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Eternal NightEvery night as I may sleep,
I dream a dream I never weep
And rise above the mountain steep
Every night as I may sleep
In my rest is always warm
Your heart beat still the last thing heard
And though I wish this may never end
I dread the waking mornings rend
In my sleep you still are near
And every night your voice I hear
And seek as I eternal night
Yet scarred anew by dawning light
Reminiscing nights gone by
As I would lay near by your side
To have those nights forever more
I'd sacrifice dawns golden shore
Each night I taste eternal bliss
And feel again your burning kiss
Yet stolen each day by waking light
I long for you and eternal night
UnbreakableMy internal genocide,led to the suicide of all the pain deep inside
it cant play dead anymore,against all my odds i have defied the death of my emotion
reborn into this world with the gift of pure sight,no more shadowed images screaming through me in the night
standing,but never alone,i see clearly now what i have always known,this is my legacy
it will be anarchy,but in a controlled burn,i will stand back,go against the stream,and watch the world turn
I get what i put out in return for freedom,a mission not so impossible
as i slide in between breaks in my glass,its unbreakable,im shatterproof,i was built to last
darkness becomes light,im all fight and no flight,i will take the risk,im not starving myself ive just chosen to fast
i will abstain from consuming the the pain that used to write the rules to my game
my actions now plot my course into what was a void,no longer a vacuum,its an explosion
of new paths for me to walk that the universe has chosen,i will not fade away,listen to its
The Prince of MarsOn the bare mattress, he trembles;
praying for his white knight to come back.
Devoured by the very thing he consumes,
his disposition now mimics the windows he's painted black.
No sunlight does he ever permit,
for it invokes the mischievous shadows that challenges his fight.
All reflections he forbids,
for fear of the stranger that triggers his fright.
The insatiable hunger makes him devoid of deference,
and he's willing to sell everything he owns.
All this for the few hours of heaven,
that can be bought with precious stones.
Borrowed WordsI have often read the sparking souls of rare, bold men.
They have fed me pointed words
running red with blood
and thunder, staining
everything I've said, everything
I have. Often read the sparking souls of dead old men,
their flaming, spitting thoughts.
When your tightened lungs are stirred
fill your throat with coughing birds,
put your thought into an overwrought mouth as
I have, often. Read the sparking souls of dead old men,
the trolls in their cluttered dens
surrounded by the scrimshaw bones
of ravished brides, of wasted wives.
Soapbox words scrawled across the same bodies
I have often bled the hearkening souls of. Dead old men
have led the red, hungry eyes
of Rottweiler boys
for years as they tramped through
foyers,foam dressing their blackened lips.
We have often fed the snarling souls of dead, cold men,
gone to bed with hot coal men
with lead in their veins.
Their words are a well
the world knows too well.
Too often have I read the sparking souls of red-coal me
Pure and DirtyMet a girl, told me she was pure -
Filled with hate,
for people she called dirty,
stained by past mistakes or joys.
Told her sex makes us
neither good nor bad,
that you should live not
for the misery of others,
but to be happy with yourself.
Cat PillarsOne morning the people of the crowded city noticed an arched pillar standing fourteen feet over the sand on the beach of theirs. It was discovered after the fruity night sky vanished and the seven different church bells one of them sprayed half black began to rang. The people and above all of them the Indian people were very curious. On the top of the pillar a cat was sitting, staring out into the wild and wise sea. A form for lunar module? A spacecraft the Indians said. At first. The second day another pillar had rose beside the other, but on top of this the peculiar cat stood and licked it paws.
Fear was not driven into their spiritual but still corporate city ways of living individual and responsible lives.
When they on day three woke up to the third and tallest pillar yet, where the cat was standing on the back of its feet and rose up to the sky people began to take pictures.
The fourth and last cat pillar came two days after number 3 and it was the lowest. The cat on the top was s
True GentlenessGentleness is not weakness.
It is not frailty.
It is not false humility,
Or saving face.
Gentleness is Strength!
It is virtue of speech and manner.
When careless lies and curses scatter
It stands like stone; rooted in its foundations.
Gentleness is Boldness!
It is not blind followings or idle tradition.
To be the stability of one’s beliefs
It is firmly set with experience and ardor.
Gentleness is Robust!
It is the ferocity of forgiveness.
When the world plots and whispers,
It breaks the bonds of vengeance.
Gentleness is Resolute!
It is the cornerstone of understanding
To embrace of what is unknown.
It is a willingness to learn, accept, and respect.
Gentleness is not a ‘woman’s‘ virtue.
It is not feebleness of mind or body
To be lauded over for unseemly stillness.
It is not a lack of force or incompetence.
Gentleness shames the mean.
Gentleness disdains the vulgar.
Gentleness disarms the unjust.
With the authority of simple truths and
Night Sight SeeingYelling through a crowd
that you hate your parents
act like a deterrence
To the people clean
Writing things like me
Am I right in thinking
That this compulsive drinking
Wraps your mind
And straps you tight
To all of this
Is the light still flickering
In your eyes
As you pass out
Preceded by violent blinking?
Yeah I guess you're cool
Rolling around in
what you ate at school
I'm sure you'll feel it
When you check your pocket
And realize your about
£100 down you fool!
Is it money well spent?
I bet the girls think you're
A real gent
But do they care what you're like outside
Or just your generosity
Right here at the event?
They don't even know your name
All too familiar with your game
I've watched a few like you
Believe me, you all end up
Thought DistilledThe music changes.
The dam before a river of thought breaks.
Emotions, desires and dreams escape down onto yet another page.
A brush stroke on a virgin canvas.
Raindrops in an ocean, they hardly matter.
The things I keep in my heart and in my head are both fluid and concrete, the stones as well as the river. Some break down as boulders into sand, while others flow onward...
to where, I don't know...
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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