A simple man
An honest man
A lover
I am

A fighter
A liar
A sinner
I am

Powerful
Weak
Willful
I am

Brave
Fearful
Curious
I am

A god
Immortal
I am not

But
A man
Simple
I am

In the late hours of the night
Every so often I feel a rush of urgency
To live
A stalking shadow seems to always appear
Reminding me that each moment
Reminding me each breathe
Is a step closer to the inevitable
A second closer to what seems to be
Nothing
My mind starts to race
Flashes of what had already passed
Brought back to life for a moment
Then put back in place
Has it been enough?
When the sun comes do I try harder?
Do I even wait for the morning?
What's the point?
The only comfort I can find
Is that I'm not in this alone

Set ablaze the blood in my veins
I'll turn your roses red
Passion anger and lust
We burn upon the son of dawns hands
Sin and ***
The morning star calls us away
Beads of sweat
I'll bite from your neck
Silk skin rather angelic
Tainted by carnal desire
The serpent brings temptation
Red
Red
Red

Be my muse
Entangle me with fear
A blossoming lotus
Makes me lionhearted
Quickly still
Powerful will
Gather the disseminated members
We shall proceed to the next
The chassis is ready
Caress my heart
Be my muse
Embodied in violet
It sinks to my bones
Elegance perceived
Luminosity received

Screams echo through the forest in my mind
Laughter can be heard for miles above the trees
Love blooms all the flowers beneath all the shadows casted by the branches of overseen lies.
Waterfalls of emotion turn into streams of anger that flow through the mountains like the blood flows through my veins.
The lake gives everything the forest needs for survival, continuously pumping and providing the land with all the necessary motivation.
The mountain tops are cold and blue
Seeing over everything.
Observing joyfully.
Watching.
The wind is my life.
Breezing by never stopping time.
night is my death
when all is put to rest
sleeping for eternity

"Lonely is something I am accustom to, not something I desire to be, but have learned to accept." -the wolf

In the way
Only the wolf can
Soft cries
I bared my soul
Shed tears
Whispered dreams
Fed fears
To the black widow
Of cold night
Lifetimes
Of alone
Rolled into
A half smile
Of hope
A sliver
Of moon
Perhaps
One day
Soon
The rooster
Will crow a tune
Of love
Ill wake up
From this nightmare
Of hollow
Bones
No longer vacant
Of wamrth
But curiously
Touched
By the fingers
Of a wanderer
Who saw it fit
To curl breath
between
The spaces
To make my empty
A home

©achosenword

Jingle Hell, jingle Hell
What we have today
Is country few cam smile;
Goodwill has gone away.

The jingle comes from coins
Taken from the poor
Then to the coffers of the rich
Just like they did before

Education  isn't cool.
Being wise is not allowed.
Be smart today means you're a fool.
Never buck the crowd.

Jingle Hell, an ugly spell
As if we are bewitched
Rich men win, poor men lose
Our places never switch.

So few can celebrate
When Christmas time is here
Prices raised so very high
Than ever were last year.

But nobody that was rich
Will suffer much these days.
Don’t ask them how it’s done.
The rich folks have their ways.

Jingle Hell, Jingle Hell
What we have today
Is country few can smile;
Goodwill has gone away.

I gave away nothing.
You took it all
Piece by piece
Ugliness, it's slow release
My mewling heart
My flaming tongue
My savage soul
All came undone
The years unkind
The air — now stale
I'm tired of
this sorry tale
Just leave,
So I can make my choice
Turn out the lights
And dim the noise
Let me close my eyes and die.
My smile
will be the last goodbye.