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 Nov 2015 Swords and Roses
Sin
I listen to heavy metal
I play violent video games
I rob the good folk of a town
And watch my stats take me to the hall of fame

When people say oh heavy metal
His brain must be fried
I just look them in the eye
And smile with a ****** pride

You see they don't really know
That education has bestowed
Upon myself a solid ground
To which my life can be found

So to all the numb nuts who paint me bad
Think I don't know my way in life
And I realise that
Games are just games
And metal is my thing
You sure don't wanna mess with me

Before I end let me say
Before you judge in your own way
Maybe it's you who cannot tell
Real from real everyday.
Makes me laugh when people judge about music and games as if everyone who listens to metal is a nut job and a ****** ha ha.
I write because you exist, It s because you hurt me and make me happy at the same time
Maybe we make life to complicated when
it s so simple
If you love someone tell them
If you miss someone tell them
If you care about her tell her
But me , I become so stupid that I lose a chance to be with her maybe for a lifetime
But I write this because my  tells something different
Until now this love is still begging for you to know
Until when ?
Until I write many poems about you
And show all it to you to make you feel how my love is deep for only you
real feelings dont just fade away it s a lifetime
 Nov 2015 Swords and Roses
Sin
Rumbling tumbling the white horses come
Galloping along towards the shore
Thunderous hooves crashing down
Manes lashing in the wind

Onwards they stride to the edge of the land
Eyes wide nostrils flared
Each stallion stronger than the last
Reaching the end is their only goal

No man can tame them but just stand and stare
As the horses of the ocean
Chase the elusive mare

Onto the land they crash
Thunder in the air
Skies darken all around
Where it all ends there

Until the next foray
Of ocean horses come
Again they race to the end
Slowly fading one by one
We three wished upon a star.
One is fairest, one had the car.
One is the bind that is the love.
We three stare at clouds above.

Slowly, softy, changing shape;
Like we; folding, holding, loosening chape,
Warmth of breath upon taut strength.
We roll, and stick, and cling.

For each other, we sustain.
Pleasures ache, quakes refrain.
Touch brings shivers, slivers wide,
Ever growing, rolling tide.

Upon the Earth, beneath the sky.
We three embrace, nuzzle, sigh.
We recede from the crest.
Reluctantly, we rise and vest.
I wanted to write something a little ******, but also a bit on the alternative side, a little bit of the underground.
There's a sorrow for every season,
When you're a target for love's treason.
The bittersweet and twist that's raw,
There is no love without the fall.
Love is gory; tears at the heart,
Never pauses at the start.
You may vow to skip the pain.
One day, you'd die to love again.

In the springtime, love is young.
In the summer, burns in the sun.
In the autumn, hearts may ache.
In the winter, hearts will break.
Once a hopeful, spry young man
Has been haggard by love's hand,
He may vow to skip the pain.
One day, he'd die to love again.
I came up with the phrase "a sorrow for every season" yesterday. I wrote the rest of it just now. It took about half an hour.  I hope you like it. Nov. 4, 2015
Across the bed, she has lain,
Not breathing not in vain.
My mood is as stoic as her skin's hue.

It started early with how the day
Cut ***** windows with sunlit rays,
Was as southern as a slice of honeydew.

She was leaning by the gate,
Like Christina Applegate,
As willing as a pauper without a clue.

I never asked her name,
To me, they were all the same.
(Somehow, I think this one might stick with me.)

There is an absence in her eyes
I have loved since her demise.
She will stay this way in my memory.

I pour the powder on her pale,
****** belly, then toot, inhale.
Through my nose, I feed my mind.

Sticky dryness of my mouth;
It's time to leave the south,
Go somewhere no one can find.

I can still hear the sound
Of the drive by shooting down
On the street from around the block.

The room is a vestibule
To the starlit harlot's tomb.
When I'm done, I leave her on the cot.

As I move through the door,
And leave behind the *****.
I muse, briefly, how I stay in the clear.

To all the good Catholic boys,
May you bang up lots of toys.
Have a ****** belly Christmas this year.
I was hanging out with friends a few seasons ago and one dude remarked that a girl, our friend, baring her mid-drift, had a ****** belly. We, being of a twisted sort, parleyed that into joking about doing coke off of a dead ******'s belly in New Orleans on Christmas morning. Please, take this as satire. Don't give me no heavy lip. I am out of meds, anyway.
Do you love me
Or do you need me more
Are you gonna support me when I get poor
Are you going to open the door
Are you going to hold my hand  if I fall in the sour
Like the days I used tell you everything is cool
Even when you thought there is no way out
I worked harder to make you find a solution no doubt
I changed your ***** when you are thin and frail
When your words were goo goo gaa gaa
And you were always on my tail
You wake us up at night and we feed you and make sure everything is alright
Will you do the same if I am sick
When a tube is breathing down my neck
Or will you leave me in a hospital to die alone
Or throw me out in a old peoples home
Will you tell me that you love me as much as I love you.
Will you stay by my side and tell me I will be fine although you know I might leave and die.
Son I hope you treat me as I did when you were alive.
I never thought August is a month of drought
The flowers that you gave me died of thirst
I put them in a box beneath my bed to keep your love for me

I never thought August is a month of rain
Perhaps you're crying and washing away the pain
Raindrops don't seem like a music to my ears anymore.

I never thought August would be this cold
So I sip an earl grey tea and read all the handwritten notes that you gave me

Now I realize it wasn't August that is cold - it's me.
Maybe you should understand a few things
before you go playing with my heart
I've been through this quite a lot
so maybe it's really not smart.
I wont trust you so easily
in fact I'm already suspicious
and I'm chronically lonely
So don't recklessly steal kisses
I have no more energy left
So please don't play games
I've already been sighing
at the sound of your name
Its too late,
I'm already entangled in your mess
so remember my heart aches,
please do your best.
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