Misplacin’ entitlement,
bannin’ visitation
Crime ridden, broken windows,
lack of education
Survive the death of the soul,
a sole survivin’ nation
Shatterin’ family cores
and forcin’ new displacement
Wanderin’ hand is a force
we simply can’t escape from
Evil is bought and endorsed
through coded conversation
Don’t be afraid to show emotion
when you least expect it
It’s simply proof of your devotion
doubt is intercepted
Minutes turn to hours
as I savor every part of you
Sharin’ in the power
doin’ favors just to start anew
Demons fly to start a feud
Easy just to call a truce
“Betray your excellence and
your defeat will surely follow suit!”
So keep your head up
Don’t you let up ’cause the city beckons
The hourglass has been broken
as hours turn to seconds
Just let it bleed
and cut the ties that are bindin’
Feel the size of the lapse and write
’til your thoughts are unwindin’
Lace your mind with your talent
watch how the synthesis rises
Paint the ink with your truth –
the one that your demon despises
Start your count from eleven, writer
It’s down to the wire
Final hour requires shunnin’
your pain to the fire!
(Crack the hourglass!)
Never take for granted a single minute
(Crack the hourglass!)
Spend your days ascendin’ beyond your limits
(Crack the hourglass!)
Don’t let a single second go to waste
Invest in your expression
Believe in yourself and keep the pace.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
Held in place by an insatiable jolt, he heeds.
A feminine landscape, gracious in its bearing
and fiducial in character and grace,
commands the screen by way of a privileged audience.
Words of a genuine spirit are uttered,
producing a flavor of static serenity
potent enough to lead the meek away from sorrow
and into her pacifying warmth.
Majestic, both in name and persona,
normalized greys are cast aside
in favor of Kore’s illuminating, celestial sky.
Wrath disintegrates at her muted embrace and euphony.
William himself would reanimate
had life given him the gift of time
in servitude of the Priestess and her
tender and captivating adjudication:
“Et’rnity beest damn’d f’r having did produce an embodiment of majestic grace.”
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
*I lay, of my own volition, in a space meant for her:
a confined and achromatic scene.
My hands, malodorous, muddy and splintered,
leisurely rest on my chest, free from labor machines.
Here I rest, hackneyed and discouraged
in a pitifully human attempt to simulate death
I curse my virtue; it chastises back as it
mourns the curious exploitation of my health.
It was meant to last only a minute,
as sorrow chains my putrid despair in place.
Yet I, to this day, cannot begin to explain
how the darkness manifested itself a face.
I attempted to strike a movement but remained still
as the daemon began to smile.
The plan was to endure without oxygen for seconds,
yet the creature stayed my conscience for a while.
In a surprising and trepid consternation,
I find myself in service to mendicancy.
The creature, a devil with venetian red oculi,
salivates at its newest and prized delicacy.
I cry at the fleeting mastery of my faculty,
yet the tears remain inattentive and departed.
Time blesses the creature with a dominant sentence
as reality registers a dialog that I had started.
“Where is my daughter? I demand to know.”
The creature’s smile grows ever wider.
He then takes the form of the stuffed turtle toy
that used to sleep right beside her.
The creature, in a droning and unmelodious voice,
utters a perplexing, yet commanding noise:*
“ATIV ARETLA NI MAN ES ED OLEF”
*Frightened yet discouraged, I aim to find the sense
in the puzzling command the creature produced.
“She’s been missing for days! I need to know where she is!”
The beast speaks again, letting its anger loose:*
“FELO DE SE NAM IN ALTERA VITA!!”
*Suddenly, albeit boundlessly, the stillness was lifted,
and my structure was free from this tenebrous stead.
I raise myself and clasp at the summit’s precipice
after having danced with a beast in this wooden bed.
The vacant coffin remained pristine,
fitted with natural calico cotton lining.
The devil you fear the most is the one you create
and mine emerged with impeccable timing.
The creature’s malevolent ballad persistently tattles
as The Lapse rebroadcasts the “truth” it wanted to utter.
It had told me, “Become a felon of oneself,
and thine own life shall be traded for another.”
I refuse to concur with the creature’s decisiveness
as my unyielding faith will ensure my daughter’s return.
Her weighty and boundless absence must cease
and lead to the terminus of my inexhaustible concern.*
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
*Lost in conversation at a party
with a friendly person
I ended up almost tardy
but the event was worth it
This woman older than myself
had lost her youngest son
He had a bout with depression
and used his father's gun
A teen that never listens
comes with the territory
Blamed herself for doing the same,
called it her "horror story"
A touch of blue hit her face
as she remembered his smile
Her hands continued to shake;
they had been for a while
It got me thinking quite a bit
of what we leave behind,
be they achievements or kin,
by them we are defined
We tell the world of our struggles
with words and demonstration
and teach the kids how to live,
preventing devastation
Our legacy will continue
past their life expectancy
and through the passage of time
raise their dependency
The stench of death is rotten,
but still our biggest fear to date
is living life to the fullest,
yet remaining forgotten
And not to mention
raising sons and daughters;
we do our very best to keep them
from the guns and slaughter
Living in the here and now,
ever considered a future
where your experience today
will tutor newer users?
So* leave your mark - *be it poetry, melodies,
artistry, pedigree, even guiding infancy or
serving in an infantry, believe in your legacy
You're remembered infinitely.*
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
I dream of lovers
*who fascinate me to no end,
veering the course of their affection
from something they understand exists,
to something they fear to understand
I dream of* hearts
*yearning for their better halves,
as they seep deeper into the chasms
that engulf their intimacy within
I dream of* sinners
*who wish to speak of sin;
rather the innocence of deviance
and its naiveté when it comes
to matters of the heart
I dream of* writers
*who bleed from their pens
as they wholeheartedly express their emotions
and aspire to quell the heartache
that they endure every day
I dream of* innovators
*who wish to present upon their peers
the next invention selected
to represent the advent of a better tomorrow
I dream of tears.
I dream of* tears....
*Why? What sorcery forces one
to shed so many
that they leak past
the prisms of known consciousness
and into the peaceful slumber
that comforts aching minds?*
I apologize.
*Now you know of the dread, sorrow,
and sheer wonder that comes
when I dream of earthly elements
begging for peace.
I dream because I am a coward.
I apologize for* dreaming.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
*From the void that beckons,
we see that heaven's near,
but the darkness that engulfs us
keeps our cries from shedding tears
The rain would fall and cleanse the Earth
so the people praised it well
The castle walls had heard its song
right as midnight struck its bell
But when she cast infinity
the rain hadn't had its fill
so sadly clouds were forced to flee
yet the days grew* darker still
*Pluck the wings of ravens
to prevent the coming flood
The ones who offer haven
let their fingers run with blood
The Court was born to trim the herd
who swear to Ravenswood
They seek the one ill-fated girl
to restore our land for good
'Cause when she cast infinity
the Earth was standing still
Her soul can harm eternity
as the days grow* darker still
*Believers of their noble cause
shall be met with open arms
They only seek to halt the pause
by the grace of love and harm
Putrid souls are sacrificed
for the weakness that they show
The Court shall welcome crimson tides
as their looming shadows grow
'Cause when she cast infinity
it was nature that she killed,
but now the Court will set us free
Advent days are* brighter still.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
*Puddles of exhausted days cleanse the Earth,
absent the promise of advent pain or joy;
greatness, humming its tune in a muted voice of desired power,
masquerades as a lone lily eagerly awaiting growth.
Once a maiden, borne of love and wanderlust, though
pierced by an agonizing reality synthesized from doubt,
now royalty, paving her path to ascension on slanted land
keen on ensnaring her under its shared deprivation,
yet she beckons! Her demons unfathomably whisk away;
nightmares suffocate within her potent cocoon,
and her bright soul illuminates the dawn that breaks.
Alexander shamelessly bathes in its everlasting warmth,
for dawn is absolute, thereby equal to her word.* Consume it.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
*My mind has been stained with a past
with effects I pray that don't last (God bless)
I shoo my demons away
ensurin' one good deed a day (God bless)
Elicit an interest, I'm happy to visit
a show - I'm unwillin' to miss it
And if you're a demon, you're not on the list
Held a gesture that may seem explicit
Exhausted and sweaty, my hands in the air
as I'm praisin' the lord as my savior
Demeanor is just, showin' nothin' but care,
second-guessing my tender behavior
Belated display of the human decay
as forgiveness is out of our way
With nothin' to say, my silence speaks volumes
I call you, appalled to this day
The demons appear to be trustworthy
but trust me, do not be deceived
and open your eyes as I beg that you must hurry,
otherwise it's a shock you'll receive
I know in my heart that I'm playin' the part
of a victim who happened to listen
The voices who lust for a shatter of trust
are now quiet and seemingly missin'
My mind has been stained with a past
with effects I pray that won't last (God bless)
I banish my demons away
as I leave with little to say (God bless).*
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
*Ever envisioned a future
devoid of hate and hypocrisy,
where blatant apologies
came from guilty rulers?
That same universe was full
of people wearing faces,
forced to select from emotions
on a regular basis
Willing to ****** in the name
of safety or religion
Our minds are shattered by hate,
a mental demolition
Shaking the very foundation
of our moral dilemma
Objectives handed in spades
with a corrupt agenda
The enemy of my enemy is a frenemy:
a friend I never wanted
but needed this final century
Now striking iron for profit
we're unable to claim
and risk to lay in a coffin
chiseled with "Rest in Shame"
We crave to show our emotions
at metal institutions
and purchase masks that are
synthesized for silent humans
All due respect,
don't pay or settle for a single face
'cause at the end of the day,
we're just a single race
Right from the mouth
of our appointed leader:
"Sacrifice liberty for security,
and you deserve neither!"
We might be faceless
against the coming oblivion,
but staying strong together
portrays flawless resilience!*
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
*She fell for wonderland
Now that her mind's taking over
she takes a gander and wonders
if she could understand
Minimal hand holding,
she felt a sense of control
beyond her natural limits
and met her inner soul
And it was smiling back;
they had a conversation,
praising the gift and the curse
that come with ruling nations
Corrupt insinuation,
standing ovation to a leader's malfeasance
like a "crowd-pleasing" situation
It told her to breathe
She saw her love and her fire
Her wants were thrown to the flames,
and burning with desire
The air around her was pleasant,
and compared to the toxic and suffocating reality,
a refreshing present
The water's effervescence
felt like diminishing truths,
and every second was shackled
with fear of evanescence
This dream is liberating,
lucid enough to abuse it,
and yet the fear of awaking is very irritating
Is she falling in peace,
or falling to pieces?
She's now feeling the sheets,
but refusing to leave this!
"I am nothing without this,
I'm begging you to wait up!"
(You're terrified without us,
we're getting you to WAKE UP!)
"I'm with the love of my life"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Immune to cuts from my knife"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Dining with those that I've lost"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Willing to pay any cost!"
(...but it's only a dream)
"Heavenly taste of this world"
(...but it's only a dream)
"I'll buy more time with these pearls...!"
(...but it's only a dream)
"I'm satisfied with my looks!"
but it's only a dream!*
You're so lonely, it seems!
**THE WORST WE'VE EVER SEEN!
THE WORST WE'VE EVER SEEN!**
...
*If she could understand,
she'd take a gander and wonder
whether her mind should take over
and fall for wonderland,
but the love of her life
and her family members
surround her hospital bed;
they pray that she remembers...
...that people love her,
and life is gray,
but we give it color.*
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC