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i am...
09:50 Jun 26 2012
Times Read: 452




i am he, who dances in the eyes of the damned

i am he, who's joy is the failing of the land,

i am he, who knows the secrets that abide,

i am he, who hears all of true loves lies,

i am he, who smiles as all hope is lost,

i am he, who can watch as ayoung soul rots,

i am he, to whom all tolls are owed,

i am he, who controls the only road,

i am he, who plays as the whole world screams,

i am he, who tastes all of your precious dreams,

i am he, who is constant throughout all time,

i am he, i'm the one you will never find,

i am he, and i sit as i always will,

on my bloody throne on this broken hill.

if i could...
14:45 Jun 25 2012
Times Read: 455

if i could see with the eyes of an angel,

what would i see lokking down at me?

when i look in the eyes of an angel,

all the cares of the world seem to fall from me,

if i could die in the arms of an angel,

would i be soo cold as to make one stay?

if i could breathe in the breath of an angel,

what wonders would my frail human eyes see?

if i was to be held by an angel,

would tears fall from my eyes unremittingly?

if i could sleep at the feet of an angel,

would that be enough of a life for me?

if i could bask in the smile of an angel,

i wish i could but i cant you see...

i am as only i can be,

there are no angels to comfort me,

just the sky and the earth and the folk i see,

and that is all i will ever need...

points of view
08:11 Jun 14 2012
Times Read: 476

furtive, askance, surreptitious and sly,

these are the ways they use thier eyes,

these creatures of habit recycle thier time,

remaking themselves to cover their crimes,

the weakest among you are to be left for dead,

being stong aint an option that fits in all heads,



in the fullness of time we will all see,

reason long forgotten in bad company,

against the odds you all fight for your rights,

but wont break chains that bind you too tight,

unknown for too long by them were you held,

old habits reinforcing old prejudices spell,



so it seems this is just the way that things are,

with soft worded promises, and truths too bizzare,

you are addled and mollified supressed and asleep,

while promisers promise promises they never keep,

you see all that happens but are then turned away,

your mind filled with worries and cares of each day,



cause the world you live in is beyond the scope,

of a normal type everyday average life folk,

and the images and music fed you day after day,

are there to distract you as long as they may,

for some they are respite from the noise in their heads,

and help soothe irritations which are left by the meds,



so you drink to free the caged parts of the mind,

and experience new things to see what you find,

but as each day closes and sleep takes the rest,

what becomes of the ones who failed the test,

is true that youre no longer able to care,

is it too hard to deal with the life you have here?



as times passage flows from your now to then,

will you do all your able to love all your friends,

say strangers are just friends you havent met,

sad it seems all too easy for most folks to forget,

earths precious seeds are now twisted by greed

lifes much more driven by want than by need



and when its all over and the curtain is drawn,

will the world or your life be the one you'd mourn,

is the future you leave the one that you'd choose,

if not then why do you not change your views,

all the power rests in your mind and your hands,

to take it all back get off your knees and demand,



that the things in your will be put to right,

a world that is safe every day and each night,

for you and your bretheren and your children too,

to build a bright future there is much to do,

So stand and be counted and include all your friends,

and love friends and family are yours till the end

our burning passion (what are we?)
23:56 Jun 10 2012
Times Read: 490

we dance untill we can dance no more,

are our feet even touching the wooden dance floor,

fires hot passion burning deep in our chests,

we spin, twirl and leap by the darkness possessed,

are the things we are doing considered alright,

flames mystic magic enlivens the night,

our hunger the fuel that lights up the skies,

passions hungered repast no need to belie,

destruction it seems wil be where we will end,

now in ashes we sit all our powers been spent,

as the smoke starts to clear it is easy to tell,

we are done for this time it tolls does deaths knell,

end all our carvorting in the place that we dwell...











read the first word of each sentacne for the answer.

this way
16:44 Jun 10 2012
Times Read: 496

when dawns cold fevered grip tightens and the nights power ebbs and fades,

when those who swell and dwell in darkness start to feel the winds of change,

as the enemies hideous power heightens and childrens dreams start to slip away,

as we feel that which binds us tighten heart cleaves to hearts dreams, in dismay

and in that sweet, brief, fleeting moment as i hold your love in my minds hands,

and i know what it is to be immortal, and what power it is that all gods command,

then with dawns breaking 'pon darknesses shore your love fades and is mine no more,

thus with it loss this new days dawn is darker than any ever were before,

with bright days dawning all hope is gone true loves light faded lifes purpose forlorn.



in that dread edged sliver betwixt this and that where all possibilites are,

when all that was seems as a dream fading to be lost forevermore,

in that hasrh, bleak and broken fragment as both truth and lies seem done,

when time drags its feet like hates shackled minnoin from despairs depths overcome,

it is a thing most ethereal that which can know not its own powers might,

that will guide the lost given half a chance toward each loving night.