And you just stood there
Watching happiness being poured by us
You just didn’t let us
Didn’t let us be
You had to envy the joy
And break the pleasure
Then why can I blame you?
You wanted joy yourself
And I pitied you
Wanted you to join us
But then the person than makes us we
Had to be become stupid
And perform a disrespectful move
And so we split
The bliss moving away, like a casting sunset
Melting into solitude
For well happiness and delight
Can not take place with only one person
And so we paused, waiting for something to happen
Until my disrespectful partner had to make a dishonorable move
Going to you, seeking forgiveness
Giving up hastily, and coming back to me
Foretelling lies and discussing one’s previous actions
And I shut him out just as you did
Pretty move, you could’ve got me with your magic
But time and time again
Took that away
Tuning friend into enemy
And almost being an enemy’s friend
That's what it does
And that’s what’s happening
When you have a paramount dream constantly unraveling before your consistently
welling blue eyes; when your rest is ever halted by the never ending murmurs of
abhorrent foes drowning your memories in a sea of won’ts; when you are able to
obtain every hollow shell of life’s bitter-sweet sustenance rather than your heart’s
true nourishment; when one moment filled with ten seconds of nightmare darkens
all 86,400 seconds a day of light; when your climb to the summit is exponentially
becoming steeper as your mind, body, and soul tremble beneath your infinitely
encumbering past shame; when you risk your future on a game of pitch and toss
and lose only to pick yourself back up and start again at your beginnings; when
everyone becomes a mental trauma instead of a lending shoulder; when you feel
destitute to be alone yet you keep pushing forward as if the whole world is in your
corner; when you are consistently beaten down time and time again; then and only
then may you see the potential GOD has bestowed upon you and proceed to
conquer the challenge of living up to it.
It is time for a vacation, one down by the sea,
with days filled with sun, and nights lovely,
Rolling waves and relaxing a deserving time it will be
enjoying the air of freshness, just John, Tom and me,
Tom is our only child, he's sweet at only three,
climbing on that hugh rock, bigger then many we see,
John is my love and life, the one I married, finally,
so many times he asked me, I thought we'd never be we,
John and I are watching Tom, he turns and waves happily,
we hold hands and move along watching him carefully,
Later we'll walk the shores gathering treasures lazily,
snapping pictures to remember our time down by the sea.
the time temple ticks and tocks
clocks on crooked crosses...like zits get popped
like consciesness floods...drowning doomed ones in defeat
tick tock...stop
the time temple breathes
at abomination alters mankind watches and waits...
shaken,spun,and stirred by hellacious hurricanes
seeking precious stones in jungles...thieves get invited to cannibal feasts
war drums bang forever in their damnation dreams
tick tock...stop
the time temple beats
through firey darts and flaming arrows...some still walk that path that's narrow
like iron eagles with silver wings and blood red feathers
chariots of chaos coming with terror
time tick tocks to the sights and the sounds
lost in labrynths the serpent hisses
shots from guns...blasting long but wrong...still missing
fractions of action and figments of all
the deaf,dumb,and blind never listen,look,or learn
tick tock...stop
the time temple burns
[email protected]
Opening of the gates
The non-existent waits
To judge your mortal fate
Among the human race
What’s the matter now?
Can you even tell?
When you dwell in evil
The devil sends a messenger from hell
--From hell…
Live your life the way you want
It’s time to show just what you’ve got
Fire burning hate in your heart
Or goodness playing a glorious part
--A glorious part!
But you chose to stray
To the dark where the shadows play
Complete the chain of decay
It’s time to pay, it’s time to pay
Time to take your place
On the maiden you create
Shackle you bones
And your flesh to the Iron Seat
--The Iron Seat
What’s the matter now?
Can you even tell?
When you dwell in evil
The devil sends a messenger from hell
Who’s the one to blame?
Now finish the malifical game!
And when it’s all over
You’ll pay the piper another soul to gain
Who’s your master now?
Now you have to tell
When you live your life towards a greater good
You’re replaced for someone else
Who’s the one to blame?
Just finish the damn game!
You were bad from the start
So play your part from beginning to the end
-Boz-
Its amazing how even the strongest of people sometimes find weakness. Needing the
assistance of another to help pull through a tough time is a process that all humans will face
from time to time. To need a another person isn't that one is weak. Its's just a time for the
strong to rest. to recharge and to heal. Rest is always in company of the assistant. We all will
rest and assist. So there are no weak people. Only those who rest longer and require more
assistance than most. Its like to say that something is normal. What's normal to someone
may be strange to another and What's seems strange to someone may be normal. So really
what is normal? Its just another way to categorize what we don't understand. Understanding
is security. Without security brings fear. To end fear we associate it to something we
comfort. Then it becomes a label. Its not right to do to a human being. We are not lifeless
objects. We have feeling, we have a mind, a soul. Whether or not anyone likes it , we ALL
need each other at one point. I don't see this as a time to prove anything to anyone. I see it
as a chance to get closer to someone in the hopes to gain a life long friendship.
Hanging on for dear life wind blowing him too and fro,
Already changed colors but not wanting to let go.
The time is right the season is here,
The time to let go and try again next year.
But this time something is different, this time something is wrong,
Something doesn’t feel right, something doesn’t belong.
He knows the time is right that it should happen now,
But something deep inside him keeps him from falling to the ground.
He doesn’t understand it, it doesn’t make since,
This is the way it should be it hasn’t changed one bit.
Then all of a sudden deep inside him, he feels the time is right,
He doesn’t want to miss it for the sake of his life.
He finally does it and just let’s go,
The wind begins to take him and carry him with the flow.
Back and forth, up and down,
Around this and around that now heading for the ground.
“This is your stop this is where it ends,”
The wind tells the leaf as he smiles and then grins.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/04/2009
One fine evening,
about a year ago from today.
I had attempted to take my own life,
which ended up breaking and jumped a bout' -
- as if it wanted to play.
I took bottle after bottle,
A pill after pill.
My heart started racing,
And time seemed to be standing still.
I try to close my eyes tight,
but viciously woken up by the sound of gongs.
and to my surprise,
Two men, sitting across from each other with a chess table in front of them.
I figure that the two must be the ones,
I figured that my time had come.
And every so often they'd both look at me and speak in tongue,
The chess game went on, and the battle for my soul had begun.
It must of been hours,
but really only minutes.
The game was now getting real close to Its end.
The chess board was almost missing both player's pieces,
This game was to much for me, I couldn't bare to see who'd win.
So I ran out of the house, Down the street, and ever sense,
I've never seen those two, ever again.
Sitting, I turn and stare
through a window clear.
All the color of what
was summer grass
is gone.
All I see now is snow.
No clouds in sight to see.
A sound of quietness
fills my space.
I draw closer
to the window
to watch the snowflakes fall.
Condensation takes over
on the cold window,
I've warmed with my breath.
The beauty takes over
the moment and I grow
lost in time.
I spend a lot of time here
gazing out this window.
I feel so warm inside yet
frozen in time as I stare
out the wintery window.
In the town of Dozier,
An old woman does reside,
She doesn't like exposure,
So she stays locked up inside.
She watches from her attic window,
As you briskly walk by,
Her black cat upon her lap,
He gives you an evil eye.
Her house is very run down,
There are weeds everywhere,
Vines growing up the walls,
You should never stop and stare.
It is the time of Hallo,
A time to reap the crops,
A time when some go missing,
A time of many teardrops.
It is said she has no heart,
She lives on blood alone,
She never is seen outside,
Some say she is never gone.
But when the moon has crested,
Above the mountain sky,
We think that she has vested,
In the soul of a witch nearby.
For on these nights,
There come eerie sounds,
When the moon is just right,
No one clowns around.
Little kids they do go missing,
They just disappear,
Dogs never heard barking,
Just why, it is never clear.
So when you visit our little town,
We will be glad to see you here,
Keep a close eye on your kids,
You have nothing else to fear,
Maybe.
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