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Ragged blue cuts through midni MaskRagged blue cuts through midnight black,three lines styled after the beast within.Cold amber, jaded and hard,bright eyes that burnyour very soul.A shapelessmouth; wordless and silent.Neither salvation nor mercy,only the damning silencefor the condemned.The left eye; underscoredwith a single triangulated tear,defiantly white.“An eye for an eye, but I don’t need to see,who needs eyes motherfucker I can feelyou bleed!”Bleed.Silent damnation in that amber glass,No mercy will fall from these lips.Bleed.No expression for this mask,Say something!Bleed.
Song of HealingDay to night, dark to light,Fall the sands of time.Let the years like the gearsOf a clock unwindIn your mind walk through timeBack to better days.Memories, like a dream,Wash your tears away.Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.---Cast away your old faceFull of gloom and spite.With this mask I will askTo borrow your light.
The WorldThe World ( 1990's )Life is a joy to me.Life fills me with glee.I love the things I see.Life is...poetry.What wonderful things surroundus if you stop and look.Try and see it for yourself,instead of reading of it in a book.But I have to say this although the poem it may change.The people of this Earth are very very strange.Some people on this planet are very very deranged.Some countries want to kill and maimjust so if they win, they'll get a little fame.This world used to be great.The time to fix is over, it's really too late.We have to start over, fresh and anew...Destroy almost everything and leave just a few.We need a good leader, someone who doesn't suppress.When I think of who we have, it makes me depressed.War hungry mongers, waiting to strike.Someone ought to tell them to take a long hike.People want change, they want freedom and peace.But they look to the wrong powers for this kind of release.They look to the governments to unite the nations and hea
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.For twelve years I have wantedto do exactly this, but suddenlypronouncing my own name calls upthe question of who it belongs toin the same breath LikeSolomon I was born a singerbut in the wrong key and mychords will not carry me, will notsummon the wolves to me onlypacks of hungry dogsstupid with domesticationbut nearly feral And likea hungry ghost I have learnednot to speak against thosewho will give me food 2. A sketch of myself. He says I must have been bornin the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste ofthe crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,and suddenly I open my wide arms forNew Orleans, find myself needing the wind fromthe Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spiritof the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plantof burnt umber, brown, ready and waiting likesage bushes, like the hill you go to that is bestfor collecting jun
Orgasm Finding YourselfPearls of love slide down my legBlood pumping hard and fast through my headThe euphoric feeling takes full controlThe heat from this pleasure touches my soulEyes dilate and hands start to shakeOut of breath and body vibratesMuscles tense so tightLike I've gone in to shockThis second feels so rightI never want to stopThen words can't explain the feeling that comesSpirit and body finally becomes oneFocus comes back and pulse rate slows downThen the pearls become rivers that soak my night gown.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.Books filled with black letters,etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.Veering us from the big picture...the one we fail to paint ourselves.Our fists much too busy with fights,that we are bound to lose.Too occupied in line waiting,for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...but we only enclose each other in small roomswith nothing but old laptops.Missing keys,Oh!How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...Which letter could it be?To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.There's no break for this lonely man,heaving every breathe of stale airinto my overused lungs...Living in confined walls of fleshheld up with brittle paper-mache bones.Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Dark poetryBLOODLUST!A sword into my flesh I thrust.HATE!The only emotion I now create.How else should I feel?Death begins to appeal;The only one I ever could truly love,I can no longer talk to.My path is blocked by an iron glove,Balled into a FIST,Of violence,Of tyranny,Of all the madness,Evil,And cruelty,Of humanity.Life is unfair,But all the borders and boundaries of it to break I constantly dare.This face of indifference I wear,Veils all the pain,The madness,The hate,The fear,The sadness,And all other forms of anguish,That I feel I will always bear.I feel both murderous,And suicidal.A life so marvellous,Has been stripped from me without trial.I should have known it was only temporary;Ive always lived this life in misery.All this madness,And sadness,I am caused by humans,Makes me want to die.BUT I WILL TAKE THEM DOWN WITH ME!Ohne dich, so muja, my life is hardly worth living.I am nought but a soul in torment,And misery,Constantly.
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AngelsAngelsthey cry tears of joythey guard us from harmseraph fights for the almightyarchangels fight for earthangels are all around usthey cherish the world