His eyes stare up at me,
yet I feel nothing.
No remorse, no fear,
no dizzying high, no soul tearing low.
The numbness is pain enough.
A life draining through my fingers
or a heart stopping in it's chest.
It's all the same to me,
another face to go with the others.
I wash his life from my hands
and I think of how much blood I've poured down the sink.
But when I look in the mirror
my reflection just stares back.
Empty...
I'm alone in what I do, it's better that way.
Nobody to explain my actions to,
no phone call to be made if I'm late home from work,
no mouths to feed or children to clothe.
But what makes a man kill another man?
Power? Maybe.
Control? Possibly.
The ability to decide a man's fate? Perhaps.
Life or death is such a simple choice.
Why do I do it? Simple.
It's the only thing I've ever been good at.
Do you like me?
Do you like the way my lips part when I smile
Would you come for tea and stay a while
Do you like the scars of the past and hope they have healed
Or the bruises on my knees from where thousands have kneeled
Do you like my souls beautiful glow as it's trapped inside
And my mind awakening as it goes for a ride
Do you like my fingertips and how they bleed to remember
The crisis that went on last December
Do you like my eyes and their alluring disguise
Pulling you into my own demise
Do you like my chest and how it breathes you in
In this twisted game of life I have yet to win
Do you like my tongue and how it moves for you
In all my life you could never call me untrue
And do you like my heart and how strong it's been
Putting up with all this nonsense all over again
So do you like me
I'll never really know
I'll just wait until you say you have to go
THROUGH THE WINDOW
When we are touching through the window where I see you,
it's just emotion, but such emotion!
you look into tomorrow where you think you're going,
and maybe wonder about what I am not showing.
when I can feel you through the window and I know you,
it's just emotion, but such emotion!
sometimes you see me through the window, where I'm crying,
and if I said I didn't love you, I would be lying.
and when you reach me through the window, I know you know me,
it's just emotion, but such emotion!
and I would give my life to have the right show you,
and I would give my life if time was right to know you.
but windows keep you far away although I see you,
it's just emotion, but such emotion!
and so I say some prayers for you and your pursueing,
and through the window this is what I will be doing.
.
2012...It's almost here, I wonder what will take place?
What I fear is the annihilation of our human race!
2012...Will the sun fall from the sky and destroy all life on the planet?
Come Dec. 21, 2012, I don't want to die, but this waiting, I can't stand it!
2012...I wonder what we'll see, I guess anything goes.
But what will be cool to me is actually seeing some UFO's!
2012...Will other life forms appear and look like you and me?
Will giant beams come from the atmosphere and then we are history?!
2012...I think these events will take place and we'll be living among the Martian men.
So keep your eyes towards space for the Mayan Calender is about to end!!
*Note: Wrote for Gareth James contest "2012"
Dream within a dream; don't stay long
Real life slows, but mind keeps aging
The feel of falling, wakes you strong
Dream within a dream, don't stay long
Consciousness knows, there's something wrong
Memories break...song is staging
Dream within a dream; don't stay long!
Real life slows...but mind keeps aging...
I am born in this world, but I know not why;
Yet is a plan of mystery, a project in the mind of God.
He is holy and I ought to be holy,
I am His property, and He's my Eternal Designer,
He hath made me in His Image, and I ought to reflect His,
He hath made the world for me, and I ought to live for Him,
He's the ONE dwelt awhile on earth in flesh,
And I ought to know this mystery in which my credits lie.
His plan of redemption is the grand project,
And my life for Him ought to be my credits.
But where do I stand with my'credits'?
I have no virtues on my part as engulfed in desires,
I dream on earthly 'values' gripped in fear,
I lay projects on my own; but crumpled in debits.
I reap failures with my self-styled ideosyncracies,
For I deny the Truth of the Eternal Engineer.
How can I earn credits if I incline myself to myself,
And forget the statutes of the Maker of the Life Project?
My pains will turn joy if I add my projects to my credits,
My failures will turn success if I do my projects without debits.
What if my projects are done in selfish motive?
So, here lies the way to escape debits without Self, but with HIM.
An unforeseen future
Nestled somewhere in time
Unsuspecting victims
No warnings
No signs
Creeping along the sides
Tick tock
Tick tock
The bells run off
And the clocks stand still
The ground shakes
And the sea roars
These are the powers of time
Hour and minute hands
Ticking away
Each second that goes by
Something happens
A new life is born
A life is lost
Let us join
Hand in hand
And hope that time
Will be on our side
It came to me as a complete surprise
Like finding out my own signature was a forgery
Or like getting sued for slander of my own name
When I wrote my auto-biography under my alias
Or finding out my own life story
Was considered plagiarisms because I lived in my own world
Concocted from bits and pieces of everything I liked.
As shocking as it was to me
And everyone around me who knew I didn't forge anything
And that Lydia Wyverne was the same as I
And that my life story was nothing but truth,
I continued on with it
Because love isn't supposed to make sense anyway.
Painting life
Trapped and bound inside his majesty castle
Brightly shown need of purify
Not in the sake one glory
Extracting life out of misery
Tranquility unto turmoil souls
Unveil true identity
infinite ability
Remedy for unseen wound
Lonely path
god and statues
journey of one soul
Passage of mystic and unknown
Reconstruct ….
Unseen wound
Saint and sinner
Bless yet doom
Cost of nature
Necessity to sacrifice
On every path of life
Blesses souls who tasted life…
May 6 09
(if its a poem then am dreamin )
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I feel your breath upon my skin
Causing shivers from within.
You whisper in my ear
That there is nothing to fear.
Your blood red eyes
Tell me those are lies.
My life is about to disappear
Yet I still stand here.
I do not want to lead a life
That causes dischord and strife
But I cannot move a muscle
Even though I need to hustle.
I do try to leave you
But you already knew
What I would try to do
Your side to me you drew.
My cries go unheard
My pleas seem absurd
Most exquisite pain
When teeth pierce my vein.
I am rooted to the spot
And no longer try to plot
My very own escape
As a new plan takes shape.
As he drinks my blood
New thoughts begin to flood
Thoughts of life eternal
And now being nocturnal.
I feel a brand new strength
One that goes on at length.
I smell blood and fear
Yet rules I must adhere.
No longer can bear the sun.
Can lift more than a ton.
Have the power of speed
And to Enthrall if I so need.
I am no longer mortal.
I am a glorious immortal.
What here has transpire?
I am now a Vampire.
I find your will to live unclear;
you move without your own consent;
though, to my motion you adhere:
with that, my friend, are you content?
You have no features to discern;
yet, for the denizens who try
to diagnose your form, you turn
invisible to all but I.
At times, not even I can tell
if you reside beneath my mass,
your stubborn dusk commixed with wells
of shade that every object casts.
But sure enough, you tightly clinch
my heel, the vertex of our pact;
like ink, you empty inch by inch
onto the ground, with bond intact.
Am I to fear the day we part?
What would I lose if it should come:
the mortal feelings in my heart,
my sense of equilibrium?
I find it rather hard to deem
the value of your cryptic guise;
however, it would surely seem
your umbrage doesn't harbor lies.
If it is temper that you yield,
then by all means display your shade:
my flesh shall be your house and shield,
my spirit, your substantial blade!
I will not live this life in vain,
the life that you refined for me.
My friend, will not you please remain
the shadow of my entity?
His eyes were on the suspect,
as often as they were on the body,
he was the first on the scene,
and it felt like a very bad dream,
the suspect’s expression was that of the insane,
he shot the man in the chest,
and shot himself accidently, just the same,
he bleeds though, while the other dies,
self defense first, or insanity he’ll try,
he would with an occasional muttered word,
and with little voices in his head that he heard,
express remorse,
he was caught at the crime scene,
keeping that in mind of course,
the shot was real, but the reasons lay hidden,
in the dead man’s mind,
as life faded,
and death shaded
the truth.
The policeman shuddered,
because a crime took place,
and now he’s dealing with a poker face,
as the insanity card would sure be played,
only if life hadn’t fluttered,
and life would have stayed,
now he’s stuck with a crime,
and he’s running out of time,
but he should have been more commanding,
demanding,
or he would not have been standing,
over this sudden tranquility,
now everything is lost,
through all this invisibility.
Painless red lines fill my arms.
Emptyness is my life as I slice.
Everythings a mystery it has no name just "phsyco" that's what they call it.
I cut cause my life is like being in HELL....