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On HolidayDon’t ask me why I feel the need,
Don’t tell me what I should believe.
Don’t stitch me up when I bleed.
Don’t ask me why I want to leave.
I’m visiting my old friends.
Agony, hate and cruelty.
They’ve known me since it began,
And down the road so grueling.
Laced words, written in calligraphy.
Spaced out, Lost within the bigotry.
Hate all, indoctrinated by the ministry.
Love none, defining it by chemistry.
I embrace all of that which is dark.
Built the depths of my personal hell,
Led to a place on the map unmarked.
But I can tell you just where I fell.
Here I am, here I lay.
Here I’m dying today.
Here I was, Here I’ll be,
Hell of an Epitaph to me.
Where are you, wandering?
What kind of gift, did you bring?
Costs are up, Stocks are down.
And I’m here underground.
God is dead, long before,
In a box, nothing more.
Caustic sounds, Toxic play,
It’s a brand new holiday.
And I’m visiting my old friends.
Agony, hate, and cruelty.
Kill the ShepherdFolded hands in proper laps,
Wait for the speaker to conclude.
Rumbling audience and roaring claps,
Or silence, when verbally nude.
Exposing thoughts once locked up,
Truthful and too dangerous to touch.
Venom poured into a paper cup.
Or so, they will tell you as much.
Forge a word, hammer it down.
Display your fabricated passion.
Hear their cheers shake the ground.
Then exit the place in an orderly fashion.
A mask of words and costume designed,
Sheep are so easy to beguile.
Subtle promises seemingly benign,
Grow malignant after a while.
But an honest man is a quiet man.
Spotlights seem to elude him.
Microphones taken from his hand,
The media will only exclude him.
It is the unplugged words spoke,
So quiet they’re barely heard,
And then gone like a wisp of smoke,
That are the very best for the herd.
Sometimes it takes a wolf’s howl,
To stir the minds of wandering sheep.
The shepherd dead and wolf obeyed now will,
Shake them from an ignorant sleep.
Lifestyles of the Broke and Nameless.They look down at you from their pillars.
Stone canopies full of the colorful and gilded.
“You can’t come up here, you’re not the right kind.”
“Stay on the ground, no sun for the wilted.”
They stand on you. They live so high.
On the broken backs of the working class.
Hold them up, work til you break for a shot.
To climb up too and sit on your ass.
We hold these truths to be self-evident,
But denied to those south of the canopy.
That all men are created equal,
And have the right to be happy.
Something is terribly wrong here.
Where the spoils go to the spoiled.
A lifetime spent on the ground,
A lifetime spent on the work toiled.
Never enough to get to school,
Never enough to afford to retire.
Barely enough to window shop.
Barely enough to even aspire.
From the pillars, they look down.
As the pillars break and the broken stand.
Since all men are created equal,
Let them join us here on the land.
I died todayIn a hospital so white,
my eyes and ears open wide.
I take in the smells, people,
the thoughts that gladly ring.
Their cries of pure joy and victory,
leave me surprised and petrified.
I'm not in history..
I died today,
my lungs can breathe.
I died today,
my heart only sings.
My skin is still warm,
eyes still blue and white.
My mouth moves,
smoothing stiff grooves.
My arms raise,
My legs do as I say.
Nothing is injured, bent
and even broken..
Yet I died today..
And I am still alive.
Tender TortureWhy do you torment me, fairest one?
Are you doing it just for fun?
Why must you taunt me with your presence
Being near me and acting in ignorance?
So thin I suffer from translucence
Made see-through with insignificance
As you pass me by my eyes happen to chance
On yours, as if at a dance
Were you looking at me with your lingering gaze?
Making me think of imaginary days
And wishing for hypothetical years
Holding you close as old age nears
How do other men feel when met by your eyes?
Do their hearts begin to tell lies?
How much hurt do I need to feel
To know your affections aren't real?
I know it's futile, you told me so
With a tender voice a while ago
Now wordlessly you torture my soul
Which wants to think you're my whole
The Labyrinth of Me (Complete)Restless in the stormy night.
Like candle flame unwaning light.
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds.
Waking dreams my mind unfurled.
Void of colour just shades of grey.
No-one here to guide my way.
Echoes of a man lost in a dream.
Porcelain statues unable to scream.
The labyrinth of me lies ahead.
Each step, each breath fills me with dread.
On every wall my portraits hang.
Each one painted with an honest hand.
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt.
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward.
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn.
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf.
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth.
Judges grinning while banging their gavels.
The pages before me the black book unravels.
Some pages are empty and others unclean.
Allowing you only to see the obscene.
Myself I am judge no lies to deceive.
Like a mirror reflecting my every misdeed.
The revelation of faces grinning before me.
They are all me both judge and jury.
A guilty verdict the
Patience.First, it starts with a millisecond.
Then a second,
and after that a minute.
Fifty-nine minutes later, and it is an hour.
Twenty-three hours later it is a day,
and after a couple of weeks, it is a month.
Eleven months later it is a year,
and after a year, it is a century,
and after a century,
there is nothing.
So have patience.
"Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit." ~Moliere
Leave your whole life
Your soul has been called
Break the chains
Holding you back
But you can’t tell
What tears you apart.
No one has to know
By this time
We will hide
From the world.
Screams your name
Don’t let them down
Show your face.
Louder and louder
You are deaf.
But it’s time
To prove yourself
They want blood.
He is coming
Let the rage grow
Inside your veins
And you will be
What they want.
And Now I've Lost the StarsOh God, how did the sun turn into blood?
How did the lunar surface start to crack?
When all I did was lay my head to rest
As nightfall, soft, cascading in a flood
Bespoke my eyelids, conquered, muscles slack
Embraced in heavy slumber on its breast.
The night breeze took my breathings one by one
And carried them to frozen lands afar,
And crumbled all my dreamings into dust.
Oh God, I cannot move without the sun,
And now I've lost the stars.
An Era to Forgive
Out of the dark ages I come,
leaving the past behind.
Away from the pain, scars,
and my own demise.
Behind what I have put to rest,
a fire sparked from the ashes.
Hot and burning,
it claims what used to be mine....
I'm at peace with myself,
I've tasted my medicine.
Every day I live,
I learn to forget and forgive.
AnxietyTrembling, my heart goes weak
My body, and all muscles refuse to obey
For sanity, now I desperately seek
Someone, hold me and stay
Why does this person scare me so
Even though we haven't spoken in ages?
I'm scared, I'm scared, don't let me go
Talking to him makes my whole body quake
My fingers can barely hold a pencil
Or hold a simple fist
My knees vulnerable, please be still
The blood within racing
Life is slowly drifting from me
My nerves replaced with numbness
Fear replaces serenity
As I beg myself to stop making this mess
Of Empty Seas and Fated SkiesI.
She gave our golden days of summer
to Dionysian dreams,
chasing phantom shards of sunlight
as she fled the hand of Fate.
The sun was out and we were in
the Labyrinth in the kitchen,
searching small, dark cupboards
for the treasure she had hidden.
Swallowed up in all her sorrows,
swamped by soughing Acheron,
she drank the Lethean waters,
and forgot that we were there.
Bottled ichor, precious poison,
creeping shadow, black like ink;
in the Daedalean night,
we tipped it down the sink.
A wand’ring, cruel Odysseus,
he sailed in winter’s gales,
crashing like the heaving seas
and pounding us like waves.
FreakI love the burning of bitter frost my bare flesh.
I hate the haze of a summer's sun on my back.
The sound of a harp does nothing but piss me off.
And I love the smell of a charring forest turning black.
Am I a freak of nature or just a natural freak?
Do I see you staring at me or am I staring at you?
What does it matter to you what I do with my life?
What kind of damage to you could my opinions do?
I want to spit acid in the eyes of every deceiver.
Everyone who says "How are you?" and doesn't mean it.
And to those vanilla liars, I am their hell's receiver.
And I will punish them whatever way that I see fit.
You don't care about me, you're just doing what's expected.
You follow the rules and can't handle anything bizarre.
Ask "How are you?" and I'll tell you "I don't know."
And you can't respond just because that's how you are.
You and the ignorant will get what's coming soon.
And it will make you all rethink your social position.
Do you smile because you're happy or because we want it?
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