As the blade passed from murder to maniac.
The weapon steals a minute portion of their tortured souls.
The energy pulsating form its hilt,
Empowers its wielder with wit and agility.
The humblest of men succumb to its addictive call.
In the moment, not one ounce of guilt is felt, the dagger prevents it,
Replacing most emotions with the bloodthirsty need to kill.
Seconds before the crime, no life is seen in the murderer’s eyes.
The only emotion visible as the knife is thrust into you, is bliss.
We’re on top of the world,
The hollow scatter about
Unwittingly giving up what little they possess
To superficial servants of Satan.
They rape, steal, murder and maim
With disturbed views of this holy land,
The god they worship, inactive and uncaring.
Mindless sheep wander with a false shepherd;
Righteous act to cull the herd.
Can you save the souls of the soulless?
Cleanse the hearts of the heartless?
Teach thinking to the thoughtless?
We are the true gods, creating our own world,
Piece by piece,
Thought by thought,
Soul by soul,
Our conversation is altering your reality.
Open your eyes.
All you desire comes to be if you believe,
We are our own creation.
Each action has an equal but opposite reaction,
No act of kindness goes unpunished.
This unstable world we live is fragile,
Requiring a perfect balance of yin and yang,
Peace and war,
Love and hate,
Harmony and chaos,
We can change that.
The very act of thinking is a rebellion.
Preaching this, a revolution.
You need only to think one thought,
To free yourself from the illusion laid before you.
I make the rules
The sky you once saw; a pale pastel.
The trees; jagged and unnatural.
Even your own body becomes foreign.
Do not fret, for your mind will adjust.
The illusion will reappear in another form,
And the fight for control will rise again.
That is, if you remember your last battle.
Each reapplication of lies
Become increasingly impossible to penetrate.
You must fight your own imagination.
The radiant heat that inspires summer love,
is slowly falling away like leaves in Autumn.
As the wave of frost billows over the earth,
hearts too, are affected by its suffocating cold.
What once was love and happiness spreading,
is now a blanket of regret and confusion.
No longer are couples joyously relaxing below the starlight skies of summer.
Those once envied for their passion,
are now distraught and alone.
Yet love likes to linger longingly.
Men struggle to impress those they admire,
while women waste worthless woe with imbeciles.
If only men had patience.
If only women had insight.
In this ever changing world,
in order to find love,
one must first find balance.
Love, love is a balance of pain and pleasure.
Where the pain they cause,
is outweighed by their passion.
Inside ourselves we strive for happiness,
yet we are riddled with conflicting emotions.
Pain and pleasure.
Joy and despair.
Arrogance and humility.
We are complicated beings.
We hie behind masks.
We threaten each others lives.
We cower in fear of one another.
Can we, as a whole, escape from this rut we put ourselves in?
Will humanity survive itself,
or will we drive the world into madness?
A kiss, short but full of passion.
You've got a tempestuous past,
fulfilling all your desires.
What about your future?
Will it be with the one you love?
Or still driven by your sensual appetite?
How will your satisfy your hunger?
A sparing array of snacks?
Or a nightly feast of ambrosia?
A god is giving you a chance now,
to see if you are worthy.
Will you take it?
Be embraced by the light?
Or continue down the path of darkness?
You can feel the rush surging through your body.
Non-stop electricity coursing through your veins.
The power is corruption stealing your soul.
Your desires in multiplicity,
acts recurring again and again.
Men become monsters hunting their prey.
Lusting without discretion,
Lilith lures their low-life souls.
Knowledge is a curse.
Given to us through deceit.
Or is it a gift?
Were we meant to be simple beings?
Did it's discovery corrupt our ancestors?
Were we always full of intrigue?
If we had kept living in the dark,
would one of our gifted, or cursed, try to lead us out?
Did God give us the ability to reason,
or did we strip it from His flesh?
Now with the limitless power to think,
will we destroy each other attempting to surpass ourselves?
Or will we prove ourselves worthy of the potent genius we somehow came to posses?
A spark to start my life,
A crutch to guide me through the chaos,
A mentor to teach me to think.
A child leaving to get his way,
searching for freedom,
attaining a curse.
A new young adult,
wise yet naive,
learns from his mistakes.
You are not just a dad to me
You are my Father.
My desires are insatiable.
My attempts to move on
only reassure the necessity.
Were I to ask of you
where your passion leads,
would you let me down softly
or take me by the hand?
In this age of chaos and revolt,
one must be loved by another.
Times are changing and so am I.
I've come out from my cocoon
entered a pig, escaped a man.
This transformation is in distress.
Requires more attention.
Needs more intelligence.
Hungers for contact.
Thirsts for love.
Soft and supple is the fruit that women bear.
Might I pluck it from her tree?
'Tis every man's desire, to taste such succulence.
In the absence of love, the feast is bittersweet.
Dare I say, the contrary compares to the food of the gods.
Men have trekked the earth for one mere glimpse,
I have traveled far less, yet my reward will be far greater.
May I taste the golden apple that is the fairer sex?
Time spent waiting for affection
is lost without reward.
I seek to cure the itch
which haunts us everyday.
A quick burst of passion
will go unspoken.
All your desires satisfied,
yet your chaste remains unbroken.
The most enjoyable of seven sins.
Let this sin consume us in flames.
The shadow of night closes in
as I gaze into your eyes.
You speak to me about love,
You ask for my guidance.
The advice I give is selfless.
I despise these feelings
which I posses for you.
They rot away at my heart,
as you help it fall apart.
I reassemble each piece,
'Tis the third time from you.
Still, I come crawling back,
the pain you cause, an addiction.
You are Poison.
Our strings are intertwined,
destiny had us come together.
The fates are to be undermined.
We are meant to be, always and forever.
Or so we thought.
My mind strayed from our purpose.
I became trapped in conformity.
I became what I despise.
You were no longer my priority.
'Twas my mistake.
Now that I've grown,
My mind is open and clear.
My life is back on track,
But is it too late to win you back?
I love you, I am sorry.
Forever and always,
We were meant to be.
A second chance,
Do I deserve one?
The engulfing darkness of jealousy takes over,
The all-consuming hatred for the one that stole your love.
The anger is misplaced ans irrational.
My mistakes are where my fury truly resides.
Forgiveness is what I ask, Love is what I desire.
I yearn to confront you, yet fear to ruin your happiness,
These feelings, bottled up, are erratic, distraught and unorganized.
How is it you feel?
What is it you desire?
Does your love still exist for me,
As mine does for you?
Your shallow breathing sending jolts down my spine
As I glide my fingers over you.
Your tightening grip causing me to gasp for air.
I feel your emotion flowing through me.
The shame we once felt fades into nothingness
As I press hard against your lips; Oh the taste.
The others in our minds long ago forgotten,
Let us savor this moment of utter bliss.
These feelings locked inside,
Must have a chance to escape.
As I lay next to thee, it is as if hearts grew as a vine.
Solar rays from thou radiant beauty, doth bring me joy.
The thump of our hearts beating in sync
My breath is caught, my mind is racing.
Admiring her beauty, her cheecks burning red
I take her by the hand, her skin as soft as silk
The chirps and whistles of nature fade
The aroma of lavender engulfs my senses.
We lean in. We kiss. My heart skips.
Her lips are lucious cherries,
Her eyes begging for another.
We caress each other, birds flying above.
What is this feeling, is it love?
As I hold you in my arms, my heart flutters. My only wish, in the moments that we touch, is that you are mine and not another's.
Yet as we part, my heart droops and wilts until our next embrace. The minutes drift into hours of longing for a brush on the arm or a subtle smile from your beautiful face.
Your touch casts away my troubles, your smile banishes my sadness. Gazing into your eyes, my breath is gone, and I am lost.
I can not find my way back into reality. My thoughts stray from the tangible. I forget my name.
The only thing that matters in that moment, is the connection I sense, holding your hands in mine, peering into your soul through your gorgeous eyes.