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The Martyr and The Great Blue Sky
He stood out amongst the crowd...His skin bared the marks of torture and abuse...yet his eyes were void of apathy. His voice raised itself like a blade on the battlefield, or a gun to the draw.
"Make your threats worth my while," he said, "lest you stick to the cowardly sniper on your tongues of burdensome intolerance!" What reason he had! And purpose beat through his heart and out through his voice! "As we are merely the left hand of God, and we shall fear evil of no breed!" He feared not a physical death as his integrity armored his very soul, just as his faith guided his once mislead hand now wielding the very word of God. By no means was martyrdom to be held back from him in death.
His feet were bloodied and felt the pain of a trillion steps at once...but he himself felt nothing---nothing but the glory clutched to his name.
"Your actions will mean naught but to seal your own damnation! And my lungs will work a laughter to the sight of your self-demise. Such hypocrisy lies in the ir
The Mask Of Arrogance
Making your silly world up as you go along
Keep on in this trek on the chosen path,
And increase my hopes of your self-defeat.
Let the pressure of my truth
crush you beneath its weight.
The Devil's indignation is strong
in the midst of one such as your name.
Please and never believe yourself
a contribution to the future's good
When yours is an age old sort of pestilence
To which my efforts contribute to killing
I envision what truth lies rotted behind your pitiful mask
That image is ever burned in my mind,
like the bridges between us.
What method of humility do you prefer,
Of such a decimation to the mind of a fool.
So desolate of proper thought,
that wind blows from ear to ear.
Wind in a cold void that remains
to be seen through cloudy eyes,
Blind to the mirror's reflection.
You deserve absolutely nothing from this existence
Therefore you shall receive it.
By Hatred My Ode
The largest thorn of the thicket comes constant to my side...
My attempts to remove have only placed in through my hand.
My prayers are weakened as I am bound by pain.
By hatred my ode to you, is but a psalm to them all...
All whom can relate...all whom can hate.
Find me, my grace! Lest you hide from my dark passenger,
The horned monkey on my back...
Be it that my words climb and crawl from dark crevices
They come only to be held at bay.
My words howl for action.
Yet my threats are empty until I fulfill them.
It is the although and now that make them into promises.
Come close so I may place one of your thorns in your brittle veins,
Allow me to play my hand just once and bring you to agony.
Your life will never be mine, but you will know my hatred of you.
To the Borders of Cynicism
Mindful of the outcomes,
Truth be told, I've been so bold
As to say the things I've never meant...
A thought process that takes a constant inside look
to the outlines of the underlying facts,
That all else seems to avoid.
Better left alone the curiosities that I so pursue,
bending balance against what
little will it's been given.
These borders provide such a limitless amount
of what I am not to ever know,
like severing the tight rope that holds all of this together.
As if arrogance is what drives me away from naivety,
pride away from ignorance and
deeply into a much darker realm of fear.
The point of know return, deep in a cold hole which
I've dug for years of my existence,
where cynicism becomes my dim lit grave of irony.
A Stubborn Faith and Warped Insomnia
I can watch the sun rise,and a weeping moon fall.
Not caring in the slightest with passing seconds
in and out of the narrow span of my damaged attention.
Mine are the eyes that will close but hardly sleep
with my dreams whilst they are so abusive in their relationship.
My dreams are awake and warped, and I shall die and die again.
Why is it that I care so little, that apathy replaces
the voids of open wounds? These are but leeches on my Light,
as I become lost with Virgil and Dante.
Hunger sets in from a skipped feast, past an ignored sleep cycle.
A fable becomes my story to be a lesson learned to children
of a lesser future where apathy is the life blood of the world.
Here I will watch with reluctance, the falling moon and rising sun,
night after night, alone with my Light until
one day some day, I live again and again.
2. Battery Low
Where else is there to turn,
When your own blood and flesh
are against you?
In the time when one must learn
to grow from being just another
pawn to just another cog.
In an existence of corrupted control,
where each monkey is too
often a slave to another.
Grown and flowing with
a virus of such hate,
the heated emotion has spread
over like the flames within itself.
The waves have come and gone
in this hellish marathon,
over turning almost every effort of advance.
So where else to turn
other than to the bones
that carry the burden of this virus?
How pitiful that the wingless apes
turn on one another rather
than relying on each other.
The foundation, covered like an
inside out tree trunk,
bearing the rings of weary age,
made thin for a coming layer of time.
This pathetic life laid out
across a once perfect foundation,
cut down, cracked and eroded.
Held up with shaky hands
and weak knees by
the exhausted machine,
It's screams are mute through
the blotted out voices of the people,
The very c
Deep in the Heart of Me
The only time I'll ever lie is when I say I've lied before.
The only time I'll ever cheat is when it's at our own little games.
The only time I'll ever hate something to do with you is at the times that I can't see or be with you.
Even in death, I'd never leave your side,
just like in life where we've been inseparable.
No words nor acts will hold off our hearts, never on my watch.
The only time I'll ever leave is when you tell me go away,
The only time I'll ever cry is when our connection shares the tears,
The only time I'll ever walk away is when it's to bring you back a bigger heart of mine.
This horizon you've brought to my eyes is unlike I've ever seen.
Such a light to brighten up my path once dark
where I was lost and here hand in hand I've been found.
The only time I'll ever grow tired is when you've been in pain for far too long.
The only time I'll ever worry is when I cannot do a thing.
The only time I'll ever grow old is when I'm not with you.
No rhyme, no reason, but plenty t
Drawing Blank Pages in the Script
Patience drowns in the blank spots
Where the answers should lie.
The humid tide breaks over his brow,
His eyes shut and lock.
The crows feet perch just outside,
On the rim of the now overflowing wells.
The violent tremble echoes in his heart,
Seizing the moment of thoughtful entanglement.
Never a single thought at one time
to hold the spotlight in mind.
War waged, the clarity comes and goes,
In a tortured mind of without peace.
The echoes grow louder with resistant acts,
And the violent tremble becomes the explosive outburst.
The shame is born into a temporary
Yet prolonged existence, until its end.
The cycle comes back full circle...
And the blanks are once again without answers.
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 me this journey.
Without haste or hesitation, I spoke with my voice high,
"You said to not fear, yet what is this?!
I feel nothing but calamity flowing like scorching sand through my veins,
And my heart pounds like the hammers that forged this abomination before me!
What say you of this journey that has led me to these infamous doors?!"
To me did he attempt to
EdenSaid God, despite perfection found in Three:
"Let there be another in this place,
And let him reflect glory back to me."
"Tis naught but a reflection of my face;
Mankind shall rule a garden, bear a name.
So let there be another in this place."
Trees bear fruit and helpers bear the blame--
Serpents striking heels will be retried.
Man has ruled a garden, borne a name.
Reflecting former glory mankind cried;
His failing cast a shadow on such love.
Serpents striking heels will be retried.
Oh man who stands as icon, not enough;
Still one more will come to stand as king.
Man's failing cast a shadow on such love.
Victory will come, the garden sings.
Said God, despite perfection found in Three:
"Still one more will come to stand as King,
And let him reflect glory back to me."
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flames
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
Celtic Harp!Look to hollow, moss grows green
There stands harp that's never seen
Strings vibrate, luminous glow
Waiting for Harpist, twilight show.
Sleek Magpie loves shinning things
Runs its beak along strings
Glorious music fills glade
Played with zest for fairy maids.
Dancing dainty jig this night
Make no noise, they will take flight
High on toes with fluttering wings
Trilling voices, happily sing.
Moments fleeting, soon will end
To fairy homes dancers wend
Illusion over this moonlit night
Celtic harp removed from sight.
ResolveYour goals were set high
Wanted to conquer the sky
But progress is missing
Your doing lacks blessing
Doubt and despair will come along
Marking everything you believed in as wrong
Fear will be the harbinger
And emptiness is what lingers
Your world is turning upside down
But there is one escape from the emotional drown
Your will can be your shield
If your hearts desire is the weapon you wield
Glimpse of FaithI have battled through enough tomorrows
Without any reassurance that matters would get better.
I have walked in the ashes of the deceased
In all of the yesterdays that I have no remembrance of.
I have hoped when darkness was the answer;
When life had given up on me like today.
I have loved when I have lost
Like the repetitive years that kill me daily.
I have given up and made a bloody mess of myself
As a light of faith had finally been seen.
I have continued to live even when Death was behind me,
For I saw a glimpse of my deepest wish be true.
…a hint of happiness is all I ask for…
… but not just for me…
… for others that have seen enough deadly tomorrows…
… give them that glimpse of faith that tomorrow will soon be the past
and it will be a faded story inside a dusty book…
because no one told me it would be
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tear
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
THE STARS SHALL NOT DIEIn reverie fashion I stood on the precipise
where Dreams unclothed the Dreamer they met,
spilling unborn timelessness I wept for them
-until my tears glistened with the magic that
crested my blood, the hum of hands, lips lusting
to drink from the Cosmos windswept and weeping,
I removed my everyday clothes and clad myself
in a gossamer gaze as I felt my mortality quiver
from me-into the primevel bliss seeding the
universe with supernatural ability and fables
not so arcane, the Night beckoned me with her
unsheathed Sword of Stars pointing to the
constellation spining within my moony breast,
I could feel her prying me open...this urn
where the myriad shades of my spirit dwelled,
for one rapturous moment I let go and watched
it shatter...scattering into the Milky Way
the promises of dying Stars and the etchings
of enchantment that marked my birthday.
Silvery violet pollen soaked into my eyes
so I may see through the Mist of Memory
the pastel moments where I shimmered whole-
Beloved of the
BITTER HERBIn the darkest seams of your immortal psyche,
where the nude brushstrokes of pitch sweeps
against the inside of your skull, where the
Earth is deep with relics beaming timelessness,
will you plant the seeds of Prejudice and Hate
and fall so far beneath a fathomless shroud
that not even a bed of opium poppies could
awaken you from the death you chose to own?
Will you empty your pockets of deboned sweets
and fill them with poultices of bitter herbs?
Will you trade Love for Hell's Hate and
Compassion for Bigotry and Blame? Will you
furrow your soul with dried Desire and the
ashes of Purity long cooled in a stream festering
with promiscuous poison? Tied on a spit of
your own sick design you revolve and evolve
into Nothing, slowly smouldering like the witches
you once burned on the pyre, stripping feminine
flesh from bone-releasing their spirits with
the spiraling smoke, but never could you strip
their spirits from joining with the Goddess...
for always Women and Goddess have been one.
AgonyTurquoise flickers in bathroom silver
Janie, are you hiding behind my eyelids?
because I can see you in the mirror
lost in nostalgia and imaginary echoes
There is a rhythm in my irises
Janie, are you listening?
Ceramic and oceans are cold in the summer
Janie, is this the new ice age era?
because I can feel five blades against my throat
sending shivers down my spine
There is a pattern in my flesh
Janie, are you watching?
The Subconscious Strive
Challenge this opposition before you,
as the very Kingdom of Heaven is at your back.
What know you of the sight of victory,
should you not even attempt to seek it out?
Pull your head out and swallow the sand.
kick up the dust beneath the liquid layer,
swim against the tide, ascend and ride the wind,
Journey only forward, beyond the grasp of defeat.
Take us beyond the firefight,
to the brittle outskirts,
upon the horizon,
where lies our origin.
Within memory is our future,
where made easy
is the heavier weight of the burden.
Plant the seeds for the new battlefield.
Make it our own, by conquer, by incline.
Push forward through the storm,
the floods that make the seed grow,
as there is no progression without conflict.
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