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Nathan Kelly Poem
If I had a secret that I wanted to share with you
Dare you open your mind and let my creativity ensue?
I don’t build bridges with bricks, I hang them with rope
I can generate your fantasies and incubate your hope
Open the pages of my mind, reading the fiery words of my heart
Enter Pandora’s Box, and the epic journey will start!
Follow me down south, through the mirror of liquid glass
You’ll feel the calmness take over and watch the fear pass
What a wonderful feeling, letting your inhibitions go into the night
Now step forward onto the phoenix, as you drift into the light
This journey isn’t everlasting, you know that it comes with a price?
What? Did you think it was free? wouldn't that have been nice
Open your eyes from delusion, and friend you will piece things together
My name is Sam, Satan or The devil, that’s how I'll been known as forever!
OK, so I tricked you, with my words and devilish charm
What were you expecting? I’m frigging Satan dude, my job is sadistic harm!
You look at me with those puppy dog eyes, you realise you've lost all of your family ties
My head tells me to give you a second chance, double or quits is where my desire lies
Do you accept the new twist, on my board game that is your life?
I’ll take that hesitant nod as a yes, and commence this game of strife
Give me the name of a family member and they can take your place
However I will warn you, if you can’t then I win this twisted race
No! You scream, and that’s your final answer which I’ll have to take
Now I own not only your soul, but your families when they next shall wake
He took my hand and promised peace for my sisters and brothers
Now I’ve gambled with the devil and he owns my beloved others
The deal is now done and a fiery rain begins to fall
Burning me down to ash, disintegrating my world and all
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Nathan Kelly Poem
A Silver Fluidity, stronger than time
Crystal shatters against me, in my prime
I’m bulletproof, and echoes rebound
Piercing ricochet’s, transmitting the sound
I fell from Heaven, fast and strong
Into a world, endangered by wrong
I wasn’t a hero, just a moment of love
A second chance for humanity, sent from above
I’m a legend, a titan of Greek mythology
The body of an Adonis, the dream of muscology
I defend the greater good, and eliminate the hate
My methods far from clean cut, they’re an ethical debate
I was born Titanium, with a sword in hand
I can manipulate thunder, with a wave of my hand
I am Titanium, and the overlord is my enemy
The creator of greed, money and the impecunious amenity
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Nathan Kelly Poem
When the light of the sun begins to fall
Echoes of thoughts begin to ball
Drifting into a sleepless state
Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate
I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity
Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity
Children's laughter in a sadistic tone
This dream is a nightmare, far from home
The path I am walking........leads to a house
Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse
As the door creaks open a figure is revealed
I brace myself, my numbness is my shield
A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black
It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back
As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear
The face of my victim, my deepest fear
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Nathan Kelly Poem
Another week ends and here I am once more.
Friday evenings I sit, and my friend you pour.
I drink to the gods who delegate my fate,
a toast to a lover, a colleague or mate.
You are "The Barman" a legend in your own right.
You pour out the numbness, and soak up sins of the night.
Stories are your rubix cube, a toy to pass the time.
You listen with intent, a gate keeper in his prime.
This week was different, there was a twinkle in your eye.
You noticed, I noticed, and your smile was rye.
A glance to your hands, and I see the crimson of blood.
Your the legendary bartender, but are you evil or good?
The tales you've absorbed, full of hatred and love.
Which ones have you focused on, the flames or the dove?
Suddenly I notice the bar is now empty.
It's clear you are twisted, my one confession was plenty.......
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Nathan Kelly Poem
Shadows chasing shooting stars, the poets cry as they write the future.
Words begin to fall like rain, emotions flow between the wind.
The atmosphere evolves.
A beating heart peaking up beneath the pavement. Vines of green hug the pulsating instrument.
Flowers blossom to the sound, a bitter sweet symphony. Petals dance with pixies upon trees.
The night is singing.
The air is thick and the moon is watching, the glow of silver pours on down.
A kiss of crimson and the heart starts racing. Midnight lovers of the enchanted woods.
A candle burns.
The wax begins to drip upon the rose, the lovers kiss begins to part.
The dancers stop as the crescendo descends, silence for the beating heart.
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Nathan Kelly Poem
Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls.
I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls.
I burst out of the door into the streets owned by the night.
Shadows staring back dodging the lamps light.
I begin to walk down the urban corridor of uncertainty.
The workers of soul catchers carry out their shady activity.
I find myself in the empire of danger invoking pure photo-phobia
It's a small price to pay for escaping the mecca of claustrophobia.
As I reach the climax of the spiraling vortex tunnel.
I walk on tenterhooks as my problems funnel.
Facing me at the end of this path, is a door laced with remorse around it's edges.
The entrance to unknown stands out with a line of devoted pledges.
Those waiting and queuing are the damned and the lost.
As I drift towards them, I wonder how much my sin will cost.
For I felt the weight of the pressure and stress, forcing me into the light of shame?
For I was the puppet master, who poured onto me the petrol and drew the flame.
My moment of selfishness was a cardinal sin to myself and others.
lacking consideration, deprived of thought for my sisters and brothers.
That self indulgent cowardliness, has lead me to this final act.
A door beaten with the hands of the damned, regardless it's still intact.
As the number descends down to it's final member.
I stand there understanding my sin, bound to surrender.
Reaching out I grasp the golden handle, and turn it to the right.
As I push forward on the door and out bursts a green neon light.
My chance of escape has come to a halt, it's time for me to face the jury's end.
I stand by my plea of weakness and insanity, as into the court I descend.
A skeleton of the peril court rises with a verdict and answer.
The jury has decided I was overtaken by a vicious cancer.
The disease wasn't voluntary but they agree my cure wasn't correct.
My punishment is to fade into the man that never was, with immediate effect.
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Nathan Kelly Poem
Paint pots and magic at the stroke of a brush,
it’s the power of a picture for the lovers in lust.
The splashing of water and addition of choice,
it’s a musician’s beat, and the poets to rejoice.
Hungary caterpillars and the ladybugs dance,
it’s nature’s festival and the Devil’s mischance.
The warmth of summer’s night amongst a starry sky,
it’s the sparkle of lanterns drifting up to Shanghai.
The poets and the dreamers smear ink to the page,
it’s lyrical fluidity entwining a white witch’s sage.
The smells and the colours are a carnival of love,
it’s the power of family, drawing joyous tears up above.
Live in these moments and build memories to keep,
it’s time for our picture before we lose it to sleep.
So take my hand as we enter the tent to the light,
it’s an entrance to happiness and it’s just to your right.
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Nathan Kelly Poem
Here I stand facing liquid glass,
the flowing of the faces are haunting out my past.
Stepping through the mirror to face my pulsing fears,
I pass the corridor of the damned, and collect the angels tears.
The price of pain I caused is peeling away my face,
the features that catalyst the sorrow, are crumbling with pace.
My bright blue eyes become grey stone, and wrinkles invade the smooth.
The sands of time begin to rush, as the angels cries are soothed.
The scales of justice begin to balance, as retribution hangs.
I see the writing on the wall, and written red across my hands.
I find myself truly redemptive and understand my wrong.
The angels recognise my growth, and begin their final song.
Suddenly the corridor falls, baring an empty room.
It's the attic of the house I live in, my face is back in bloom.
The mirror holds a sheet of the future, a warning in advance.
I take my errors and correct them, and start my second chance.
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Nathan Kelly Poem
They said the sun would always,
rise up when it has set yet,
the shadows of the night just seem to grow.
My footprints keep on writing,
they tell the tale that’s passing,
but the storyline just seems to flow.
They said the journey was safe,
I lace my way through danger,
this was not the way it was meant to go.
I worked my way through forests,
climbing up the hills of Dante,
and my inferno was the snow.
Suddenly the snow was melting,
spreading out to a horizon,
the valley of the flowers began to glow.
Behind I heard the screaming,
in front I saw the colours,
my final choice was which way to go.....
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Nathan Kelly Poem
There I lay upon the curb, my heart still beating
An Icy breeze cutting through, my souls was fleeting
Looking up into the skies, I saw a flash of hope
The clouds divided into blue, and dangled down a helping rope
Rising up I start again, I'm fighting stronger
The music plays inside my head, this I remember
I use the melody to build my strength, I'm shining brighter
I lace deceit with the flammable truth, I drop the lighter
The phoenix rises from the flames, I see it's eyes
Exploded candles ignite the way, I hear it's cries
The path I walk leads to my home, a second chance
At the end one final trial, it's the devils dance
There it lay upon the curb, It's heart still beating
Reaching out I take my sword, It's life depleting
One final strike and a broken heart, death becomes her
The sun comes out and begins to beam, hope forever
Copyright © Nathan Kelly | Year Posted 2011
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