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Deserving of Nothing
My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.
Until Eternity's End.
You before me, angelic, this vision.
Why do dark tears fall
from those brown eyes, so beautiful?
Why does your face shy from my eyes,
and shroud itself with the hair,
through which I run my fingers?
For what reason, to what cause,
do your limbs tremble in my absence,
and discover tensity in my presence?
Good God, use your lips,
before mine reach them,
as your silence gives consent.
Speak the mind which fascinates my ears,
Spill out the heart that grips tight to my soul.
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
I wish to love you more than you could comprehend,
and purge every trace of affliction...
Bare the soul that mi
I met a man today...
his eyes were tired,
and he seemed lost.
How I wanted to help him,
How his eyes stared off into space,
How his affliction shouted to me...
He spoke out, and the words tore at me,
and as he spoke, so we began,
repeating his words, of the why & how.
Our eyes met, and silence became us.
my heart pounded, as he breathed heavily,
tears fell...out of anger...out of fear...
I met a man today,
his voice was low and solemn...
this man in the mirror.
And what if for you I built a garden?
In there where we would know a private freedom,
The priceless peace without end,
And a patch of Heaven to cover the bruises of time.
There you would find all your dreams of us,
And then more to add as we go along,
Skimming carelessly over the grass…
Free without shame, hand in hand in love.
And what if I grew for you the flowers of all your favorite colors?
Blossomed and alive, their scent filling the air…
I would create a beating heart in its center,
A pond of warm stone, and a fountain to give it life.
I would lay with you in a hammock beneath the shade,
holding close the love that is my ow
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
5. The End is No End
Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon
The End of the Tunnel
Should I awaken from this nightmare,
A smile would find me.
Lonesome is my winter,
Cold with no heat to spare.
My realm dispairs in the freezing wind,
And I am without shelter in my journey.
Until my eyes open to the sun,
Until my feet meet a warm grass.
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is nothing more than a painting
A Shade in the Fog
Gazing onward with the wanting eyes,
in search of nostalgia and reminiscence
is the shell of me.
Repression of thus, my depression,
I recall little to nothing at all.
Find me within the fog of my thought,
Shade of my Lord,
for lost am I,
drowning in the murky waters
of my ever fleeting psyche.
Free Spirit Fail Safe
Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.
Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.
What a sight as I close my eyes,
Late at night when energy dies.
Taken to flight my psyche then flies.
Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.
Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies
The withered flowers ashen and in bloom
Be my soul
Sons and Daughters of The Revolution
A Hierarchy lost in translation,
laid out before us, but so forgotten.
Lord forgive us our folly,
Such great division,
for reasons many.
To my human eyes,
the scorching history,
wayward amid all anarchy.
Fractions to masses,
to lead and wage war.
The eternal struggle,
to which we are oblivious,
but so highly involved.
Lord forgive me,
as I fear my efforts are in vain.
The Changing Tide
The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.
Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.
The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my
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.
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 mountain
My dreams, no matter how vivid,
Dissipate as that second arrives,
That my eyes are opened.
At my wake, do dreams die,
Die and bury themselves,
Beneath the goals they form.
No control is had over me,
Merely influence is it,
That encompasses my soul.
And there at the muddy,
bloody feet beneath my aching legs,
Is the starting line of efforts drawn.
Here is where the beginning is that
which leads never to an end,
as my soul, in all its toils, shall ever be loyal.
What is faith, aside from assuming,
Presuming my future and fate
are unpredictable to say the least.
Lead on, by the dashed line in my road.
Though my wake is where dreams d
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
The Ever Burning Chariot
The terms of defilement pour outward from your pathetic lips,
as the Word is manipulated to feed your pointless hatred.
Blasphemous contradictions have made their way,
unto the already tainted culture of your so called
You must find conformity within
a worthless crusade of minor and silly causes.
In the end, your message holds no value...
there is no moral or purpose...in your psychological indecency.
As only the pictures by time will bring you up...
and you shall be made example of....
To what hopeless cause is your discourse of unjustified ignorance?!
God forbid you actually take to heart the very wor
We are the ones whose hearts are bound.
We are the ones who control the fate.
Our love is our own.
So what obstacle thinks itself
anything close to a challenge?
Distance nor time, the inevitable
so called provocations!
Neither were those to affect us!
They were flies to be brushed away.
What say the living hindrances
before us, in our eternal love!
What is ours is never to be shared
Beyond the two of us...
For our souls, our hearts, and our minds.
Are forever our own.
Breath I, in the breaths of fresh air
a green plain of grass,
with trees and flowers,
plants of all kinds...
Gentle stones, with moss for my
head to rest upon...
My eyes shut, and my sense of feeling
becomes more lively than ever before...
Through my hair and over my skin,
comes a soft spring wind,
A gust of peace,
to blow away the troubles
from my mind...
My flesh then feels the hands
of an angel, brushing over me
to kiss my naked lips
and a voice pushes air into my ears,
air that speaks the words
"I love you..."
My eyes open, and to my heart,
a joy rushes from my veins.
For it is her...
Fair & beautif
As it wears on,
time will let down a blanket,
a silhouette of silence over this.
We shall know one another no more,
and our bond shall be severed.
This too shall come to pass,
Should you take heart to the harlot,
For there lies a fine line,
between love and infatuation.
Yours is but a childish lust,
one that begs for spontaneity!
You see him as a book do you not?
Reading him, page by page
until you reach the end...
Tossing him to to and fro
in the meanwhile as you please.
Friend, I beg thee open thy eyes,
To this wishful whore of Babylon.
In her wretched heart lie the lies
of the over-rated over dramatic fiend.
Do you not
A Different Breed
I live through it,
The endless struggle and strife.
A sinner, living in shame and regret,
Though slowly adapting to
My nature, so close to evil.
Numerous times have I made
attempts at change,
and only so much progress
has been made...
Through and again,
Deep down in the way back
of my bleak memory...
I have seen that love and faith
have been my closest salvation.
The greatest of catalysts to my soul.
Yet still have I struggled,
My tongue has lied,and my flesh has lusted...
My mind is malevolent,just as my heart
I have found some amount of peace,
still yet am I scarred and haunted...
By the ghosts of my s
What I give to you, is the utmost
perfection of my creating...
A master piece...
to a couple, between them, in love...
As it was the Will of our Father,
So was it done with joy and fore thought...
Know that I found genuine pleasure in molding
such felling... betwixt you both...
Prayers to you now,
for you shall know both tests and blessings...
You shall know the ways of ecstasy & excitement,
Yet others of your species shall envy you,
they shall lust after you, and attempt
at tearing you apart...
Know that we are watching, and
we will show no bounds to protecting you!
Tis my gift that you both share together.
Love one anothe
That Elated Kiss
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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