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HesitationIn the midst of battle,
the young man hesitates.
He tries to remember his training,
but its all a moment too late.
A swing and a miss,
the cold steel slices clear.
The young man feels death's touch;
Hesitation costs him dear.
The light dims, eyes flutter shut.
His heart slowing, doesn't realize whats what.
A mistake costs dearly, in this game called life.
Tasting death's knife.
Isolated Isolation Inside the Insanity of InsomniaIsolation
Writhing, squirming, living hell
screeching, squealing, can not tell
where the road begins nor ends
just blindly follow the constant bends.
Rushing forth into unknown,
push and shove into the zone
of your comfort, your well-known place,
somewhere that you can show your face.
from yourself, your life,
from that damned and bloodied knife
Take it deep and take it all
into your cavity and fall
onto the floor of the castle you built
with nothing more than your shame-coated guilt.
Hubris of man, sins of the past
come to relive at the bottom of the glass
that you so willingly raise to your lips
just to taste it, taste it against
the cold, decaying bits that make up your flesh
and leave it with nothing but the best
Isolated from all that you know, knew, had
because you took without considering who was mad
It wasn't I, for I am not
the newly formed pile of rot
that you see every time you steal a glance
At your personal, little hell
that you so happily, wrongfully, built so t
HonestlyHonestly, I'm half asleep
I'm slipping in the brink
of despair and torment
just to try to catch a wink
My sleepless nights,
and endless days
are tearing me apart
just to see your gaze
I know to move on
and I know just how
but alas I cannot subside
my desire, just now
Manifesto of a PyroIf we set fire to the world, no one will suffer more
if we set it all ablaze, the corrupt will purge for sure
If you burn down this castle, back to ash
Our names will forever last
As the man who started anew
with just a match, a dream, and you
Loyal like a StrayHe’s loyal like a stray,
Right down to the tee,
He’ll follow you to hell and back
And shred you with his teeth.
He’s loyal like a stray,
He’ll stand strong by your side.
Just take heed, he’s a stray,
His loyalty is just a guise.
I have StrayedFar along, had I come
In my journey towards the old.
Progress had I believed I made,
Though my kindred were cold.
I’d tried to go on,
Tried to stand tall;
But alas my knees
Gave in to the fall
I don’t ask for strength,
Don’t beg for forgiveness.
No, I am Asatru, Strong
And don’t falter to weakness
I have strayed, over time,
No longer give gifts to the Gods
Life has decayed, such a crime,
But I still face the odds.
I will right this wrong,
Fix my problems on my own.
The Gods will remember
How I grew in the cold.
My name remembered,
Etched into time;
And take back what’s mine.
I may have strayed,
But no longer am I weak
This is my oath,
My vows I do speak.
So I'll just keep WaitingOne day I’ll get mine
One day that thing will never come
So I’ll keep waiting for that day
That day that it will rain
The sun stopped shining,
So long ago did the clouds form.
Blotted out the sun,
And the love was so warm.
One day, it will come,
The sweet rain will wash my face
And I’ll finally smile, free,
And feel that love’s embrace.
But it won’t come,
It never will reach me.
That day won’t come.
So I’ll just keep waiting.
Precious DoveYou ask me why I’m rather sad
but its because you just can’t see pass
The fact that the only reason we can’t be
Is because of the distance between you and me.
I gave you my heart, ripped out the blackness of my soul,
To make room for your love, worth far more than gold.
And yet no matter what I do, tried, or thought
I was always nothing more than a fat piece of rot
I will never be the man, that you so much adore
Because you killed off that prick when you left me some more.
I ripped out my flesh, torn asunder my heart
Made plans for the future, for love, just for it to all fall apart
You don’t talk anymore, don’t acknowledge I’m here.
Why won’t you love me? Say hello? What do you fear!
What could I do differently, I would destroy the heavens above
If it meant I could have you, just you, precious dove.
.some people are dead
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
.just try not to
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
gossamer loveyou will love a woman
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
crooked kissesAn old man sits at a bus stop,
his ragged clothes soaked
through to his creaky bones.
He grips his beggars cup
tightly, but instead of coins it
overflows with rain water.
Passersby pass by without
giving a second glance, brief
cases clenched in swinging
hands, Bluetooth plugged into
their ears. A little girl dressed
in pink polka dots prances
to his side. Her mouth moves
quickly and his takes time to
form words. She giggles,
drops coins into his cup, and
gives him a kiss on the cheek.
He laughs a crooked grin.
a little more
(or maybe we'd just go broke).
To the one I forget to loveSunshine girl,
your feet are itchy for the miles
between your sighs
and hunger scratches
at your throat
but you have a smile
that swallows oceans
and your heart
into the Marinia Trench.
this heaviness in you
is a dandelion
coming home to rest
A Daughter Now BegottenIf reason could challenge the knowledge of infinity,
the blindness of justice;
should we not call ourselves Gods...
And Gods are we not, for if justice were truly blind,
it would hold the same fate for rich and poor alike...
Under the celestial heaven that shines above,
the beggar's crying face and the rich man's arrogant gaze...
So of The Creation we are, living in throngs of solitudes....
Each solitude made torturous by the lust for more money,
yet eased by the kindness of strangers and the love of God...
Which power of change is made,
unto glory from a prisoner down trod,
to a man of faith, who helped a dying woman in need till loving eclipse.
A daughter now begotten, of starry eyes and golden sun ray locks...
Cherished by God and adored by both parents,
though mother soon to be with the Creator Almighty,
this daughter grows up knowing the brittleness of mortality...
...As her lips of red rose blossoms,
her heart aches as the mourning moon that hides behind the bosom of clouds...
The same messageI keep expecting one of these waves
to gush pearls, one of these hours
to drop out of the sky
and speak to me.
I walk back and forth
over the unleavened bread of wet sand
as a stray dog leaving the shallows
shakes off water
in the same way a galaxy might
For the moment there is no pain,
just the tip of my tongue
pressing against my teeth
while the water,
in one of the oldest gestures on earth
skirts across the sand, etching
and erasing the same message:
The Loving DarkIn the darkness,
A figure moves so slowly.
Questioning his purpose here,
And where he's meant to go.
Doesn't understand the light.
In turn he learns to fear it.
A woman smiles softly,
Her warm hold welcomes all.
But in the shadows, things do lurk,
And cripple the Maiden's call.
A weeping boy, doesn't understand
The differences of the world.
Just knows he's not to love a man,
But must, in turn, be hurled.
Into a world, that no one knows
But everyone knows their fear.
And has no reason to disembark this
Machine that controls, contorts, and lies
A weeping man stumbles out.
A maiden's call long dead.
Perhaps it was just a dream,
Perhaps just in his head.
The darkness knows him, it loves him too,
Doesn't judge or condemn.
Just lets him carry on, a weeping man, as him.
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