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Tighten the blindfold as you plant mines in
the fields where flowers should go, and be picked.
Tread stumbling under a drunken veil as your rioting
nerves loot the last remnants of reason within you.
Allow your sanity to fall victim to the systematic madness,
that from day one grew within you.
Pity will be that rusted shovel to fills one of
the open graves that already inhabit that dreaded field.
The graves, merely open wholes from the former seats of mines,
from this song and dances history.
What more can be done, past the repetition of returning to square one,
fallen on a sword of false humility?
The con is no longer clothed in deception and stands
naked in one of those accursed graves.
Her voice is putrid, of a terrible act, diving off a devils
tongue shaped like a fork in the road.
Perhaps your final tears will sprout flowers over
the small patch of dirt, as I intend to leave none.
Running On Fumes
Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.
Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.
Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
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
Fading Flickering Faults
The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.
A Walk With the Poet- Canto I(Pilot)
Still and standing was I,
at the middle of my journey.
Lost between the right and the wrong.
Forgetful as to the actions that
brought me to such a place as this...
The outskirts of some abandon ruin,
External, the metropolis
from which I had come.
Above me the ruins stood,
looking down upon me...
Upon the desolation in my eyes
which did stare.
What amount of distraught came to me!
I knew no amount of control in this place.
An occurrence so similar to some sort of nightmare.
To what extent is this my current reality?
To what cause is the reason behind,
my presence within these shambles of a past.
At the entrance to my ears,
the blowing dust and ash...
calling me from all directions.
From the shadows did I hear the bellow of some beast...
And from my chest, the beat of my fearful heart...
Beating breath after breath from my dry mouth...
The growling carried on...
past the blowing dust and into my dreading ears,
And emerged the beast from the dust shrouded dark.
Its heads were three,
For The Love of Humanity
Come with me my Love,
To fly away from this pestilence of the spirit.
This burden upon our hearts.
These shackles that bind us must now break.
Take my hand now,
and run with me...
Run until we defy nature...
and take flight to the cosmos!
Away from this all!
Our enchanted delight will defy
whatever seeks to dominate!
I pray not for Death to take us away,
to lift us to God...
I pray for an abatement to our strain.
From this oppression that encumbers
Though we become stronger with each second,
the crushing weight is of all unwanted...
I refuse to be strung up and gutted,
like an animal for food...
By a beast lacking humanity!
Therefore, once more I rebel,
As is chosen so out of affection to my love,
And not childish infatuation...
I chose so for it is necessity...
and my vows are clear
and never to be questioned,
by just another fool of a human.
What more can I do?
What more can I do?
I've lost you, I've lost you.
The tides came in and took you,
Consumed you, and swallowed you whole.
The husk that returned,
It wasn't you, it wasn't you.
What is this fossil of a friend,
Changed, possessed before me?
I felt I could trust this husk once,
But you lied, but you lied.
No more than a fool,
More foolish than you, was I.
No more a man than a boy,
Filthy pig, filthy pig.
The tongue of a liar
Is forked for deception and hypocrisy.
You never listened, never heeded,
Poor fool, poor fool.
Whether right or wrong,
A friends consideration was I needed.
Yet the ocean spat you back out,
Foul taste, foul taste.
And returning meant little to you,
Wearing the cold rusted armor of apathy.
What more can I do?
I've lost you, I've lost you,
Find me again
when you've found yourself.
The Manual of The Corrupted
Make thee a blade of thy tongue,
the path before you is weary and black...
Cut a way through, and create a means from chaos.
Write the oath upon passing souls,
As then it may never washed...
Stricken from existence....
Just as your opposers shall soon be.
Make a pen of thy hands, to write new,
a history written in tainted blood.
Destroy whatever must now be obliterated...
Of Anarchy and discourse shall be the
reign of the so called justified powers.
Decimate all that you wish,
and rebuild as you please...
Make a madness of thy sanity,
The arrogant mind shall govern
the narcissistic ego,
and to its own, the former self,
shall be wiped with filth by such a demonic lust
Forget shall you ,all that is love.
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.
Her eyes scream fill in the _____.They said
she has starving
little poet fingers,
the heroic hearts
of nameless protagonists.
But, she cries
tears of Saturn
on too-little-sleep nights,
& coffee ringed mornings.
They call her vanilla.
much too ripe to fall
with freckles on her
Angels" Angels don't exist. "
I once said
Lost dreams, failed life
Lead me to desperation
All could see my grief
As the broken heart was dying
In this soul so dark
" I feel warm embracing touch. "
You were always with me
My eyes so blind, I couldn't see
My head full of voices, I couldn't hear
Constantly you offered help
Never let me alone, never forgotten
Your eyes saw my pain
" Look at me, Fallen Angel. "
I could finally feel your love
Reached towards your hand
So you could fly away with me
Two angels with lost souls
Let my dark, broken wings protect you
Your white, pure ones will never wither away
" Death Angel was with his Shattered Angel once again. "
Tired Of This PlaceEach scar is because of you.
You're the one to make my blood bloom.
The empty pain I feel inside,
foreshadows my deep demise.
I'm sick of crying,
I'm sorry for trying.
I should have ended when I was born,
then maybe no heart would be torn.
I wish my breath did not start,
and maybe even my heart.
Growing up is the hard part,
I really didn't want to start.
I wish it was easy to say goodbye,
so then maybe I could die.
Tortured SoulI have found myself somewhat careless
the way my mind softly whispers your name
how I now have to struggle to hold you in
my clenched teeth, your prison sentence
Failing, my mind conjures up false delusions
your presence, your brow furrowed in thought
your eyes testing my wit, jaw taught with want
for these precious moments of mine, you exist
Standing just steps from me, still unreachable
my own personal torture, yet I revel in it willingly
the distance between us, my unyielding bonds
feet glued to where they now tremble, my lashing
Such a silly mess, to fear one's own creation
my heart screaming your name in frantic beats
watery eyes fasten shut, until alone once more
though the spirit that is you still flows within me
I Am A...I am a survivor
Because I wish to survive.
I am a dreamer
Because dreams are my break from reality.
I am a lover
Because I yearn to love.
I am a seeker
Because I will seek for my joy.
I am an observer
Because I can observe my enemies,
and know the score.
I am a killer
Because I kill to save others.
I am a hunter
Because I will hunt for truth and lies.
I am a decider
Because I can decide if I can trust you.
I am a teacher
Because I teach the future.
I am a student
Because I still learn.
I am a fighter
Because I do not believe in surrender.
I am a hater
Because the world dispises my spirit
and wants to bring me down.
I am a rebel
Because when the world spits in my face,
I will spit back.
I am a leader
Because I refuse to break down.
I am a wise one
Because wise one's understand lies.
I am a child
Because I can still laugh at other's stupidity.
I am an adult
Because I can put up with you.
I am innocent
Because my heart throbs with ignorance.
I am robbed
Because I still feel the pain.
GravesDaddy, daddy, why are people oh so very cold
Why can't I have what they have, a teddy bear to hold
Something I can fall asleep on, somewhere i can stay
Some place where the roof above keeps us from skies so grey
Daddy, why can't we be one of those who have a home
Why were we the ones to walk the empty streets alone
Daddy, why won't anybody let us find a place
It is getting cold, I hate the look upon your face
Daddy, please don't fall upon the icy, frozen ground
Daddy, one day we will find a place, so safe and sound
Daddy, please don't die here, please, we'll find a place to stay
Daddy... please don't leave me here, just please don't die away.
Daddy, let me sit there as you know you can't be saved
Next to you as we both rest inside our lonely graves
Let us dream of somewhere warm and somewhere oh so sweet
Daddy, daddy, tell me.. why was everyone so mean?
I lived a lie
A stagnant moment it took to rise
for conflicts within, abstained my eyes
to divert from those slabs of stone.
A crime repeated, condemned, atoned.
Although such crimes are ripples of past,
such ripples, oh why you travel so fast?
Reminders of a crime repeated,
same words, same etches again mistreated.
Long ago intertwined with me;
was an essence of truth and serenity.
But Glad was I? No feelings did stir.
I cruelly stomped the love in her.
I ended a smile, I shattered a heart;
shred the web of love apart;
I swelled a tear in her forlorn eyes,
she closed those eyes, a sniff did rise.
A smile again, though very weak it was.
She bowed, and thanked, oh she hid the claws!
That tore at that poor soul, her soul did wear.
Stoned was I? Why did I not care?
To nurse and tend a flailing soul;
my judgment infected with pestilence deplore.
Repelled now by such sordid thoughts,
Will crying help? No! It will not!
I felt too, an ache of care, so now I
thrash through the ripples and scream out why!
Even when I'm at my weakest
I still lend you my strength
Even when my eyes are their darkest
I still look out for you the best way I can
I'm not the hero of the day
I just know what's right
I'm not some selfless saint
Someone has to bear the light
I don't expect any praise
All my deeds are of the same kind
I need not your thanks
No relief can fill this void in my life
No rest for the wicked / No love for the abandoned
No hope for the innocent / No pain for the departed
I'll give you my all / I'll rise while I fall
I'll answer your call / I'll serve until there's no pulse
I'm not looking for acknowledgment
Remember not my face
I don't consider labels an accomplishment
Forget to speak of my name
I will leave none a victim of relinquishment
You will not witness that pain
I'm merely here to cure the inhumane infections
For we are all one in the same
Even when all seems hopeless
I will come to turn the tides
Even when I'm left powerless
I will always be
Ashes to AshesAshes to ashes
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Tainted by lust
Man the mast
And sail the sea
Before you pay a hearty fee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Oh you must!
Play the mouse
And flee flee flee
Before the monster catches thee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Just give in
You've already been beat
Into the river
With your hopes and dreams
Out with hatred and misery
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust
I cant forget,
As I succumb to rust
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...
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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