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TrepidationI trod down this path once before
but now It seems I've been
hoping for this moment to come
and hoping it will end
You'll see that I'm not fixed in this
the mental tug-o-war
keeping my love at bay
when I'd love to love this more.
I cannot take this hand, my dear
though I know the way you feel
my heart would not allow me now
to take in this slack reel
The love I know that we both share
is not the best, I see
but how am I supposed to know
that you're so right for me?
I can't decide if writing this
is something that's not right
or my fleeing mind is
the real reason we're not tight
You've got so much to offer
I see it in your eyes
I cannot help but look away
each time you gaze in mine
I think each time that I have myself down
something like this comes to be
and I can't help but be swept up
in new love's tranquility
SignatureMemories of yours
Objects in my room
You sold me gloom
And all the lights.
Are you a fool
Or a blind mind?
Believing my lies
Soon you will die.
I have the rights
Of all your stupid life
Any kind of will
You read the chain
Embracing your neck
You signed it anyway
I am so lucky
I own a soul
I’m lord of its world
My wealth grows.
There’s no escape
My hopeless pet
Be my slave
And try to obey.
RustyMy heart is of rich, bright copper old
And in it contained love and happiness
It's not my smile or eyes that are bold
But the joyous soul shines its goodness
And then I met him, a mysterious guy
Of high status, an aristocrat if you will
He's charming, majestic like the sky
His grey eyes always gave my spine a chill
I don't know what lured me into him
Perhaps it was the danger that he emits
Little did I know he was nothing but grim
And he sucked out my life when we kiss
Heart and soul turned cold, a hard metal shell
I couldn't repair it no matter what I tried to do
The love was replaced with something from hell
Anger, sadness, misanthropy only grew and grew
My tears, like rain, touches my metal heart- now red
It's rusting away, until one day I must dispose of it
It is no longer beautiful, no longer pure, just dead
I'm broken and tainted with vileness of an evil spirit
Like a rusted robot, I need someone to fix me, a repair
Please clean me and help me rid of the painful memories
first kissThere is no equality in love
Who willingly wears the tightest glove
All must give what few can take
Brave heart dares bend far past its break
No casual chance not to be bored
Give to get true risk reward
No one can win this dangerous game
We all play still the same
While at the door pause reminisce
Only to remember that first kiss
Take these drugs and feel the fun,
smile once and then you’re done.
Click our ad and try your luck,
elation-fit, and then you’re stuck.
For just another little dime
be happy, happy, all the time.
Melancholy’s for the saps,
put your boredom in our traps.
Once you need a stronger fix,
Give us money, get your kicks.
Hear our pitch, ignore the slime,
be happy, happy, all the time.
Real worlds do not exist,
lance that sadness like a cyst,
Make your own world, make it true,
Use our rules, made just for you.
Where sadness is the biggest crime,
be happy, happy all the time.
Hope's Triumph I
Days Long Lost,
Bear the heaviest cost
To the heart's burden fixed
On memories' own Halcyon times.
Be it that Fate,
She for future hope nixed,
Hounds us still of unpaid crimes
Of which we serve, never consummate
Of the penance sentenced to each his due,
Paid in the brew of humility and rue.
Before the Fall,
Of his world, his grasp held it all.
But as sand slips through the fingers' crack,
Same had his all been dissipated.
His vanity disintegrated,
All his stewardship's domain.
Nothing remains save the mockery of lack.
Hope spirits on wings slow and broken,
Sped on the flight whose end unspoken,
Its receiver is ignorant of the imminent aid,
Dodges the enemy's swiping blade.
Before them, the path blearied,
Under their feet wearied,
As their tempests loom above never allaying.
A bell rattles within their ribcages
The knell the desperate resound,
When peace is nowhere to be found.
Hope's course tarries,
Its lagging herald carries
rustythey called me little iron-heart,
because i "only cared about myself."
if only they knew the memories,
that were rusting away on my shelves.
the feelings came along with the pain,
and back to the memories to start.
everything in my life led up,
to my gray, little, locked up broken-heart.
i didn't care about anyone,
because i was unable to care anymore.
i thought i wore my heart on my sleeve,
i thought my sadness was apparent, for sure.
but maybe they just couldn't see past me,
and see that my heart was a little dusty.
so that's me, "iron-heart", the big fat jerk.
well i'm sorry if my social skills are rusty.
Melody"Be proud of yourself",
the words rise and fall.
"Look at what you have accomplished!",
They hit against the wall.
"Be proud of who you are".
They sing to me and to all.
Hear the song,
and the reason to be alive.
To think it's warmth,
To think it's touch,
would leave me in cold,
and forever behind,
was far from my mind.
The melody brought me down,
taking my hands in it's chains,
never allowing me to reach and rise,
in the light of the sunrise.
Illustrations of IncarnationsI know not what I say until it's there
Emblazoned and incarnate, soul as ink,
As heady as a garden. How I think
In pen, perhaps aloud, and words will bear
Those thoughts of which I suffer unaware.
They weigh upon a heart that's apt to sink
Heavy with a truth yet indistinct;
A challenge to myself of truth or dare.
Now cast upon the paper they are free
Where once they ran amok in charted space;
Now ordered on the page, all I impart
And I am whole at last in clarity.
O words of hope which set my heart to race,
You are incarnate now, in written art:
My illustrated heart,
For all there is of me is writ in you
And nothing I say now will e'er undo
The ink on which I drew
All my incarnate thoughts, now felt and seen
As every stroke of ink makes up my being.
Confessions of a Nameless PoetI don’t seek harmony in life,
I don’t seek harmony in nature,
I don’t seek harmony in strife.
I don’t pretend to understand
The law of universal order.
I am where I am meant to stand.
I’ve never tried to touch a flame
Or walk the angry ocean waters,
For nature is not mine to tame.
I don’t seek luck; it isn’t real.
I don’t seek dreams too great for dreaming,
I don’t reveal the things I feel,
The thoughts I think,
The hopes I kill...
What I seek, friend, is love eternal.
For love I’d give up even peace,
To rid myself of hate infernal
And feel release.
LivesThe world she never said was fair
comes back to prove my point
to everyone who comes around:
the world is out of joint
It's nothing I can take away;
take me away from it
the ever-burning, flaming spire
stuck in a pile of shit
Well do I know now indeed
the strife all of us face
but as The Animals said
"We gotta get of this place"
Just to be a cog again
in steamy, oily works
would do nothing to support
development of quirks
Won't your life be shared with me
as I have often dreamt?
I cannot rightly say the things
my heart screams, though they tempt
What gives us rights
to steal these lives
we prime their pumps and then
we leave them all to dry
Lives we mould to fit our bill
are naught but empty shells
and as they shatter on the ground
they now await fresh hells
The hell I see is just a pond,
the city reflects within
of stark gray scape above
I see no life, just tin.
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