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Scott Salter Jan 2013
As a young man lies diying, fallen victm of mindless gangs
One more stagers the night layden with spirt of an acholic kind
As one more small child has lost thier trust to a sickned guardian
One more has ceased their life from mankind’s ability to starve

As one more women is forced to submit love she has not offered
One more is lost to the domestic hell of enraged beasts, called man
As one brave soldier falls to the sands giving his all for our freedom
One more crawls home to be forgotten, his disabilities seen as weak

I think to my self what a wonderful world
Scott Salter Jan 2013
May one borrow the time to know that witch has clasped thy heart
Walk the journey of life together, share dreams of joy in eternity
May one borrow the thoughts of beauty from within what is you
Lay down by your side as one; grows old and graceful without fear
May one borrow your lips to place against mine and never stray

Trust in you forever as you trust in me; shed no pain to our souls
May one borrow forgiveness for unmatched mistaken arguments
Compromise ill gained words, respect each other’s future dreams
May one borrow the time to lie before you, I ask of you my love
May one borrow your time
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Cast the spell that shed me light, to live my life once more
Give me wings to turn back time to the life, which I adore
Ravish me with love so strong; I forget not who I am
Make my heart big and strong to give whenever I can

Take from me the selfishness that’s buried in my past
Pluck out the evil from my soul so goodness will always last
Upload to me the joys of living of love and happiness to
But most of all make me understand the joys of loving you
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Ripped to shreds for a man is not a man unless he walks alone

Bones will crumble time will fail but all in all survival is his thirst

Cast out by higher plains shredded of glory just for believing

Believing the consequences of nature can be reversed all will be saved
Scott Salter Jan 2013
In my dreams there’s a love so lost that an empty void could not for fill that of which I crave
Lusting for something but finding crumple zones of my heart turn to failure anguish bitterness
Believing that only I can transpire to realms of hope shut away in the prison of mindlessness
To tired to fight, I crucify that of me that had any chance of giving, taking, loving, wanting.
Passionate for so much, I cry with back lashed anger towards those that dare to show feelings
So hard is my persona, but just a boy inside, robbed from joys that childhood should bring?
Composure of pretence I’m torn into my own guilt of self satisfaction but I thrive to let go
Pain is my world, doom is my love, hope is for some one else, if seeing is to believe I
Wish to see.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Empty for you, yearning longing to find you.
Space unfilled walking life’s path alone, soulless.
Aching so bad like a puppy torn form its mother.
Insecurities, needing to feel safe, where are you.
Seeing you in dreams, calling me, say may name.
Rap around my heart, stop my tears from falling.
Caress me with the very soul that’s missing my life.
Torture I no more, for being human, is my curse.
Find me soon; my years are growing old, time ticks.
Everything I can give is here, that everything is me.
As always, I gaze upon the emptiness, cold inside.
You will find me, maybe not in this life, but you will.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Angels could fall around me,

I would not awaken

For this soul is a lonely one,

Peace resides elsewhere

Cast in stone, this heart is dead,

Tread pass if you dare

I care not for people,

Persecuted with hate for mankind

Discussed by that they call living,

Invigorated by death

More powerful than time,

Ungodliness breathes me life

Embrace me if you can,

Fear me if you cant.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Take from me what you gave; look away as I turn around, silence falls like a pin drop piercing the very hart of the floor that was once ours.
Love is what was made in reflections now past, lost to the empty space of ones hart
This home is no longer here.
Dead inside I feel no other way, lost in my own prison; dark delusions caress my inner thoughts as if to gain me comfort.
Longing suffocates my every need and want for you, I hate you but love you, I need you but I can not here you
Tears fall from my eyes touching the edges of my lips; the salty taste is the only moisture to enter this dried up soul.
Half of what I was is less than what I am; for the deepest hole could not reflect the furthest point to witch I fell
Cold dark, nothing left to give accept you, freedom to roam a new life, freedom to love without hatred, I can spare you of me,
Blessed with the hart of a thousand angels, you were trapped by a man with a thousand devils, free now, go seek the reward you deserve.
I love you, I love you I, love you.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Cast me away, look down on me no more.
I am crumpled to dust, a heap on the floor.
Look away from my shadow, im not worthy of you.
We are now only one, we used to be two.
Time that has passed cant be blessed as before.
I shun away from this life, I want it no more.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Closer than my own heart

You share my being
Warmer than a winters fire

Your glow surrounds me

Angelic are your ways

You shine light to my dark

Unselfishly breathing

Your words comfort me

Doing what needs to be done

You never complain

Smiling through sorrowed eyes,

You see others first

How can one-doubt angels,

When blessed with you
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Like a butterfly in motion, priceless is your elegance.
Heaven blessed the angel that chose to share my path.
For no wrong doing aluminates from within what is you.
Trespass my heart, own the key to my soul, be who I am.
Grasp me like a dying breath, touch that special place.
Spare hope for me where sadness of others lets you down.
Lift me with you, on whatever journey should fall your way.
But most of all, never forget
I love you.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Look hard my love to find me,

Try to reach that which is empty

Promise to capture what little of me is left.

Glue back the peaces, so I can learn to love once more

Embrace me with open arms, guide me towards the sun

Unlock the hurt that circles my chilled soul

Take pity on this shattered heart, but mend me patiently

Unbrake the broken, forgive the sins, pray for me

And I shall forever love you
Old
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Old
Feared friend of mine, why do you knock upon my door

Is it not enough that years escape me, memories are weak?

Shadows under my eyes caress my cheeks with darkness

Lines appear to form maps of my life, creases of time

Grey is my new colour, thin becomes my skeletal frame

Arched over is my posture, slow long shuffles are my steps

Feared friend of mine, why do you knock upon my door
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Gently kissing the space left from where your heart faded I weep
To embrace you no longer is punishment beyond all reason.

Casting doubt on your existence I lay bare, uncovered, untainted by love, tormented by demons, lost to the mercy of sorrow.

Begging forgiveness for all that is rite yet lusting for the passions of wrong, my invisibility towards the light fades, as does my soul.

For what shall this life be without love without hope, expectations of high standards could not be lived up to Remorse is all I own.

I crash before thee and pray for the echoes of whispers that once took me by the hand and led me to enlightenment, until then my shadows die.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Should of loved
Should of cared
Should of wanted
Should of shared
Should of needed
Should of stayed
Should of hoped
Should of prayed
Should of said
Should of told
Should of noticed
Should of hold
Should of helped
Should of lived
Should of listened
Should of gived
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Cool cold breeze encapsulates my being with the caress of poisoned thoughts
To look beyond your beauty would be sin of the most potent kind
Breath taking, stunning, a masterpiece torn from the scrapbook of angels
Fornication from devils is your true colour, but I worship you.
Hollow are my own thoughts as my dreams are caught between your spell
Crippled to a motionless statue, naked before you do I stand?
Spontaneous, my ****** urges control my rational thoughts, dignity is lost.
Your cool kiss entices my moans of pleasure, as I beg for more.
Tongue so smooth my explosion of man hood can no longer be suppressed.
My heart beats to the sweet scent of your warm breath, the nakedness of skin.
Trapped by your womanly love, my head arks back.
Sinking the fangs that control many lives, they steal my veins like ivory needles.
Dizzy of lust, weak of life’s recourses, I fade to darkness.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Owed to you from a thousand souls my life is yours
Humble at your side I could not be happier
For you are my air, my blood, and my hope.

Destitute, I am but a cast away shell of subdued sadness
To me you bear life and beauty unworthy of me.
Yet unselfishly your love flows.

Wishing for everything is duly nothing compared to you
Broken dreams flaunt my inability to be unashamed
Perfect for that I am not.

A lost existence, no hope incarcerated me, and then came you.
With nothing to give but my beginnings, I adore all you are.
Blessed to have you, I thank you.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Would you hold me when im cold,
Pick me up should I fall
Encase your hart in mine, would I belong
Can I learn to love that witch has been taken, trust lost
Yet again insecurity strikes its ugly thorns
Lost spaces regained, joy fills the holes of escape
Pray for me that I shall feel again
I am your space, feel the need to set me free
Drowning, whats this, more thoughts, doubt sets in
What will you do, shut up, listen no sound
Quiet now, its ok, turn around, comfort in me
For I am you, you are me, powerful is the mind that thinks

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