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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
GrayscaleWhen our young eyes were bright with life,
We saw the world in black and white,
But our naïveté faded away,
And now we see the shades of gray.
20 years or 20 mishapsyou are
sexed in a thought
without the action
your belly grows
white as the years
eat me eat me swallow
me whole, spit out the
bones and relish
didn't anyone ever tell you?
didn't anyone ever warn you-
i am thick as water
when it sinks to
you can see
to my insides,
they used to
boil when i danced.
you used to
compliment my hair,
you used to grab my hand
and call me angel
or 20 mishaps?
it's hard to tell
it's hard to care
I ruined myself for relationshipsYou all remember
a time when you were sixteen
and a little insecure ;
we watched them,
kissing passionately in the middle of the street,
mushing their faces in the train station,
licking each other out on the dance floor.
And we were jealous.
We all want to be held tight
touched like we're more tempting
than a double chocolate cake.
I don't know if I do,
What I liked most about us,
were the way we kissed,
closed-lipped, soft and innocent
and the way you touched me
like I'm more precious
than my body weight in gold
could ever be.
What am I to youWhat am I to you?
Am I brother a son a friend?
Am I a demon full of sin?
Wandering this planet
Spreading my blasphemy
That states that life is sacred
And should not be taken lightly
What am I to you?
Am I a sinner or saint?
Am I ridding this world of taint?
Healing the sick and feeding the poor
Stopping the hate and saving the whores
Do I seem more holy than any man before?
What am I to you?
Am I a monkey or ape?
Pounding my chest as soon as I wake
Eating bananas and bugs
Like ants flea ticks and slugs
Do I look primitive?
Fighting and pissing where I sleep and live
What am I to you?
Am I a human flawed but not evil
Not a god nor a devil
Am I beautiful in your eyes?
Or do you look at me and despise
The way I am
Cruz when I look at you
You’re on candid cam
Hating and judging who I am
But what I am is a man who still loves you
Even though you don't love me too
Gaijin PobmaThe mushroom whose theme I listen to all day
1 hour extended
Wild fantasies of loving Goomba nights
Not quite what he'd intended.
I was lost, politically incorrect and broken
But life granted me one last token
Never could I regret when that pathetic pastime
Found itself sundered.
The immature mind thundered
The arcade shook and my controller got angry and ripped itself in half
Gaijin Gomba showed me that Mega Hombre Cinco was a good game.
Thank fucking God he did that or I would be trapped.
I first found his videos
It was a lonely dark night
I felt like everyone hated me
I shrank from every site;
And Youtube again beckoned my sad mouse forth
Before my soul would meet that fading torch.
As soon as I saw that character jump up on the screen, I shrieked
I broke the forth wall for him, courteous to what I seek
The massive glass pane was crushed, and glass shards fell on both of us
He had to go to the emergency room, and he sent me a cease and desist letter the next day.
Gotta Be StrongSome days,
You just gotta breath,
Can't let things,
Get you down.
Pick yourself up,
Go, go, go,
Life isn't perfect,
What's right and true,
Will triumph in the end,
Even with everything else.
Stress will treat you,
Wrong and right,
Gotta keep going,
Can't stop moving,
Even as tears strike.
No ones there,
TO keep you falling apart,
Trying not to lose it,
Even as it feels like,
Everything is shattering,
Millions of pieces.
Good to the bad,
Bad to the good,
Gotta hope for the best,
Gotta hold together,
In the presence of others,
Can't let it go,
Gotta be strong.
Poetry Doodle 2I embrace cacophony in its silence
With flurries of
You looked in,
I looked out,
Like I breathed tonight
You can use your will tomorrow
To fly spirits
And nameless enunciations
The only thing
You created was
Lions on AcidCake consumes cob:
it's a natural order from the deities of tobacco.
Faith dies when it won't come true.
It's hard to tell what came and what we simply never knew
If I saw you right now, I'd pretend we were red soda again.
I'd tell you stories about ponies and plants and perfume and
I'd lick the sticky, icky essence of your mind. It's rather
that you didn't kill yourself
Because, we are men.
That means that if you were dead,
I'd dance around in a kilt like a man waiting for
cannons and barets
and time to reverse so that
You and I were just lonely like lions and
did you know they were lonely?
Kings and things….
Pegasi with fucked up tails and crisply burnt wings,
dying and dyeing.
Don't remind me why. It's november
in my heart.
It gets too cold when we remember
that we may not be human.
I don't feel like I fit the description.
I can twist the tippy top of my toes until the
Learned EarSit up on shore
bring up a barrel
take heed with learned ear
and set the hour to the sand
Mark the candle
with tick and tock
load the barrel
fit and stock
Mingle in the crowd
and stand upon a box
give ye a listen
to simple words, err filled with truth
The whirl of sand
the sun parched rock
do tell the story
upon which we dance upon amuck
To ponder the fate
invites ill boons
for marketh the hour
upon which thy eye lay awake
Birthed and screaming
small and bright pink
Laid now to rest
upon a mothers silken breast
Fed and clothed
sought and well kept
The bones did grow
The mind did soon awaken
From sight did etch
with mem’ries help
Adorned with tomes
That the Father covets still
Bold and upright
Sought this Earthly light
Plant the foot out the door
and wave goodbye, innocent no more
Among the people, footsteps taken
From bounties best, did pluck good fair
And from kingdoms woman
Did share the Moon
Gone awry with madness and power
Took to the fields
where thieves make their fortune b
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...
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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