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Black heart so cold, lonely, and empty
How can a black heart tell me he loves me?
When a black heart doesn’t love the one above thee
Please black heart, see the writing on the wall
Realize that it is I who catches you every time you fall
These words I whisper to you, come one come all
There is a fate worse than a black heart that is incapacitated
It’s the internal struggle quite underrated
And I know you hate it
When I speak of truths you should’ve already known
As a fetus in your mother’s womb until you’re grown
And then a carcass in your tomb
Love has to be given as well as shown
But if so then why is your black heart still alone and cold?
Look at your life and all of the things you’ve done
Have you ever tried to live right and give your life reason?
The sins you’ve committed are forgiven
Don’t ever forget it
Now you must answer to man
And I know you regret it
But breaking laws in the sight of man
Is like having bad credit
To them you will always be the bad seed
You must give an account for every deed
Stop blaming your parents, the system, and society
Take responsibility because if the choice was left to me
I would never say two words to you
But I’m compelled to get through to you
I love you until my dying breath
So, while you’re away from me don’t stress
Do you know that God will carry you?
I will be most honored to marry you
But a black heart can’t be in my life
I refuse to be a black heart’s wife
My lips may turn black if I kiss you
So black heart, please make a change
Your life you must rearrange
If not, I won’t make it a priority
To elevate your mind with a love as strong as mine
In the core of your soul lies the truth of your issues
But you must let God take full control
Or else I will surely miss you
There shall never be another dawn…
Never another day to greet your family
Or hold the ones you love dear
You will never know the coming nightmare
Or look into the eyes of damnation
Never greet a great new day with optimism.
Or know a benevolent god.
There shall never be another dawn.
Never again read the writing on the wall.
Never watch a great play of humanities tragedies
Never feel the golden rays of a setting sun
Or stroll the moonlit beaches under the watchful eye of a silver moon
There shall never be another dawn.
No more radio, no more broadcast of television
Or digital streaming of data across a worldwide Web.
Your nation’s will be memory, your leader's ash.
Gone are the petty squabbles of infantile Presidents.
There shall never be another dawn
Forget your faith in an empty deity of crosses and bleeding scared hearts.
Or bald men deep in their inner universes.
Forget all you have learned, all the books you have read.
Never dream dreams again.
No more tears.
No more suffering.
No more nightmares.
Horrors.
Or despair.
There shall never be another dawn.
I've been struggling with all the remembering;
Because I struggle to forget.
You say you didn't do anything;
I'm not sure I agree with that.
There was writing on the wall,
Until you punched through them all.
I didn't read those words,
Because I listened to you first.
I trusted in your love;
I trusted you'd be kind.
I trusted in all above,
That love is what I'd find.
I found tears,
And I found years and years afraid.
Then I found the strength to want more,
And to not believe in your masquerade.
You can say you love me,
But I know a simple truth.
You never would have hurt me,
If you loved me like I loved you.
My heart burns like firewood
with memories of my childhood
filled with all that I conceived
life was going to be.
There it goes
the clouded haze recalling now knows
what little wisdom I had in its calling
before my fated falling.
The random twists and turns
with which the hidden fires burned
life and love and purpose
joy and sadness as life hurts us.
We give, we take,
we hesitate
we stop, we pause, we conclude
it's all attitude.
Looking back and looking forward
cautiously we eye what we're moving toward
pondering the writing on the wall of this that
realizing at last, it was just another crack.
Today, I found a letter from you darlin'
You wrote that you don't love me anymore
You placed it on the table in the hallway
Then you left and didn't even close the door
I didn't know you were thinking about leaving
I should've seen the writing on the wall
There's a cold, bitter emptiness in this house
And I keep waiting by the phone for you to call
Tonight, I'll drown your memory in a bottle
Whiskey helps my mind to ease the pain
In the morning, heartache soon will find me
And your memory will haunt me once again
Please come back and let's start all over
If you loved me, please give us one more try
I can be the man you always needed me to be
Please, don't let this be your last goodbye
I'm going to be the teacher,
and put myself to the test,
To all who knows me well....I'm not
better than all the rest.
Not the
smartest..or the coolest....the
person with self-hate Even after 25
years of life...can't even get
into....the social gate.
I have self esteem issues that can't
go away,
Meeting the coolest people in the
world, but they can't seem to stay.
I always rise to the top....to find my
place in the world, with each step
that I climb...my pain starts to curl.
I do make big mistakes that I try to
fix in my life, Every-time I think i get
it...I kill it with a rusty knife. So far, I
hurt the ones who i love most of all,
they can't seem to trust me..and
that's the writing on the wall.
My feeling are so dear to me, I don't
know what to think. Sitting alone
with no support......mind and heart
can't sync. So I ask this question
....To those who live, Is it so hard for
those to Forgive?
I want to go out with a bang, not a whimper. Not only do I probably have more respect for women than most men. I also probably have more respect for people than most people. I guess. I used to be socially retarded Now I'm just retarded. I win every battle when I'm right just by knowing that I'm right. Sometimes I think that when I lose that's when I win the most. I do not know if there is a devil. maybe there is something worse. like us. It's not what you read but what you read between the lines and whether or not you can read the writing on the wall.
upon a dry and barren wasteland
the beasts of this world sit upon their thrones
watching as into dust crumble
humanities freedom blood-soaked bone
they sit
fat with corruption
fat with desire
they watched with happiness and glee
as all the zombies followed each other
into Dante`s burning fires
upon the beast's thrones
hypnotic words rang to the tune
of doomsday bell
this once paradise was
covered with the sweet grass of life
now scorched with brimstone
and the flames of hell
a slaves dream
is to break free
from the chains that bind
instead of being the feast
of the beasts
that watch over them
Out of the dust clouds
vengeance showed its hand
with fury and anger
and the brotherhood of man
the hand of vengeance shows
compassion to the meek of man
to the weak who cannot speak
and to the blind who cannot see
but to those that are the architects
of humanities demise
they`re just destroyers fuelled by anger
and by hates fire
history tells us
apathy is a kingdoms downfall
and corruption has seen many
a great empire fall into the
mists of time
so the eyes of vengeance hands
not only saw the writing
but understood what it said
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based on iron maidens song 'the writing on the wall
When time just collapses and stands still,
Reality shadows all laughter with haunted chill
I just feel that I should walk and walk …
Till the mosque awaits, not a further talk.
You keep on talking about writing on the wall
I see a clumsy nagging dirty pain, standing rigid and tall
Pure scripture keeps shining still, the innermost surreal call
Why bother to alter the calligraphy? Invalid try after all.
Softer tones utter each word in a pure divine way
All that was confusing gradually get vanished away
Look there! Out there on the far-reaching greenery ….
Little souls are building heaven with crafted archery.
(A gifted poem to Austin Poetry Society)
Dearest Destiny,
20/20 isn't always hindsight
it's futures, enveloped,
stamped and delivered
upon foreign shores
no hesitations
even tho hesitations want a show
searing in the desire
a trusting tango touching fire
blackened
swans pendulate
finding that perfect pearl
spring is fall
summers shimmer, a moonlit ball
long kisses under street lamp skies
the blues fade to green then red
there's writing on the wall
signs, signs, signs
leading
worth repeating
back then forth
then back again
rising with the sun, her moon
stirring in the sugar
as sleep, the key, is still
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