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I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping And mildly feeling that I was honestly grieving I was quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing It was wildy eating at who I was... I could see through the mirrior he was frustrated Feeling devestated, felt isolated, feeled truly aggravated Did I mention the love and hatred upon his eyes Or even the soul teared through a genocide A gemini inside, but set aside he felt terrified But through the lies disguised in your mind He was ultimately petrified...It was you that was scarier then ever, even his barrier Now I'm flying high like a harrier, with you i'm more marrier Was it scary cause of your terror, or your character? See I truly miss you miss, you're a beautiful beautious Broken and brutal, but with you I see what beauty is I love it, cause you're so humorous, is it obvious? I'm operating this auto race Just for you, I'd be dominating...I'd be going pedal to the metal, just till it's settled I just want to win a medal, I'm feeling kind of dreadful I've even beaten my only devil, going crazy, am I mental? Nah, it's where I extract scratched tangets and you stare vast in past pamphlets And you have no answers for your last math's classes, within exams I see you vanishing You close your eyes and drift in planets'n'canvases, and you crash in crafted canyons That clash with granite and imagitive paniced bandits with a habit that granted An attached handprint that reflected my poetic languages They call us anguished animals, but I pass on my damages, on through these messages See I may look different with my clothes that are charred and almost carved off I'm scorching like dark hearts, and warped like barked bronze Can you see I was meant for journalling? I'll be discerning them, as they see me surfacing I'll just be surging in, and it's you that i'd prefer to bring even out of all these earth-a-lings I hope it's permenant, you showed me what my purpose is, I needed the encouragement It was a form of your subtle perfectness, is it courteous that you bring me nervousness? Right now, you got me prouder then, all my extended ends, it's pride from you that i'm conjuring in.... Your loves got me flying high in your turbulence, it's a superb inherent gift, I don't think I could picture it, It has me feeling one with the churches and all my burning urges end...
This voice, it's scary, making me weary, and it's staring from under the staircase.
As it shares it's presence, it's essenece is venomous, it's horrendous...
I quiver and shiver as it whispers... "it's easier to die quicker"...
So as this demon starts surging in, my body starts burning and I feel my nervousness...
It's my nerves nervously hurting, my minds turning, i'm learning this is demonic conjuring...
Every night I feel it lurking, when it sees me it stops searching and, I feel it surfacing...
My wrecked soul is it's perfectness, I'm deaths encouragement....
But i'm already soulless, and it's permenant...
Cause I clash within my habits, and scream till I vanish
I'm just a tragic damaged empty canvas...
They say i'm just imagitive, but as I lay cold on this granite
I hear echo through my crafted canyons is...
This voice is it calling, is it calling...
It's your choice, she said "take or let go"
Is it calling, when you're all alone
In your own sweet home..
Is it calling, this voice, is it calling...?
I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping..
and mildly feeling, that I was honestly grieving, and quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing
and ultimately it was wildly eating at who I was...
So as I lay lifeless, can't open my eyelids, i'm crying, my tongue i'm biting...
In the mirior i'm eyeless, but in my room i'm blinded by the lightning...
Why am I still trying, this demon will forever be rising...
it'll be him and I binding, him climbing, while i'm diving..
I stopped fighting, because drunk driving is a way for actual dying...
I don't have a direction, I've been hiding in my writings...
I can't sleep through screeches and slicing, it's frightening...
Oh the timing, the horizon, how am I still surviving
But my mind, heart and soul it's pricing, so i'm done dividing because of....
This voice is it calling, is it calling...
It's your choice, she said "take or let go"
Is it calling, when you're all alone
In your own sweet home..
Is it calling, this voice, is it calling...?
The woods hissed and sn*ggered but weren't without their charms
A ghostly silloette in the distance like a girl without her arms
A floating figure, lifted as if hung down from yarn, puppet like
Blocked out some light as the moon rose into sudden night
A puddle, suprized by the kick of life it was given
Dived over the crimson clothing of a passer by
Not batting an eye the shadow glides an leaps in wind
Approaching a tree supporting a corpse beneath its limbs
The breeze's secretive so it seems the bodies breathin' sings
Arrived. A cloak hides its features, a bag opens, it reaches in
Still speachless in the shower, yet no wet words to greet us
Though now a mouths visible behind work of an expert seemstress
Wild weather beats the woodland creatures deep undercover
All but two inhabitants, the hooded one.. & one other
Our second stood, furred thickly, big teeth in a brown jaw
Having difficulty reading, vision blurred by the downpour
Lit by light the town brought, a poster was just clear enough
''Assassin Wanted! If you catch the killer, fear you should
For finding this foe will bring, not tears, but blood
And a reward of 10 g's for anyone, police.. even Robin Hood'
The final statement sent shivers up his spine, an how then?
The King hated Robin, and the Queen signed the announcement
Heart poundin' at the thought of ten big ones he couldn't wait for
The character reread the paper, rapid fast.. just to make sure
Sure enough the word was good, but the woods weren't silent
A twig broke, someone close quitely worked beside him
The tree sustaining the message had been blocking them from view
The otherside was a hooded person, white stockings an gloves on too
The hood moved......and the disguise unravelled
It was Red Riding Hood picking mushrooms the size of apples
Form:
Look like
The main reason we bury people
is because of the shell decomposed
If time went backwards
Santa was a country
dancer
Would undertakers take bodies back
to a crying family
and pay them
for letting them drive their newly deceased around
If time went backwards would God loose the idea of creation
Cats could jump backwards really high
What would a frog pig look like
Permits me i to juice our intro
Does the last person
Automatically bee the best at everything
If there was
Clear holes are more dangerous
Clearly E
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……e
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Yours are chomping
I kinda wanna see the sun stop
Call a lab or berate
the missing
Poisoning our mushrooms
What kills hope
The hopeless do
I hop in hopelessness
Why is a gorgeous word
I meant let’s take the question
Every why is it’s own entity
What if it’s screamed WHY
has a tragedy happened
Or whispered over a hand
Why not y
Why not always it’s rebuttal
I mention submarines but subtlety
Y starts with a double you
quite quiet quitely quietly
See if you think about it
was everything an it until it was named
Here Samael got a job for
There is these nasty ers
I am gonna send
I know your a bit weird
You can do what you want to them
For how long-I will get back to you
Sorry sometimes I have plays during my poetry
God -played by me
Lucifer- also played by me
Music and original score-was produced by silence
Hanging a hammock between the letter Y
Looking at the sky never concerned with the
Like this I am no question
Using a Y like a catapult
It’s question only reaching so far
Why would you leave me
Why would you
Why am I hear
I never wondered
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One more day in the house
Cleaning up memories that took a
family a lifetime to gather.
Passing on one by one they all left treasures.
Or better known to some as
"One mans trash another mans treasure"
How do I decide what to keep?
How dose one decide whats important?
Leafing through someones memories as if
your touching each heart in one way or another.
Will I throw away something by mistake.
Or will I keep something thats nothing.
The kids are tired now. Taking on the family past
that also includes their fathers death.
How will they get the courage they need?
Who will help them till the end?
They are so young in years yet so
wise in wisdom.
Sorting through things that was once their
fathers grandparents and uncles.
Can they stay strong? Will they pick out things
that mean something to them but nothing to others?
Or will they chose to take nothing and let
the past die quitely?
We miss them so. This family that was once ours.
Inside all of us we keep memories that will
stay in our hearts forever.
As the years follow our lives will change..
Memories will fade and life as we once knew
will grow fewer in though. But we will never forget
The family now will gather in death as they did in life.
As I grow older I play back the memories that somehow
seem to bring the past back to life, if only in moments.
As the family passed on before us so will we all,
and one day we will return to our yesterday and our
Family Unit" will be as one,
While another family will change...
Form:
I SALUTE THEE,OH MY GREAT SENSE,
YES MY SENSE OF FORGIVENESS,
IN FURY AND PAIN,IN INNOCENCE AND TRUTH,
I HAVE FORGIVEN THEE,
IN THE ART OF RESPECT AND IN THE HOPE OF HEALING,
I HAVE FORGIVEN ,
JOURNEYING THROUGH INDIFFERENCE,HATRED AND OVERBEARING
INSOLENCE,I HAVE FACED,HOPED AND EVEN FEARED FOR MY SPRING TO
COME,
I HAVE SEALED MY LIPS IN DEEP SILENCE AND WAITED SECRETLY,
I HAVE SUFFERED QUITELY,
I HAVE SEARCHED ENDLESSLY,
I HAVE STAYED FRIGID AND COLD JUST BECAUSE I REFUSE TO BREAK,
REFUSE TO YEILD TO THE CRUEL AND UNJUSTIFIED CHAINS OF THE
VICIOUS CIRCLE THAT SURROUND ME,
I STAND ALONE,
FACING ALL,EVEN IN THE MIDST OF THE UNCONCIOUS GLOOM AND COLD
DEFEAT,
HATING ALL,BUT SMILING,
YES INSANITY BUT BEING ALIVE,
I REMEMBER THOSE DARK NIGHTS CLOUDED WITH HAUNTING FEARS,
WHEN I CRIED LIKE AN ANGEL,
AND GOD ANSWERED MY PRAYERS,
I COULD FEEL A LIGHT BURNING INSIDE ME THEN,
YES A LIGHT OF WISDOM AND FAITH,
I KNEW THEN AS I PAINFULLY AND WITH DIFFICULTY UNDERSTAND NOW,
THAT TO REACH MY HEAVEN I REALLY HAVE TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCIES
THAT THIS MORTAL NATURE OF MAN DISPALYES UPON ME,
I WILL HAVE TO FIGHT,FACE AND SOMETIMES HEAR,
THE DECEIT,THE INJUSTICES,THE JEALOUSIES,
THE CORRUPTION OF TRUTH,
AND I WILL LIVE THROUGH EVERYTHING,
I HAVE LEARNED TO FORGIVE THE BITTERNESS IN LIFE,
I SAVE MYSELF FROM DEFEAT,
I KNOW I WILL SURVIVE TO REACH THE BEST,
BECAUSE GOD WHISPERS HOPE INSIDE OF ME,
COURAGE TOO,THAT IS MY PRIDED SHIELD.
While sitting in twilight sunlight,
I was thinking where I am
and what have I done...
I realised,
I left here with just no fun.
What should I do and who should I blame?
Where responsible is no one - I myself was so lame.
No courage to fight back and prove my stand.
No confidence to tell that I have strong land.
Weak emotions to face social norms.
Lack of sense to tell formers that you can be wrong.
While things I could turn I accepted the flow.
Thought how can I bring my legacy low.
They are happy and no one will question them..
But never thought will I be able to live the same.
While my heart beatin, I took a way to freeze them.
Forgot this sacrifice I am making for whom.
Thoes who are mine, they would initialy resisted ...
but lately accepted
For whom I am secretly paining, would have been mine...
and society would have never bothered to reiterate what is crime.
Now, there is no way.
Its a vicious circle I am in...
No one to blame, as I am the one so lame.
Timid in front of society.
Clungged infront of emotional boundaries.
Lost and so far from all my dreams.
Still trying to stir and make some butter and creams.
For, how can I forget its my fault not the ones who accepted me..
and I have no right to neglect and made the plea.
So, here I am still sitting quitely,
waiting for the Dawn to be warm again...
To find my own way, as I choose my life to go my way!!!
Form:
The crew, thinking the Aeolian Gift was not Odysseus' alone but common property
Stole the bag, with avariced mind, curious to find, broke the seals - the winds were free
The winds in fury, unconfined, vent their wrath - the ship's were blown like chaff
Till driven they wee to Laestrygone straits - the wild Winds had their last laugh.
Great giants were the Laestrygones - they of Cyclop's ilk - perhaps ten cubits tall
They threw great boulders of stone and sank the ships - elven of them all
Like scattered beads were the corpses of men - the Laestrygones cannibal feast
While busy they were in relishing the fare - Odysseus's ship quitely slipped from the East
Odysseus and his battered crew did, doleful and weary, away from land, sail a while
With blazing sun, parched throats and hungry maws - they sighted fair Circe's Isle!
Now Circe was in beauty cast, fair in diaphanous drape, an enchantress to beware.
With welcome arms, (and welcome bed), she charmed with kingly feast and handsome dress.
But soon the welcome did turn around as the men did quaff the sweet mulled wine,
For half the men, in spells entrapped, soon transmogrified into squealing swine!
Great Zeus, from Olympian heights, sent Herme's to Circe to plead for their release
Most reluctant was the maid, but abide she did, made men again, they once more set to sea.
------ To be continued
~11 Jun 2016~
ON A NORTHERN DOCK. THE LIGHTHOUSE SHINES OVER THE SEA, WHILE
THE MOON DISAPPEARS INTO THE NIGHT. THE FRENCHMENS RESTORES
THEIR ENGINE FOR THEIR BOAT TO TRAVEL THROUGH ALASKA. BOARDING
THEIR BOAT WITH NESTS TO CATCH THE FRIST BITE OF SCALY
CLIMPS.THEIR STOMACHS GO HUNGRY. LISTEN QUITELY WHILE THE SEA
HOWLS THE NIGHT AIR.
ALONG DOWN THE SEA A GLEMMED GLEM APPEARED. THE FRENCHMENS
STOOD IN STRANED. A MYSTERIOUS FOG STUNNED AROUND THEM,
SPINNING THE BOAT ITO A HURRICANE. FALL DOWN THE FRENCHMENS
AND THEIR BOAT. FELLED INTO A WHOLE OF DISATERS. THE WAVES MOVED
LIKED A SOUNDING PIANO OFALTO. THE SEA WAS EMPTY.
YEARS TO COME OF ACCIDENTLY APPERANCE. BEING FORGOTTEN THEY
EVER LIVED. A GROUP OF HAPPY IRISHMENS TRAVEL ALONG THE SEA
SINGING HAPPY SONGS OF LOVE. THEY BEGAN TO FEEL A COLD BREEZE.
FLASHING OF A LIGHTHOUSE THAT HAVE'NT BEEN SEEN IN YEARS APPEAR
BEFORE THEY EYES.
A HUGE TIDAL WAVE WIND AROUND THEM, FLUSHING THEM IN A DEEP
WATERLY HOLE. FIGHTING FORTHEIR LIFE. THEY SAW 12 FRENCHMENS
DRESSED IN DIRTY CLIMPY CLOTHES. THEIR BODIES WERE IN RESTRAINTS-
NO LONGER MOVED. THEY WERE SWEPTED INTO DEATH FOREVER-NOT
REMEMBER. EACH IRISHMEN VANISHED ONE BY ONE. ANOTHER HUNDRED
YEARS TO COME. AT THEIR RETURN TO THE SEA. WHO EVER LIE BEFORE -
REST IN PEACE FOREVER. THE SEA WILL BE CLAIM BY DEATH OF THE
FFISHINGMENS WHO TRAVEL ALONG THE SEA.
what matters most is a thought that is pure
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
deep inside we got pains that hide
throughout our life we can undergo a notion of exploration
in time we shall shine for the furtherance of love
coming down from a higher power from up above
each of us will go through things in life
blueberry & added spice
with faces that leave traces to our midnight places
my heart is an opened door waiting to be explored
listen quitely to the Nightingale alone in the distance
beauty for ashes amidst second chances
relationships were meant to be together
Caviar, cheese & wine
created and crafted from a great design
love has taught us a vibrant lesson
to never to surrender to the decay in nature
the Hummingbird outside your door what a fashionable decor
what matters most is a heart filled with compassion
writing a good epitaph for those to humbly react
love is best when your buzy making other pland you understand
the ocean has a way to sooth the inner longing of the soul
each time the tide comes in we can surrender again
vibrations throughout each temptations filled with temples of fire
what is are strong enough desire
to visit widows and orphans in their afflictions
to honor your mother and father regarding any desicions
to love your neighbor more then your own self
we can make a great difference if we each try