Heavy Metal

The heavy metal series of poetry demonstrates an inner ability to speak words of kindness; Toward the resolve of the 1980's heavy metal scene; To demonstrate a reasonable high calibur of interest; To the average novice of intellect, It's plausible words ring in the ears; Heavy Metal pt. I In a torn branch withered in the wind A silence toward its beckoning call With a silver dollar tossed in a pool It pays to stay focused then to lose your cool The one that has no faith in God will lose their cool Ronnie James Dio was the first ever to address this rule, His was to slay the dragon in the rule of the game; In shattered lined that wound & bind A silence to its beckoning call; The child listens then cry's in pain, In ardent briars close to insane; With cloves filled wretched stench in sulfur, Amidst the closet drawer below the offer; A deadly fix on the mainstream headlong, Heavy metal in twisted leather chains, Through shattered dreams within vilest pain, In its ambiance of shelter amidst its cry; To fall headlong then to believe its ultimate lie! Faces in the window with storms in the night; Having fallen face down in viscous fangs that bite, Often dripping blood off side; So easy to run away & hide in the night With a heavy metal pull ravaged to plunder; ~ Heavy Metal pt. II In full view of havoc proned to desolation in vile misery The balance of an equestrian melody, With pages torn on its new episode Throgh a whole host in vile lamentation; In mere brilliance from its setting sun Amidst certain periods of social demise; A short fuse in its reluctant quest, With words spoken in the dark in certain conquest Has now come into the fullness of light soaring bright Chase dreams from your hair my sweet child chose the day; To stand up and shout amidst the inner pain, Shattered dreams amidst its painted glass yet intact Hallways filled no one gets off on any free pass; Faces in the window with storms in the night, A laborer is intended to enter into its fullest of rest; Faces in the window with storms in the night ! Heavy metal in the center of its scattered plight The clear voice in reason is our successful right, In this life never relent in ever giving up on the fight, Keep your promises & attire, We live in a world that is very strange! They will take advantage & rearrange in the membrane, Desolate cry's with wounded twisted lies; Proned to silence amidst the greeting of its beckoning call