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Drake Brayer May 2015
Her floral print lips are flying
Spinning through velvet air
Silent *** serenely smiling
Quiet lips and silky hair

The violent tint of passion
Contorts her tender thighs
Throes of ecstasy a fashion
Reflected in emerald eyes

Her tonic voice a suture
Her silken tongue a saint
My body wants to use her
My heart is growing faint

My eyes need to see her
My arms need her embrace
Her pale portrait is a picture
Of perfection that I cannot face
Drake Brayer May 2015
Fists of iron
Steely embrace
A tumultuous tyrant
Ultimate disgrace

A burden beyond carry
A pain beyond name
Corded muscles harry
Face contorted with strain

Tired metal gives way
To the sound of ragged death
Dreaded tyrant of dismay
The sound of haggard breath

Yet the iron giant begins to fall
His weighty gait is sinking down
Tired legs slowly start to sprawl
As the hefty giant claims the crown

The struggle is an exercise
A ritual of deepest divinity
Yet failure tends to emphasize
That it is one done in futility
Drake Brayer Apr 2015
The land is dry
Barren, baked
Empty skies
Place of hate

Broken brown
Shattered slate
Crooked crown
Wicked wastes

Land of bone
Place of dread
Silent tones
Unmoving dead

An air of rot
The Pinnacle of Man
A darkened heart
Necropolis stands
Drake Brayer Mar 2015
His eyes are alive with desire
Embers of brown smouldering coal
A hunger for the flames of the pyre
Upon which funerals are borne

His smile is a grimace
A shallow grunt of pain
His heart the only witness
To the bile that runs in his veins

His words are twisted demons
Who speak no civilized tongue
His oath the words of heathens
Who hail disasters yet to come

Their foreign gods are calling
Silent cries demanding blood
Echoes of the winter morning
Sounds of a spring time flood
This poem symbolizes the way our enemies are demonized in war and made to be inhuman beasts. It is easier to **** a monster then a man. This piece simply displays how propaganda can twist our vision of another's humanity.
Drake Brayer Mar 2015
The air I breathe is heavy, the sound of rain is sweet
Fire falls from the heavens, painting the earth in ashy sleet
The city below is a pyre, a bustling arcana of flesh eating heat
The clouds are monoliths, titans of obsidian ore
Solid and implacable, as the winds gather the storm
The earth is breathing heavy, its cracked lungs give way
Fire leaps from the ruins, of our dying planet's decay
Paradise is rising, the ocean bares its teeth
The dead below are writhing, twisting in shallow graves
Their rotting flesh is smiling, hungry for the souls it saves
Salvation marches forward, it rides on four pairs of four
Babylon walks the desert, searching for its *****
A world immersed in madness, by insanity is swallowed whole
For humanity to be saved, its body must be parted from its soul
Drake Brayer Mar 2015
I awake to the sound of silence
The furtive twitching of stillness
The cacophony of quiet violence
And the fear that it instils in us

Its somber echo is terror
Its solemn sound unheard
Vibrating the essence of error
My bruised heart flutters like a bird

Flights of fancy are quickly clipped
For its wordless vows allow no escape
A saga of dreams soundlessly eclipsed
As its empty presence dictates fate
Drake Brayer Feb 2015
I woke to the sound of fire
Chaos and panicked screams
Eyes alive with ire inspire
The stuff of nightmares and dreams

Her rage is as eminent
As black is in the night
Harsh words a sentiment
Of a battle I cannot fight

Her body is in motion
A violent display of hate
Her fear is an ocean
I drown in it's embrace

Waters of cold emotion
So bitter to the taste
Her tears the death of devotion
My hand reaches forward in haste

I hold empty air and memory
The loss of her touch is fresh
I pray that she remembers me
That my touch lingers on her flesh
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