You may want to be famous,
But I don't deserve this..
So leave me behind,
And follow your dream.
But don't you dismiss, the way things could be.
Born to be a follower,
You can not lead your life.
Falling into the dust,
Of other peoples lies.
Forever was there waiting,
But you passed that offer by.
So forever's gone forever,
I sadly sing these lines.
You may want my heart,
But you've lost that forever,
So shut this ruinous door,
And scream your goodbye.
This weight off my chest, it's gone for the night.
I may be a slave,
I may be a bird in a cage,
I may be just one
But I am me,
And I am here,
With wings to fly
And words to fear,
I stand before you,
Bringing you a bouquet,
That you may smile
To brighten your day
Oh, beautiful rose,
A smile sweeter than day
Lighten my hour,
This day forth,
With each passing
Moment, I am re-born
Take my hand,
And come, walk with me.
There he is, there he dwells; be ever wary of him.
Do not think that all is well; must not be conquered, by sin.
You must watch; truth be told; He is ever, watching you.
You may try, to be brave and bold; your family will also die too.
You may chance upon his tower; Man shall kneel, become forever humble.
And deeply suffer his awesome power; your tongue, your words, shall become a mumble.
You may dream, think, and wonder; Begin to ask brothers, why?
But these are men, can’t even ponder; the reason of a woman’s sigh.
Then I searched, pondered, and looked for; the answer, to let me break free.
Freedom; I crave, nothing for more; Then I was, I could see.
Then I knew that he must fall; He must be humbled, thrown off.
All have come, together in call; they were stern, none were soft.
Then we left, marching to tower; Men make ready, for the coming end.
Prepare to make him cower; all was still, grass didn’t bend.
There he was, yet meek, without care; anguished beyond any cry.
Dead yet alive, more than despair; His crown rolling on by.
Turned to me; quiet as night; Sad, angry all from sin.
Began to fade in the light; I cried, he was my only kin.
Bless your precious heart
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Bless your precious heart
I know it’s never
easy losing someone
That kept the essence
of your
being alive and living
But now that they are gone
You may no longer feel like
you are living or breathing
And that’s not very
difficult to understand
Because we have all lost
a dear
loved one from time to time
And that’s why you must find
The inner strength to carry on
And if you no longer
have none of your own
The good Lord will
provide you with the
strength
that you may need
by giving you
his shoulder to lean on
So that he can help
you get through
the most difficult times
Because he is always there for you
through
the good times and the bad times
As he always will be until the very end
Sometimes moving on is hard
There’s so much past to disregard
But if you look real close to see
You’ll recognize the beginning about to be
It may be sorrowful or may seem sad
But, that’s not to say that all is bad
For if you dare to take a closer look
You’ll find the happier things mistook
It’s not about being a mother or being a wife
But about being more to yourself in life
It’s okay to be scared and it’s okay to cry
But, sometimes the best thing is to say good-bye
*** For Lanine
I
Boastfully, I regret no deeds,
my sins are minor, lame, and weak.
These children, though born dead, are strong,
like a necromancer, I make them dance.
Machineries, and wretched whores,
all linger midst my core's hollow depths.
So violent, I reproach their names,
like demons, they return the favour.
Silence now, no not a sound,
save for my gears, grinding gold.
A littany, these vicious lines,
meant to be enjoyed in Death.
So let me sleep, wake me not,
the Grave is my truest home.
Quietly, I shall decay,
and I will become my art.
II
Burn this body, this sinful cage,
bound to Earth's pleading ways.
My soul is chained within,
the keys just out of reach.
Pleasantries, I crave emotion,
intoxicated, I find them here.
Cells may rot, the better then,
so that the soul may roam.
Spread the ashes near and far,
somewhere left unseen.
Not valiant, not brave,
I am the Coward's King.
So still my heart of violence,
let the impurities flow.
Diminish all your foolish laws,
this soul belongs to me.
Earthquakes or volcano eruption,
Famine or flood
Are some of the natural calamities
Which cannot be stopped by any human ability.
In earthquakes houses and property are destroyed.
In volcano eruption lava is erupted.
In famines flood is not found,
In flood water reaches up to the
unlimited bound.
Rain, wind, sun and cold,
Are four gifts from God!
These may be helpful or may perish
In human life's relish.
Such are the calamities of nature-
They may be destroying some lives
also in the future.
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