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Crucifix Feb 2015
Its bitter and sweet. Its messy yet clean. Sacred and yet dark. It is the sun in the night. The moon of the day.
A silent prayer of the heart. We all wish to meet, one we could love.
One we would sacrifice sanity for. The one we would fight death himself for.
like a parchment of oil set fire in my chest. The heart doesn't always know best. But life was not made on logical steps. But on a reverse escalator we all must climb. Its echo is really gods slow grind. And if on the way we should pass by. Please just kiss me. I don't care why. Life without love is not living at all. I should rather die falling in a moment of grace. Connected to you, in this miserable place.
Crucifix Feb 2015
Crucifix is my name. Sounds odd even in my brain.
see when I was a boy, my dad was a fed every night I was scared he'd come home dead.
I spent my days creating heroic plays. Bat man and robin. Daredevil too. They were the playmates, I wanted to be. That is the real tragedy you see.
Born in this world away from the rest, my true character is beneath my chest. I named him crucifix you see. A dark crusader, and the Christian in me.
He's what I still wish I could be. If I could publish a book one day.
It should be his. And in some way star me.
I could be the hero I wish I could be.
yes I know that's not very humble of me. But there seams to be a human urge, to stand away from the rest. To be the star of the show.
Makes me wonder why we shun thoughts with celebrity glow.
Crucifix is me. He will always be.
This is just a little you need to know. Because that's where my name comes from on this page.
Someone asked me why my username was crucifix...so here is why.
Crucifix Feb 2015
Why are my heroes less real than yours? I'm so **** sick of that stupid cliche "cops and soldiers, and firefighters up up and away." None of them were there for me in any way.
I don't give a crap if you won't follow or if I never see a "like" or a "favorite" again.
God almighty couldn't stop my pen.
So why are my heroes less real then yours?
Isn't god just as real as mine?
So shut the hell up and get back in line.
you know who was there the day I couldn't stand.
Not your heroes playing wars in the sand.
Not your cops, who were off killing kids.
No fire here, turn a deaf ear.
The ones who were there for me on that day. Was a hero in red with horns on his head. A man all in black who dressed like a bat. A solider that stood for what a nation aspires. And a immigrant from who knows where.
They taught me my morals from birth this I swear. They taught me right. They taught me wrong. I don't give a **** if you think I'm wrong.
I will write comics as bright as the sun. I will save worlds with words. I won't apologise, don't insult the fire in my eyes.
I've never questioned to what you aspired. I never met your heroes before but I respect the story's of yours in the war. Of cops who helped kids who didn't have a dime, of firefighters saving people in time.
so leave mine alone they saved plenty they have. Even if its only the life of a depressed lonely lad.
Never underestimate the power of words and story's. They tell us more than you think.
Crucifix Feb 2015
Its ok to fall.
But ask yourself why did you fail.
why are you not screaming?
your falling so fast.
Why close your eyes?
You can't change the past.
Why were you not screaming as they rolled her away?
Why were you silent on that day?
Is it the guilt that's making you fall?
Weighting you down?
your not wailing at all?
They all say its not your fault what happened that day.
But what's in your heart won't change as you say.
Plant your feet.
Hold the pain like a cross.
celebrate love.
Avenge all you lost.
And on your way you just may find, that you will grow stronger.
body and mind.
And the cross will be lifted.
oh you will still be attached.
But with honor restored.
Your pain will be past.
And maybe at last, you can see her again.
In a place of peace devoid of sin.
This is for all thoughts who blame themselves for anything. Even if we can't explain it. Maybe we can't change it. By we can rise to meet it head on
Crucifix Feb 2015
Her hair could catch fire to the wind.
Her emerald eyes gave her name away, made the earth stand still every day.
Her body was the sun, she said I was "the one" now I wish to god I wasn't because all that's good is gone.
she didn't leave me without trace of sin, my tears carry on the wind. She left a fire in my soul. Even if she's dead and gone she
didn't leave an empty hole. I can now stand atop the moral totem pole, and god can play his games. But I will only answer when she calls my name.
I miss her a lot.
Crucifix Feb 2015
In my youth I was a poet. Words stitched worlds. Virtue was the currency, music was Devine. Fire ment light, not bullets in flight. And angels were children, not camo coated knights.
Slowly age comes, and more of death we fear. Devils from a dessert land turn castles into ash and sand.
A angel on its way. But its wings are clay.
Icarus did fall, and on the
way to earth. He spoke of another, a lifetime away. About what he all ways feared. You see Dante was right.there is no reason left to fight. And a quite voice whispers near about earth's heathens. "The earth is another form of hell and the angels act like demons.
War never changes.
Crucifix Feb 2015
I do not write words of passion or sorrow, I write them for thoughts who won't see tomorrow. For she was my angel who fell from grace, ice to my fire she left not a trace. I am Able, Electra, shadow and fire. I come for thoughts who evil inspires. The fire in my belly is quite literal. my friends are the 4, there are worse things then death, and worse things than war. 7 sins and 9 ways to hell. I will be there as well. I will becon you here as a angel on fire, I will carve a path in your blood to my little hell.  And we will rest here forever. Now isn't that swell.
Wrote this for someone who is now lost.

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