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Godless

I know you, you're godless like me, and to the natives We Are The Wandering dead. Headless in sunshine, blind in the wilderness. I know you, you're the sister of death that's true. Your red lips caress mine as I choke upon embers. I'm awaiting life to be stripped from these bones. I smoke the feathers from the angels round here, and laugh with the devil. She sleeps at my feet. I found a home down here. She's the one who'll burn down the temple. She's the one who shall coerce the swarms. I know she'll do anything and more.


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Succubus In Bloom Lyrics

Well you’ve gone where the cold wind blows, and the soil is plagued with fear.  Treat your wounds. Rest awhile, 
the DEVIL can’t find you here. 2X
Box full of bones and the serpents they know not to cross her path. 
The locusts they rise and take to the sky, 
you know not the spells you cast. 2X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X
Father bless this child of sin consume her eyes and salvage her skin drape it across her mother’s face to bind and hold the tears in.
Mistress of black, I know you’ll come back with razors thirsty and clean.
This canvas of flesh Please remove your dress and (drain me of my sin)4X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X


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Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.


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Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Romanticism | |

Free me

Free me, I say free me
from the enternal damnation
of her death grip.
(I have no use, for love with her)
She does not know me,
She does not love me,
For if she would love me,
I'd love her back.

Come now, someone free me,
free me from the eternal hatred
that has grown between us.
I cannot take this torture anymore.
(My heart grows weak, my heart grows weak... I can't breath,
  I can't breath. She is crushing my windpipe! HELP ME!)

Listen I do not love you,
My heart belongs to someone else.
Someone who understands the pain I face.
I cannot love you, and will not love you, for my heart does not belong to you.

I pray to everything that is holy in this Godly, green Earth
Free me, free me!!
I say free me from this eternal torment and execute this monster!
(For my heart belongs to someone else.)


Details | Ballade | |

The sleaze

The Sleaze

Young man born with grace and charm
And looks to woo the dames
With glib, smooth tongue he cons them all
To him it’s just a game.
He rips so many hearts apart
And he brags about his life
Even though he has a wife
His lust still causes strife

And on, he goes, and on, and on
He can’t control himself
He thinks that all these one night stands
Contain a heap of wealth.
Divorce and marriage, same again
And there right at the end
That smoothy finds his world falls down
And he’s running out of friends.

For then his friends they trust him not
And the women learn his tricks
Then he grows bald, and dull, and old
A stale old cranky Git
As loneliness eats into him
He needs folk very much.
Our sleaze be paying all his dues
He’s caught in karma’s touch.

April 2004


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A Woman's Heart

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!



In the greatest love stories,
A royal princess is lost forever,
And though the warring fields are bloodied,
A stallion of white has broken through,
The prince who wins her heart,
Is he who challenged the evilness of heart.


In the dark pitch of night,
Through the howling of the blackened forest,
He has terrorized the terrorer,
Till he has conquered the evilness,
OF HIS OWN HEART.


CHORUS:


A woman's heart is like a flower,
And a prince will never take her heart,
He will fight every war,
He will slay every evil dragon,
He will even war against OLYMPUS,
JUST TO WIN HER HEART.


The real Blackbeard was a fantasy of art,
His wenches of rose, pink, and gold,
Rose in eternal shame,
A true prince fires across the evilness of heart,
And captures the wicked bony fingers,
Till he blazes as golden victory against the rising sun.


To a prince, every petal of a flower,
Has its own delicate fabric of mysteries and dreams,
And a true prince places each petal of her heart,
In a symphony,
OF A DESTINED HEART.


EPILOUGE:

And words whispered into her tender young ears,
Blossom into butterflies and candied hearts,
And a destiny reflected into a shattered crystal glass,
Are birthed through the bitter trials of a dragoned past,
UNTIL THE EVILNESS OF MAN...ENDS AT LAST!


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Creature In The River

A couple decided to walk
down to the park near the river
At that time, you could barely see the crimson moon, just a sliver

That moon was always that color on Halloween night.
Lexy was holding on to James hands very tight.

They were so romantically in love
Lexy thought he was sent from above.
The moon had finally came out from behind the clouds
While they were standing by the river they had heard something crack loud.

Lexy grabbed James and screamed, "Let's get out of here."
She had a fearful look on her face and turned to tears.

It was too late, a strange creature came out of the water with fiery eyes.  They were grabbed from behind, as she started to cry.

They couldn't even scream
their mouth were covered.
The creature said, "You two lovers, are mine tonight."

I need two virgins for the witch 
had been watching you all year
Their faces were white, full of fear.

The creature had blood 
flowing from his eyes
As he completely came out of the water,
He was all covered with flies.
Lexy and James hands were finally tied.

The two who had grabbed them 
walked in front of them at last
They were zombies, dry blood  Tongues were like a serpents, fast
they didn't dare move for they were poisonous with venom.

A boat came by, the monster gave the kids to the witch
when she spoke, she was loud and had a high pitch.

When Lexy and James were placed
in the boat,
The witch cast a spell, then put on a black coat.

When she cast another spell, large snakes came out, then wrapped
around their bodies, hissing, 
they were trapped.

Boat finally stopped, snakes had disappeared,  zombies had came
and picked them up out of the boat,
laid on a huge rock, positioned same.

Their hands and feet were spread 
tied to the trees, next to where they laid,
spells were cast, evil prayers were chanted, when ordered, zombies obeyed.

A goblet came over with a dagger
piercing them through the heart
they died instantly, which was planned from the start.

Poured the blood,  from the heart into the glass bowl, too
Each zombie and goblet sipped blood from the bowl, they knew
they had to chant, then the leaders of the group and the witch bit through 
it and bit a piece from the heart.

Passed it around to each zombie 
so they could do the same
gave them energy and now
they were no longer tame.

Ate all the flesh off the bodies, made a sacrifice, spirits came out and flew away, 
turned midnight and disappeared, they all went to their homes to stay.
© Melanie . All rights reserved,


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A Woman's Heart

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
BY LINDA JOBS (IN HONOR OF STEVE JOBS...
A GENIUS OF ALL TIME!)





In the greatest love stories,
A royal princess is lost forever,
And though the warring fields are bloodied,
A stallion of white has broken through,
The prince who wins her heart,
Is he who challenged the evilness of heart.


In the dark pitch of night,
Through the howling of the blackened forest,
He has terrorized the terrorer,
Till he has conquered the evilness,
OF HIS OWN HEART.


CHORUS:


A woman's heart is like a flower,
And a prince will never take her heart,
He will fight every war,
He will slay every evil dragon,
He will even war against OLYMPUS,
JUST TO WIN HER HEART.


The real Blackbeard was a fantasy of art,
His wenches of rose, pink, and gold,
Rose in eternal shame,
A true prince fires across the evilness of heart,
And captures the wicked bony fingers,
Till he blazes as golden victory against the rising sun.


To a prince, every petal of a flower,
Has its own delicate fabric of mysteries and dreams,
And a true prince places each petal of her heart,
In a symphony,
OF A DESTINED HEART.




Details | Ballad | |

A Woman's Heart

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
BY LINDA JOBS (IN HONOR OF STEVE JOBS...
A GENIUS OF ALL TIME!)



In the greatest love stories,
A royal princess is lost forever,
And though the warring fields are bloodied,
A stallion of white has broken through,
The prince who wins her heart,
Is he who challenged the evilness of heart.


In the dark pitch of night,
Through the howling of the blackened forest,
He has terrorized the terrorer,
Till he has conquered the evilness,
OF HIS OWN HEART.


CHORUS:


A woman's heart is like a flower,
And a prince will never take her heart,
He will fight every war,
He will slay every evil dragon,
He will even war against OLYMPUS,
JUST TO WIN HER HEART.


The real Blackbeard was a fantasy of art,
His wenches of rose, pink, and gold,
Rose in eternal shame,
A true prince fires across the evilness of heart,
And captures the wicked bony fingers,
Till he blazes as golden victory against the rising sun.


To a prince, every petal of a flower,
Has its own delicate fabric of mysteries and dreams,
And a true prince places each petal of her heart,
In a symphony,
OF A DESTINED HEART.


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Sulfur Crown

You’ve got a key in your pocket, black salt in your hair. Smoke in your whispers, and rust in your stare.  Tears run down your cheeks and your gaze goes cold. Face facts lil’ mama, we’re all ganna’ grow old. Left hands’ reaching for a heart of stone. Don’t you know as above, so below.  
I’ve read your palms, a tempest ruin most foul.
 Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl. 

The sword and the serpent, the ways of old. Stretch the flesh and visions told.
Imprisoned in heaven’s skeleton, these ghastly visions keep me awake.
2x Cut your teeth on surgical steel.  In the dark nothing seems real. Can’t shake the nightmares out of your bones.  

 Prayers unfold from my finger tips and ashes fall to the soil.  
The bleeders and believers,  it’s An acquired taste
Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl. 
Jesus ganna weep, when this man’s on  the prowl.
Step outside your circle.
Lost in oblivion. Step outside your circle, let the spirit take hold. 

"I feel you in my glands, echoes in my spine. Whose dream am I procuring, is it yours...is it mine? There's devils in the chimney, whispers down the hall. Eyes are getting heavy for the sand man comes to call. Rest weary brow, and slumber divine. We'll dance upon moon beems,... beyond human design."- P.C.