"teareth" poems
A man! From whose Godly image, cometh he, from sand;
A mortal engine! Proud son of the earth and the starry heavens;
A wandering soul, cursed to rule the seas and land;
Lord of beasts that roam and roar, and a sky filled with Ravens;
A sparkling light at tunnel's end, in seasons of strive;
Like sunrise, he cometh with hope from the eastern skies;
Like darkness, never to be found wanting where evil thrives;
A harbinger of doom, the soul behind Gaea's cry;
A Viking in chainmail saileth, Oh! I see a damsel in distress;
A Knight in shining armor rideth, Oh! I see Princess feeble;
Lean on me, saith the Wolf, while i slay thine enemies with my prowess;
A white sheep teareth, into the flesh of our lady of brittle;
Me' lady! seeketh not, the man out there in thy dream;
For all the gods, all the heavens and, hell, is within him.
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC
Shun thyself
Taketh the needle out
Stick thyself
Politicians of doubt
Lay down thy stone
Bury thine head
Let the bird flyeth free
And remember thine dead!!!!
Crying shame of pain and doom
Walk the line,
Play thy tunes!!!!
Heavy hearted
Soul of man
Tidy up thy mansion
Do the best thou can
Pull the trigger
Drop thy bombs
Smoke out the ashes
The clay turned dung
Tiger eyes
Diamond blood
Tombstones to plant
Names to shrug
Grow thy beards
Where thy plad
Wear glasses of fashion
And clothes of drag
Maketh thy pupils
Large and small
Taketh thine pills
Behind the wall
Tip thy bottles
Back to false success
Go to school
No rules to thine own stress
Get to work
Five minutes til
Wear thy mask a while
Don't pay thy bills!!!
Smile as thou runneth
And runneth as thou kills
Take the stab from thy own knife
At thine own will
Mask thyself
In blackened grey
Gravedigger
Bury mine grave
Help thyself
Help noone else
Crawling out a hole
That thy parent's hast built
Mommy and daddy
Don't poison me
This stomach's full
Of sinful seed
Hypocrite's judge
Critics ashamed
Bring me sunlight
Of ****** rain
Teareth me down
Build the wall
Case me like benches
In trenched bathroom stalls
Proud and dumb
Dumb and proud
Thy heart still aches
To the fate of the crowd
Innocent murmers
Poems a must
Cops still raging
To a hippy bus
Prosecutors take thy stance
Shackle me
Taketh mine romance
Waketh me at 9:23
It's time
Maby its thou I shalt see
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC