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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.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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...
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.
The Wishing Well
The blank stare of my eyes
Gazed deep into and far,
a seductive wishing well.
Prolific to say this the least,
The weapons of choice
and words of persuasion.
They came up from the pit,
Finding my pathetic gaze,
Tempting by sweet songs.
I found my feet standing in a dusty lake,
the cold waves striking in tempo,
to and fro...back and forth...
In brief intervals were my feet
devoured by the ashy waters of
a dusty lake in a land unknown to me.
At the horizon I found a gray sun,
behind the smoke stacks,
where screams echoed like in a well.
A well for wishing for better well being,
so typical, for I, the wishful thinker,
to meet this wished for Hell.
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!
Keep on DreamingThere are dreams in this world
Dreams of anything and everyone
Dreams are more than we believe
More than we actually dream
With a bit of faith
Dreams can become reality
Dream on, keep dreaming
You never know where those dreams may go.
Dreams change the world
Dreams can do anything
Dreams created the world
As everything that ever is, or was,
Began with a dream.
Keep on dreaming~
The Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?
She made him smile on his worst days,
She stayed up to talk to him every night.
He made mistakes but she forgave him always,
He ignored her - he knew that wasn't right.
He didn't care, took her love for granted;
He expected her to always just be there.
She liked him but she wasn't what he wanted,
He dated other girls, she tried not to care.
Finally, she left, didn't want to wait forever
She found a better guy who liked her too.
This guy saw her potential, he adored her;
His intentions with her were honest and true.
Seeing them together made him realize something:
Without her, he was stuck in a lonely world.
All he had left was the memory of her leaving,
He had lost out on one amazing, special girl.
When society fallsAs we watch
This society fall
Let us all remember
What we were fighting for
Freedom from oppression
Safety from suppression
To fight without a cause
Isn't to really fight at all
We may think we rule the world
But really the world rules us all
MirrorWho am I?
Who are you?
Deep down, who is anyone, really?
People talk about finding their true identity, finding themselves, but in reality, we just find the disguise that we're most comfortable with. The person we find easiest to act.
Shakespeare once said "All The World's A Stage"
And he was 100% right.
The whole world is a set, which we play on. We act out life without ever truly living.
Now, I don't know what living is,
Or how to find "yourself"
But I do know that the only way we could ever discover our identity
Is if we lived completely isolated
Without ever interacting with civilisation
If we never knew friends
If we had never been influenced by society.
If you had never even laid eyes on another human being
Only then, can you find out what you are.
Call me pessimistic, or anything equivalent,
But "who we are"
Is simply a reflection of who we were raised to be.
Say you willSay you will follow me.
Say you will stand by my side.
Watch for my
In the sands
Say you will care.
Say you will always be there.
When I leave
I'll leave no regrets.
Come with me
To the end of the world.
Say you will understand.
Say you are okay.
I love you.
So don't judge me
When I have
To leave so soon.
Say you will come with me.
Say you will never leave.
How I loved you
How I lived
And how I was here.
Say it's okay.
Say you won't cry when I'm gone.
When I'm gone,
I won't be gone forever.
I'll live on in your heart,
And your memories.
Say you love me.
Say you will never forget me.
Can I Place My FaithCan I place my faith,
in this chair when I sit?
Can I place my faith,
and relax in it?
Can I trust in the sun?
Can I trust in the moon?
Can I depend on daylight to shine?
Can I trust the moon to glow?
If I go to the stop at the corner,
will the bus eventually come?
If I go to the bank,
will my money still be there?
Will the grocery store always be full?
Will Wal-Mart’s prices always be low?
Can I have faith in nature?
Can I put any trust in the world?
If people make a promise,
can I rely on them to keep their word?
I put faith in nature and the world.
I trust people at their word.
I put my faith in things from the world.
What about the One in heaven?
Can I have faith in God above?
Can I trust in His love?
Can I depend on the Lord of hosts?
Can I believe He is close?
Can I go to church and trust in Him?
Can I trust He’ll hear, even when my voice is thin?
Can I believe God is there?
Can I trust He heard my prayer?
Do I believe God rises the sun?
Is He there when I am
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!"
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