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Lucifer's LegislationThe swell of the river continues to grow
The hawk in the sky flys high!
But meanwhile, our hopes and our hearts run low
And the children begin to die.
The breeze in the trees is gentle and calm,
The lamb in the field is carefree!
But somewhere a child that could fit in my palm
Will never be known to me.
All across this land of ours
The butchers are preparing their knives
And after they've killed and culled for hours
They go home to their children and wives.
Somewhere a woman is desperate and wild
And has no where else to turn
So she figures instead to murder her child
She has a lesson to learn.
All over this country, all over this world
They march in the halls and the streets!
Together they spill more blood, clotted and curled
Than all of man's armies and fleets.
A Pitiful PrayerI may have loathed you, burned with spite
Even though I know that it's not right.
I beg of you, end my plight!
God grant me someone to love.
I know that I am base and low
But still I try to stand although
All my weakness is there on show!
God make me a better man.
I am so desperate in this place
And I am fallen, out of Grace.
I look to You, towards Your face
God, grant me anyone.
I see my friends and each one's mate
And oh my soul is consumed in hate!
Their luck on time and mine too late
God, please end my sadness.
So at last, to You I send this plea.
When Adam was sleeping 'neath a tree
You gave him love, now the same for me!
God please end my suffering!
Misanthropy Inc.My body hasn't slept in weeks
My head is like a coconut
And my antivirus is on the blink.
As usual I have a rumbling in my gut,
Too much coffee will do that you know.
Besides that, I have to see my shrink
And explain again I'm in this rut
That only an affair or cocaine can fix.
I asked a friend of mine how's tricks
And she gave me all her problems,
There to hand out support and tissues.
Like a good sponge I absorbed her issues
So she could be free to blow some guy.
Or girl. Can't keep up with people these days.
Some are straight and some are gays
And others haven't a fucking clue.
The ceiling fan has some interesting views
On racial minorities and the Jews
But don't listen to him. The wallpaper is boring too.
My tv and xbox have been busted for several years
And my armpit hair is cut with shears
And I'm not allowed get drunk.
I'm such a bitch boy I've been whipped
By a girlfriend that ain't even mine
And I wandered into a convention
More Doctors than a hospital
Pikachus to the ceiling
Reinhard's CrimeThe blonde man sits serene
In his easy rocking chair
Eyes fixed on a manic, far future.
A collar creaseless and hangman high
Under an adler nose and bright blue eyes
A handsome face o'er a madman's frame.
Swords swing and sing
In a morning full of futures
Each one monstrous and grand.
The screams in Bohemia
Echo around a dead village
That not even maps acknowledge.
Flax FacesFlax Faces
Lo! Look- flax faced, flax haired man
Who stands tower-high in tempest
Cloaked in forest-skinned clothes
And bearing remedy for many
Worn and weary bones!
While others stood to smile and fan
Flames to burn me, tread on me,
That hero-hand reached down
To set me free!
And his heart-ally!
Flinching, fear-bound friend of mine
Who vanquished all my fears of thine
Gender! Many blessings heaped upon thy soul
And oft-struck structure! Winds howl and lash
Both thy forms yet lighthouse-love for me
Is never shut, never held back!
And even when my own words to wrack
You, did not choose to cast me out
Nor hear my sullen shout of "leave me be!"
But hold me to your narrowed selves!
Even when I stood poised to plunge
And dash myself against a red rock
Raced thee and free-made me
Of my self consumed anxiety.
And Whiterose! The words of comfort
Oft distilled to aid me in my search
For one to love more than myself
Will echo everlasting in my mind!
Effacing EnvyI have few but I have a best friend
and of good things he has done there is no end
And yet I hate him!
I hate his cheerful,constant smile!
And I am thinking all the while
"Good God I wish that I was him!"
I'd take the mind, the heart, the tackle and trim.
How could he be so happy all the time?
He is not special, he is worthless!
Why shouldn't his happiness be mine?
What has he done to deserve it?
His trials have been far lesser than mine
And yet he is rewarded!
His luck comes through every single time!
His work was lazy, his work was slack
And yet to him Cupid came back
And my attempts were swiftly thwarted.
And his face and form are bland
And his woman seems to adore him,
While all the others reject me out of hand!
I smirk and walk about with him
And all the while I wish that he was dead.
It is the one thought in my head-
Why should he be so very happy when I am not?
What does he have, what attribute has he got?
He doesn't even believe in God!
When he speaks at me all I do is smile an
InterplayThe punching bag is high hanging
In it's corner, dark and unbiased.
My left and right ride out
Crimson cloaked cavaliers
To strike a chord or two of violence!
She gives no complaint, no motion
Save the ducks and dodges of hand
Struck inertia, she strikes and rebuffs
On a wide wall.
Other boys give their left and right
Hands for holding and caressing,
Mine give only for battle
Against a non existent foe.
The bout goes on
And I am out of breath.
Tchaikovsky's majesty roars from speakers
As I growl and grunt and lash out
Ten thousand ancient enemies
Roil and disappear on the bag's face
Cannons roar and I finish.
Sweat and silence louder than lightening
Are ringing in my ear.
This is lovemaking for me.
Cairo 1941A sand spider glides out
From a dune in Devil's Garden.
Black-burnt bodies cooking
In a brewed up tommy tank.
The hateful sun is staring down the sand.
A crump cries across the sand sea
As the tommies cry and crouch
Sky knights scream in the sky above
And bring gifts to the boys below.
Eggs are frying on a plate of armour
A cup of tea brings thoughts of home
A Jerry jots a letter to his wife
As a scalpel wind sails in the south.
The adhan sings to the sinking sun
Cairo cools neath a tumor-white moon
Treads are growling in a motor pool
And Monty looks to the marshaled stars.
A mother sighs in Birmingham
And polishes a picture frame
She serves his squaddies tea and cake
And talks about nothing at all.
Mea CuplaStand here. Let me laugh at you.
I'm better off alone.
God loves me, someone has to.
I watch, distant,
As rivers of rainbow men march
And cackle limply.
They tout their rainbow rag
And spit at me. Spit on my life.
I watch, distant,
As waves of women degrade
Themselves, make themselves an object.
How I hate them! They are weak and ugly
Inside. They sneer at me. Sneer at my life.
I watch, distant,
As a people clamour to murder
Their young. I wish to spit in their eyes
I see a clinic burn and I can't stop laughing.
While they curse at me.Curse my life.
I watch, all too close
As a boring bigot plods around
And never shuts up about his God.
He is a worm and a cruel man.
Ah wait. He's me.
The White Vine of HopeOnce I fell into the abyss,
Once I peered down into its depths,
Once I plummeted towards oblivion,
Those dark thoughts, and agonizing torments,
My fears and regrets pulling me in,
Once I hit the bottom and shattered,
Slowly I built myself up again,
But I was stuck, trapped in that dark place,
I looked up but never saw the top,
Once I fell into the abyss,
Then I thought of my family,
Then I thought of my art,
And from the cold hard dirt,
A white vine with silver leaves sprouted,
The more I thought, of things that I cared for,
The more the vines grew,
Reaching up, I grabbed hold and began climbing,
Seeing the light for the first time in years,
I climb onward; soon I shall leave this dark place,
Once I fell into the abyss,
And once I rose up from it
Gilded SeraphA gilded seraph waltzes atop a sunlit canvas of spring, and lives
a lone life with a turbulent heart, whose figure, still, fervently glows
before a fading sun. A dampened spirit, that grows colorless, but strives
for beauty even as her own depletes - and as her heart beat slows,
A black rose stems from shadows that dance with her golden aura.
Death marks the start of spring. and from the rose's lips a butterfly grows
Of glistening gold and fading black that tell of her sad story.
The dust that waitedThe dust that waited in still-bred silence for the wind
That would take them to the sky:
A maelstrom of musty rabbits choking the clouds in the anticipation of corkscrewing wind.
The left-for-dead house hunched alone on the wide flat plain,
With nothing save a few spare, withered heads of grain whispering about it.
The dim scaled wings of moths echoed to the tune of the house’s sighs,
Attracted only by the dim light of a lone flickering lamp—
Throwing its meager life against the grimed walls of glass,
Not terribly eager to only attract the dull drone of moths.
Cracked bindings stood loosely together,
Pages within starved and shriveled—
Shriveled so that the merest touch of not-so-terrestrial hands
Would extinguish them into wizened dust.
Looking down the insipid halls
Only to see peeling wallpaper and the faded photos
Of smudged out faces, mirrors clouded only with phantom reflections,
Flecked with bits of tar and age-worn grit.
The floorboards creak just barely,
I am....I am the curse that plagues the men and women, that are knowen to us as the greatest minds of their generation.
I am the curse that made you get the lable stupid.
I am the contamination that made you a mouse or a rebel.
I am the poison that made you get the lable lazy.
I am the curse that will haunt you till the day you die.
I am the reason why you mit be a great mind, one day.
I am the one who will criple your mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters!
I am the reason why images are your words and not words themselves.
I am the reason why you will be put in classes, that have kids who have seen things no one else should ever see or deal with. They are the ones who are not wanted. Thus being in that class, so I am to.
Who am I?
I am your gift
Broken momentsSitting beside the window
Twisting a strand of hair
Thinking of those broken moments
Which no magic can repair
It seems like just now
You whispered something about love
It took me to up to the sky
Among singing and dancing doves
Oh how can I forget
That smile, that blush
Which only and only your voice could bring
No matter I was in what rush
But then fate came in
Tore me from within
Smashed and thrashed the dying me
And left no way for light to come in
I should have known
Happiness isn’t for me
I never get what I long for
No matter how much I plea
So now I have to move on
Or at least I would try
Because this world never bears a weakling
Just leaves it to die.
Divine, SublimeDivine, Sublime
I remember all the times we spent together
Just me and you talkin’ to one another
You sighing comfortably as you lay your angelic head on my shoulder
Time flying by, speakin’ about how we saw each other’s futures
You falling asleep on the couch snuggling the covers
Me whispering sweet nothings in your ear, “There will never be another”
You were my princess; I was your knight in shining armor
Your scent, memorable
Your features, unforgettable
This one time where you looked so good, practically edible
Those slender fingers playing with rose petals
Your soul, angelical
Your mind, so abstract, mind-blowingly theoretical
And best of all, your personality, simply incredible
Now we arrive to the final seven lines
Your lips sweeter than the finest wine
The way you walk is simply divine
The way you speak sends shivers down my spine
Intellectually, aesthetically, artistically, you’re sublime
And if I could, I’d create you a
To Bring Me ComfortJust thinking about you brings me comfort
The unique comfort only provided from certain circumstances
A warm summer's breeze
To move my wintry heart
It irks me to know I am writing such
Total abandon of artistic integrity
To gush and froth from the mouth with love
Like the red wolf waiting to be fed
A small piece of someone else
Something that should be missed but is not
Never satisfied the hunt continues
To the middle of the ocean
Seabeasts crowd from all direction
Fervently pressing on to claim dominance
But the piece of you which lay in my stomach
Pulses hard and pulses fast
They cower and know I am not prey
Protected and saved again
All you had to do was nothing
BitterI woke up in the morning,
To find the space beside me bare,
Stuck in bitter loneliness,
How ever shall I fair,
A rose to shelter loneliness,
A kiss to save my heart,
A tender loving embrace,
Would be a welcome start
Breaking ApartTears falling towards the ground,
pillows muffle all the sounds.
A broken heart,
that can't be found,
Just give up,
I just give up.
Pain fills my mind.
Words I could not find,
Will always be lost in time.
And now you seem so far away,
I wish you could have stayed,
No you didn't stay!
If I have found those words,
If I have done more things,
you still would have left me.
What can I do?,
I did all I could,
Everything is impossible to you!
Cry into the pillow,
I'll cry myself to sleep,
You know you used to be my hero,
you used to be my hero!
I've been left out again,
forgotten by the world,
forgotten by you.
What am I,
What was I ever to you,
Was I just a joke to you,
were you a lie to me?
Tears falling from from my eyes,
days are passing by,
lost hope you'd come.
Break a promise,
break my heart.
Break my heart!!
In to me; see.
It calls me in the night
When I'm down and drunk
It calls me in the night
When the lights go down.
I hear it in my dreams
Echoes around my mind
The laughter of a baying crowd
A girl's unflinching sneer
This red man in my soul
He takes all over me
I see things through his eyes
When the dark rage is on me
When I'm standing on a bridge
Redman whispers at my ear
Drags me down with him
Takes me unto the brink
Don't hurt me anymore
I ask the man every time
Smiles wider than the sky
And takes over me!
He's me when I see a friend
In a happier mood than I
He snarls and drives 'em all away
And keeps me all to himself.
I see him in other people's eyes
In the lonely and the desperate
I see him smiling back at me
When ever I close my eyes.
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