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Death walks behind usDeath walks behind us from the day we're born.
He dogs our feet
and though we would carry on, one
day we'll turn and meet
him in our tread
and follow him instead.
MotivatorSurround me, thoughts
and drown me out.
Be the ache in my mind,
act of utter death defying
of peeking over the perilous ledge.
That brittle edge
of reason, that brink so inviting.
Embrace me, thoughts,
cover me, hide me,
move me, murder me,
love me, guide me.
When golden pennies lose their shineThat first wave of emotion
all devotion and desire
is as a teardrop in the ocean
no longer passions' raging fire.
No heartbeat palpitations,
no butterflies, no rush
of blood in concentration
for that clammy, heated flush.
None of that for me, no more,
no, this time only acquiescence.
I've thought and felt it all before.
Love is hard, I've learned my lessons.
I've learned my love is little more
than sweet affection briefly granted
and like all lovers come before
you will, one day, be supplanted.
In time all beds grow cold
of every game I do tire.
Someday all new loves are old
and all passions will expire.
These waves have worn away the shore
with all the tears that I have cried.
My punishment for wanting more:
Now I'm never satisfied.
The wonders of the world are at my feet,
creation's endless charity.
Golden sun above and warmth makes life sweet,
night stars help me gain clarity
... and yet I am alone.
Roses and daisies and buttercups too,
green grass and blue sky above me.
Mountains and valleys and geysers that spew,
ocean as far as my eye can see
... and yet I am alone.
New moon above and Milky Way heavens,
lights that inspire poetry.
Bright shooting stars and Northern lights events,
cosmic dance of life surrounds me
... and yet I am alone.
I hold this truth to be above all truth,
that what we need most, is love.
The absence of love makes earthly joys moot,
what I would give... to fit hand in glove
... and never, ever, again be alone.
*The Cathedral*Graveyard sparkles, coat of frost
Souls sleep in comfort none are lost
Yew trees stand's silent friend
Up the pathway faithful wend.
Illuminated Christmas star
Penitants travel from afar
Spiritual comfort, blessed peace
Worldly concerns find release
Stained glass window does inspire
Glorious colours flame desire
Insence smells and bells so pure
Winter Cathderal, open door.
Bathed in scripted bile
A vale of silence falling
Bureaucraticly hiding all
Dysfunctional desires rampant
A festering rotted core
Inequalities deeply binding
Insidious malcontents survive
A decadent soulless beacon
Fulfilling wanton desires
Hypocritically content miscreants
Unchecked carnivorous fools
Blackened evillest wanting
Lost in greed and lust and deed
Radical animosity revealing
Cantankerous inept pontiffs
Cadaverous satanic tools
Solemn service sacrificed
Screaming to deafened ears
What once was the answer
Has turned into misery and fear
Writhing twisted malformation
Unburdened of belief
Empty faithless vessel
Devoid of love and peace
BetrayalI have the memory
I have forgotten
My kisses are fresh
And they're so rotten
My eyes shoot daggers
But stare so sweetly
Our life is a mess
That is arranged so neatly
It hurts me so bad
And yet I feel nothing
You were always so suspicious
You were easily so trusting
You've killed me completely
And filled me with life
I deserve to be an ex
But also your wife
I have given up
I continue to try
You should've told the truth
But you should've lied.
Under the KnifeWhitewash my arms and legs
Until it's okay to be me
until I'm like all the rest
Until I am free
Paint my face,
Bleach my skin,
Change my race.
Why doth ye abandoneth me, O my love?
Have thy heart forgotten thine untamed dove?
Am I damned? Am I ugly?
What is it that makes thee, forsake me?
I live the way thee desireth.
I abide silence and pride forsaketh!
Why ye then blind towards my pain?
Why ye maketh my plea go vain?
Why thou maketh my life so dismal?
The wrath of thy apathy maketh my living abysmal!
Without thee life equals death!
Earnestly for thy mercy I prayeth!
I seeketh peace in thy happiness,
in thy grief I abideth thine loneliness.
Then why dost I fail to please thee?
Why ye not fill my heart with thine abounding mercy?
Reveal unto me my flaw my dear,
an unfathomable grave seems to draw me near!
All frail… all broken… my ordeal finds no end…
Without thy grace my heart can never mend!
To thy sweetest word I yearn.
In the moonlit night forlorn I burn.
Why unto me ye so stern?
Why is thine love so stubborn?
I fail to perceive thy rejection!
Thine unconcern brings unto me a venomous
DFC 3: The PlagueYou are the plague,
That soothes every wound,
So raw and off-key,
Sweet and fine-tuned,
Nobody knows you,
I see your soul,
The timid young rabbit,
The lion so bold,
Nary a whisper,
Carries my scream!
As heavens lie silent,
Hailing; they teem,
Forget all you’ve seen,
But remember me most,
A vibrant bright entity,
A pale shattered ghost,
Joyfully dancing we,
Stare at the sound,
Lost in the darkness,
In light all around,
Where people breathe fire,
I’m encased in ice,
Each moment disgusts me,
I’m fully enticed.
No words are muttered,
They’re chanting our song,
Pulses have quickened,
Dead all along.
You are my plague,
You soothe every wound,
Free and in love,
In hatred entombed.
FOR THE LOST CHILDI am a man who is lost in a child
And my child he never grew
His spirit within, my mother defiled
Turning his soul black and blue.
The years have passed, the summers fade
Still my torment it rages on
This man I am, cold and afraid
Hides from the waking dawn.
My little child is locked inside
Vowing to never come out
This poor little boy, he thinks he died
Existing in shadow and doubt.
I love him, this child inside of me
Yet no matter how hard I try
He will never know what it means to be free
Until that day when I die.
It is I who bears his lasting pain
Yes, ‘tis I that must tarry and wait
Sometimes I think that my life was in vain
As I sit here and ponder my fate.
My mother’s been dead for quite some time
As Cancer accomplished its goal
Below the earth, she rests from her crime
With the little boys heart that she stole.
I see him each day in the mirror
This albatross that I must wear
Bringing me ever nearer
To the end of this life we have shared.
God has set the path I must
My HeavenMy faith is my own, it is my treasure.
In the loneliness of life it spurs me on.
On my forward march it is my measure
by which all progress may be shown.
No longer will I fear the censure
of sceptics, friend and foe alike.
Harsh blows and words may weather
me, but never stop my hike.
On and on, till I lie peaceful in the ground,
my faith will ever lead me down life's winding path.
My Heaven here on this mortal Earth I've found.
I will live and love it till my very last.
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