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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.
Angel of JusticeI am the Angel 'Justice'
mine, fiercely sought after scales.
For in my balance
In my presence always
Satan does fail.
And, shall flee
should I be for thee.
For he knows, the time is at hand.
His fear is great
for I never deviate.
When the Lord hath spoken
I take command!
And I shall remain
unto the end of time,
slow, and precise, my chore.
That all may see
the truth rejoice.
I spread my wings
at the guilty's door!
Devil's ReignHe walks the earth
to and fro.
No one sees him as he walks.
Still he is there
as sure as the darkness.
He lives,he breeds, he stalks;
the innocent prey that he hunts
It is a wonderful time, indeed
to breath upon them the breath
disrupt their lives,
corrupt their seed.
In his hands are deciet
His mouth, dissembling.
To know him is to know death
darkness, prison and chains.
He warms your hands
with his strategems
...as slowly, you learn his name.
And you discover there is
no way out.
You have entered the devil's reign.
IntangibleYesterday...was a butterfly
a fragile, delicate jewel.
Given me, in nonchalance
used, like a careless tool...
Those days gone by like big white clouds
passed through serenity;
a time stood 'still'; captured and framed
in this place called memory.
Where birds sang, sweet and soft;
where the wind, caressed the tall grass.
Where innocence, was the eye of a doe;
a beauty, come to pass...
For there came a time for learning
the winds of change
whipped, and turned;
through all live 'unsuspecting'.
What the future can never relearn.
Queen of HeartsYou may be wondering as you read this
how she came to get her name.
The secret died with the man
she loved long ago
where today, her soul remains;
guarded and protected.
Beside him until the end of time.
There's no way - anyone
could break the chain
that binds her to his side.
..Though the Joker thought, he could win her
with his Jesters
three and four.
"The laugh of the town" thought they;
"Make her blood run cold".
The results, however, had startled him
so he crawled back on his knees;
bewildered by her, relentlessness
so prepared he, to beg, to plead.
But you're playing with the Queen of Hearts!
Don't attempt to 'begin' to amend!
Beaten at the start
with the rules
of your own game!
who knows all men.
ConfidenceCan you do it?
Only I can try.
Nothing can stand in my way,
Find the reason to stay.
Ignore the feelings of self doubt,
Don't give up.
Enter the barrier,
Nothing to lose.
Carry on and fight,
Everyone is waiting in the light!
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.
I am what I eatso many choices
so little time
drive through slime
tomorrow I'll start over
clean and sober
back to my garden
back to my roots
delicious and satisfying
fresh veggies and fruits
next time I'm rushed
and wanting a treat
I'm going to remember
I am what I eat
LadderEveryone told me to go up,
be the best you can be.
Everyone wants to believe,
they too can become part of the sea.
It is so lovely from above!
you can see the lovely dove,
flying abreast the place,
where everyone has come to love..
A societal place,
a glorious marking,
to those who smile,
and challenge failure in the face..
Up the rungs they go,
stepping on the obstacles,
Monkey says, Monkey do,
it follows to you.
With stride becomes pride.
Leaving realistic and sensible expectations to the side,
and hitching arrogance for the ride.
thinking they are so high!
I can't believe they turned my nose at me,
at what status they could see!
With that height on the rungs and life,
do they not think of the bad and strife?
I wonder, I wonder...
As they climb,
they only risk their demise.
With each step,
death comes to rise.
I watch for that one slip,
that one mistake.
Because they don't know,
how painful it is to
G R O U N D
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
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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