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I believe in Fate & Destiny,They are both Describing words for Forever,Thus God... But the only thing that matters is choice in this moment!
Body of lies vs testament of old rights to passage not even the mind shows a coming of age story it's a constant stream of conscience: Soul!
Painting portraits of pain lost intoxication of soul numbing spirits by the pound,Seven fold body tells a breaking down story of addiction!
Assurance of pacified confidante,Another soul laid arched dry heaving sexual sadist displays her back,Penetration unprotected pill conceived
Salivating well hung single fang,Trap lips designed to bleed,Cleansed by wolves as prey for penetrating soldier type predators on the prowl!
Non-fiction blind alley lurker on track for a seventh waking to a stranger's realm victim,Slink out of the sexual scholars lair of toxicity!
Black light plagues the stars on the mind's innermost paper,Draw the sword of disgrace as it pierces the heart,Kept for years awaiting...!
Bitter man denounced by hope,Exiled into fears where life exists as a reminder only for the torture of still dreams & manufactured regrets!
Exoskeleton genesis of the inner lidless imaginary eye's conviction to deny the legitimacy of injustice,Wake into awareness & describe pain!
River of self exposed indigenous life formless void of those left sinking an undertow of guilt after the loss of too many souls to avarice!
Battleground to describe the harbour of faithless hope's ocean of dreams chain pin up doll of mirrored metaphor for confidence' death:Alone!
Armageddon human purge wasteland of the heart a war zone to exist despite loneliness unified with hope's last suicide unsuccessful attempt!
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Memory of conscience Times long forgotten Burden of the lips Truth is a crime In this age
Vampire memories Hanging from the wall Blank photographs of crows Carrion soul catalysts Mirrors of songs Of those lost
Whispering lip sink of truth Inaudible bleak message Vexed by honest A society crime In this age
Memories of self Vampire in the mirror Lonely wall noose hung Blank photographs of trophies Carrion soul victim catalyst Mirrors of a dying song Of those I've lost
Lips broadcast honesty Clock timed frame Season of change No more villain Truth is ideal Tomorrow (maybe)
Forgive us naught Proud of our demons Unseen in the mirror Deserve no peace Of conscience Mortal & blind We're all... Just dying On Earth
Celebrity blast victims Their history overly reviewed Peasants appropriately forgotten This is today's point of view
Hear the songs From the womb Where I was born A poet to a mother Elegant & beautiful I reflect her light In a dying world Hear her heart In the words Tonight...
Conscience is now but a chill to the spine,Comfortable tolerance is a hybrid theory of apathy & disregard rampant in the blood stream of society this very night!
Wings of darkness blot out the skies,Host of angels lost in shadow,Destination treason from the triple seated wooden throne of eternal life,Rue that fateful day
Archer of the apocalypse several paces before my closed eyes,Volley of arrows let hell go,Fools believe under comfort's candles they'll be alright,A sad plight
Cut myself on edgeless paper,Whim of the fragile flesh to bleed,Trinity of memorized wounds opened up again,Double wrist & shins iron spike tapped for blood!
Crown of the apocalypse,Vermilion brow of thorns appeasing the beast,Long forgotten government issued certificate of birth,Mark of ownership:666
I'm in love with the imperfect image,For the first time in my life the mirror seems to reflect what is right,A moral son of a beautiful wife to a hero,He is me
Austerity birth right to life,Existence package handed down under arches of the political court of demons guised as jesters who fire endless arrows of fears!
Is this poetic quest pointless,Spouting off trophy words merely for crows,Carrion worms devour without a courtesy warning,Corpse of truth forgotten in decay
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Humanity Life Line & A Tiny Still Born
Tiny souls floating endlessly As would be angels in our galaxy But everyday we add willingly to their stars As we sculpt a culture with a grey moral pride
Still born... tiny Half collapsed lung Surgically inflated diaphragm Prayers for life abundantly Amidst this decrepit culture Parents of a new life still worry
Tiny hands cupping infinite tears For those who cannot choose life While in the next room parents cry Given over the fate of the unknown to tragedy
Tiny born... still Dreams of motherhood Robin was an accidental angel Accepted a surrogate family Life extinguished not today A true miracle of humanity
Tiny born... still Prejudice against possibility David was an angel murdered A victim of toxic injections Against choice against will Freedom of choice it seems Is a decree against itself Inflicted by the ruling party Against a helpless life
Free choice of a would be mother A president action after an exaggerated toxic leak Catastrophe is a remote possibility But humanity's life line is held in a smile Of an infant unborn fragile body Whose face not even his mother would care to see
Late at night I can see them Waves foam as flaming white crosses Through port hole windows we see them Calling them cresting waves instead of dead children
Witless wandered the would be judge A queen whose subjects would soon be one Her free will enacted tyranny before life's possibility Humanity's soul held in a child's smile The infant unborn futile to resist Whose face his mother cares not to see
Late at night I can see them A dark realm of flaming white crosses Through bedroom windows we see them Calling them stars instead of dead children
No tiny cries awaken dawn from her violent red sadness Humanity's life line smote down as freedom of pride in liberty An infant's soft whimper not even his mother cares to hear Once was David an injustice amongst all deaths An infant unborn sterilized by injection A face his mother cared not to see
My waking eyelids see them Fields of glades of green Alit by flaming white crosses I walk the infinite isles of death No longer stars the reality has set in They are the crosses of the unborn Whom are dead children
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Hullo,
A Red Pill Ghost Test!
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A Bleak Dedication to Words... A Trinity of Hope
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Testing the shadows of ghosts,Countryside open graves,Yard of contempt for being waylaid from the next realm of a spiritual life by avidity!
Domestic non verbal degenerate violence hiding in journals behind locked doors & under beds,Innocence a witness lost to a sea of red tears.
In lieu of fire,Black ash seared notice,Punctuation lost amidst tears of swelling rage,Anxiety overwhelms at the freedom of liberty,Comfort!
City if sky lit fire as clouds like tattered flags once white fall,Down over open wounds scars will never stain the children of land mines.
Knowledge is loss,Awareness breeds a matrix synch,Birth of conscience,Death of avarice exploring ignorance.
Exogenesis prey telling stories of psalms lost in dry heaving porcelain tales of sick aftermath trapped in memories of victim blaming rides.
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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wow Keep it up man, great dedication!
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Spoken Word July 22nd,
Some historical context of a forgetful moment in an A.D day when imagination met the future as one, interviewing the conscience of the mirror, whose invisible portrayer hid themselves forever... From light.
The alliteration codex and an altercation with a single comment, Left of the wrong affair occurring stage right past the rabbit down into the looking well at the world's end of hope toss a coin pretend luck on the foot of whose hole you fell through the green text endlessly streaming down the blacks screen of death handed over the scythe in a relinquishing manoeuvre for even the last breath theft at the red right hand is only given so much time to ponder over the mirage of sand in the hour glass of father who married mother earth's become the last battleground for nature vs nurture where the accepted point of view is use.. Use... Use!!!
Until all is gone and f(r)iends are left vacant like lovers far behind in a chalk outline of sick a drowning off air broadcast pool of silence purchased by political media sources for main black river bank stained by vermilion shed from the dying water send forth as propaganda we've nurtured out ignorance to accept.
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Androcentrism Defiance
Biophilia Urge to affiliate Patriarchy by product Beautiful inviting puppets Misogynistic oppression Walls built by history Society now accepts Disregard equality A silly notion
Hypothesis scheme Contaminated religion Woman in the background Skeptic behind the pulpit Lie advancing procedure Loyal to a promise To close eyes
Neosphere Realm of nurture Hierarchy of peace Concept anarchy lost War built wall by history Social concept maniac Conjured by comfort Accepted as truth A silly notion
Hypothesis scheme Contaminated religion Woman at the forefront Shemale behind a pulpit Sex change procedure Loyal to a promise To open eyes
Maliciousphere Unwanted finish Inappropriate climax Hostile embracing move An appropriate punishment Prison sex justice hypothesis Adjacent cellular bullying No sleep for digital kids Children burnt out By hostile youth A silly notion?
Protoman's paradox False orientation Adapt or deny The biosphere
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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The Time Machine Tattoo
Ever since Dominic could remember,
He had heard stories of Namiah, queen of the angels, sister to Lilith the damned, whose army succumb to the power of darkness in the invisible wars that raged long ago high up in the clouds. In dreams he had held her hand as she fled under a reign of arrows, narrowly escaping from the citadel of obsidian stone where for so long she was held captive, high up in the skies.
Every night hidden under the covers lit by a tiny flash light Dominic would watch the hands of his grandfather's pocket watch as if it retold the story of his first dream. It was that same silver handed circle that he carried with him where ever he went, but today the watch had special purpose.
Dominic hand't felt so much as a fairy's tickle throughout the, normally quasi painful experience, procedure. Dominic sat upright and awake, not an ounce of alcohol or drugs in his system, completely sober he had sat through a needle injected art form.
The tattoo was that of a nineteenth century pocket watch painted upon the underside of the Dominic's wrist. When he was not but a lad that same wrist had been broken during a climbing expedition with his elder brother in the neighbours back yard. The barkless and twisted red Manzanita tree had been a prestigious centre piece of the lush forest of fauna that compromised the beautiful fairy tale garden behind the ancient stone walls of the Quiest family.
When the deviant artist had finished, he looked up at Dominic and smiled 'just one final touch and we'll be done.' With that the artist put down his needle and took off his gloves. He looked back to my wrist, gently grasped it in his left hand and leaned in, at first the young man couldn't tell what it was he was doing, but then he saw it. The tattoo artist was turning the dials of the watch, as he did Dominic began to swoon with the onset of an intense dizziness. With each turn of the hands past twelve the room grew darker until it was nearly black, then suddenly it stopped and the enveloping darkness began to dissipate. 'That should do it son,' the deviant artist said with a wicked grin 'you may leave now, if you can.' With that the artist let go of the Dominic's wrist and the world went white.
Wind, a bitter intense breeze bit through the young man's clothes, kindling a chill as deep as his bones. It felt as though he were standing naked upon stones and pebbles in the middle of a dry river bed, a tempest howling down upon him with no barrier in sight. It was so intense Dominic's eyes began to tear up as he attempted to open them, it was a struggle and it was several seconds before he was able to squint.
It wasn't wind at all, Dominic was falling. He closed his eyes and prayed it was all just a dream, biting down hard on his lower lip and pinched his his index finger underneath his thumbnail until it started to bleed. Opening his eyes once again Dominic admitted to himself that he was not in fact dreaming.
The ground was invisible, hidden behind thick white fields of cloud. Dominic was rushing towards them in a free fall, what lay behind them, he would soon find out. Once again he closed his eyes, this time to feel the open air rippling down his skin, the wind made it feel as if he had no clothes on at all. Suddenly a cool mist began to form about him, he could feel his clothes now damp with moisture.
When next he opened his eyes, Dominic found himself enveloped by the white fields. Soon he was completely drenched from head down to his toes, he felt as if his pants would fall off at any moment. Reaching down he did his belt up another two notches, just for safety, the denim of jeans was overly heavy when wet.
Straining to hold his eyes open through the mist like rain Dominic began to wish for a view of his demise, how far off was the ground or even the slightest glimpse of the earth? Not a second later there was a break in the cloud and so too was the deep brown of dirt mingled with stone. Only a few thousand feet below Dominic could see plainly the outline of a mountain top or maybe it was simply a hillside in the middle of the country side.
The clouds before Dominic's eyes began to break, he was falling very swiftly towards an island floating in the sky. He rapidly surveyed the landscape, it was more than an island, it was a continent hovering there before him.
It was massive, as he grew closer the island in the sky grew more distinct. Dominic could make out there were at least three lakes, one near the Eastern edge surrounded by fields of tall grass upon rolling hills, close to what he guessed to be a city of stone surrounded by what could only by forest, marshes lay before its gates and the lake beyond it, in the Western realm of the continent, was also near to a town, though this one was much smaller than the other.
In the centre of the continent was what appeared at first glance to be a spiral tower, that reached thousands of feet into the sky, most of which as disguised, hidden by the same clouds that Dominic had just emerged from...
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Dream Spire
Roman Empire,
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.
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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A Spoken Word Poem
If Childhood magic were true, Our fingers would be guns Shooting invisible bullets... That could never kill
If Childhood Magic were true Our avoidance would be based on a system words We'd have lip sinking ninjas skills... Like 'missed me' Even though we'd totally been shot
If Childhood Magic were true We could teleport chocolate onto dinner plates Or change the flavour of mother's meals And even greens would taste of sweets
If Childhood Magic were true Our best friend growing up would've been Justin Bieber (bieber, Whatever) Or his lightsabre wielding murderer, Darth Vader Father of our imaginary master, Luke f'kn Skywalker
If Childhood Magic were true We'd never see road kill and think of lost pets Your favourite one , Cuddles, would simply spring back to life In fact none of our furry friends would ever die, just like our grand parents...
If Childhood Magic were true I'd have an abundance of wealth To sponsor every starving child Or I'd become a dynamic scientist Developing technology to solve sustainable energy And end world poverty
But... In your case, maybe... Just maybe If Childhood Magic were true Your choice football team would never lose You'd be able to play our favourite instrument, in tune As for me I'd wish to take over the world Or just the heart of a special someone
If Childhood Magic were true All our prayers would get answered Or maybe even just a few... one? We'd all find that epic someone Fall in love and never be lonely again
If Childhood Magic were true I'd look more like someone else A handsome lad made from stardust Able to fulfil every woman's deepest wishes
If Childhood Magic were true Sex between you and I... Would always be top notch, unreal We'd look forever young in the mirror Every day we'd wake up hand in hand As we stayed young together
Or maybe if Childhood Magic were true We'd all dream ourselves into children again To relive the best days of our youth (Damn) If only Childhood Magic were true
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Shadow Challenge
Shift the formula Dwell in mathematics Gravity of hope's lullaby Putting the shadows to sleep Sweet toxic melody
Nearly invisible storm Shifting form darkness Light evaporating solitude Fortified gravity abyss Light upon shadow
Nearly inaudible crescendo Shifting the darkness Tomb of hope abyss Awakened a light Piercing armour Of sadness
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Sweat Plea
Brave soul Mischief drown Treatment weakens Ghostly white and frail Monument to living Accruing debt Not by choice Life just isn't Its not free
I'm sorry Such cruelty How can it be This cancer prison That such a young life Grant liberty to machines Science cannot describe The democracy of joy Never relinquished Until in the ward I find the light Oh, my soul
Mother please Don't stain your eyes Tears are for injustice Not for my passing Help the children Sold into slavery Their are me
Skinny soul Dancing in dreams Body cancer takeover Nearly wrecked & frail Living a debt unknown Society set up... A crime
This can't be... Someone's profiting From the attempt To save my life How sad... Oh, my
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Vanishing Chains
In (my) dreams A nearly dead hero Vigilante on display Before a beautiful queen Invisible in her reality Wishes in chains
Often intoxicated Finding relief from pain Untrusted is forgiveness Tonight, an eclipse until dawn Waking in another stranger's arms A solar flair mourning walk away Alone towards a clean break Banish him far behind
Destroy the mirrors Of ill begotten memories Another night gyrating Above a stranger Instead of... A loving hero
Dead in dreams A hero's corpse display Platform viewing portal Queen holds the key Detested by death Backs slowly away Wishes in chains Yet another day
Die before the queen Chained to uncontested wishes Lost in dream(s) translation Too big an invisible hero To be banished away
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Dear God,
Father Time mingled with Mother Earth to provide,
Love: A riddle against fear, Life's ultimate weapon, Stepping out against selfish seconds of a manifest destiny taken on by Carpe Diem's greedy throttling of dreams!
A digital despair written in morse code from dangling toes below a noose at the end of a hard fought lover's romantic day,Message;I love you
I believe in Fate & Destiny,They are both Describing words for Forever,Thus God... But the only thing that matters is choice in this moment!
Body of lies vs testament of old rights to passage not even the mind shows a coming of age story it's a constant stream of conscience: Soul!
Painting portraits of pain lost intoxication of soul numbing spirits by the pound,Seven fold body tells a breaking down story of addiction!
Assurance of pacified confidante,Another soul laid arched dry heaving sexual sadist displays her back,Penetration unprotected pill conceived
Salivating well hung single fang,Trap lips designed to bleed,Cleansed by wolves as prey for penetrating soldier type predators on the prowl!
Non-fiction blind alley lurker on track for a seventh waking to a stranger's realm victim,Slink out of the sexual scholars lair of toxicity!
Black light plagues the stars on the mind's innermost paper,Draw the sword of disgrace as it pierces the heart,Kept for years awaiting...!
Bitter man denounced by hope,Exiled into fears where life exists as a reminder only for the torture of still dreams & manufactured regrets!
Exoskeleton genesis of the inner lidless imaginary eye's conviction to deny the legitimacy of injustice,Wake into awareness & describe pain!
River of self exposed indigenous life formless void of those left sinking an undertow of guilt after the loss of too many souls to avarice!
Battleground to describe the harbour of faithless hope's ocean of dreams chain pin up doll of mirrored metaphor for confidence' death:Alone!
Armageddon human purge wasteland of the heart a war zone to exist despite loneliness unified with hope's last suicide unsuccessful attempt!
In Earnest anticipation of, VoT
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Renegade Station
The children huddled together,
In the far Eastern wing of the station against the frigid air that ever maintained a constant state of visible breath, in a corner the seven of them held on to one another for warmth despite several layers of clothes, which were much too large for them in most cases being made generations ago for soldiers who fought in the world wars. Thick grey or green wool was the trend, all of them had a scarf overly long wrapped several times around making their necks look like part of their shoulders which were hidden under layers of tunics, jumpers and a long trench coat with a cloak and hood attached. The same could be said for their legs, long under garments layered beneath wool pants in which their tiny feet were wrapped up in socks trapped tightly in wool coated leather boots. Some had a beanie on or a wool cap while others had fighter pilot leather caps but all of them had goggles as old as the wars themselves.
For as long as anyone could remember the children had been sent out from the frozen citadel high above the frozen tundra atop a spire of ice and stone. There the fortress had been since the world changed and the immortals had come out from their exile, back to the light of the sun. They were sent out, escorted by armed guards, to a crack in the ice where they would search the caverns for shards, crystals filled with liquid light, the fuel that kept the village outside and the stronghold atop the spire lit and warm.
The seven children had plotted to escape after hearing the elder's tale of the child who fell and dreamt of green lands beyond the icy passage at the edge of the vale. The entrance to the mountain's depths was by means of a brick mason bridge at the edge of the village along the cobble stone lane along the walls of the fortress. Beyond the statues of gargoyles at the far end was a path that lead into the vale where the gates to the mines were locked.
Of the seven, only two of them were over the age of twelve, the rest were wee squirts that were swept up in the motion of escaping when the guards discovered them in the alley on their way to the bridge, diverting them into the sewers where they found the abandoned station. The squat overly long armed pig men who hid their faces behind masks, some would know as goblins, had not given chase for they had met their end at the shard blades of the eldest two in a short but blood skirmish.
Through the darkness of the village streets, for the blue lights of the shard were shut off in the late hours, the children were given chase by the soldiers of the spire, the silence was only broken by the footfalls of the children, for the goblins wore no shoes. When the group was nearing the bridge the oldest of the escapees realised the group wouldn't make it with the guards so close at their heels.
Contra stole himself against the wall of one of the houses and in the shadows waited for the guards to pass as Sabine lead the group onwards. He only just noticed in time that the silent soldiers had passed for they moved as shades in the darkness. One quick flash and the first guard crumpled to his knees, a shard of crystal logged in his neck. The other turned to face the assailant, sending his spear out as he spun, nearly decapitating Contra, who just narrowly avoided the blade. Contra rose from his crouch like a snake he lounged at the exposed chest of the soldier whose life was taken by reflex and luck, if not by fate.
Silence reigned as the realization set in that he had just taken the lives of two sentient beings, whose souls now meandered aimlessly between the shadow world and that of the living. Rising up from atop the dead guard's chest, Contra made his way through the dark streets to join the others. Under the last arch on the edge of the village, beyond which lay the bridge and freedom, the group stole their way into the ventilation maze between the town above and the forge works below. There they found the abandoned station and lay down to rest, though the eldest two knew their plans had gone seriously awry.
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Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...
Dearest Death
Cobwebs on compassion, danger zone of the heart, under tow of society, dredge beast of thought crime, come into us renew our crime, single digit raised fist to accommodate change, we hate sedated pacifists.
Cobwebs on compassion,Danger zone of the heart,Under tow of society,Dredge beast of thought crime,Come into us renew our crime,Flesh & greed
Rage single digit raised fist,Monetary aftermath generation of crash,Too highly lit on fumes of a dying greed plot existence,Never denied...
Stolen library book told the time of fair keep play of the mind against nature's morality vs Nurture's gradually imposed safe of selfishness
Feet to the fear of music's beating on the little drummer everlastingly dreaming inside,Dance in the sweet feeling of the moment's vision...
Spineless clubbing of children as thorns into my eyes,Self inflicted in the twilight years of human hope,After my prize faded from my side.
Ghosts of memories haunt the seeds of day dreams symmetrics of discussion within,I'm divided by crowds of shadow,No silent nights for heroes
Reassembly configuration attempt left something unrecognised from the schematics within the silent scaffolding where no one walks but ghosts
Nowhere but now,Handshake the knife blade to severe the lifeline of past's reflection,Only the mirror of this moment exists,Nothing else...!
discarded
I couldn't come up with anything else, and I am inadvertently intense due to equality as a conviction and the chivalry gained in my youth that I never, no halo... But.
There is a hole in the earth and poetically I'm trying to fill it.
My mother used to say I know you better than yourself, she still believes that to this day, even if she can't fathom why her eldest would wear a dress, paint his nails and put manhood to the test.
Parents always say that we're accepted, They always said I was accepted, as long as I wasn't gay, no teen should witness love this way, that love has permission to act this way,
Pick a point in the universe,I dare not render tomorrow with doubts that fill today,Yesterday is a comet naught to catch,Live in the present
May patience be short of breath against the night trade where dreams are sold off for comforts buzz rebirth,Will our potential die this time
Despite an ever present risk of repulsion,I write,Nodding at the mirror's overture of silence,Decompress the sombre atmosphere for absolutes
Ring of a storm-scape,Land alive with ember fire,Dying in an emotion apocalypse,Seismic activity pinned down the breaking point of the heart
If you ever
If you've ever been in love, you'll understand what I'm about to say, if you haven't them take notes for I shall never again be able to configure this constellation of words this way again.
Solitude after inspiration Is worth the heartache,Every ounce of effort blood droplet of sweat & hopeful tears shed,She is worth it:Absolute
If I ever...Raised a hand even to the stars that back lit her shadow,I'd have to end myself,Suicide just cause right of the domestic abuser!
Her favourite moment was reopening my hear and like A secret Santa she was presented with a gift I didn't even know still existed, love... She is worth it.
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.
Never have to explain the trauma of bruises as an epic fall down the stairs instead of the abusive truth leads the headline of police truth
I have witnessed a myriad of satellite lonesome astronaut men fall to ash when beauty's love masquerade falters into truth from both sides.
Star gazing for my dancing satellite,Seven lions rendered the tree of life inept when the sky fall began,Twilight shadows angelic tears.
Follow the world,If it meant an opportunity to inspire but a meagre moment in another person's state in this human condition life sentence!
Fear,Life's ultimate weapon,Stepping out against selfish seconds of a manifest destiny taken on by Carpe Diem's greedy throttling of dreams!
All I ever wanted, A shot at the centre of your heart with an arrow labelled 'my whole life for this moment,'Survived the impact of abandon
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Hour of the Quiet God
Gone was God again tonight Denying souls with TV day dreams Lay our prideful heads down to sleep But in the dawn's light The decay of our desire's we see And much sorrow it brings
What does dawn show you Frost rims the grass with heaven A solemn forgotten angel dying In a meadow it becomes the dust
Formless were our prayers tonight Instead we watched TV and day dreamed Of better days for ourselves not society Until slumber took our prideful heads to sleep But in the dawn's breathless light The decay of our desire's we see And much sorrow it brings
What does dawn show us Frost rims the grass with heaven A forgotten wingless angel is dying In a meadow of ash once bright green
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Arms of Debt
Muted by debt Voice confounded Befuddle all society Our needs are lust Greed's parade We embrace
No arm's rest Wounds don't mend Haunted with a tingle Can't heal alone We're helpless
Pardon my signs Language of Mr. Morse Stone wall tap dance code Transmitting medicine Debt requiem truth We long denied For greed...
No arm's rest Wounds don't mend Haunted with a tingle Can't heal alone We're helpless
No arm rest Debtor's chair No God saves Life's a trial By love Or is it Fire
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Buried not Alone, but Alive
Buried your always watching Anguish forged by possessiveness Every waking hour monitored Depriving me of personality
Don't make me wait Not till my last breath to be free Don't make me struggle anymore Let go your selfish ownership of me I can't find a moment to breath
I slip away entombed in agony Sinking fast unattached to my monitor How you love me especially inside your prison So cruel is the landscape of
Don't make me wait anymore Not till my final word to be free Don't make me struggle anymore Put to death your selfish desires I can't wait for my last breath
My only surviving hope Lies behind my last breath I can find peace but in death Heaven or hell my soul to end up Caring not which as I bleed out Sorrow remains behind the truth of it all
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