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Nathaniel Mar 2019
Sweet boy

Do not be possessed by sin
Do not feed on false promise
For you know love's extent

The crown on your head is not gold
But after this lifetime it shall be fine
You were born of sin but you may die of virtue
Only if you resist and follow His word

Lucy will freeze your heart
Your blood will turn to ice
And you will only know cold and isolation
The comfort of loneliness is limited

To die alone is heartbreak
And Lucy will let you die alone
in the cave between her frigid claws
If you follow His word
His light will set you free

Heave His warning
Learn His voice
Know His lessons
And He shall forever set you free
-Selaphiel

Poetic entry number 3 of my project "Oh! In the Cave there's Comedy"
Nathaniel Mar 2019
Eerie psalms ***** a trill down my neck
Words are absent but the definition is lucid  
My body is hypnotized to follow the call
But my mind is a statue to the manipulation

Until I hear the harp of an angel
conjoined with the choir of sirens
The like of which has never touched Earth
blanketing my ear with its ******* song

All that I have lived does not compare
And I would end it all or begin a new
just to hear this harp forever in time
The harp that has given me new life

It speaks to me for I appreciate it's mastery
I do not resist for it only wishes good
And it continues to play with only one request
I must invite myself into the cave
-Narrator

Poetic entry number 1 of my project "Oh! In the Cave there's Comedy"
Nathaniel Mar 2019
Silence.

Breath.

Warm Silence.

Breath out.

Be nervous, but never doubt.
Lucy is in you.
To caress you.
You've always known truth.
I birthed your truth.
Do not abandon me.
Do not run,
For I am your whisper.
I am your love.
I bow to your thoughts,
because I loath you.
But without my tongue you are lost.
Without my lips you are stranded.
My words will complete you,
and raise you to divinity.
Listen to me in the silence.

Breath.
-Lucy

Poetic entry number 2 of my project "Oh! In the Cave there's Comedy"
Nathaniel Mar 2019
Real knowledge fondles the mind
Real men take to what's kind
But little does he know he's blind
because he's let ******* define

What he perceives as genuine
And now he's forced to take medicine
because he crumbles under adrenaline
from the mixed concepts of feminine

However he stays so addicted
to the industry that restricted
his perspective and made him submissive
He doesn't even know hes a victim

And blames his inability on his head
As his confidence hangs dead
But he will not speak of it for word will start to spread
So every time he finds love he begins to dread

the nighttime, and the blankets
so now he has cuts to remind us
that to his lover he is useless
with his only use to fill a casket

He turns to the bottle and simulation
Because that's the only way he gets stimulation
But for the last hes felt frustration
For he's given in to his own damnation
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Nathaniel Mar 2019
Heave! Heave! On every breath
Leaving his body in unstaged scenes

Grabbing for air his lungs deflate
And he curls as a new born in a crib

His hands sweat and and his face fades red
toes curl from the tingle

With scrunched face he reveals white teeth
and hides his joy-filled eyes

Laughter unveils his just jubilation
or there is just a happiness in his means
Nathaniel Mar 2019
I can't say that I'm proud
The salty water draped over my face
Nowhere is an escape
But I can't be found

Red stained eyes from the crumble
Listen, through soaked lips I mumble
Away! Away! You evil mist!
I squeal with shaking legs and trembling fist

It does not scatter away
Thought has no master to obey
So I beg I plea and try to reason
For you I will kneel and **** my treason!

Response is still and quite
The silence forces my head to riot
Please! Please! I'll do it all
Remember all my good? Do you recall?

I will pray to God and go to mass
But I can not change my awful past
Nathaniel Nov 2018
On the roof of God's temple laid a woman
**** in mind but clothed in linen
Her comfort found eyes hidden
How was he, a man, to ignore her glisten

Her pale face exaggerated her rosy feature
And her green eyes glowed to the seeker
The river of silk black hair could flow in nature
And even her lying brows could caress a believer

She rose from her slumber in choreography
Facing her follower and fulfilling the prophecy
Then turned and rose her arms as if God's own prodigy
And exposed her bare back in homily

God's hands bleed after the creation of this deity
His chisel had left her beauty drowned in divinity
The poet's own mind starved of gaiety
When he saw her bear skin glistened of loyalty
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