Words, spoken by the mind’s eye
Invisible to the outer yet perfectly
Legible to the inner that is soul
Divided among many, considered circumspectly

We write because we must
We put ink to paper to carry our voices through time.
We hope those reading, are ones to perhaps trust
To truly be understood, no matter the time, truly sublime?

As these words flow immortal to time
Untouched by age, not sickened by disease
Yet blackened by intention or bolstered by egotism
Such a fickle thing, words, the truly deep, spoken with no ease

Rhythm and rhyme, ink blots of thoughts
Laying waste to once unspoken insurmountable tasks
Oh, the chaos, the utter devastation these have wrought
Now in the promise of immortality basks

Read them some fine day
Those fickle words, watch the existing reason
Of such as these, always find a way
To eternally exist, be….the ultimate crime of treason…….

Toxic is our love, all tangled and torn
Poisonous are the words heard by these ears
Like a prisoner of war, all shaven & shorn
We are left to give voice to our fears

Toxic to the touch, laced with vindictive venom
Hands once caring, gentle are now groping claws
Tearing asunder, clawing through to the very marrow
Words uttered through once soft lips, now vicious maws

Toxic chasms of doubt, churning with betrayal continuously
Boiling, bubbling over with acidic intention to indenture
To move this past the once well intended intentions
Now exodus to darker lands, black, no place to venture

Toxic infusions of gaseous invisibility, rendering us inadequate
To the once, simple, easy flowing process of unconditional love
This to, now comes with ifs & maybes, a sad, lonely banquet
Of light never moving, where the dancers are left inky black

Toxic is the stench of this of this once fragrant existence
For controlled by lust for power, to be the ultimate one
To rule over all you deem to have acquired through pestilence
Lies, pain, twisted fates, destroyed dreams now in state of oblivion.

Toxic is your touch,
For you ask to much
You have taken everything there is, controlled it
Moulded it, to your perfect ideal of illusioned existence

Weary am I now
for this thing called life has not been kind
weary am i now
I'm about to lose my mind

Troubled am I now
so burdened down by thought
troubled am I now
This battle to survive, no longer can it be fought

pained am I now
bye malicious, calculated actions
pained am I now
cornered by my fears, stunned by my reactions

escape for me now
would bring about welcome release
escape for me now
would bring about much needed inner peace

Scared am I now
for control is rapidly slipping
scared am I now
this fear within seeping slowly through, brutally crippling

Hopeless am I now
all resources drained
Hopeless am I now
oh please! Help me, from faith i have abstained

angry am I now
at all that surrounds me
angry am I now
for of struggle and pain I am seldom free

Lost am I now
left with nowhere to turn
lost am I now
Oh how these tears have started to burn

Defeated am I now
for I have fought till I can no more
defeated am I now
my courage has failed me, disappeared through the door

weary am I now
I beg for inner strength to return, to once again flow
weary am I now
for if strength does not return, straight to hell is where I'll go.

Inner demons who seem to rule my fate
for me I feel its far to late
for deep within they always hide
these monsters eating away at me from the inside

inner demons that scream
my thoughts some how not what they seem
monsters that creep out at night
Oh hell! ! this does not feel right

inner demons, please find another soul to torment
for me this torture is no longer meant
My deeply feared monsters of the dark
here no longer will you park

inner demons leave me be
my scary monsters of the night
I beg of you, please finally let me be
for my soul craves, needs the much healing light

inner demons, cast yourselves away
no longer do I want you to have any say
monsters who taint my soul to black
no longer will you haunt, for I will someday find my way back!

A tribute to trinity
as the moon seems to wane
how is one so demented
meant to even remain sane

a tribute to trinity
as the sun sees his early rise
so to does the light of day
show to humanity their slow demise

the killing of the trinity
no more in fear do mere men dwell
for in this new millennium
we have brought home the fires of hell

ancients of trinity long forgotten
buried in downtrodden ruins
no more wisdom to be handed down
all old ways renounced by the moderns

what is to become of trinity
when all things have all but ended
will we ever reach the unattainable infinity
for which all things were originally intended

Forces of nature, that’s what we are, you and I
You are the water, gentle yet tumultuous
I am the fire, hot yet can lose all control
Together we are unstoppable

You are the breeze of reassurance whispering in my ear
I am the touch of life that stirs in your soul
Together we face the forces that engulf us
The forces that come together and collide

A collision that is felt at each encounter
A force that is so soul wrenching yet much needed
That it leaves us both breathless
You are my shelter, I am your salvation

Together we overcome all obstacles
Whereas apart, we shut down, we are empty
Yet when we come together, we explode with passion
Desire felt to the very core of our being

One would think that as forces of nature play
And eventually are sated once they have fulfilled their role
Yet with you and I, we crave more, want more need more

Nothing is enough, everything is to much
Yet halfway is not going to satisfy either once of us
We want everything and more, just to satisfy your current as water
And to feed my flames as fire


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Darkness beckons to her, its long reaching fingers
touching her to her very soul
its the darkness to which she may not surrender
no matter how much sweeter the prospect

darkness invites her to come, and rest
darkness promises her to eternal, blissful rest
it assures her that her troubles will be left behind
no more pain to be felt, no more ties to bind

darkness, the sweet, eternal friend
when in fact it would be her final brutal end
the temptation to give in, to giver over to the darkness
is always present, as her life is in a constant mess

she feels she is drowning in the light
no one sees her, no one hears her plight
its ignorant bliss she wishes for, craves
yet she faces each day anew and always braves

the elements of her life, the constant beaten path
she seems to follow from day to grueling day
she wishes for a warm welcoming hearth
but she always, always seems to lose her way

she is lost, will she ever be found?
Will she ever again hear that sweet promising sound
of the light that is meant to have and hold
yet for her is carries the odor of the dank and cold

the light fades daily, hence the pending darkness
its the darkness that always theses days prevails
and she is sinking, sinking, sinking down, down
further away from this light, for the darkness prevails

Darkness of mind, darkness of soul
that which claims both the young and the very old
darkness you claim to be an ally, a friend
why then do you only bring about, her impending end?