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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

Calm Before the StormKeep your ears open.
Keep your eyes peeled.
Do you see the stampede
penetrating the field?

It's coming for you
and for all you hold dear.
But just look through its walls-
Do you not see fear?

I hear the wind howl.
It rustles the leaves.
It sways the brittle branches
on the half-barren trees.

The enemy is coming forward.
I'm afraid it can see
my future, my whole life,
and all that's inside of me.

Just light a match
if the power goes out.
You will survive this,
I haven't a doubt.

I wish you good luck,
for I must leave now.
I swear I'll return,
I solemnly vow.

The night is all black.
the lights have gone dead.
I'm lighting a match..
See?

A Walk With The Poet-Canto 3

We walked onward,
Into a forest dark and nearby.
without lacking of hesitation.

Forward and never looking back
did my curiosity take me
Unto a realm of more woe

"This place", Asked I
did feet was walk these forlorn woods?"
He halted, gazing onward...

His silence to my discord,
gave answer to my question...
And his feet carried on.

"These woods were the resting place of my misery.
Alone and like you." stated he to my ears.
Though places are kindred to my own,

Yours is the journey that shall marked with your name,
Descending first into the retribution of your humanity.
Know you shall, the lamentations of all souls you find."

H

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.

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

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

Decay Along the Beaten Path

What if...?
The time carries on, by and by
languid, lethargic, and seemingly lacking...
No rest for the working man,
has made my limbs weak and brittle.
No push lies against my back,
no pull of my feet along the given path.
Mr. Sandman, repay me my memory in full.
This lack of alleviation makes me to be some sort of fool.
A heart so torn as to my mind, many lacerations...
Though the scars are back home,
where left I, my soul.
Hindered, the mindless drone before you,
as I understand not even my own actions.
Be this change or some phase,
I wish it to end,
as I grow weary of this
over sized bump in the road.
Forever may it be m

The Devout, The Divine, The Deceased

Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.

Oh AmericaReturn, Oh America, to the Lord God of Hosts
For your dark hearts became your downfall
Take words of remorse and return to the Lord
And say to Him,

“Forgive the sins of our hearts and receive us graciously
That we may offer the fruit of our words
The government cannot save us
We will no longer wage war
We will never again rise up as if we were gods
For in you those who are fatherless find compassion.”

He will hear your cry and reach out to you
His iron rod will spare you his wrath and turn to a silk blanket
The Lord will wrap you in his arms like a compassionate Father
And He will say,

“I will heal your waywardness and lo

It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.

So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
Where commonplace
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
ironically complex...
Hell's buffet,
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the t

Memory's PainCut my chest open,
let me bleed.
Find my soul
and set it free.

Tears of red,
cries unheard.
Leave me be,
life's a blur.

Alone she treads
now forgotten,
mist in moonlight,
a mirror broken.

Find withered dreams
in torn up pages,
for death is gained
in memory's pain.

Dying to be BeautifulDying to be beautiful
How far does it go
How deep can it get
How dark can it pull

When nothing holds you together
But layers of makeup on sunken cheeks
And your bones so frail they
Shatter from sobbing
Your heart so weak
You cannot risk loving

Your world so painful,
Through gray misty eyes
From the outline of ribs
To the protruding bone spines
I clearly see, you’re dying
Yes, dying to be beautiful

I wish somebody would tell you
The secret of beauty
It comes from the heart
The inside out
Not the outside in

But still how far will you go
How deep will you get
How dark will you go
Until you realize
You’re dying
Just to be

The Error of My Ways.

Head back
to where the die was cast.
Arise, reluctant to bare witness
to what unfolds.
Back where I believed,
like some arrogant fool,
that the good of the outcome,
outweighed the erroneous methods.
My delusions have turned so vivid
that they become commonplace
with my reality,
running hand in hand
towards my downfall
as a friendly face in the crowd...

Reaching Out To Sanity

I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.

Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.

That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.

In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.

Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.

Reflective Argument

Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
who

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Graveyard SocietyScream for each Grave!
Scream for the fallen!
Scream for corruption!
Scream for the Graveyard Society!
From civilian to soldiers, Children to men
I walk in the political shadow of death,
as the next generation
To witness a death with no honor
is to see weakness in the killer
No more reason
importance or honor, in what we fight for
Blood lust for our fellow man grows
The deadliest of sins are now ways of life
No remorse
Repentance
Redemption, For the living dead
Witness the death of Honor
Glory
sacrifice
Scream for the birth of death
& the death of Life
Scream for the death of innocence
in our Graveyard Society!

Sins of the CreationThe cleansing is nigh, but yet to be found

The sins of the creation have blackened the world

Sin, spreads like a disease increasing in power

you watch and do absolutely nothing
excuse after excuse

Therefore earning you, the right to die
Leading your people to a world of Hell.

We the people will burn your creations
and throw you into damnation

A storm is coming and we are the thunder, lighting, and rain

you will watch all that you've made burn to the ground,
your loyal followers, exiled

and we shall rebuild it anew
as you watch, hanging from a rope.

At the end of this long road.Like the depths of Hell, of which i have seen
I feel so low, so dead inside

the whole in my mind is where you were
now only your memory remains.

For you, i will not be weak, insincere
and besmirch your good name
or mourn for all to see.
NO

I will live on knowing you are safe
I will remember our time together, on this forsaken world
Evil had its way with you, and utterly lost to your greatness
so young, so beautiful, so full of life

In his arms, she will never look back

You have not left us behind,
simply moved into the white shadow of God
And i will be there soon enough
To sit by your side
and take stock of our lives here on

ExileAs we open our eyes, we witness your pathetic demise
To many times you've tried & failed by your pitiful lies
Now no one cares

You shall be left behind
your sins have left you deaf & blind

powerless to control whatever is left of your existence
All are weary of your persistence

the pathetic lies of desperation
lead you to exile...DAMNATION

Your redemption lies in the hands of God
The one you deny with your selfish facade

If you are no good then how may any good come from you?
Disgraceful to many, loved by the blind that are few

Rash decisions will bring down this world, upon your shoulders
A burden heavier than a many boulders

Arrogance of the weakLike vermin, you will bring on your own defeat
like everyone else, you are nothing but meat

a Sheep among wolves, you are easy to hunt
A boot to your throat, as my words are so blunt

You brought this on, by your own broken hands
into the desert with the wind & the sands

Here he comes, your knight in cold rusted armor
You claim & think he's quite the charmer

You'll only ended broken, on your knees
begging for mercy, yet like like a disease

You are the patron saint of Arrogance
Weak & pathetic pleads for acceptance

False claims of damnation bring nothing but Hell
So far gone, you've lost track of where you fell

like all those befo

A letter to the Enemyon your shoulders, i bring this Hammer down
Fore in your cause, you shall drown

No honor in your blood covered sacrifice
naive innocents, enticed

a pointless war between mislead fools
rationally deciding who leads & rules

hypocrites of damnation
no control over your own creation

Mindless bloodletting, brought before our eyes
as if you decide what lives or dies

You shall walk the roads of Hell
witness every last victim, as they fell

By your hands, was this brought on
to the point you think you've won

By my hands, will be your end
into Hell you shall descend

Your so called "God", is one of Corruption & deceit
An unproven myth o

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This in Our Hearts

by ~GrubbsWriting, Oct 28, 2012, 9:02:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.

Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.

Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.

Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.

Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.

In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and faith shall be tested.

Hold fast for the Way of God
and not only his Holy Word.
Ever tainted by corrupt men.

Roads shall lead on and mislead
To a great many stories
But faith will move you, should you let it.

Faith is this in our hearts and souls...
Faith is the Road which leads to home...
Faith is the governing force of morality...
Faith was the motivation of these words...
Faith was the inspiration behind your creation...

This in Our Heartsby ~GrubbsWriting

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

Faith comes and goes from all over. We should have the same faith in God, that he has in us.

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~RCUVyo Oct 29, 2012

awesome

=AkiSmith Oct 29, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Ah, if only everyone had faith. This would be quite the nice world.

Great writing and I definitely support the concept. ^^

~crashmypartyhard Oct 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

i'm sure that all people have some kind of faith, but sometimes it's not that strong or their faith is well off. i definitely see your point.

~Manin567 Oct 29, 2012 Student General Artist

Amen.

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