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The Angels SingThe Angels Sing
The clock struck noon on this hallowed day.
At my side is where my wife will lay.
Her face, so beautiful, a smile, so divine,
Will never be seen again in this time.
The loathing within is I know to be damned,
But should I ever let go of her hand?
This heart may breathe or it may burn.
When the pain subsides, maybe I can learn
The angels sing on this hallowed day
For a new member has come into their way
Life RenewedLife Renewed
Blossoming fields of endless grief and sorrow,
Sewn by a silent wraith, unguised,
Bear the fruits of the waning sunlight
Whilst this heart slumbers again.
In reflection of the moon, yearning to awaken soon,
Overhead, stars simply frozen in their place.
Darkness claims to envelop the land,
To wrought the fears of reprimand,
We've brought this fate upon ourselves.
But even in the spilling of the blood,
Hidden in desires lied not as love, but of lust,
The ability to change lies dormant and weeping,
And a sparkling hope still glimmering dim.
Shown by a reflection in the water,
May my ripples, this image erase.
In a whisper of the wind, whisps away a voice to mend,
Proving that nothing can be done to find serenity.
Kneel by my side and gather your courage, kill the pride,
Alone eludes the strength to stand.
To break the bonds on high, to break the bonds of night,
To sing this song of peace, to ring of sweet release,
Take wing, and dance with me upon the midnight sky
The Fifth ElementSeek out the sea
Sight beyond the shore
One element and another three
Within to look you'll find one more
Never The Same AgainShattered tears,
And bloodshot eyes;
And a broken mind.
All because he
He caused this pain;
But he can hurt me no more
Washed away like rain.
Then why do I feel like,
Like nothing has changed.
He'll never go away
I'm haunted all the same.
And blood soaked sheets;
No more fears,
Only broken dreams.
A Daily GrindSlackened views
In dusty shoes
A trample to the sound
On gavel, just a civil judge
A hammer slamming down
Of penitence, atoning time
And probing of your worth
A muddy haze through lazy days
As water is to earth
A number issued
Stole a name
As in these days it must
In population's upward climb
Of bearing dawn till dusk
A rebel in a wayward soul
Meanders down the road
A pressing search for pots of gold
A shoulder's heavy load
Domesticated pots and pans
Hung gleaming in their rows
Tired feet and dishwash hands
As children age and grow
Work through the rain
Past soiled weary sights
Production carries through the day
Till five o'clock at night
Pens are pushed
Down many page
And clocks are watched most oft
Calculations buzz in air
But every soul
To what they do
Must spend a time in sleep
And travel through a land of dreams
Subconsciously to keep
ZealOh, the grand and boastful
Lies that devour us all!
Never to sever ties with the hopeful,
Nor delouse the segregated downfall …
Of the mass strings of refuse,
Choking on the mouthfuls
Of loose commentary, and we lose …
A precious token from a handful of fools.
Decadence and decay
Destroying the lives of our youth.
Turn your head, look away,
For the sight is much too uncouth.
Destruction of the individual,
The masses claim equal right.
Answering to a lost call,
The screams unheard each absent night.
Dusting off the canopy
Topping paths far gone from time.
Awaiting fair agony
For dutiful and unkempt crime.
Cries from the monasteries
Awaken us from dreams we dare not lose!
The churches and the sanctuaries
Drive us not from the temptations we seek and choose.
A pleasant overdrive
Is all that is left of ourselves.
Plant, succeed, and thrive!
Climb those pestilent, sticky shelves.
For ours are not lives we chose to live.
Our choices are cliff dives from
Forsaken mountains, a ch
Walk In My ShoesThat crazy girl
What’s with her head?
She’s shining one moment
Then clams up as dead
She’s talking to someone
A ghost we can’t see
He mustn’t be real
Just a sad fantasy
Her lover has left
Now she cannot move on
Her mind has built fears
Where they do not belong!
But he’s there and he’s real
And he won’t go away
Though mostly, these days
In the shadow he stays
But this week he revealed
He came out of the thick
Someone was getting
Too close to his chick
Old friends, they know
They’ve seen the games
This pattern has played out
Time and again
She thought it was over
She thought she was free
But that sweet delusion
Is the real fantasy
He leaves her sweet songs
Would you like to hear?
Then tell her that she has
No reason to fear
Some moods are natural
Some are induced
There is nothing but sorrow
When love turns to abuse
MemoriesI open the book,
sitting next to the dim lamp.
I stare at the page,
unseeingly, in a daze.
The dim lamp lights the dead face.
Been contemplating, as I walk
That maybe, it’d be best to talk
Inside my head, and not aloud
The birds are such a chilling crowd
To sneer upon me as I stroll
As if I claim each grassy knoll
As if each pond were owned by me
I don’t assert such majesty
In certain circles, certain friends
No one admits the awful trend
Of speaking to themselves alone
Except for me, but then they groan,
“Have you gone daft, or simply dumb?
You’re making fools of everyone
Someone could hear you, silly twit
So kindly put a sock in it!”
Forgive that less poetic line
Somehow, I feel I’m wasting time
But then again, that’s how I feel
When I converse with nothing real
And paint my shadow on the ground
These simple habits yet astound
The people who will not pretend
To see my dear, imagined friends
Been contemplating, as I dream
That maybe, it’s not best to seem
A different soul, compared to most
Perhaps it’s best to be a ghost
Copper and Gold LeavesCopper and gold leaves, A
Tussled gently in the breeze. A
Brings me to another time, B
A child’s mind. B
Through the rushing whispers in the trees. A
Forest hear me please? A
Bring me back in the wake of C
That place. D
When life brought euphoric love C
And not disgrace. D
Bring me in the wake of C
My space, D
Where chilled winds from above C
Caressed my flushed face. D
Bring me back in the wake of C
Those times, E
Where I can hear F
The windswept chimes. E
They wring so clear F
Till dense future comes to impede H
My memories, G
Causing them to recede H
Beneath life’s newly fallen leaves G
Three SwordsI have three words,
I shall tell the Lord.
So I stand by the Gourd,
and lay down my swords....
Sword of Strength:
In life and your troubles,
your power can make rubble,
on Life's bubble.
Fight hard and long,
For Victory's song...
you deserve to ring the gong.
Sword of Intelligence:
It's much more than you know,
greater than it's foe.
You can ignore greed,
stand and lead,
and stop the Devil's deed!
it can lead to evil's lair,
if pushed to a dare.
So have caution my friend,
as you use the bend..
that can destroy or mend.
Sword of Humor:
In times of dark and despair,
you bright up my fair.
You shed sunlight,
through dark's night.
How can dark stand a chance,
with your laughter and dance?
It leaves it in a trance!
After you claim victory,
it goes down in history.
Every detail to it's mystery.
With these three swords,
go far, forward....
When I was alone, as one,
These eyes were stripped blind, as you could see,
Under skies lit with a radiant bright blue brilliance
I could never behold.
When I was alone, as one,
This heart was laced within ice, so cold to the touch,
Under white wind whispering sweet melody
While I could never behold.
Let the harmony ring a fleeting, singing breeze
Under these skies dimmed through starless nights.
Rain your innocence upon me,
Grant me a reason to be,
Save me while there's still something left to save.
I'm not as strong as you believe,
I need you just as you need me, but for now...
Sleep well, my lovely orchid.
Blossom in your sweet dreams,
and come to accept this as the truth in our reality.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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