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3. The Spider Amidst the Structure
Nightfall arrive, accompanied by a darkness, serene.
Silence became all sound surrounding.
Many creatures around me came,
Abounding & astounding to my presence.
Before me stood a massive structure of oak,
Colossal, I envied not, the earth carrying its weight.
Three crosses stood, like giants amongst the trees,
Reaching out beneath and to the moon above.
Attaching them was the seal of the Triune of my Lord,
facing both the Heavens and the Earth.
In its core was a web,
Made fresh by a translucent arachnid.
The flesh of its figure, the spider, was given such life
By the pale gaze of the moon.
Its legs stretched wide, and in the light,
Were but a dwarfed allusion to lightning.
We watched, the creatures and I,
with the inspired awe of the sight before us all.
Back over my shoulder did my eyes glance,
To find at a distance a storm forging itself to life, by thunder and lightning.
From Heaven, bellowed the astonishing sound of a horn,
As the opening line of the first act o
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
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
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.
The Man in my Eyes
My flight is uncontrollable
beneath the heavy waves...
And when the sand of the
shores finds my unconscious body
I awaken, and my eyes
are named dazed and confused.
The waves tug and push,
and they sound like muffled screams.
Sand is caught in the mysterious
and open wounds the ocean gave me.
The trees sway almost with
the wind in a breeze of anarchy.
My heart races faster
than the tugging waves...
The pieces of my ship are
scattered along this shore.
Broken like pride, useless
pieces of trees long dead.
A twitch becomes a movement
within my limbs and I rise.
Yet I only descend back to
the rugged sheets of sand.
My eyes roll and my environment
fades to black.
A hooded figure with wings
visits me in realm unknown to me.
His presence comforts me
and soothes my soul.
A hand meets my shoulder,
and a voice tells me to wake up.
Before my opening eyes
fades into my vision, a man.
He stands like a lion, and remains silent
with the grin such majesty.
No pride encompasses his essence,
but only t
The Title Says It All
Keep pointing your finger at the laughing man,
The one in the mirror, looking out through a broken window.
He dies happy in the end, alone or no
The shards of broken glass provide the endless angles.
The window is only broken in your eyes,
You of conformity and ignorance.
To his, it is the many gateways of perspective,
Out into that world surrounding.
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 efforts.
Once upon a time, in the dream come true through which I slept,
did a fairy tale once exist…
that tale of my tale through endless times of a dream come true
and gone by in the era that I once lived and favored.
A Southern Desire
Home...Home is where that heart lies,
and my heart burns...
It burns to but a husk of its former self.
Can you not see that allowing the fires to grow,
is no better than tossing more fuel
upon its already aggressive hide?
It merely thirsts for more fuel
and hungers for more kindling...
yet its appetite will never find satisfaction.
This desire from south of Heaven comes,
The heat rises with every spark,
and this is what they want more than you realize.
The Immortal Regret.
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is forever gone.
Seven Sins 1: Lust (The Squire)What is this mindless mood I mourn?
I brush her bloody hands as she ignores my cries,
And I will not hate but say heed these sighs.
Once I desired her darling delight,
As I perished by poison to forget about her pitiful plight.
Her face fixes it's gaze upon mine,
Bordered with raven hair knotted and bold,
Was she really young or was my heart too old?
How I would watch her from atop a white hill,
Waiting until sad skies hailed a stormy sign.
What is this elusive emotion I elope?
I touch her taut lips as she walks by me,
And I do not stop but ask when will she see?
Once I lusted her loving lamentation,
As I stared in silence for her scarlet seduction.
Her face fades it's smile away now,
Sullied with pale rain marred and still,
Was she really evil or was my mind too ill?
How I would wander to see her in a red town,
Tormenting until glad ghosts wailed a grisly glow.
What is this fearsome feeling I feel?
I catch her cold eyes as she passes me by,
And I cannot help but ask why did she die?
HopeHope is just the lies
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's okay
Because a lot of things are lies
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
Mother NatureTree ring eyes
and quivering leaves
as his ax reopens wounds
Sap flows down her cracked face
sticky tears of age
slowly falling to earth
in a silent cry for help
I'm all by my self
Don't need anyone else
I have my moments
In lying in my torments
All I ask is "Everyone
Please fill my empty pockets"
And as my hand reaches in
It's as empty as my eye sockets
They stare on through
And I don't know why I do this
I spread myself like glue
Tormenting myself, and others
So much happiness
I deny with a smile
Because I know I'll fall
Because I don't believe you at all
All I ask is "Everyone
Please fill my empty pockets"
But as my hand reaches in
It's as empty as my eye sockets
So much words to define
So much meaning to rhyme
And I don't ask for even a dime
But still no one will give me the time
But my walls block my view
And I wonder, when's my soul due?
PulsateWhat is a heartbeat,
without the heart?
What is a dream,
without the conscience?
What is a word,
without the letters?
What is a hope,
without the faith?
What is a soul,
without the self?
What is a kiss,
without the love?
What am I,
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life... You!
Peering eyes thru the veil of time and space;
shape shifters of any form, stalk and hunt
Thoughts & flesh canst not escape their magick
Besieged and shadowed, the human race
til they are sent back to whence they came
And death became a wanton treasure,
where Angels pillage & Demons lust in flame
"You should never have come human"
Seven Songs of SinAll for one,
None for all;
Together we stand,
Alone we fall.
Crash and burn for all I care.
It's not me in that mess out there.
Sex and fame and violence await
I will not bow to your horrible fate
As blood is spilt and the famed arise,
I am not sure I can compromise.
This life of lust is too good you see
To fall to your level of pride and agony.
Why can't you solve your own problems?
I do not see
How I can fix your agony.
My mind is great,
But my limbs are tied
To this comfy life of nothing.
The TV is on,
My mind is blank.
For this life of sloth,
I've you to thank.
My power is great.
My money is greater.
For these ways of life know no falter.
Power and wealth is what I seek.
For gold and riches, I will not be weak.
I will get what I want,
You cannot stop me.
For my life of greed is all I will ever need.
Piles and piles and piles of riches
Are piled so high they seem to touch the sky.
All of these things and so much more
Isn't nearly enough of what I'm looking for.
Gluttony is controlli
The temptationher perfume impregnates the church
her confession is a delight
her face is tender
her voice is sweet
this woman is appealing
my mind is haunted by perverted ideas
Who is she? an angel, a devil....
I do not know
My duty is to respect my oath
this temptation is a poison
one unavowable desire overwhelms me
a suffering tears my heart
succumb to the temptation would a scandal
the hell of the flesh or respect my pledge.....
this dilemma torments me each day
The White Morgue
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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