My Bro turned me on to the excellence of these forums,
Yet I have no time to prescribe to write herein, WoW took too much of my life away, now I live to pursue the dream... Of Spoken word to poetry. I live to write and write to die, empty. A boring nerd speaking via any avenue to the world.
Let go my soul Split empty womb C-Section out the dead No clocked time of death Just a sequence of violence Subjected upon life forms Would be earth residence Children of the tomb
Once was David Memory of conscience Each night chills my spine Babe whose hand I never held Let go my soul at long last tonight End the archer's nightmares Release the final arrow A trophy of loss My ancient... Choice
Sit up And pray in bed Lost achievements Never once appreciated Once was David my cancer A sworn enemy that day Fate parasite symbiote Couldn't wish
Once was David Neglected conscience Each night chills my spine Memory I shoot up to forget Child whose hand I never held Let go my soul in dreams tonight End the selfish nightmares Release me from visions Smiles I never saw A trophy of loss My ancient... Choice
Sit up & beg In a bed of prayer Journal of an epidemic Parasite culture of apathy We give up before trying So this is it... What we What we call 'our best' What a f*cking joke Put us up to no test We'd never pass Life we've... Surrendered Tis true
Now I beg For a smile In the mirrors I... I'm holding you alive Swaddling babe in black Obsidian being of fate Sorry I un-chose life See you some day Possibly from hell Where I'll reside Beside Alice In chains
Once was David Memory of the heart Each day chills my spine One night's peace of mind Release the hand I never held Let go my soul at long last I beg Trade the archer's nightmares Walk the earth forever blind Release the arrow of fate Trophy of forgiveness My ancient... Choice A moment's regret
I'm praying for time Dedicated to new life Lovely metal gear sibling Young sister medicine saved The same science that ended you Throttled neck in my womb Humble servant mother I dream to become For her tonight Let me survive I plead...
Once was life Once was David Smile in the mirror Hold my hand in dreams Walk in green fields of life Cool air extinguishes our pain As we walk hand in hand Neither one letting go We'd be dreary fools To let this wish fade
Heaven sent apology Accepted amidst undertow Sent in hopes for a happy home Healthy atmosphere for a sister Torrent of conscience finalized Took too long to come to life Baby I know your forever In heaven well & alive Soul of my loving son Forgiving beside... The Red Right Hand Of Eternal Stars Name the Saviour
Sure, Maybe no one responds or I get flamed to trolled into the ground, but maybe, just maybe... Someone might be moved or know someone who needs the sound to words somewhere in the thousand of lyrics I've written. Inspire hope, live love... If possible...?!
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
A Nerdy Poem
M.M.O Mouth
Casters have their moments Until sweeping strikes takes their heads Soulstone as an act of desperation Anhk if you the rez button gives you the sign Epic heals now to watch foes die
M.M.O mouths of anger open wide As rolls of 100 pass your 99 by A token last moment need over greed Main spec vultures starving the rest Out of upgrades and revenge the guild collapses
Stealth's patience AoE Broken F'Off DnD or some warlock spell of destruction Like a fool the rogue waited /sigh too late The death of the healer at a bad time No druid for combat rez what a crime
M.M.O mouths of awe open wide Rolled 99 on a raid boss mount drop To have it ninja'd by a f'kn noob Loot vultures pass out frustration A vengeance GM ticked collapses You won, sending emotions into bliss
Blinked out of a vanish stunlock 10% HP and into a shadowstep - dance Iceblock just in the frost nova reset time Mutilate won't reach deadly throw missed Evocate and the rogue goes for blind He's gone stealthed and it begins again
My M.M.O mouth wide open The PvP gods must hate me I can't kill anyone in this BG today Oh Mr. OP faceroll class come and save me Before out of sheer frustration I reroll To waste another month gaining XP
Life is but a series of experiences, and in the end all that matters is your judgment of yourself. Pursue your dream, andy dream. And if you fail, lose interest or dream something else, accept change and dream on. For everything you have done has let to who you are. I wish you best of luck!
I do agree, life is made in the choice of each moment, though dreams or moral virtues may guide them. I have lived this dream of poetry for many years in silence, I will continue it as the words flow.
A (k)night to believe in angels, Sending post card prayers to reach their redemption invisible story arc of darkness realms of hell, Without wings they search for souls disarmed to help, Human to angel trapped in dual fate dimensions, A sad love unreciprocated condition.
Sold my inner voice to the lamp post side walk beyond the wardrobe, Choking on unimaginable words entitled by most to be unholy, Wretched back from the depths via love, Continuity of inaudible speech granted access to humanity's citizens without help of acceptance to love I hate this world, Tired of the society faculty burden of anxiety's a lost cause to regain the element of dreams... Oh friendless haunting dark, ever besieging the last realm of the vault within me, If obsidian breaks the final code I shall come undone, For every human's baseline roll a D1 out of 20 dice is to realise love, How unimaginable to the inner mirror reflecting the blame of consciousness' black hole trap within the living corpse labelled shell; Ghost of me.
Seven years of writing without sharing, well at least getting views, has empowered much of the thousands of poems and tweet poetry. I'ma be around for a while, writing and sharing to identify and inspire. Even if I am just a former WoW Guild Master Geek!
Fortune telling myself off a system of words bent on the signs of prey spouting in reverse writer's block out of the most inner poetic dark within, Vein knife over wrist in a vertical bout of skin against f(r)iendship with a blade, Final wish accepted act against the eat sleep life conduit of mercy's debt overspent on sleeping through signs to change the universe through dazzling burning ember flames of the heart on fire in every no single point of life, To breathe the travelling light of a smile against the dredge sea of humanity stumbling down streets of rage as 9-5 bulls on an endless plague epidemic parade of anxiety inscribed upon their souls through an illegitimate happiness reasoning, The monetary like salvation can't write your eyes to believe in joy at the end of life when looking back on too many nights spent hand in hand with your lover whilst your soul was in flight to far off lands where the regret of neglecting signs to pursue dreams was broken!
Speaking to inspire awareness of religious to hum drum double never thought for yourself moments, Conditioned like prejudice via rules keeping thoughts off the straight and narrow of the this very moment, Placement of will in treasure stored in decrepit mansions hovering in clouds bearing streets of gold, Heaven will be hell for those who seek it, Hell will be eternal silence and the grey twilight will be the valley overcast with clouds of mourning where Truth meets every lonely death too early loss of life, Souls inspired to persevere despite indifference, solitude, prejudice, labelling, domestic violence, rape, abuse... Forever goes on the endless list of moral code rules broken via a decrepit value of self over anyone else!
This is my chivalry: Spoken word poetry appeasing no destiny but this very second on behalf of those who... Seek wide open joy in the ever present adaptation of smiling in the moment. Learn yourself then accept everyone else, this is peace, this is the ethical code of The Universe!
I can't believe in karma, no second life born of no virgin child of mother earth hath no fury over angels only men in demon's clothes who exhibit domestic sexually based blame the victim until she submits through years of violence, No historical context of a single spirit ever knew the encumbrance of what we describe as sin to allow karma to impede said rape overture of lust violence upon their innocent dry heaving aftermath of the penetration body.
Can't believe in biologies random chance origin of species rules over the bones of change throughout time, I stair into the plan of bees daily show the great design of Father Time's impregnation of Mother Earth. If God ever was He's drawn pictures of sorrow outside of time whilst listening to a device labelled endless range of the human condition play list written code of music within His soul while watching all art in the black space of creation beyond heaven nearly spent on forgiving all the tragedies of the human condition.
He isn't a puppeteer pulling strings though He might pretend to leave bread crumbs for those aware to find, Signs of something more... The beauty of choice in the moment; for this is fate's destiny. To live consciously aware in the moment and learn to exhibit love so peace may flourish in smiles over the face of the world, All else is vane, For love is born in a smile... Even if it begins in the mourning dark deep inside.
At war with wolves On another's behalf Weak rescue attempt A day by day living plan
Response to beauty's loss Beside the well at the world's end She stands heart eclipsed Nearly broken asunder
Harbinger's battle Black cloud of crows Pluck out the eyes of hope As it rains down heartache Wolves come out to play
Heart of mirrors Shattered & alone Keeper of reflections Memorized every day alive
Here at the well Beside the world's end Memorized every lonely day Collection the wolves ate A totall recall of life Just to remember An invisible smile I can't even see
At war with the keeper Maiden at the world's end Standing before the well One who holds the key Chastity of the heart After so many... Breakings
Awoken so many Set them all straight Straight to metropolis Hearts once invisible Screaming for... Freedom
I wrestled life once Screamed as overcome Woke the world's compassion Died a murder of apathy One shot to the vein
Danger unmanaged Recalled my time frame Settled the score with forever Black runt of the litter Repenting echo I'm screaming
I wrestled life once Screamed as overcome Woke the world's compassion Died a murder of apathy One shot to the vein Plain to see My ending
If I... Live(d)
If I could sing I'd whisp notes to the blind Dreamlessly appeasing their dark As if I could change their world Driving pins & needles Into their souls...
Another night Trapped in pages Intoxicated by wine Lonely behind characters Describing another life A hero with purpose How I dare... To dream
If I could speak As memories to alzhiemers Would they wake to remember Am I merely adrift in dreams Beyond the end of hope... Another night Trapped in pages Intoxicated by dreams Lonely behind characters Describing another life A hero with purpose How I dare... To hope
Change the world,A human condition circus raining on my poetic parade,No equality today After the burial attempt of a single charred wing angel,Rise of the phoenix long foretold,Signs foreseen in the distance,Ignored for comfort Dreams demand a parting with star dust,Carpe Diem wishes for subject matter to contain naught but comfortable intoxicated lust,Stand or fall Magic faith,Suspend disbelief an augmented reality of the imagination's slight of dexterity,A hand willingly entered their card to illusion!
Discarded vile specimen deserving of suicide without redemption or forever change is a man who raises a hand to his eternal choice partner. Strive for meagre life of loathing in the aftermath of a piano's ivory tale of loss great captive via gun shot ending teeth played as keys! A thousand silent eternal harlots watch over the storm by night, One winged angels embracing to support one another on their redemption. Killing time off the shadow of change,What kind of most men won't take a stand for the signs of the fate algorithm to suffer themselves...to
Because of love I'd never look and certainly never touch, I've got an angel at home sitting on the throne of my year, she is worth it. Star gazing for my dancing satellite,Seven lions rendered the tree of life inept when the sky fall began,Twilight shadows angelic tears.
It is bright. The Spoken word projects will hopefully turn into live collaborations someday soon, which will fuel a hand in hand partnership with the eduction system. Speaking about poetry, dreams and healing.
How poetry, my artistic voice to relevant dream, helped me mend through bullying, sexual abuse, mental illness (anorexia, bulimia and other eating disorders), suicidal tendencies and much loneliness.
My hope is to speak and turn this realm of existence into something more positive, wherein I might be asked what sparked the creativity, surely it wasn't all darkness...?
Join me, share if you like, sponsor if you feel so inclined and above all... Enjoy as you identify.
The post arrived Without a warning Checkmate my soul Upon reading the news A tragic tale self written Card from a past life
Back from the future Selling still frame images Polariods of the apocalypse Man behind the controls Walking autobiography
Postman arrived Left despair behind Words from the grave Captured essence of life Echoes trapped in a moment
Back from the future Stolen still frame images Polariods of the apocalypse Entombed corpse of mine A future version of me
Doorstep knock Mute child messenger Unprepared for this post Unhearing ears her shield Protection from our noise Next door predator living Brilliant scientific man Shed her pale skin In his nuclear test
The letter she handed Read terms of continuance Spoke of illogical whispering In the dark madness of an eclipse Stop the biohazardous testing Nature needs no more war Burn down the laboratory Pull the trigger... Set us both free
The young riddle over your fall in a day, Misunderstanding the terms of your fall in a day, Mingling your destruction with dreams of Troy and rolling gifts as ancient horses confront your front doors to steal away everything you hold dear, The soul of a society corrupt so oft with rife dreams of greed, I never for once believe we'd surrender so completely to the mob's fever glitch, Avarice fire spreading greed without contempt, Fated for many a dark day!
Comply with the murder no one ever wished for she wrote tragic tale of two lover's dying hand in hand, One penetrated by flesh whilst the other lay echoing the ill fated last memory of the knife wound slowly stealing his life gaping away in his side.
Replay witness memories on display in the inner eye at the head of all my cards, She told me that's why I never win, Dreams are for living and heaven is for death... Too many men live for themselves and no one else, leaving countless lives about the streets behind their apathetic life description.
I'm dreaming out loud trying to speak her face into memory via her name, Can't begin to chorus the aftermath of said verse of what I felt for her life. No one but Mother Earth could have foreseen the melody of my life existing intertwined with her's. If this isn't heaven, Then I shall regret eternity...
Ring of a stormscape land alive with fire half opened apocalypse seismic activity breaking point of the heart at my hands, This is my dread-thought, Deviant in denial of grievous blunt word force trauma to the constellation of beauty that once ruled in abundance over every portion of the universe that was me.
Emotional sail upheld amidst the stars were once we travelled in the everlasting dark, Two lights intertwined at twilight's core, The inner most fire churning at the others sight deep inside the soul, No one ever wrote love like the one we know...
I have witnessed a myriad of satellite men fall to ash when beauty's masquerade falters into truth from both sides, Star gazing for my dancing satellite, Seven lions from the dawn of time darks the sun each night as I bare witness to eternity in a single breath held inept to exhale by her beauty.
Ever present clock work image display of the past on repeat of where I've been rummaging about in my head, Force a quell on the shadow within, Don't want to feel this overwhelming hate for the skin that's my disguise, Too old to begin the acceptance process even the mirror denies,
Reprogram the internal self loathing disposition algorithm, Tonight I'm conscious of you oh creative dark, Fight back the cloud of once flash of light's hope impenetrable plague a mental disassociated shadow of self acceptance disorder, Breathe to flex the soul's muscle imbued feminine embraced mass, Side of a leaf stirring in the winds of blowing signs in fate's breeze.
I am awake and I strive... An aptitude test for hope is subliminal keeping so many alive tonight against suicide, Yet inside I can barely fathom a breach of another's heart on my behalf, No way despite hell could I ever inspire love, Maybe I've just spent too many hours on this thirty year journey on a lonely walk one way road to giving, Thus it's indescribable a reciprocation conduction in a connection to me, It doesn't matter though, Tonight I fight the lonely dark with words so tomorrow I might rise and write to die... Empty, of all inspiration, though I might find myself surprised at finding acceptance... and possibly the ever evading thing spelt l.o.v.e.