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"Beach."Two children ride swings on a midnight beach, the moonlight kissing their skinny shoulders as the tide claws at the sand. They don't notice. A gentle breeze turns into a savage gale, pushing up dirt like the dead come to life. The boy sighs, several grains of earth stuck in his teeth. He picks them out, nonchalantly. The girl giggles and goes on about her day. Her parents divorce with the snapping of a nearby palm tree.
Suddenly the earth shifts. Swing sets remain intact, but empires fall. Children laugh while soldiers cry themselves to the last of their slumber. I watch with a weak, weathered smile on my face; but this isn't my autobiography.
The boy sighs once more after consoling his friend. She smiles gently and stands up. She is ready to go. He has left ages ago. The wind picks up as the ocean falls off in shards -- shards of glistening sea. The wind picks up even more. He grabs her hand as they begin running alongside an anxious mooned, star-lacking backdrop. A man crosses their
Concrete CytologySubdivide and conquer everything
that lies beneath my feet.
A reflection found,
My gaze, until impact
with that mirror -
I was there.
Or was it...
Yes, more appropriate;
Vision submissive to gravity
In a fraction of a second,
Just to fall into
the glass beneath,
A horror film reaction:
What more could I want?!
I'm buried! I'm buried!
What more could I want?
Battle CryRun into the house,
Sign of purity.
Bust into the room,
Cock the gun,
Prep the eulogy.
Baby starts to scream,
Nothin' phases me.
Crimson paints the walls,
All the corpses bleed!
Guns a' blazin'
All sixty-six types of hell
They laughed as our bodies fell.
Strangers dressed in black,
Start the jeep,
Roll into the town.
Terror in the streets,
Sirens start to sound.
Pipebombs hit the walls,
Hear the screams,
Ceilings kiss the ground.
Victims fall in place,
See the peace we've found!?
Guns a' blazin'
All sixty-six types of hell
They laughed as our bodies fell.
To an Internet AdmirerI can't love someone I've never met.
My heart just doesn't work that way.
You tell me that you won't forget.
Well this is what I have to say:
You don't know my face,
You don't know my heart,
You don't know my name,
We're too far apart.
I know I seem cold,
But I cannot lie.
It would be unfair
For me to comply.
I can’t love a dream.
I need someone real.
I need true passion.
I need to feel.
I’m flattered by your compliments
That’s all my feelings consist of.
How can I love a dream
When I can’t even find real love?
StormThe perfect storm approaches,
pulls the strings, my strings.
I walk a path, light torches.
The storm is what love brings.
A thunder deafens birds momentously,
erases songs, all sounds at all.
It hits, then burns tremendously
and all that stands shall fall.
There is the cyclone, spins around.
Scatters wits with none of force.
All matter crumbles to the ground,
all planets change their course.
I welcome you, my lovely,
crush my being times again.
Make me feel alive and holy
like only your love can.
Canto Hacia La LuzCuál será el lugar
A donde van
¿Rechazados por ti?
Puede que el infierno
Sea su morada
Al no tenerte
Desean la muerte.
Te quiere lejos
De su pluma
Y de sus versos.
La estrella fugaz
Que nos inspira
En su efímera marcha
Vive en tu mirada.
Ella nos reta
A capturar su esencia
Renuente a ser
Traducida en letras.
Lleno de locos
Reclama la corono
Hundida en inocencia
Vuestra dama no ve
Es tu belleza.
La rebelde impotencia
Líder del partido
Reprimido en mi conciencia.
Detener la sublevación
Te daría mis ojos
Portadores de pasión.
Para que así
Veas en su magnificencia
La luz de las estrellas
Que iluminan mi vida.
An Unseen SingerShe was much more than a voice to me,
Yet her face I never got a chance to see,
And so a sweet sounding melody
Is all that remains of her inside of me,
And only when drifting through some dream
Does a wishful vision of her come to be,
This fool's version of reality—
A beauty seen—only through the song she sings.
Seasons of the HeartWinter wind reaches, fingers fleeting,
Thunder storms and rain drops streaming.
Winter strangled hearts, cold seeping.
Moments fleeting, moments fleeting.
Spring flowers blooming, soft breeze blows,
Water's sweet kisses; dew-grass glows.
Hearts healing as shy sun beams flow.
We can all grow, we can all grow.
The sun's light grows with strength and flair,
Blinding, warming all in its glare.
Passionate hearts walking on air.
No time to care, no time to care.
Red leaves falling drift, slowing time,
Soft sun is setting, finishing its clime.
Love's heat lingers, withstanding time.
Sweet hearts still chime, sweet hearts still chime.
collab with Mordial33'Pon Love, An Aphrodisaic Obium
How oft dost thou lookest to thine heart?
Thy love beest beauty, 'tis beauteous art,
A beacon of light in lovers' dark,
Her name on thy lips in the silence, stark;
Thy love beest beauty, a beauteous art.
How oft hast thou lookest to thine hand?
'Tis red-tinged in color: a rose-stung hand,
Thy blood on the ground doth stain the sand,
A crimson verge from a rose-stung hand,
Thy love beest beauty, an art unplanned.
The Rub'i of Vows Forlorn
The maiden clad in shrouded shades of sorrow sung
To Fate of her yearning while the chapel bells rung,
I swear by these sweet musings my love, 'pon my word:
A song of sweet serenity, with sorrow strung.
Exile On BricksIf you could only hear
One verse of mine
I would be more
Than a white wall.
Trying to touch
The other side
Where you are
Reaching a star.
This blind land
Can see its light
All your love
In the heights.
One only desire
Write your lips
In the seas.
When my broken soul
Wants to hold you
Forever in my arms
I sadly remind
That I can’t.
I don’t exist
In your world
Never was born
A poet for you.
Through the wall
I see your smile
Your whole life.
My little universe.
You know it as
A beautiful manA sculptured face of ice
lingers in between the locks of gold.
Lids closing over glacier eyes.
His beauty is the oldest story told.
The music box stops playing
as deft long fingers break it.
His breath on me is flaying,
my soul is pained and naked.
Why his skin is cold like marble?
Also pale, and soft, and lifeless?
His cold kisses tend to startle.
Why his heart is broken clueless?
He says he's waiting in the dark,
gathering dust on shelves of love.
But in fact his hollow body's stark,
his feelings stolen by a dove.
midnight balladi leap unto darkness
disappear from the eyes of your heart
lost in trust
i've lost my way
because of the raindrops that rest on your face
lies like the walls restraining me
no longer can i breathe
i swallow my thoughts
and continue on in this sea of memories
scars to the core
do you enjoy the sight of my begging hands?
just like the final act
the clock strikes midnight
why am i still here
Against the WindowRaindrops pound
Against the window of my heart,
Without sight of end or start.
All the colors turn to gray,
Close my eyes
And let the rain wash me away.
Picking through the open wounds
Of memories and regrets
I try to move ahead
But all the roads are soaking wet.
Struggling past the obstacles,
Pushing through the pain,
I know this hurt would disappear
If I saw you again.
To hold your hand one more time
To see your smiling face,
To bury you inside my chest
Absorbing your embrace.
If time were not my enemy,
If fate were not my foe,
I'd lock you up inside me
And never let you go...
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