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Lovers LightFlames in the darkness,
Mere candles in the breeze,
On a cool winter night.
What a lonely land;
What a somber sight.
Silent blazes burn alone;
Yet this is no eternal plight.
From time to time two flames meet,
Two lovers bound forever tight.
Two flames be always intertwined;
And burn with the fiercest light.
Amaranth VersesUnder the ebon sky we stood,
My voice shook in the cool autumn wind.
I felt the world draw in around us,
Struggling to come up with the words I yearned to speak.
Now here my voice shakes again,
And those words elude me still.
In their place lies but a simple question.
What would it be like to touch the sky?
Take my hand and let’s find out.
We can stride across the clouds themselves;
Feel the sunlight from the other side.
But why stop there?
Our hearts can tour the stars,
And cross eternity we can soar.
My voice no longer shakes,
And those words come to me clear as day.
They are but three simple words.
I love you.
The Paths We ChooseAs I stare down this road I see naught but haze.
Endless choice and pallid dismay 'tis what stands before my gaze.
My mind is awash with distant fears,
That my journey may well end in tears.
But even here within this ebon dark,
I can see a subtle spark.
As a candle is to the sun,
This spark is but a little one.
Yet to me it is as bright as any star,
And I know its light will guide me far.
At the end of my path this faint flicker beams,
Standing as a beacon leading to my dreams.
Goddess's GraceUpon this world we all do walk,
May we take this time to talk?
Hear the gentle spring time winds,
On which the sprites do fly.
Feel the soothing verdant grass,
Tis here the wolves will lie.
Taste the forests fine fresh bounty,
From which the fey will eat.
Gaze upon the mighty oaks,
Under which the dryads do meet.
For what I speak of is the Goddess's grace,
And is open to all who seek this place.
Changling QueenWith false vows and a twisted smile,
She sought domination through her guile.
Hoofsteps light and crown so royal'd,
By what force could her plan be foiled?
Ghastly spells and emerald eyes,
Were but precursors to the grand surprise!
Furious hooves sought to end the fun,
Arrived too late, for the parties just begun!
Silent wedding bells seem to weep,
As the tears of a fallen God began to seep.
She fed from the well of the loving heart,
But its power had yet to play its true part.
With the violent flash of two hearts near,
The dark lady tasted a new emotion, fear.
Cast from the realm, filled with rage,
How long till this grim actor retakes the stage?
Taken ThroneRun ye tyrants, run and hide,
For upon renewed wings does freedom glide.
Over our eyes your darkness once was cast,
Chained were we to the sins of the past.
Now broken bonds are what remain,
And we must fight to end your reign.
Come brothers to my side,
For on this night we must ride.
Your sword shall sing when tyrants kneel,
Make its cold edge the last thing they feel.
FallFire, fire in the skies.
Only seen by lying eyes.
Men of cloth call to the crown,
Then fleece our eyes with woolen gown.
Preach the end of days is near,
All in the name of fear.
Fools flock to their call,
Only to see their prophet's fall!
Pyre WindsA god born of desert sands,
Has swept over our once pagan lands.
Under his gales, our rites did sink,
Till the world we knew was on the brink.
Men of cloth our eyes did fleece,
Till they thought our ways we'd cease.
Saved us all they claimed to have,
They'd mend our sins with hallowed salve.
But like spent fire in the dead of night,
Still our embers do carry light!
Reborn from ashes we have all been,
Still there is a fight to win!
Through eternity we shall carry the fire,
Till our bodies meet the funeral pyre!
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
Lair KingChain our thoughts,
And bind our souls.
Make us prisoner to the liar king!
From birth they teach us we are broken.
Our thoughts impure, our bodies tainted.
We must surrender our wills to the lair king!
To live our lives on our knees.
To see our deaths as sweet release.
We go to our savior the liar king!
And to those who think to call themselves free.
To the fire and hounds they must go.
Judged before the lair king!
Such fear and woe this must invoke.
Surely none would dare stand before the tide?
We shall remain slaves to the lair king!
Yet there are those who have seen dared looked past the veil.
They beheld the truth and shall spread the word.
Rise and fight the lair king!
Break the chains,
And slash the bindings.
Let's direct our gaze to the lair king!
Our wills be ours, our minds be free.
Our thoughts pure, our bodies strong.
Behold the fall of the lair king!
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