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Pebbles Dec 2010
At times in my life i asked for help but no one came
At times I felt abandonned within this skin
At times i hated all that was my life
The knife was too sharpe
The stone too hard
And peoples hearts were too transparent
God sent jesus
He also sent his forgotten angel
lucifer
The bringer of light
Through his darkness
We turn the night into day
We turn nightmares into illusions
He got swollowed up into the plan which god created
A darkness darker than any humans heart
We in our physical form felt the darkness
The strong ones manage to climb through
To become enlightened
They will be
True survivors in eternity
But the souls of some
Can't take the strain
Death and disallusion
Was never the aim
As we become lighter
So can lucifer take his his place once again
By God's right side
Now tell me
Who really is the saviour of men
I don't worship jesus , god or the devil but if they reside in me so be it , I do believe in me and life and a source which we are all connected
I have an angel book which tells the story of lucifer ..god wanted  an angel to come down and bring darkness to teach us so we would find the light through this darkness ...... If this were to be true as the poem says who would really be the saviour ?
Play with my brittle spine on this
June and sultry
night.
Ruin me and ******* hate for you.
The rapture is coming, but only tonight.
Cross your eyes and see yourself from yourself.
Run away child! Whisper in deaths rustic ear:
I am here. I am here. I am here.
Freet of the all black piano keys. Disallusion
has run rampant tonight.
Look at the half bleeding moon.
Oh how it sends shivers down my weak spine.
The fields are full of grace on this red and black night.
Chances mingle best with lust. One without the other is
me without you.
I blame you not for how I am now.
I was like this long before the moon shone a light
and peasants knew what real plight was like.
You were my rapture, and it came at night.
Whisper into deaths rustic ear:
I am ready to die tonight,
but only under the moonlight.
Only tonight.
iamnoone Mar 2017
"To burn with desire and keep quiet about it
Is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."
                                            Frederico Garcia Lorca

Unquestionably difficult,
Bordering on dispair,
To non-project boundless feelings of fondness
Whence found something so rare
As love....
Immeasurable disallusion, disappointment,
Excruciatingly frustrating experiencing
The blatant non-recognition.
I need a bloodletting...an explosive
Immediate relief
Of a deeply personal need to voice an anguish
That is perhaps greater than the anguish itself.

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