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Stained, my face with sorrow,
wash it clean with a kiss on the morrow.
Embrace me not from afar,
And allow my soul to shine brighter than any star.
I swear to you that we are only stronger,
and hand in hand, we'll last through eternity and longer.
We fear the same occurences do we not my dear?
I dread the end of this blessing, but the future is unclear.
My darling, you need not worry of my intentions...
It is only the expected obstacles that bring tensions.
Wipe the worrisome tears from those beautiful eyes,
for it will never be our devoted passion that dies.
Calm your caring heart, as I am here to stay.
And away from my vows to you, I shall never stray.
Taken aback, never have I been so ashamed...
And lo by the brethren of my very faith!
Bestow upon them your grace,
sweet Heavens above,
For they realize not
the ignorance of their arrogance.
Forgive them my Lord, as I cannot...
Many attempts have I made
To make amends...
Yet they continue to abase and abash
Those whom can truly claim witness
to your infinite truth.
Their judgment should come from me not,
for I wish them to make their way
to the shores of the ocean of their making...
where they may drown within their asininity,
to which their ways now lead them,
Moths to a frenzied flame.
I fear I must now express
My views of us, your flock.
As I have so boldly expressed them
to my mistaken kin,
with only a hint of lended ears...
We are flawed O'Lord!
But of course, I mean no insult!
As I hold absolution to your greatest plan!
Yet I feel I must speak up,
And let my confessions pour out,
over my vile human tongue...
And I will do so out of faith...
These words, Father,
come both from fea
The Book of Excerpts: Re-Reformation
What is this delusion before me?
This dreadful illusion that I do now see?
I fear such terror from the powers that be...
Those angels above, those demons below.
The Horsemen to come reap and to sew.
I see the once powerful flock, now come so low.
God how I pray this to be but a phase,
To leave this to past and within a haze.
Bring us out of this horrid maze!
Your people stand divided, stumbling forward
To a future cloudy and grim, blinded yet onward.
Power drunken fools,ignorant to your true word.
Give me this life's chance to make due change,
To adjust and assist in this time so strange...
This time in which we must to our ways estrange.
Father, I swear to you, that with my power,
Until my last breath and final hour,
I will restore you and never once cower.
With so many that believe not,
Who never found the proof they ever sought,
I will do what I may, as if never have I fought.
The Immortal Regret.
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is forever gone.
Three In One
Brutal, the world in which I dwell,
unmatched by the realms of Hell so many.
Yet alone I tread not,
as I have arisen through Gaia,
Like many before me.
For every blade of grass pierces through,
with a unique edge,
and mine is the edge of ambition.
Vicious, my way, my method, my path...
and how atrocious is the judgment from all around?
To my ears the words of dull tongued fools,
prattling their paths to a demonic grasp.
I am no better than those like me,
and before me...but I tread the higher ground...
simply to avoid the filth below...
Unsurpassed in my arrogance...
Savage, the very applied intellect I hold so dear...
My senses have consumed all that I have acquired.
To no end is my barbaric distribution and absorption,
of knowledge, of mental prowess, and lack of true empathy...
I do acknowledge the functions of my fellow humans,
yet still am I above you all,
and beneath me shall you take many knees...
To destroy what is left of my humanity.
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.
The United Marionette
Eyes blind, and running in a direction unknown,
Oh what foolish pilgrimage has been chosen for us now?
All hail the way of conformity to the false prophets throne,
To the idolaters zealous fire do you march as you bow.
Forward you move, imploding and expanding simultaneously...
Rotting from within and denying your own flaws.
Changing your view and way so spontaneously!
Until even you do not understand what is your pathetic cause.
The philosophers in history say
that without conflict, can there be no progression...
And here and how, to your eyes is the cause of your delay...
Shall revolt catch your burning wagon with the hands of transgression?
Abandon ship and onto the burning bandwagon,angry and alone.
Division of the flock, oh what a weapon here and how!
No glory is the way to forsake the truth that you now disown!
Looking back at a forlorn forefather,with a nervous sweat on your brow.
The Book of Encounters: The Hooded Friend
The room was dark, yet ever slightly glowing with the pale gaze of the moon, peeping through the blinds on the hospital windows. David laid in his bed...looking up at the ceiling, tears began to ascend from beneath his eyes as he came to realize that this would be the last warm bed that his body would ever lay in...Though he looked forward to Heaven, he dreaded the fact that he wouldn't be able to say goodbye one last time or even see them.
He then looked up to the heart monitor, and then to the dim lights from the other side of the door to his room. He looked all over and around his last room. There was nothing to be seen or heard by David that would've brought him any sort of comfort. He was emotionally desolate...His eyes winced as he felt the urge to cough. The beads on his rosary gave languid clatter as he lifted his hand to his mouth. His lungs gave a wretched bellow, and he quickly lost control as blood found its way to his hand, painting the wooden rosary with
Only In Ink...With eyes like gold
That lure and glow
Full of secrets
I'll never know
With a voice so melodic
That drags me in
And an embrace so warming
My head starts to spin
With unfaltering grace
And a flawless stroll
And oh, those eyes
That bore into my soul
They pull me in
And I'm unable to think
How can I love someone
Who exists only in ink
Suicide.By Tom O'Daniel
The taste of victory taste the sweetest,
Yet feel of defeat is the worst,
The defeat is the newest,
I feel it's an upcoming curse.
Fighting for the answer,
But not knowing how,
To accept what's coming,
Or what am I feeling now.
I am feeling pain,
But somehow I'm numb,
Feeling acid rain,
I fear my life is done.
When you find my bones,
I will be long gone,
Laying in a hole,
I know it was wrong.
Goodbye to everyone,
Goodbye to me,
I wont see you next time you see the sun,
When I'm beneath the ground
Under six feet.
A word can say it all
but there are some subtle moments in life
that doesn't require it at all
Packed with love, you gift your daughter
your heart wants it to say, that you love her
She might take it with a sigh
or with a glitter in the eye
either way, you got the reply.
When the string of friendship gets a knot
it's hard to say what happens to the heart
you want to talk to her, you try to look at her
when she looks away, you get the answer
you are hurt, sad that you did something bad
A tight warm hug from your mother
tells what you have not what you had.
You and your brother get into a fight
you yell, shout, throw tantrums, run out of sight
you sit, weeping at a corner all through the night
when he comes and sits right next to you,
you know everything's alright.
You want to talk to him, you want to tell him
how you feel and how you have felt
he looks at you, gives a cute smile
that itself makes your heat melt
You wanna prove yourself, want to show who you a
Maybe TommorrowMaybe she'll notice me tomorrow.
Or maybe I'll stop waiting.
Maybe they'll prove that they actually care.
Or maybe I'll stop caring.
Maybe he'll forgive me tomorrow.
Or maybe I'll move on.
Maybe tomorrow I'll go through with it.
Or maybe not.
Maybe I'll decide to do nothing.
To stop worrying and pondering and hoping.
Maybe Tomorrow I'll...
A Killing Thought.Lost and lonely
In a chilling mind cave,
Lost in thought
From a killing brain wave.
Someone please save me
From this evil omen
That I like to call
It's taking over
And it's grabbing the gun,
This cant be real,
Please let me run.
I'm picking up the pieces of this mind,
Searching for a reason
To stay here and love,
To see and not be blind,
To not be a case of treason,
To not finally run
And hide above.
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?
This little girl.There once was a girl who cried murder,
she did this everywhere she went.
Her eyes could only see demons,
Screaming was how her days were spent.
Now this little girl she loved starving,
and in secret she took every pill.
This little girl she loved dancing,
dancing drunk drinking herself ill.
The little girl who cried murder was lonely,
so depressed and so discontent.
Do not get this wrong people like her,
But all her happiness has been spent.
This little girl thinks she's ugly,
she would be beautiful if she were thin.
she's to tall and big she cries to be tiny,
Going pale with a blade to her skin.
Now the girl who cried murder lost love.
Now she wishes she never fell in.
She tries and tries to get over it,
but she can't for see look where her heart has been.
Evil and horrid and putrid,
And murder and rape pain and love,
And hatred and blood loss and fainting.
with no more faith no more hope in above.
This little girl though of death smiling.
Murder murder she was left with their scream
Beautiful EyesThey speak to me, spilling your secrets, opening your soul.
There's nothing you can hide in your beautiful eyes,
As golden and magical as the morning sunrise.
They're a kaleidoscope of emotion.
Whispers of unwritten stories in each little fleck of green,
Murmuring tales of broken hearts, visits to the between.
The depth of your pain, your albatross
Spins in those eyes, plunging down, down, fathomless;
Yet, they sparkle at a distance, boundless, fearless.
I drown in those eyes, listening eagerly to the stories.
I am lost in your ageless soul...
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...
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