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Descent Into Shadows

What if I told you that I was weak
Eyes bleak;couldn't reach even the companion I seek
What if I told you I was insane
Riding in the pain; Bonnie and Clyde stunt till no part of me remain
What if i said that I was falling
Darkness calling; funeral dirges echoing from the night until the morning.
Space and time couldn't bring it down
Til you shot through the defence ;holding it by the throat snuffing the life it had.
The arrow I sent to the skies wishing it all the best
Has reversed with an increasing speed until it hit it in the chest.
Dim glow;blood flow
Eyes wide; soul go

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The Search

I saw God 
Over a shattered mirror
Fragments of my mind 
Echoes of spoken promises

I saw God again
In the depths of the pool
Crystal clear,ocean blue
Bubbles of the swimming pool

I did not see God
On the walls
Painted with the blood and tears of men
Adorned with the sacrifices of withered hands

I saw God 
In the tears of a lamb
Innocence etched in his crushed eyes
Bleats of pain,of crushed pain

I saw God 
But who is he?

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An Ode To Timeless Beauty

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Skin bright,eyes shine brighter than the noon's ray.
A smile that gladdens the heart of a weary stranger,
And causes death to sigh in envy.

Shall I compare thee to the volcano?
The eyes of molten magma.
Piercing stare that melts the heart of the proudest man,
And the face that consumes one with awesome delight.

Shall I compare thee to the brightest star?
For your skin shines like the angel that you already are.
A face that causes the gloomy hell to shine bright,
And my stony heart,to leap in fiery delight.

What else shall I compare thee to?
For your beauty is greater than the diamonds too.
And your sunny face,
A testament of nature's ways.

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The Human Condition

In the mirror of this world
I see a face that is not my own
A stranger,dripping tears of blood
And cast with impunity to the very depths of hell

Dwelling in the haunted shadows
Cursed to wander this accursed world alone
Forbidden to love,hate a name to be embraced
Lest you fall asunder in the bosom of a friend

The horrors of living oft in a void
Seeing the evils that man doth did alone
Flesh eat flesh,blood cast and trampled in mud
Power and fame,the price of one's soul to sell

The world, a place where evil grows
Birth to death birthing a cycle of woe
Preaching of godless men yet hearts unfazed
Man or fiend,both journey towards the same end

But is this all there is 
Is the hope of men like the a burnt wood
Is life a brutal endless cycle
That death is but a welcome reprieve

Nay,but there is a cycle of love and peace
There is the end  of all that is good
A greeting that ends with a smile
And a deed of which is hope revived.

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The girl with the looking glass

The girl with the looking glass
  Is walking down the stairs
 Daintly steps,happy lass
 A girl with zero cares

The girl tumbles down 
 The scene a little sad
Knees hurt, torn gown
 Away goes the joy she had

The girl with the looking glass
 Happy as the sun
Is besmirched with the event past
Lips brushed,all happiness gone

The girl with the looking glass
Is cursed with the fate of a broken glass

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Silent Night

We remember

That night of horror
When the future was stamped and the cogs were slain
When the execution ground shone red with blood
The blood of the helpless cogs

We remember the horrors
Gunshots like fireworks 
The cries of cogs like wolves in the night
As devil's favourite demons feed on raw flesh

We remember the depressed winds
The howling of the tortured winds
The breeze of grief. Of cold steeled grief.
As the cogs kneel with tears in their cheeks
Hands grasping the blood stained shield
Songs of hope in their trembling lips.
Fire! The only noise from the blood crazed hunters
As more cogs fall on the blood soaked floor.

Mother's in pain
Father's groaning inward
Siblings gathered around the dining table
Waiting for the blood filled dinner plate.

We remember the silence
The blood thick silence
The howls of the winds
As it whispers "gory" "gory".

We Shall Not Forget.

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The Mockingbird

A melodious tune in the morning
Floating in the morning breeze
An artist on the stage
The genius of the skies
Day by day the sound drifts through our doors
Orchestrated by an all knowing creator
The heavenly acapella
A wonder to behold
Till I heard the voice no more
Waited in vain for weeks
Why is the artist away
Was all I could say
Then I heard it again
Voice strained as it sang
Eyes hung as it wallows in isolation
The mocking bird in it's cage

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The dying moon

The moon hangs low 
It's light a gray hue 
The lonely moon
A reflection of the melancholic sky
The darkness it brings
Borne out of man's fear
 It travels alone on its journey
Stormy parts and lightening thieves
Each night a battle
Between darkness and light
And it seems like darkness has won
And the light is gone
For where the moon was
Is now a grave of leaden clouds

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The tale of the whistling sock

Asleep in the bottom drawer
A place I now call home
I hear a voice call my name
"Sockie, Sockie" where are you 

I am here
I seem to yell
But my voice was muffled
By rolls of clothing hell

I listen to the frustrated grunts and growls
Doors slam 
The smell of brewed coffee
I guess it's early in the morning 

I try to stand 
Alas,held by the cuffs of clothes
A wretched ordeal 
That I could not foresee

Till I had an idea
So mad it's genius
I used my little lips 
And I began to whistle

Till at last it got to you
And then you brought me out
I'm here to rescue you Sockie
Was the last word you said

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The Outcast

An outcast
An outlaw whose only crime was to be finally free
Demons screaming in his ear
Voices so loud that passersby could hear if they were near
Daunting spirits. Recycling his hopes and shredding his dreams
He so much craved the elixir of life.
Wanted to be fine and hear the torments no more 
The sleepless nights. The solemn silence.
The echoes of doubts. The piercing cries. 
He wanted to shut the jaws of fear
Wanted to close the bridge of hurt and recurrent rejection.
Want to scream out the pains of visiting dismay
So he mixed the toxic drink
Brewed it into a smearing concoction
And he,with hands trembling,took the perfection mixed juice.
And then felt himself slowly drifting away
Then he knew that he was finally free .
But was he??