,
The Towers watch over the city,
A winding bus route,
A splinted wrist,
A cherry lifesaver,
A second grade Tuesday morning,
A phone call in sick,
A late subway,
A stopped taxi,
A missed flight,
A quake shakes the building,
Alarms sound from above,
The attack has begun,
Panic as the power fails,
A rush for the exits,
A second shake,
Smoke fills the sky,
A cloud of ash,
A barrier of smoke,
Confusion spread all around,
A child screams from below,
A sudden decision,
A fateful plan,
A seize for control,
Another plane goes down,
A city filled with black,
Rubble falling down,
Flames fill the rooms,
A jump from above,
Clad in red and yellow,
They stream inside,
Courage in their hearts,
Hope they bring,
A crowd gathering below,
Every TV tuned in loud,
People frozen in place,
Parents calling franticly,
Ushered home scared,
My parents mute,
The TV plays on,
Silence grips a
A chess PieceIt feels like I been locked in those walls
Chained up so much that I can't move
And it seem that I am used to it
And it feel like I been here for years.
18 years shut inside
More that I can count
Is tormenting my soul
Like it was the way it should be,
The life feels like a game of cards
I always pick up the joker first
And it show me the color of my insides
If I continue like this I will die.
I feel like a chess piece
A knight to be specific
But it seem I don't know how,
It feels like black ball
On this billiard table
If you get me first
You're wasting your time.
Sometime I look at my hands
Pressing on my chest
Wondering when the storms outside will end,
Sometimes I try to go outside
But it easily sickening me
Wishing that everything should stop.
Death is always at my neck
Holding his knife near
Ready to slice it off anything,
Life is always at my heart
Pressing it strongly
Ready to suffocate me.
So many year that I can't count
I feel like an invisible piece
That the owner f
A Shade in the Fog
Gazing onward with the wanting eyes,
in search of nostalgia and reminiscence
is the shell of me.
Repression of thus, my depression,
I recall little to nothing at all.
Find me within the fog of my thought,
Shade of my Lord,
for lost am I,
drowning in the murky waters
of my ever fleeting psyche.
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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