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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.
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.
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...
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.
With A Burning Passion
The best in me is brought forth by your name in mind
and such feeling brings upon a kindness so keen,
Imperfect as we may be, we may stride,
hands held and lips embraced at every stop.
The future ahead expands, clouded,
Yet illuminated by such passion.
Be it infatuation that we feel,
then be it justified by a Loving Lord.
And in case such love is to soon born,
and too swift in developing,
may it be known that the matter at hand
is that it is real and it grows
quicker than time transcends the human psyche.
O'Angels on high, I beseech you to smile upon this love,
for it is invigorated by this first love of mine,
For that which is God my master.
Beautiful in every sense is she,
my love is swiftly but surely growing,
A human heart cannot contain such a thing
as what is being molded within me.
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.
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
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...
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
I don't care if you don't believe me,
it is normal for these tears to roll down my face,
it is common for my eyes to be puffy and red,
it is tradition that my lips do not smile,
it is natural that I've lost all interest,
it is always the same that my heart will never be at rest...
it is average for my body to slouch,
it is typical that my head hangs and pouts,
it is popular for me to say "I'm fine",
it is odd for you to say I am lying.
I promise you I am,
No way do I let you get to me,
no way do you affect me,
(no...I'm not okay...)
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?
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.
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.
These FlamesI find, the flames attractive
As I watch this city burn away
So close, I almost had it
I lost it all when I turned away
My heart is full of broken dreams
Shattered hopes and memories
Everything that causes pain
Like a drop of acidic rain
The wind blows and it carries with it
Whispered words and the sorrows hidden
Sanctuary among the ashes
But the arson has one more match lit
And I find, the flames attractive
As I watch this city burn away
Was so close, I almost had it
I lost it all when you turned away
I regret every single moment
Without you with your hand in mine
I regret never even knowing
You loved me the entire time
And I find, these flames attractive
Burning brightly, shining in your eyes
I'm right here, and I finally have you
And from the ashes we'll rebuild our lives...
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
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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