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Curtis Heisler Poem
Cold wind blows, Knowing no empathy,
Leaving none but the dead and hopeless,
Angel Angel from the sky,
Why do I feel, why did you die?
Angel angel are you noose-less?
Why do you cry "Oh Sympathy!"?
Among the eyes of my bewildered,
Along the cheaters and the judges,
Of those who start fires in your soul,
Who heal you to make another hole.
Do you bathe in the hateful sludges,
Of these damned and the unfiltered?
(sonovadog!)
Angel, Angel from the sky,
never rot, never die,
Never remember when to fly,
Never leave, but don't'chu stay,
Upon this alter you still lay,
not knowing what you have to say.
Never rot, never die.
Angel, Angel from the sky.
Holy Hell upon your fingers,
This feeling stays this feeling lingers,
(screw) these (gosh) damned Holy ringers,
Supposed saviors that save the liars,
Selfish (Fpeople) save highest buyers.
Upon your soul they feul the fires.
Hypocrites!
Angel, Angel from the sky,
never rot, never die,
Never remember when to fly,
Never leave, but don't'chu stay,
Upon this alter you still lay,
not knowing what you have to say.
Never rot, never die.
Angel, Angel from the sky.
See the light to fear the darkness,
Understand to love the heartless.
See the anger you can harness,
Turn your back on evil notions.
Oceans of unknown emotions,
Bring belligerent thoughtless motions.
Angel, Angel from the sky,
never rot, never die,
Never remember when to fly,
Never leave, but don't'chu stay,
Upon this alter you still lay,
not knowing what you have to say.
Never rot, never die.
Angel, Angel from the sky.
Silence from the suicidal,
The screams of words, not so vital,
Fall upon ears of the idle,
As listeners choose to ignore,
Who they love, forever more.
Who are these words really for?
Copyright © Curtis Heisler | Year Posted 2011
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Curtis Heisler Poem
Surrounded my millions of others,
and yet, still so alone.
Preachers call them my sister and brothers.
But, for me what have they done?
Other than judge and pick?
Steal my self respect,
with their thieving eyes.
My eyelids stick,
To what my soul would reflect.
As my heart rots, swarmed by flies.
I'll turn invisible, gouging my "soul windows",
Going deaf from words of the wiser.
Splitting the spine of myself and the world.
Hiding from your shunning vulture selves.
As my second half suddenly widows.
And my thoughts go through the dicer.
My hopes once straight, go curled.
I laugh as Satan eats Santa's elves.
How can you expect me to be sympathetic,
When you follow suit of the hatred.
Crying yourselves to sleep for reasons,
Reasons of which I'm empathetic.
as you put your moments to bed.
Thoughts polluting though the seasons.
I'll disappear. Be alone.
Be happy, in solitude.
Removed from the social backbone.
in solid state.
And live ...
In peace.
Copyright © Curtis Heisler | Year Posted 2011
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Polar opposites,
as all hope quits.
over oceans afar,
Under the same stars.
She silently sits.
My heart still ajar.
Accepting, hearing,
as I'm veering.
Actually listening.
eyes glistening.
I finally stop fearing,
Begin questioning.
I can finally leave,
my blade in his sheath.
Hopes are renewed,
healing things chewed,.
on this Friday's eve.
emotions so rude.
Sit in the back,
for things I lack,
but know you're here,
shedding many a tear.
Upon my mind you tack,
Hope is where you steer.
Copyright © Curtis Heisler | Year Posted 2011
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Do things of this demeanor get mirrored often?!
Has all of this been one lost hope after another?
I'm beginning to ask where the (heck) I've been!
These thoughts are all things that make me shudder.
Let me be, or hold me now,
Cause' I'm no longer (messing) around!
This betrayal I will not allow!
I feel my emotions have been bound.
Tell me you love me,
As your teeth rot out!
Don't you think I see?!
How do you expect me not to shout?
All this time I've thought of none but you and I,
All the whilst it seems you've been lying.
On this day of reckoning I feel I'm ready to die.
On these days of lies, I've been amongst the dying.
Fill me up, PLEASE!?
To drain me out,
I'm on my knees,
My pain has no doubt,
about the lies.
Behind the truth,
Of evil eyes,
And skin so smooth.
Don't forget to tighten my noose,
Don't you dare leave it loose!
Make it painless, make it quick,
Make me feel like I am sick!
Cut me open and drink me up,
Lock my heart inside you cup,
Oh please, PLEASE!! finish me,
I have nothing left to be.
I tried to remain belligerent,
I just didn't want to know.
But all this time your hints,
Seized to glimmer me a show.
Alas my angel,
I must say goodbye.
Intangible,
I've already died.
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Over cooked.
No one eats it.
It becomes a Mother.
A nurturing feast.
of Maggots.
At least it has more heart than you.
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Get the (freaking) hint,
or remain belligerent and happy;
Choice is yours.
Choose wisely,
or Point Blindly.
Choice is yours.
Choose wisely,
Or point blindly.
Why does my heart stop?
Beats wavering through me.
Tumbling me to the ground.
Knocking me over,
Forcing me to breathe.
Constantly trying.
Can't you see;
I'm (freaking) dying!?
Blade's from his sheath.
Death is my lover,
For compassion she has found.
Allowing me to be.
Cause' life's cards dealt me a flop.
It's all random....
It 's all random.
Choice is an illusion.
To put our minds to seclusion.
So choose wisely.
Copyright © Curtis Heisler | Year Posted 2011
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