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Sean Dimech Jan 2013
They say you are immune to sin
Convinced it shadows through your skin
Yet all the while you sit in past alone.
They reel you in, say you're a catch
While behind you lies another batch
And all around they build a cage of stone

The lightning strikes, no thunder sounds
You take one step, you're out of bounds
Now they sever all your flesh from bone.
They take it all, your mind and soul
Lock you in a furnace filled with coal
Still willingly you appear to build their throne

You realize you're no more God's son
They've molded you into a walking gun
Made to pillar all that seems as gold.
They changed reflection in your mirror
With a weary look and a wide blank stare;
Forever you are clay for them to mold
Sean Dimech Dec 2012
Slaves and women told how cities were forged;
Through contest of blood; battered shield, shattered sword.

The edge of a blade would spark the acid in rain,
The lash of a whip clenched man's riddance of pain.
Sean Dimech Nov 2012
Silenced stories of restless scythe,
They broke the swarms, drove through the night.
Contagious wound, shrapnel and bite;
Friend now foe, come morning light.
Blood-stained walls of every height,
Repressing zounds of res extensa wight.
Bar up the exits, show no light;
They hide in shadow, starve themselves at night.

Hell's devilish approach, we face God's wrath;
An alliance we form, an escape we path.
Betrayal a necessity, fight for our own.
A dozen to ten, ten cuts me alone.

Tread lightly, tread lightly,
Shelter in fear.
No God and no hope,
There's no one left here.

They ambush me now, ten thousand to one,
I've found a companion, just me and my gun.
Sean Dimech Nov 2012
torn paper, shining coins and a picture of my paradise;
the distant voice of a blurry girl drowning in my eyes.
swirling footsteps cast upon her desire and her will;
the fading figure of memories upon a windowsill.
Sean Dimech Nov 2012
Enter the eyes of majority;

Rigid words sunk into his soft-spoken skin;
Pale faces like dominoes, fresh and ready to drop.
Mother Nature's clothing hung from identical bait.
Peace-keepers and their machinery, step, step, hop.
Honor gained at morality's cost;
Foreign lands to the eyes of a hawk leaves no pause
Their claws evacuate a population of concrete heart.
No mercy or plea can stop them from fighting for their cause.
Blind bangs targeted at their prayers and hopes
Bouncing, or breaking through a bull's eyed wall.
Pupils diluted as a distant, scorching Sun
Returning depression; pictures flung on a golden painted hall.

Exit the eyes of majority, enter the tongue of grievance
Sean Dimech Oct 2012
The darkness swung from tree to tree,
Removing sight from whence;
The lovers legend came to be,
And stay at second glance.
Through miles and miles of foreign lands,
Across a thousand seas.
A stranger traveled to find but a man,
Knelt down on hands and knees.
Not a word to speak or song to sing,
Not even a time to tell.
Just a glance and smile would ever bring,
A fall under eachothers spell.

With sunrise and sundown again and again,
With light and dark throughout,
Their passion for the other was all the same,
One just wouldn't speak the words aloud.
At dusk when light was all but here,
And shadows were only seen,
They would spark a flame to light the air,
And would cover up where they have been.
As secrets reveal and legends tell,
Through sleep their hearts would glow.
A bright blue shine that lit the place,
Brought them together and wouldn't let go.
Still morn did come and their minds drew back,
To the doubt of the others love,
And so did their days and nights turn black,
But they never did give up.

So many days passed, so many days gone,
Until the moment came for them,
When they both became one.

So as the sun did rise they took a trip,
Into a dark and desperate cave,
And whence they entered the black,
They saw their hearts glow blue and wave.
Fascinated by the sight, believing only heart.
They didn't hold back or fight, but began what only dreamt would start
And now they sleep on foreign land
Resting safely to the sound of chimes.
Two creatures' love, a woman, a man,
Creeping slowly, the winding vines.
Sean Dimech Oct 2012
they spoke to me and reassured
that the house was made of wooden doors
i couldn't look as the body lay
face down in blood with hands and feet on floor
but her voice echoed like a melody
running through the corridor just before he left
how could i resist such an offer
which only required my arms and wrists in cleft?
there was more to separating sins
than a focused mind chained to a steady hand
she was the witch in it all
yet i was the fool to have supplied her demand


her words ran through my mind like a metaphor
as i walked to pull the curtains and close the door
there were eyes beside, inside and below
still all i recognized was the familiar sounding blow
the splatter of relief, the push of regret
the drenching touch of guilt set to infinite
my body turned to face a shadowed form of deceit
dimpled cheeks and glowing satisfaction head to feet
i'd done her work and paid the price for naivety
within a minute she ran from there to beyond infinity
all that was left to see was a man down on his knees
contemplating a clenching self-inflicted please


but who could hear through a room with sound-proofed walls?
Who would recognize a plea for mercy through a set of wooden doors?
And who besides myself saw sin dripping through the floors?
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