There was once a man lost at the crossroads
who pondered which road to behold.
He hesitated to walk down a single path,
fearing how long the roads would last.
In his mind, he recalled the voice of a friend
who was willing to guide him to the end.
They said “There’s no need to go alone.
Whichever path you take, you’ll find your way home.”
With nothing to lose, the man took his stride
down a path he could take without too much pride.
Though he knows not his destination, he still walks,
knowing that there is light to guide him in the dark.
Whatever clouds may gather above,
he can be reassured that he is loved.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 6:14 PM UTC
They call him the King of Horror
He’s a walking Armageddon
A nightmare given flesh
Made to rot and decay
Just like everything else
I call him by the barcode
Written right on his brain
Nihilson
CHORUS 1:
With an empty stomach and heart
There is no hope from the start
That’s how he was designed
To cut our world down to size
From the penthouse fat cats
To the downtown thugs
No man or child is safe
From his marrow touch
And his eyes of hate
They see no happiness
No truth or dare
Just bugs and cocktails
Waiting to be spilled
Till every drop is gone
He won’t rest in peace
Until life is dead
CHORUS 2:
With an empty stomach and heart
There is no love from the start
That’s how he was designed
(God help our wretched souls)
To tear the world down to size
He’s cut the world down to size
Is he the King of Horror?
Can he crawl out of the grave
And into our dreams?
Is there no stopping him?
Will our minds be wiped clean
So we can suffer no longer?
Will we not even remember
How Nihilson came to be?
What does it matter?
We are who we will be
From one monster to another
It’s all a bad dream
That’s all we can dream
To be heard and never seen
That’s who we will be
If we don’t wake up and see
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
What you watch?
What you see?
What you hear?
What you read?
What you learn?
What you know?
What you don't?
Where you go?
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
Beware of falsehoods
That's what the cards told me
Now the curtain is rising
And it's not pretty to see
The bridges are long gone
But the evil still breeds
What's going to happen to us and me?
Where is our Shepherd
When we need him dear?
Isn't there much more to life
Than just blood and tears?
A hot steel rhino
Drowns a city in its screams
What's going to happen to them and me?
The accursed notebook
Earns its stars and stripes
The eagle is grounded
While the magpies take flight
A young grim reaper
Brings his scythe to a sheen
What's going to happen to him and me?
Here lies Jonny Boy
And his fall from grace
All his strings are breaking
And he realizes too late
Forgive me Claudine
For the bitterness I keep
What's going to happen to you and me?
Brains are frying
And hearts are spilled
The more we hurt now
The longer it takes to heal
Have I still a long way
Before I lay down and sleep?
What's going to happen to all and me?
Where are you now, dear Shepherd?
Can you hear me?
Can we save ourselves?
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
*Oh, Abernathy
How long has it been
Since we left school
And went our separate ways?
Oh, Abernathy
I still think of you
And I wonder how you are
To this day
All the things we used to make
All the rules we tried to break
And they say that kids will still be kids
But, oh, Abernathy
The teachers are doing fine
They were smiling
When I visited them one day
And, oh, Abernathy
I hope you're doing well
Wherever you are
Whatever may come your way
Oh, the memories I hold dear
They have all but disappeared
It's both a blessing and a curse
Oh, Abernathy
My Lawrence, Abernathy
I wonder what you're doing
To this day
There's no need to be upset
Please don't sweat this stuff or fret
I only want to let you know
Abernathy, you're still on my mind
I remember your golden hair and your pearly eyes
Our friendship will never fade away, I swear
Oh, Abernathy
Dear Lawrence, Abernathy
I just pray to God
That you are still okay
Oh, Abernathy
I always think of you
And I wonder how you are
To this day*
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
*Whatever happened to the promises
We made for the greater good?
What are we doing to keep them?
Are we doing less than we should?
What are we teaching our children now?
Are we teaching them at all?
What will they grow up to be?
Will they live to become our downfall?
Did we forget our own language?
Or did we simply not learn in the first place?
And have we no words to write
And no words to say?
What good are our brains
If we have no mind to use them?
Is this the best we can do?
Have we reached our limits?
Can we aim high no longer?
Are we fated to aim forever low?
How many times must we be warned
Until we get the message?
Are the ones who warn wasting their breath?
Are we going deaf?
How much blood do we have to spill?
How much damage do we have to cause and feel?
Have we gone blind?
Whatever happened to goodwill?
What's to become of the loving ones?
What's to become of the earnest ones?
What's to become of everyone with a heart?
Are all the good people doomed
To be used by the bad?
Is this the best we can do?
Have we reached our limits?
Can we aim high no longer?
Are we fated to aim forever low?
What about faith, hope and love?
What about those who live to love?
What about faith, hope and love?
What about those who live for love?
What about faith, hope and love?
What about those who live in love?
What about faith, hope and love?
What about those who live and love?*
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
*What are you thinking now?
Where are you going now?
What are you thinking, Colobus?
How are you doing today?
How are you feeling today?
How are you doing, Colobus?
Is there somewhere that you need to be?
Or feel the urge to be?
Is there something that you want to do?
No matter how high the walls may be?
Will you be alright out there?
Even in the cold night out there?
Will you be alright, Colobus?
Promise that you'll take care out there?
Promise that you'll be strong out there?
Promise that you'll take care, Colobus?*
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Sorry to trouble you,
but there’s something I ought to tell you now that you’re here.
If you came here looking for an interesting poem to read,
I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place.
Why?
Because this is not a poem.
This is not a narrative detailing a certain someone doing something in a certain time and place.
This is not a series of lyrics longing to be converted into music.
This is not a picture made up of a thousand words – or thousands for that matter.
This is not a fancy epic or tragedy or comedy bound by the treacherous laws of stanzas.
This is not an ode to a pre-existing memory – or several memories for that matter.
This is not a set of verses born free from the daunting laws of stanzas.
This is not even a collage of pre-existing poems mixed and matched to the heart’s content.
Simply put – this is anything but a poem.
Even if it was,
I doubt that it would be the kind of poem you would want to read.
You would most likely find better poetry somewhere else.
Here, there is no narrative, no subject matter and no context.
Therefore, if this was a poem,
it would be about absolutely nothing and have no meaning whatsoever to anyone.
That’s why I’m telling you that this is not a poem.
That’s why I’m advising you to look for a real poem elsewhere.
But, no matter what I say,
you wouldn’t listen to me anyway, would you?
I made it clear from the beginning that this is not a poem,
but you read it through to the end regardless.
Why is that?
Why would you take the time to read something about absolutely nothing?
Were you curious?
Did you just happen to stumble upon this while minding your own business and decide to take a peek out of curiosity?
Or were you bored?
Were you feeling desperate to find something completely different from the poetry you would normally read?
Either way,
this was never meant to be a poem waiting to be read.
And yet, in spite of that,
you read it anyway.
For that, I feel that the least I can do in return is say this:
Thank you.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
*Walking the dawn in darkness
Passing the synthesis of stars
Who could you be looking for
On an hour shrouded in vice?
Do you seek the dame in bruises?
The dame who you shunned to do no harm?
The months may pass you by
But not your fears or your tears
This time
The cries are not your own
This time
You feel the need to compensate
For the distance that you made
To protect yourself from pain
Tonight
You have condolences to give
Tonight
You feel the need to chip at the ice
Before you turn and run
With no more ties to this crumbling estate
Your eyes were quivering so
Your lips were sealed by your own will
You dared not ***** your hands
Just glance and wear a smile or two
But now as the fool is raging
You fear that the dame may turn down life
As you considered once
When you sunk down all those years ago
This time
The cries are not your own
This time
You feel the need to compensate
For the distance that you made
To protect yourself from pain
Tonight
You have condolences to give
Tonight
You feel the need to chip at the ice
Before you turn and run
With no more ties to this crumbling estate
Do you wish to remain faithful
To your newfound passion for life?
Is that why you hope to reach out
Just this one time?
When you were a child
Your heart was shattered by violence
Cornering you into a hall of chains
Now you fear that there are other hearts out there
Running on the edge of despair
Could that be why
This time
The cries are not your own
This time
You feel the need to compensate
For the distance that you made
To protect yourself from pain
Tonight
You have condolences to give
Tonight
You feel the need to chip at the ice
Before you turn and run
With no more ties to this crumbling estate*
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
*We have endured for so long
Together in the heart of inmost turmoil
Our hearts crashing into brick walls
Too shunned to recoil let alone beat
But we have only had a taste test
Of the heartbreak we are yet to face
Just a sample of the pain
Intensifying every passing day
Can we be strong when the time comes?
So many years have passed by
Years of walking in the sea of rain and stone
WIth minds full of gasoline
We cannot hope to survive the overflow of heat
For we have only had a taste test
Of the heartbreak we are yet to face
Just a sample of the pain
Intensifying every passing day
Can we stay strong when the time comes?
My tears are too precious to shed
In no way can I ever afford to let them fall
Into the wrong hands
But my heart cannot hold them away for long
I fear that I may not awake from the nightmare
In the obelisk of glass
As I have only had a taste test
Of the heartbreak I am bound to face
Just a sample of the pain
Intensifying in my lonely wake
Must I be strong when the time comes?
Must I get strong when the time comes?*
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC