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Trickle DownUnknown amidst the chasm,
Obscure over the gorge,
Life is a phantasm
Which early mind did forge.
Old eyes see what is fading,
Young limbs see what is lame;
What wealth is wisdom trading?
One's days are all the same.
Trickle down O little one,
Trickle down O Lord!
The drop, the wave, the surging sea
From eternity to eternity!
It begins, it begins ending;
The journey across the vale,
All are born merely spending
The chapters of this tale.
He looks ahead in despair,
She leers abaft in sorrow;
Absent the second's airy lair
Between bygones and tomorrow.
Trickle down O little one,
Trickle down O Lord!
The drop, the wave, the surging sea
Blanket of whiteCover me softly
blanket of white
hide me from above
so they will not see
what the world
has done to me
so they can ignore
their fault in this
let them look away
afraid for what is
underneath my blanket
of untouched white
let them wonder
what they have done
to the thing
under a blanket
oh so very white
NewbornClose your eyes and listen
And soon enough you'll hear
The heartbeat of a newborn
Beating fast and clear
Innocent and curious
A newborn wants to know
The big world that surrounds it
And who is friend or foe
A newborn calf is precious
Just like a newborn pet
It needs its mother with it
To love and to protect
So why do you forget this
When you buy meat and cheese?
A calf isn't a cat or dog
But it deserves to breathe
A newborn needs much space to grow
Regardless of what species
A newborn needs to have good health
Not cages caked with feces
A calf that's torn from its mother
Two short days after birth
A calf that's born just to be killed
Endless SparksIs this what it means to be inspired,
to envision a world in romantic light?
I've always been a youth of my dreams,
discovering bliss in every story I write.
Is this what it means to be entranced,
to find magic in a single vintage page
as I roam all of these beautiful realms
inside an athenaeum of an ancient age?
Is this what it means to be breathless,
to be taken by the aura of sweet pear?
Here traces of succulents linger about
like figments of Eden everywhere.
I suppose this is what it truly means
to feel the power of deep inspiration.
And now I see, it's the smallest of things
that awaken my joyful sensations.
MemoriaA battle they don’t see
The war of memory
The struggle to suppress
These seconds of duress
Along with these moments
Longing for lost enchantments
Wishing to forget
To get lost in the net
Then this tale could fade
Slip into a dark shade
Giving us another chance
Another try at our dance
If memory was merciful
We would simply forget
And if time was remorseful
Regret and hope could offset
We could get lost in the glory
We could live another story
Without painful memory
Connecting you to me
Screaming SomethingThere was something about your eyes
That just screamed “Save me!”
If you could only just scream out to.
Everyone to save you from.
There are just so many to save you
From. How I wish I could help.
I tried to look in your eyes and say to you
“Trust me! I can’t stand watching you hate it!
I could never stand watching you hate me!”
But your eyes went blank; I could see how
You stopped to look, no longer searching,
And you glared at me, knowing that I couldn’t
Look at you.
Broken, you watch as my heart is broken,
With a blank face and sc
When I talk, you don’t listen.
You’re just waiting for your turn to speak.
You view every conversation as a competition.
All I can see is the unstoppable movement of your cheeks.
The flow of communication is always re directed back to you.
Almost as if everyone must hear what you have to say.
I’m not denying that half of what you say could actually be true.
But how can so much happen to a person in just one mere day.
What makes it worse is that your stories get recycled and repeated.
I zone in and out of your speeches and know exactly what happens next.
My place in the conversation is to respond and
Towards the WindmillWe live on a dead island
swirled about a stoney mound
with corpses in its heart;
in the midst of a sea of green
bare trees are littered,
and peak from roofless houses
with burned foundations.
And beneath the smokey sun
an army of black sapplings stirs;
followers of the rusted beast
conducted upon a fallen log
that bleeds before their roots;
to smother his spouse the cypress
and their cones in their cradles.
The bent weeds watch as they
are watched and avoided
so plastic flowers are smelled
- the litter of the false nature.
In a garden where blind sunflowers
guard the molded prison,
tainted shells hide venomous pearls;
they drip on imp
maybe a secret, maybe a lieyou ask me
of what do you dream?
(and each time,
I pray you'll catch me
in the lie)
Fleeting GlancesWhat I would spare
For those scarce and sporadic smiles
Our sparse and fleeting glances
Our few visions into the unknown
I crave our sluggish efforts
The notion to look away
When wonder is sought
Back and forth, as we turn and grin
How the angst in me strives
For those squandered days
When the heart of me wrenched
And savored its suffrage
When I stewed in my agony
Hopeful and waiting
The anguish of mystery, is what i long to claim
If only once more, I may taste its bitter decadence
So long ago
I've been trying to escape
Giant walls grow bigger
In my place
There is not place for anyone else
Just loneliness and myself
Heavy air is what I breathe,
Heavy tears are what I expect
Lonely whispers surrounding me
Adding more weight to my chest…
This pain around me is so dense,
It can be cut with a blade
Thousands of swords are falling
Willing to hurt where they can…
Painful cries are drowned,
By cruelty herself
Long I've been running
From here, to there…
Locked in a concrete prison,
Locked in a trees jail…
What is the difference
Between being alone here, and being alone there?
I am a captive in this
Target WeightI am afraid because I know
That I will never arrive
At a point where I am nourished
And emotionally satisfied
So to regulate my mood
I consume levels that disgrace
They suppose that this is greed
That assumption is misplaced
I’m addicted to the feeling
The short term stimulation
But that only makes me more prone
To those feelings of deflation
And stomach cramps and pains
Loose skin hanging from my bones
Eyes sinking into my skull
And those deathly grey skin tones
Will I ever fill the hole
Silence those voices for a while
I prepare my gut for sorrow
While I am spoon fed on denial
But life’s too much to digest
An acid reflux ep
Little Black BookConscience was my killer;
Little black book of fate;
I stored each name
In colours of shame
And preserved the sinful date.
Skeletons in the closet;
Corpses in the yard;
All I did want
In my fell haunt
Was a faded tarot card.
What do you think of me?
When you think of me just what do you see,
a babe, wrapped up tight in a cloak?
Or a fairy tale myth who's been set free,
or a man whose back nearly broke?
When you think of me just why should you fear,
the end, it's not what you believe?
The coming wrath will eliminate tears,
bring mankind's long needed reprieve.
When you think of me do you miss the point,
your troubles, were they caused by Me?
It's for you my Father did thus anoint,
his Son, who will soon set you free.
When you think of me does it move your heart,
to sing, give praise to my Father?
I promise you this, if you'll do your part,
I'll take care of you, my brother!
Wandering WayI wouldn't even dare to speak if I had a mouth
I wouldn't even spare a part if I had a part to spare
Funny how this happens; the sweetest memories turn bitter
Driving through each neighborhood brings up something foul.
And I've got nothing left to help me forget what I've left
Behind in the lives of who I've known
Of whom I've known
Who have I known?
You all have led me away from the green pastures
You all have burned the pastures to the ground.
So that I can't wander around without scorching my
Feet on the things that used to keep me happy
You all had me tread lightly past the burdens I once kept
And I avoided the promises
Screaming ThoughtHumanity is a lost refrain
Of a sad, sad song in my broken down brain
And it calls out afraid in attempt to flee
For I shall not let it be free.
My body and my mind are fraught
With hundreds of thousands of poisonous thoughts
Screaming at me to forsake the world
Demanding that I have it unfurled.
Every man has an evil core
And all of them serve a selfish chore
Yet each possess a loving heart
And most blow it away before we start.
I am afraid of what I am
And yes I am ashamed and deserve to be dammed.
For I have broken dozens of birds
And I have ended this pack and ended this herd.
Quiet BoyDawn arrives, telling the night to sleep
The moon sets, running from its older brother
The stars escape to an unknown deep
The world bows to its mother
Crystal clear, the water stands
Fresh in snow, it learns its place
Flowing free in its frozen land
Learning anew its eternal chase
The stars fell one by one
The sky painted itself black
Without a point to guide them home
No more did the sailors come back
And a lonely boy sat alone in silence
For he had no home, for he had no one to love
The boy slowly killed his defiance
And slowly did he kill his dove
Slowly did he kill his dove
Tears failed to stream down his scarred face
And the Ship Will BurnWhen hell comes and the fires all burn down
Well I'll just keep on acting and smiling all around
Because it's hard to change character mid-act
Because it's hard to stop shielding secret fact
Tall walls get weakened by constant battering
From withholding storms unflattering
Behind the wall that holds it
Lost in the storm is a solemn ship
Tossed about and fighting to stay afloat
To the storm it sat as no more than a boat
Once strong and proud it now braces in shame
And its lively crew now mechanically aims
Now it's on their backs to escape the fires
They had been abandoned by some liars
And what trust they had left is now forever
Night AloneAnd the beauty of the darkest night
Will be killed with a fire
What an amazing sight
All tangled in its quiet mire
Deeper shadows are cast
Into elated dreams
Binding the strongest mast
Whispering their Cimmerian themes
Indifferent to the hell below
The moon follows its steady path
Listening to cries for quick release
From the fire's wrath
A fire rips apart all it knows
Before a whisper of comfort said into its ear
"You don't have spend the night alone
You don't have to be quiet dear."
START It's an interesting feeling; knowing you're the only one left. You begin to wonder whether there's something special about you, or if fate simply played out to place you at the exact right place at the exact right time. But that is what I am; the only one left.
The town I lived in, once beautiful and clean is now left to die in the flames of the ruble. Smoke from row upon row of burning houses rises into the black overcast. What was once downtown is now nothing more than a crater and the former structures known as skyscrapers.
I pause in front of a ruin. I wonder what the building was before this, and what would be happening now if it wer
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
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