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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
Restless Nights in the Subconscious Wonderland
I prefer the shorter days
Caught in a daze, or lost in some dream.
In the sleepless world of slumber,
Where my subconscious plays roulette with ideas,
Shooting them point blank
into my suspended psyche...
Over the edge and into the deep end,
To find the abnormal of my being
from where my beliefs
sprout their way from spirits.
And through this too,
do I enjoy or suffer...
As never have I found rest within my dreams.
of meaningless cause is the disdain of discord.
As my dreams and nightmares are forever slaves to chance,
and the cracking whip engages them as I close my eyes.
I am forever reminded of the War between angels and demons
For they are resembled by the pleasant and horrid.
I never know the plots...
The endings are hardly ever seen,
and my memory is left in shambles.
Opened, my eyes return my to reality,
and bid thee farewell for now,
I do to my world of restless slumber.
Things to Take on an Acid Trip
Several matches for each plot of land in a phase of suicidal tendency, and perhaps gasoline for the sake of a better show.Glasses can be for the brightest lights on the older towers before implode and fade into dust, leaving themselves in clocks to in & around time, disintegrate. A topless thinking cap, for the open mind required by a chore of listening to raving schizophrenics that may have a point or two, depending on the voice whose behalf they speak on.
A vacation round the world in matters of time and variety, in store for our future, so I encourage all to pack accordingly. It is only a vacation in that you will deviant from what you think you know.
An old paper fan for the heated debates of distractions and attractions. Different eyes for every sight to behold so as to spice the convolution. Grenades to open letters from loved ones and old friends. Magnets to toss deep into clouds for purposes of entertainment. Gargoyles for the nightmares outside every wall you've built up. Sand
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.
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...
That Elated Kiss
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.
So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the trough.
Above Heaven watches,
restricted by the local law
to keep the peace...
nothing is ever done,
but to keep the balance.
Fallen From On High
Embrace sweet calamity,
The darkness which engulfs you now.
Apollyon, of that intrepid verse,
Now awaits, drooling with a gaping mouth.
Of temptation, the liars tongue,
Striking up the deals that bring you only to ruin
Just below, Tartarus waits for you...
And the patient welcoming shall be of no surprise.
Embrace now, bitter calamity...
The retribution that has longed for thy touch.
The clustered storm, prolonged, procrastinated,
hovers over to knock you down.
The portal, that vortex, to plunge you down.
Have you to own, no peace...
only what is allowed to your filthy hands...
Where lies our summers warmth
Too deep to make the cut...
Thus questions lacking answers even decent...
Unworthy to our ears...
The actions, and lack there of...
there they lie, for the record
Before us, the tombstone
Made up of page after page.
For the wish of personal gain
As from above, God weeps.
The grass was of greed...
The dirt of lead and uranium
The sky wept blood,
Washing clean the crusted oil
From the eroded stone.
"His weeping calls to us"
Said I, to the ignoring ears surrounding.
To busy were they lamenting
Over the grave now shifting
As poured down a hard wrath of Heaven.
Forgive me, this tangent,
As the summers warmth has gone from me...
Making me cold with a hatred so bitter.
Understand you, the will of your ways
Oh holders of power and ability?
It is of them which I speak,
It is of their impious folly
About which I rant on without rhyme.
Do your simple minds comprehend?
Or is the grass too high for my voice to reach?
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
We stood at the altar
In the fresh aesthetics of spring
You took my hand in yours
And slid on that fateful ring
I wore a fair dress
Clothed in a flurry of white
The poison smile
On my wedding, the only blight
So beautiful it was
My dress stained red
Our passion unbidden
I took off your head
We promised love
Till death do us part
And it shall
For your head, take my heart
My dear, my darling
Forget me not
Honor our righteous vows
And love me till I rot
We vowed forever
Let my love
Bury us together
TruthDon't start things you can't finish.
Fair play is the name of the game.
Toying with emotions for the sake of a thrill.
Honestly - the only way to come.
One moment can change things forever.
Realize all that is involved ---
Body and soul, heart and mind.
Some thought before you take the action - all that is asked.
Bringing more pleasure, less pain
Truths payoff - what is meant to be.
No more skeletons to cram in your closet.
Lies breed lies - don't waste your time.
Truth will take you farther than you ever imagined.
I watch them watch youPeople look at you and have no idea
The things you have seen, the hell
It's because you smile through it all
And they want the smile to be for them
I laugh as they try to get your attention
Stumbling over the lie they just invented
Hounding you from your car to the door
You politely smile, and offer warm thanks
They don't see it though how it hurts so
Never knowing their words destroy you
Words meant to flatter, defeat instead
It's not their fault, they don't know you
They don't know your heart is his alone
They don't know how he saved your life
They adore you from where they stand
But the you inside, hates to be adored
I can see it in your sad eyes, the disdain
These are not the men you want to see
And every second he is not here with you
You crumble, you stumble, you lose it
I'm the pathetic friend?Do not think of me
As the pathetic friend,
As the worthless one -
Without a happy end.
Don't you dare belittle me.
Today, I have had enough;
I snapped and I shot back
To show you I've had it tough.
Do you think you are better?
Better and smarter than us all?
Wait, as I'm coming for you,
We'll see who takes the fall.
CreedDo not tremble when you speak his name.
Do not grasp at crumbs like a starving stray.
Do not be fazed by the weepies.
If you allow others in,
Do not allow them to be harmed by your darkness.
Do not forget you are not the only you.
Be stronger than the ones who came before.
Stand on your own.
Stare down adversity and triumph.
Do not fear vanishing.
Do not seek to disappear.
If you cry,
Remember to wash tears away and smile.
Even when you are alone,
Seek the strength to persevere.
Do not give in.
Do not give up.
Accept things with grace and dignity-
Never accept defeat.
Fight until you win,
Even when it hurts.
Even when it means you'll disappear,
Never ever end this life of Ours.
TrappedI feel trapped like a bug in amber,
Trapped like a bird in a cage.
I never wanted to be here,
So turned around at my age.
I thought I'd be somewhere lovely
Where the sun shines and the rain pours.
Not here in the middle of nothing and nowhere,
Here I can't feel anymore.
I feel so lost in the woods,
So lost to myself.
I never wanted any of this.
Like a child, my world's on a high shelf.
I thought I would be there with it.
In it things would happen; would exist.
Not like this with no-one and no way.
My world is like smoke in a fist.
Ignorance Is BlissHow I envy fools
Those born without the
Eyes to see the darkness; the
Ears to hear the lies; the
Skin to feel the chafing cold; the
Sense to realize:
There's darkness all around us,
Lecherous and black.
We lead a meaningless existence.
Bitter, I turn back.
How I envy fools
Living life, never knowing
The storm on the horizon;
Her clouds fill up the skies.
They do not see the warnings,
Nor hear the gentle "sigh"
Of the wind that's brewing.
They do not feel the rain.
Their never-knowing state
Is all that keeps them sane.
How I envy fools
They know nothing of pain
Will they ever find it,
The truth that I now know?
The sky is torn with violent light
The stormy gales blow.
The tempest is upon us,
But still their eyes are blind.
The lucky fools will never know
We are all
Enraptured By Blessing
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
Flashbacks, and the constant gaze,
As it was then I did not know,
The truth of the beat
of my once cold heart.
The thirst I beheld,
to behold the holding
of my attention,
of an enraptured obsession.
Pure, so true, by definition,
Defying the rules laid down by conformity,
spitting back into its face
the requisites of ungratefulness
hindered by the lack of sight.
Yet I saw the blessings
Wrapped with bows
In a marathon to my eyes,
Unscathed by bumps in the road,
Unharmed by my jagged edges...
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
the constant gaze and visual marathon,
Set me free, this God given blessing...
My once cold heart
is now and forever set aflame
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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