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Sprinting Towards Demise
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
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
Take Me Away
Ever so prolonged the end,
From which Death had remained hidden.
Desired by disdainful causes
To no eye but the two of my own,
Have I seen the indentations of
pounded in the nails of the coffin
That within, my heart shall one day reside.
Soon cannot come soon enough,
And my patience hangs dead
From the tree of this souls
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.
By Death and a prayer,
Through my tongue
A burning blade into
The hearts of many.
You know me not
But a name and a rumor.
Yes, to the will and way
By which I attempt to live.
Human am I, yet ever so strange.
Far gone, and close to madness
But still am I sane
By Death and a prayer.
Hear them, those voices in mind.
Heed them, those ideas they speak
I have felt the hands of those voices, in the wake of my choices.
I have heard them laughing at me in my shambled mind.
Those voices are not mine,
Nor were they ever...
I was not born with them,
But they came to me in weakness.
Attracted to the scent of my flawed being,
the aura of my imperfection.
The voices of, my rotten conscious,
Overtaken by shame and regret.
I have heard them screaming
at me in my shackled mind...
Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.
Find your common ground of shedding blood
In the far lands of Else Where,
For here is not the place where bodies should
Fall just short of their own sweat and tears.
It is fear that is the beast you so portray,
And an agenda so immorally laced with false teachings.
Here lies the home, once ancient and grown,
Now rubble in the growing pile
Of humanities excrement.
Its epitaph shall read nothing,
For no words can be written
by the lack of knowledge per this land....
Look your land in its dying eyes,
Listen to its final breaths...
The billowing sands that blow
Erosion into its elderly face.
make your way to the place in which you slumber,
And allow your mind to bestow upon you
Nightmares that bring you to regret your chosen ways of sin,
and method of self-destruction.
Taken by so full of self,
The rotten husk now lies
Half buried in a partially cremated state...
Still a home for its dying cells
The soon to be carcass,
Awaiting the bills of hovering vultures
Hand Cannon Overkill
The charismatic recluse
with a loner's philosophy.
Birds of a feather,
the punishments that I endure,
I cannot work beneath
The know-nothing status
in the search for myself
Goes on with trial & error...
All in all, I am merely awaiting
my own return.
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.
I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
I exiled you from my veins
You will never affect me again
Take with you the very worst of me
I will no longer be a part of thee!
Too long have my eyes been closed
So many years have passed in vain
I couldn't let the road ahead get any worse
I'm no longer a victim of your taint
I dwell no more- in those old woes
Though I regret the pain I allowed myself to sustain
Mirrors don't snare / Family doesn't glare
This hope I bear / I've made it here
Cleansed my spirit away / Allowed scars to fade
Embraced the change / Unlocked the cage
My dreams no longer weep
The nightmares refuse to reimmerse
I can move forward if I really believe
I was able to get passed the hurt
'cause I forgave myself for being weak
I am not drowning myself anymore!
Deemed my recovered soul worthy
I accepted the gift of clarity
Today- I am alive
Watch me rise!
The Vampires' PrayerDear Heavenly Father,
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
My hands have been lazy, my tongue has fouled many hearts and minds, my eyes have given into fleshly desires, my lips have touched sacred essences that were never meant to be mine, and my teeth have torn greedily into gifts that I have taken for granted. I thank you for your incomparable mercy and understanding, and beg for you, my Father, to wash me clean of my sins and debts with your own flesh and blood of your one and only son Jesus Christ, and to fill me with the Holy Spirit so as to be guided in your amazing plans.
I know now that you understand the pains, you know there will truly be no rest for us and the wicked until the day we are to go back to the realms we came from.
Father, I reside in the dark...and your light is shining within me. I am a misfit among the wicked...a hybrid...a gentle monster...and it's you who has claimed me as your own. Through you, I can be free to be who I am, what I am, with no regrets or
Sensitivity’s roots catch me by the neck
Crawling till it reaches my head
Drowning me in the sea of negativity
Making me breathless
As it binds me in chains as I swim free
As if forever I was bound
Never breathing like a living corpse
Trying to do life’s ways
The key to my living soul is out of reach
It appears as sudden as it disappears
It’s called the key of free will
Sometimes it’s in the hands of the self-indulging fool
Who keeps a barricaded wall-like cage
to protect himself
To keep me from reaching it…
From time to time I break free from this
Yet sometimes it catches me
Appearing out of nowhere
Like freedom is not free without hard labor…
You may say you love me
But you never let me see
When i look away
You will never stay
Your heart is always on the move
Your love is so untrue
Then finally with a sigh
I will say goodbye
HeavenHeaven is were God is.
Were the streets are Gold
Were Every Angel sings
Were every Angel breaths
Were Every street is felt with love
Were there is no pollution
Were there is no bullies
Were there is no poverty
There is no hurt
And no Satan
This is what heaven is like
This is what heaven will always be like
This is what we christians should be looking forward to
This is what we should want for other people
But Why are some of us so selfish
You CAN spread the word.
That is one of your gifts you can do it
you just have to find it deep inside you.
Dying SlowlyHe sat by the bus stop and waited so
Patiently, for her to come and greet him.
She didn’t take long to walk down the street,
But did not notice him waiting for her.
He saw her walk up and sit beside him,
Unaware that he sat waiting for her.
He cleared his throat and he shuffled his feet,
Hoping that she would notice him, but no!
She did not see him there, and how could she?
Had he not passed away, so silently?
Dark death had struck, and his white soul was gone;
Now only his lonely ghost wandered on.
She had heard the sad news the previous day,
But it had not registered in her mind.
Numb to the pain and an alien to grief,
She just kept going on the firm belief
That cruel death was not all that far from her.
If only she had known how wrong she was,
It would have broken her almost-dead heart.
But for now she just kept on believing.
What choice did she have but to believe in
This dream? For only through her faith in death
Could she find reason for that black feeling
That can only be
Still Waters Beyond the Storm
It is above and beyond
the realm where soar the children
of my ever undying Lord.
My mind is forever enraptured
by the very thoughts...
the concepts that are so limitless.
God what glory is to be beheld!
Lead me by still waters my Lord,
Beyond the storms of this wretched world.
Pray I that my intrigue
is never felt as a thorn in Heaven's walls,
as my only wish bring true wisdom home.
Thou art my God,
ascended and surrounding,
forever the greatest of praise goes to you.
From my lips come prayer,
From my hands comes worship,
From my heart comes faith.
Channel my voice through, O'abounding angels!
Though my thoughts often plague me,
I make attempts to please you all that I can.
As it was once said,
"I shall fear no storm,
for I am learning to sail my ship!"
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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