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.

I fall to the lonely fire of faith. The burnout stars of past designs shine there. Lost drowning in the lake of time, soundless effigies hanging in space like crystal lights on Christmas nights.
In tonight we find them in the aftermath of red sky. Tomorrow they faint to draw their blades behind the shields of clouds. Hiding in the thicket of Smaug they still burn there just out of reach. The lonely fires of faith.

Kiss me cyberlight andromeda. Twist salt and sea to fluorescent foam.
Her gaze can rubble rocks, sand sandstone, and grind granite.
Lamplit soul where did you go?
Cold clandestine callous kindness broke my beatdown bladed bleeding beating broken heart.
Like the hot hollowness of furnace fire you lift white iron from my head. Steel the sterling silver sword song of sorrowful saints singing soft sonnets into sunless summers. such a silly sin we now suffer for.  
Forlorn lore long lost, like lighting lingering little and limp lashed against the locked lonely light of tinder embers and the soft glow of days end.
Tomorrow torrents torment of tidlewaves, tornados, tempest. Thoughts of thorny thickets thrash thunderously turning tides of mind to thicker thoughts of trepidation.
We sail on.

We fell like fire, a streaking ball of thunder, and in our slumber we found each other. Twin wicks on a single candlestick burning bright, fighting back the night. How long we will last before we burn our last? How long will we echo through the ground with every loving lasting sound?
A beat, a pound, heartbeats lost and once more found.

Shallow hearts hold my soul.
Whispered words keep me whole.
In the darkness so alone.
Your my guiding light back home.

I've seen breath leave a body for the last time.
A miracle of a pill closing doors, never to be opened again.
A noose around my faith.
Russian roulette with my soul. With my name.
You think you understand, please don't let this be gods plan.
Not another wandering soul, not another soulless toll.
Not the price we paid not the crimes we made.
Not the guilt of joy. No survivors here.
Let me breath through my fear.

I'm still afraid.
That maybe I have been unmade, like clay back to sand.
Shadows still holding my hands.
A focal point, a keystone. Like a god on a telephone.
How should my life be if only it was minus me?
What good has come from my being? what is it I'm not seeing?
Questions linger in my mind. I'm out of breath and out of time.

My memories wash into shore. Caring me out to see the sea that is me.
Maybe ill recreate myself, as something not so sweet this time.
The sharks below begin to swim. This time I know ill win.

There is a hole in my head. One of silence and of dread. A madness pulling me apart,
Oh look another hole in my heart.
Fight fight fight for your life. Show her that you are still alive. That something is beating in your chest. Your brain is gone let the madness in. Let love be the one to win.
Don't be a zombie so deprived, show her the reason your still alive. A part of the world she could not see. Let her be the reason, and wait and see.

My bones are broken yet intact. My head is heavy and my neck is snapped. The bed beckons to my shattered legs. Dreams fill me up and you wrap yourself around me I drift.

So sick of fighting the personal war. Like swimming never to see the shore. No I'm not *******, because I'm not four. I'm venting because my best friend is the door.
the one that's slammed in my face, every friend from every place. I don't exist there is no trace. Like no one loved me in the first place.
every connection I've ever had has always ended so ******* bad.
If this is my war god I understand. If not please lend a hand.
Maybe a love or just a friend someone to be there at the end. To say: "I knew this boy, he was ok."
If I die before I wake, I'd rather not be gods mistake.

My dreams lie bare and open.
My house cold and broken. What dreams have gone in the absent wake.
I stumble then I'm still. Memories made on darker moons stir. I rattle between shades of night cloaked until the morning light. Yet still hollow is the pleasure of the sun. The slumberless nights have just begun.

I'm all bottled up with no where to go. So much to say and no way to say it. I'm so lost at sea, open me up and read me please. Like a telephone on hold forever, a elevator stuck at one level; let me escape this agony. Let me be set free.
let me sing my song, scream all day long, feel a breath in my lungs, exhale the smoke, from yesterday.
Let me find a way to say I'm not okay.

You would surprised what breaks you now, by all accounts I am industructable, nothing harms or hurts me.
Nothing bruises or bleeds me. Nothing can stop me, nothing can rob me of what I don’t have. For nothing could hurt me like you. 15 or 24 nothing hurts like before. Before you and your golden hue, my golden haired goddess dressed in blue. My Irish girl. I used to steal the moon for you. Step outside like a movie moment, dance in the rain like we were in the notebook. We lived for night, and wasted our days. Love moon moonlight golden goddess Irish blue sunrays You were made sunsets and warm sundays. That was before the world broke. Now I’m just a lifeless moonlit bloke. I live for night still just to see the stars. I often wonder where you are. Someone else dancing in Sunrays. Who stole away our sundays? Now I’m just a hollow moonlight man.

It comes lifeless on the wind, then breathes into me. Cold our the bodies before its gentle touch. That quakes the earth beneath. Fills my heart in a wreath of fire, as ravens turn to doves, hatred flows back to doors and is replaced by love.

I don't think poetry is rhymes, more than words locked in time. More like shadow caught in glass, a mirror that reflects the soul.
all you are and all you hold, and everything you have sold.
As shadows roll from our hands the mirror can already see our plans. Servitude, solitude, tradition, honor. Label your code or drown it in water.
Let your mirror define your soul, let your words reverberate all through time and all through space.

In what I might lack, I'm told. I don't posses a heart of gold, I have no desire to live life in the sun. To be part of a puzzle featuring one.
I seek a duet to beat back the cold, to keep the clock turning and turn dust into gold.
I seek the warmth I've wanted so long. I seek someone to finish my song.

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.

You stole my heart from hell.
And then my head on high.
you took my body from the ocean before I could die.
My arms were taken from the blades that miss them so.
My feat from the shadows of were I stood below.
my soul was from the south were I was born they say.
But my home is in the north. Were I can see you everyday.

If I'm fire your the sun. I'm the tides your the moonlight eyes reflecting on the shore.
If I'm stone your diamond clear as can be.
if I'm the wind and your a cloud away lets make it a rainy day.
our hurricane ruptures sound and splits the atoms of the ground.
Steel bends and nearly breaks, heavens above begin to quake. And still my body shakes.
all our love comes pouring down drowning logic where none was found. Its taken shape and is roaming free, its the beast inside of me, a hellish hound colliding into the roaring name, my love sings your name.

I wish you knew my poetry about you. Maybe then you would know me too.
Words are hard to write. How the memory tend to bite. I once lost one I loved. Not a breakup.
I don't know how to make this a poem.
Nothing seams authentic if I try.
Its so hard to be "just the boyfriend."
They lost a daughter. I need to grive but its all out of place.
They say each kind of loss is equal but different let me tell you how mine went:
This little voice inside you starts poking a finger at you telling you her suicide was your fault. Then it jabs harder and harder until you want to die.
you run the scenario every ******* way you can but it doesn't help.
Because you were the boyfriend. You had one ******* job and you ******* it up. Be there. And you know what you know you were there. You know you were. So why does it hurt so bad? Because you were the boyfriend. You had one ******* job and you ******* it up.
Repeat that last paragraph about 50,000 times. While everyone else moves on.
2 years of my life. Made worthless without
her.
supposedly it gets easier right? It doesn't. It gets more manageable? Someday I just can't manage it.
I know this is me ******* and flailing my arms but I feel this is a better place then any to get it out.

Heroes watched with empty eyes all thoughts they would leave behind. Are these answers or more questions? Angels leave with the chosen. Is even their system broken? why only I have awoken?
Who else is stranded down there?
****** broken secrets they share. Why am I feeling this isn't something I believe in?
Why should god judge a fish? Was it his wish that they could climb? Or perhaps learn how to fly?

Questions of death swirl around me.
Is she in hell?  Is that where ill be? I bear the name of crucifix. But hell and heaven do not mix.
Is this one of gods tricks?
ill take the weight of her sins if this is what it takes to win. Ill serve my code.
You can't keep her hostage from me. If she is not dancing free when I see the gates, ill tear em down with all of my hate. hell will not be her fate.
I love the lord but is it fair, the cross we all must bare?
I love god true. Please let me believe in you.

It pours in; in words, sliding under glass. Two headed vipers pinch the corners and pull. The cut widens. I am fierce and force and fire. Salt pours in as blood pours out. Memories so black and stale hang in my mind to haunt and to taunt.
I wash the window red. To look outside but all is dead. The salt makes mummies of us all.

The world might be round, but we are in a box. Starry sky's and wishful eyes. We still can't see the locks.

Pale stars are staring back. Useless museless life, leaves in a thundercrack.
To live without love, is to be cleansed of fire twice. Still the sting of loss, may be fire by thrice.

You held light in your hands. Molded art from the sands, made beauty out of ash.
How did this come to pass.
Your inspired words don't amount to much ask the beasts and the birds. How they cringe away as if your darkness came to stay.
There are no shadows you can hide. We lightcasters can see inside.
Judge you for what you have done. Knife edge of the world son.
Your wickedness can't be undone. If you change a lifetime away maybe on that earth the light will find a way to let you stay.

Look at you, you seam pretty miserable too. What to do? Sky and light we don't enjoy we stay in darkness with our ****** toys.
Let the fire burn us down, no one needs to stick around. This house is ours and ours alone, no ones welcome because no ones home.
All I need is you to stay, roll in the ashes with me all day.
We will bath in our sorrow; smile for once before the morrow.
We have no need to explain pain, or the pleasure it brings to be alone in the rain, only thing we have to know is if the rain can wash us away.

Nothing lights the darkness now, no way to breath no way no how. As I feel the weight crushing me down, I get used to the sound of the silence all around. I go to where you are now weather in darkness or light I follow you now. Breath easy my love we are all death bound.

Your orders call the rain away. They tell the break of day to stay. They send the live long nights away. They bring the castles crumbling down.
The oceans waves follow suit. Knights in armor stand salute.
The dragons dead on your door.
Shadows don't spring anymore. And on the shores our love stays time, outlasting all but granite and lime.

My hearts black, my hearts blue. Sunrise against a falling sky. Inverted symmetry in my eyes. Inside out, falling again.
miles and miles of endless shore,
In my heart this is the end. Close my eyes and call me " friend"

Colors paint across the rain, pavement melts into a black-gray stain, the sun goes cold and sky goes dim. The music is the roaring wind, smiles split across the sky lightning laughter, passes by. A tapestry of the untamed, a symphony of wild days, operatic shifting shades. days pass by but it never ends the artistry of gods plan.

My heart drums on. To this vengeful song.
I can feel it mutter words on the air.
yes I feel my drum but I won't beet my chest for this country son.
I can see only way to be free is to fight to the death for eternity. I'm still a slave, they still cling to their ways. Because god knows war pays.
Valhalla we fall for all our kings but Zeus killed them all while still we sing.
No Odin on high no glory in death. Heavy to hear at your last breath. Only devils will cause death.

Am I wrong for beliving,  for giving a ****?Racking my brain, throwing a fit? For finding meaning in it all, wanting to live life standing tall? With the whole world burning down? I need some light or I will drown.

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.

In the silent nights, its crawling beneath my skin. Eyes wide open I feel it there. I begin to wish in a quite prayer, the lion in my veins does not awake. For the sight of you, does make my heart shake.
drums beating in the wild, a million fireflies for you my love.
Let them keep your heart awake, let them still make the world quake.
Can you hear it roar? My pride on the hunt, blood is boiling hot as fire. Its crazy what you've inspired.

Why do angels fall? What dreams gone by for days to never come.
What whispers of plans do men lay pray to.
Of shadows of death in all their years, washing into storm drains in the night.
What warning sirens still call.
what god and demons lay in these vast halls.
Like shallow stone, and brittle bones I quake awake to such an unholy house as this.
So heavy is the sweat of such thoughts.
Like gallons of night in a mind of day.
Do the angels sing of such things in all their sorrows?
Weep for brothers in the war that follows?
Like memories cast iron and leather. In their uniforms of god and county.
questions howl from dyeing lips as sand soaks up the soals into warmer places that can be no better then the hell of men.
do angels weep as they fall?

66 thousand miles per hour. The earth spins on to its final hour, a million light years ahead of me. another bang a final shake stars above us all quake. What was our last mistake? As black matter fills my mind, as a dying light makes me blind. I pray for my salvation. A answer to this lifeless equation.

I can see god playing games. Half the world in the rain. War, disease, famine; please don't let me name these pains.
And yet I see you standing there and the rain begins to leave the air. If god can make such beauty too.
So much evil can't be true.

All alone I carve my path in stone. With a blade. And with a bone.

“Errant knight, and samurai, man of god left to die, by sword and sorcery we fix his body to this crucifix. By storm of blade and blade of bone. He will stand a man regrow. When the hour draws late, he will shatter swords of fate and bring dark heavens crashing down. In his wake I pray the lord your souls he takes. To burn your evil with the might of excalibur so bright. The crucifix will rise again and usher in evils end.”

I commuted to school so when I say bus boy I really mean: fool.
the ride was over an hour away but I always tried to find a reason to stay. Then I met a girl with blackish brown hair. Her eyes gave off a ghostly stare. She saw me and all of my flaws.
I intently fell for all of hers too. I hate myself for letting her go. She sits on my friends page. She still doesn't know. I lost one love before. How could I be so stupid to let her out the door.
I miss her every day. I scream at the past to go away.
don't haunt me with that beautiful girl she was always to good for a guy like me. I know that I'm ******* but please understand. I am a ***** when love is in hand.

Painted faces in the halls, hanging at the Windows and the walls. Painted faces smiling at me. Tears behind wanting to be set free. Faces all lined up in a row looking but never seeing life below.
The wind picks up and beckons me somewhere I can where a face just for me.

Shadows grow like wildfire.  The sun falls short in the dusk hour, witching creatures fill the sky. Flying knighs on black wings bring the darkness with ungodly things. The horrors fill the the haunting hour herald by the twilight fire.

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.

Poems carve story's, of what eyes can't see. Colors for blind men, following stars.
It opens up cages. Changes ash into rain.
Dissolves pain on the lips of the mind.
Describes thoughts through physical force.

You fall in love never meeting at all. As if a  ghost is loving on you. Stealing you kisses as your heart melts away. I can't name the times I've thought of a poet who I loved through her paintings printed in words. Its sensual not ***** and course like the act of ***, but rather like the beat of a drum, a butterfly flapping its wings through your mind.
Ill taste your heart. You can taste mine.

I just envy you. I don't know why, its almost got nothing to do with you.
but deep inside I can see your light.
It seams so warm, on these lonely cold nights.
a passion for compassion, I wish I could share, instead of a mission of perdition not going anywhere.
you claim you "have no soul." But it seams to me, that through poetry your spirit flys free.
My cage is closed by choice only. I will condemn myself for all my days, fly away my dear. Please just leave me here.
Only one way I'm leaving this life. Fighting like a demon, lonely and cold in the night.
You can take your virtue and save yourself. Don't waste time on a broken toy on gods shelf.
When you see me again ill have a new cage. Won't be lonely or cold for the error of my ways.
If you visit me there with your light from above. Ill know the only regret I had was my envy of love.

Everyone I ever loved never loved me back or loved me too late. Everyone I ever loved only loved to wait.
Fate.
Fire.
Faith, I’m lost and found. Waiting to be claimed from beneath the ground. I want a love that you can’t satiate.
I want a soulmate.

Have you ever seen a rose? Why so blood red? Why so lovely? If only for a day?
Why does the skin flush the same way?
If only for a day? Why do we let our love slip away?

The things I've seen what do they mean? Is it the universe making earth clean?
Is it just killing all that is right?
Is it time to surrender the fight?
What god or devil has willed us here? What nation and country must we now fear?
Is it a battle for my soul?
am I too ment to pays deaths lofty toll?
Is this all I can write? Songs of paranoia and spite?
Sometimes the questions are more important than the answers.

Where would we be if you had stuck with me, a life miles away, hauntingly close. but never apart of what we are or what we should be.

I can't stop thinking: is there someone out there? Someone who can see in the dark? I need a lifeline or the hint of a spark. I'm sick of being distressed. Lonely and love are brothers at best.
And all the while I still have a smile. A feeling I haven't had in a while I feel a change deep inside. Whatever it is, it gives me great pride.
When I meet her this time I won't hide away. Ill meet her head on, its a new day.