Look over where the flowers grow
Watch the men at work in their glow.
Under the carnations, tulips, lilies and a rose
There lies a headstone of marble and tears.
It's worn face tells of years in throes
The respite inside saw the setting sun in fear.
Wilted were the flowers with limp petals
No sign of the hands that laid them in mettle.
In dusk there came creatures of comfort
When beautiful silence encroached the earth.
The deftly moving hands of fate wandered in the night
Searching for the opportunity of a strange plight.
They were strange and forgotten without notice
Their marble hearts stole the souls of warmth that drunk from its chalice.
The twilight of the darkness caressed the sky
As men were asleep near their hearths.
The soul that rested in the cold ground knew the silence's cry,
The beautiful silence that despised the light and it's worth.
Where a cold soul has worth in the sea of the cursed,
When the light left death to revel in warmth.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
It was upon the whim of an ancient cataclysm,
That brought forth the faith of naturalism.
The praying of saints and sinners alike, whether in the grave or still full of life.
A judge of true light to be heralded as grand,
Receives the effort of an avenging plight.
Remember in darkness where the truth lies, as it lies in the beholder's eye.
Trick our souls into feeling the withering cause of death.
With one last stroke we shall take expel our breath.
Break down these barriers and how they exist,
Make all divinity crash down with it.
What gods may conquer, they shall never control.
For the armies of faith and secularism will be in turmoil.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
The words lost in the cacophony of deranged souls from the void,
They call out to me in need and look for a place to bleed.
Whereas their spirit sinks into the earth to be forgotten.
But forgive me not as I take your vitality and whither it away,
Like the leaves in the dying season of fall turning to winter placing us in the fray.
Punish what is seen and not told, similar to the blind man's aspirations of sense twice fold.
Beat upon this golden armor and wash away the dirt,
For being a brother to me in this world is there the pain shall spur.
But as I envision a perfect world together,
There comes the reality of a horrid, deathly endeavor.
No more sight within this broken lens,
All the blurred cracks shall repeat again.
Listen to these souls of a world gone dark and dreary,
Let this weary forsaken soul become human and bleed with feeling.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
Fallen angels rise
The lost bury their sorrow
The dead rise again
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
Beyond the lurid hills of wonder and the mirror lake,
A land of livelihood and mirthful wake.
Where seraphim touch the facade of nature's beauty,
Where nephilim perform their sacred duty.
The vast expanse of ethereal asunder,
The demons quake in its peaceful slumber.
A paradise for few where the holy once held,
Now the desires to consecrate purposes will meld.
The fruitful trees of an innocuous test,
Which hold the desires of men in its breadth.
The wary traveler dare not stay,
For in the garden will you shy away.
Breathe the breath of a thousand days,
Yearn for the fruit from an eternal wage.
The garden of life, the garden of sages.
The angels will call, and to the cull shall sin fall.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
Fear of absolution, relishing of hindrance.
A wall of black, darkness that rests within
To fall under blistering defeat to reiterate the blood red scrolls of sin.
Decimate remains of a hallowed grave,
Torment and desire to those who strayed.
Falter under knowledge of an atrocious cause,
Beg for the black widow to hear you call.
Succumb to the temptation of a lustrous quintessence,
Grasp at the hot wind of a deserts blast.
Underestimate the repudiation of the reserved contrast,
To be forever forgotten, but to always last.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
An endearing gesture, the respited conjecture.
Fidelity to be measured within the length of our arms,
To be faithful to ends in which gratitude is yet yearned.
Within the brazen walls of such lasting impressions,
The only abstract love is of the confessions.
Let the sincerity of words touch your stricken heart,
Before this world ends, before affliction starts.
Trust these words of wisdom that age cannot exactly tell,
Listen to the gallows of before a winter fell.
The warmth in your veins mingles with the red of mine,
Under the sported remains of a husk of refrain.
Be the wind to guide the loose leaves of a summers passed,
Be the loving gesture of a lasting lovers grasp.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Watery depths to sink in like stones, relishing the moments as gold wears down and folds.
Take this epitome of life and flush the blood out, the snow white complexion seemingly calmed down.
White gold mixes with bronze, bronze to mix with steel. This makes an alloy no stronger than it feels.
Quiet silence, sudden outbreaks, what happens to these souls when their love washed away.
Rush up to the wooden box, to be buried under the snow.
Push those regretful tears away, filled with sorrow and woe.
Put down those hands upon white cloth, resting onto the black attire to reminisce on the moment with loss
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
A desolate desire, a rambunctious hope.
To see the burning fire within this zealous stroke,
With inflamed vessels of red to be seared,
The beat of a heart with a sound quite fickle.
Undecided fate, lack of concentration.
In a mind of dissipation, despise the renunciations.
Piece together the puzzle of the human mind and rip apart to be in the mad man's confines.
Fortitude to bear, uninterrupted disaster.
Tutor the wreck less with ambition, explain your own maddening rendition.
Take back the flames of a stolen heart, hope it lasts before it starts.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
When the threads of gold are stretched,
When the lives of men are in distress.
Pull down the lever to start this endeavor,
With the pinprick of the gold spinner to put the princess to sleep,
Bring about the winds of change as warring factions heed the call of priceless lives,
The minstrels singing to the winners who survived the fall.
With the kingdom crumpled and the men at fault,
Who is there to blame but the king's forethought?
Wherein these restless nights shall lead to turmoil and the walls shall decay.
Despise the soldiers who protect the fray,
Put arms in revolution and take back the winds...
And have it all start over again.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC