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Beast of the Apocalypse
and it stood still upon the sand of the sea...
A freakish site appeared before mine eyes,
a BEAST with a mouth that bellowed forth lies.
Seven heads, ten horns, with ten crowns atop,
it made my head spin and my heart almost stop.
A leopard, a bear, a lion or what?
One thing was for sure - God's creature 'twas not!
It demanded respect from those here on earth,
one wonders who brought this MONSTER to birth.
But lo, the mystery is hidden no more,
'twas the DRAGON that caused the creature to roar.
That wily old serpent from the garden so fair,
the one who chased evil on a freedom from care.
Just who the BEAST is lurks in shadow no more,
*Hunter's Moon*Hunter's moon reigns in paradoxical sky
Wolf hound howls fearful might die
Illusions, secrets they abound
Whispering spirits, hear that sound?
Forests turn evil, trees walk and talk
Creatures scuttle alarmed they squawk
No place to hide, night of fear
Supernatural moment that is clear.
Ocean surges reflecting moon
Mermaids and sirens swim and swoon
Moored boat broke free, sailed away
Skippered by spectre who joined the fray.
Safe at home in comfortable bed
There's tapping at window cover your head
Might not sleep on Hunter's moon night
Thoughts run wild, deadly fright.
The moon, the man and his heart.I'm leaving, I shall go forth to conquered and barren lands to find an object to perfectly mirror your beauty, Alas I have only seen one thing worthy of that comparison, the Moon on It's perfect monthly night, i cannot capture nor give that to her, for I am just a man, its the only thing with comparable beauty to my Princess, and If I could, i would present her with such a gift just for her, my heart being the second gift to offer.
Pathway to HellFreshly torn skin,
Hangs from the limbs of
Still dripping black blood
Of the innocent.
Billions of heads
Lined down my pathway.
I look to see if they are watching,
But in replace of the eyes
Are just empty sockets.
At the end of my path
Lies a throne
Made of countless human bones.
I sit and wait patiently,
In my royal chair.
The bones come alive,
As a set of hands
Rips open my chest,
And steals my heart.
It dissects me, just like the others.
This is it.
I’ve made it to hell.
Medusa's EyesBreathing in and away, the aching, frigid air,
lurking in the distances above.
Scanning the surroundings, like a night owl,
in search for disturbances.
I found none,
so I began to assemble the tools.
Still anxious for my safety,
I knew I was high up,
yet felt as if in the bowels of the earth
(the tremendous darkness)
which made me oblivious of my whereabouts on the tracks.
I took it out
and put its branded ropes around my neck.
Clutching it steadily,
tightened it to its detachable legs,
so it can accompany me by my side.
It was then that I took a moment,
to examine the rumbling below.
With cars' lights as bright as comets,
He'd seen her face a hundred times before,
but now 'twas different, of that he was sure!
Her eyes were afire, her lips were blood red.
The fruit in her hand: "Eat some," she said.
"For look I was blind. Behold, now I see!
The fruit doth taste well, now harken to me.
The earth is our home, it's ours to explore.
We'll experience it now like never before!"
He gazed at the fruit, then looked up at her.
He felt somewhat flushed, his blood was astir.
That body! That face! He wanted her so!
He snatched at the fruit, he'd give it a go!
The rest, as they say, is history now.
For six-thousand years we've suffered, and how!
If only he'd listened to t
The Promise of Choice.We walk towards the Echoes of fading desires
in lucid dreams we Search for a voice,
Only to find more Riddles that bind us
inside the Promise of Choice.
What if life's not the storm, but the companion?
Like a child and his guitar
trying to reach, yet every string seems too far.
Maybe life's not the fight, but the release.
Like a chord played out of tune
looking up in shame but you're alone in the room.
So can you hear life's not the song, but the silence?
Like an invisible thread between notes
unifying in thin air but never knowing how it floats.
We refuse to Evo
1.- As White As SnowThe sigh weighs heavily on his shoulders, and bends his back. It is the soul of this tall, blond man that seeks to drag his large and fibrous body with it in its terrible free fall. He is there, his fixed gaze full of pain and death. With the palms of his hands, he gives a trembling caress to the delicate feet of the girl. They are so cold ...
In that accursed burial chamber the only thing that beats is his own heart, though broken. His alone is still beating, wildly spilling blood all through his body, with fast and accurate hits.
"Everything... You have taken everything with you, your life and mine. You have left me with nothing." His fai
I wish for a worldI wish for a world where I can be free,
Where the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
I wish for a world where people show love,
Where people believe in the one who's above.
I wish for a world where evil will cease,
Where people don't die from a horrid disease.
I wish for a world with no rich nor poor,
A place where the starving will hunger no more.
I wish for a place where there will be no death,
A place full of content and not of regrets.
I wish for a place that is free of these crimes,
A place where people don't waste any time.
I wish for a place where all people care,
Where people don't mock you or laugh and just stare.
My Eternal BelovedIncessant screams echo across weeping graves
On the winds of destiny you shall hear my call
The voice of suffering will caress your spirit,
and into my darkest nightmare, you will fall
Lush is the poison that runs beneath my skin
Your death I will sow, your blood I shall reap
My dark thoughts swoon into a song of decay
In the pitch of iniquity you will gently sleep
I will awaken upon a lattice of bloody shards,
and harvest the resonance of your eternal cries
In a field of black roses you will find my soul,
together we shall walk through bleeding skies
I stand before you in the harbor of madness,
shimmering like a dry beacon of w
Losing Me To ThisDead air kills me slowly.
I can not imagine what lies beneath the surface,
and what lies are masked by this silence,
heavy as a Southern summer night
in June, when the air is sultry,
and the wind breathes not at all.
But I won't try to unravel his riddle,
because it only makes me bleed out faster.
The beep is a prelude
to the mockery of his voicemail greeting:
"I'm not here to take your call,
leave your name and number
and I will get back to you
as soon as I can,"
but I'm bleeding,
and the tone is not a beep,
it is a bullet,
for I hear:
"I am not taking your calls,
since I know who you are -
I've gone away in searc
Come Back To MeWhat is it girl
What did I do
Why won't you talk to me
What happened to us two
How did I hurt you
And in which way
What can I do to make it up
To make everything okay
You mean the world to me
And I'll do everything within my power
To see you smile again
And bloom like a flower
What's in it for me
Is nothing but your smile
It makes me complete
It makes living worthwhile
I'm not saying to forget this
But merely put it aside
Focus on the more important things
Like my heart, where you truly reside
Don't quit on me now
We need to pull through this
And when we do
We'll share nothing but bliss
Come back to me girl
It'll be l
If I could change the worldIf I could change the world,
The world would look quite different.
Would be they only things who exist.
If I could change the civilizations,
The civilisations would look quite different.
Would never more exist.
If I could change myself,
I would look quite different.
Would disappear forever in my life.
If I could change the world
I wouldn't do it.
I wouldn't change it,
Because I love this world and I don't want another.
If I could change the civilizations,
I wouldn't do it.
I wouldn't change them,
Because I like the civilization
Sister SuicideThe bell’s tolling in the churchyard,
Calling the nuns – sisters – to morning prayers.
But there’s salt in the sugar bowl
And a lie in my head,
Sister, help me.
Mother superior walks between the pews,
Watching us bow – heads down girls – as she paces.
A holy shadow dressed in white
With a black eye,
Mother, not now.
The tumours have begun to grow,
And the nuns – my sisters – just don’t know.
Because they are my sisters,
In name but not in blood,
Sisters, stay with me,
My sisters I’ll be gone so soon,
And I don’t wish to leave without you.
So I’ll take you
Insomniac CafeI sit in the corner of an all-night café,
By a man
Saint Peter Pan
I sit in the corner of an all-night café,
Next to men
Like a bauble
On a bad
And words unspoken
I sit in the corner of an all-night café,
At a lout
In a parka
Cut the cord
Do not sing
Cult of the AmateurPerhaps it’s just me,
Or does the world seem
Too full of half-hearted work
And people claiming to be masters
Of an art they’ve only just found.
Take the writers for instance –
So called Gods of language.
Meyer and E.L James, think
In clichés and write little more
Than tripe in a little black dress.
The filmmakers next – Avatar was
A disgusting film, no more than Pocahontas
In space. Why do the filmmakers believe that
They alone are capable of spinning stories.
Walt Disney is not God, but mortal, as you or I.
And finally the poets – hypocritical I know,
To speak of fellow artists like the childre
Thoughts at 4:48I cannot sleep
I don’t know why
Perhaps it’s the bees
Trapped behind my eyes
Or the two cans of sugar
Running through my veins
Like the scent of blood
Lost down sewer drains
As I lie in bed
An ocean of sheets
Filled with pins and knives
And drowned men calling for Keats
And Byron too
If they know the name
Of a God once great
Now fallen – what a shame
That the fallen Lucifer
Like Abel on Kane
Has been locked away
Declared unfit – insane
As the skies do lighten
I ponder still awake
Why I feel so alone
As the clock ticks 4:48
Totalitarian Lover BoyThe poet sits in the corner,
Spinning words like fallen dreidels,
Caught in the headlights of an SS van,
Prized in the Gulags by a Chinaman,
With a cold black heart and twisted hands.
The pen scratches across the paper,
Ink bleeding through like blood on bedsheets,
Of a girl, six maybe seven, who walks to school
With a black eye, broken nose, split lip, and pretends
They didn’t hurt, because her Daddy said “I love you” after.
The silver bullets on the nightstand,
For the werewolf in the closet, or
Beneath the sheets – oh Grandpa,
What big lies you tell. The pain flies,
Like crows, black and writhing –
The Fall Of AdamYou say so, you say so,
Like I say love, or no,
Or a thousand other words,
That spill from my lips, like tears,
Which I cried, over pitiful you.
Why did I do it? The face –
Soft like roses, wilted,
Fallen from skies, black and bruised.
A moment, all it took, for love to flair,
Like burning wings, angel’s dead and gone.
You with the Christian prescription,
The penchant for pain. String me up,
Lead me on, let me go. I was never yours,
But you were mine. To hold and to halve,
Tear my heart like daisy chains.
Ticking heart, my chest the suitcase,
For an anthrax attack, a dirty bomb.
Clean up on aisle two, but the ribs
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