This is just a whole bunch of poetry I've written over the years hope you guys get a kick out of it and before you guys ask yes I am very disturbed but isnt that what makes this site the grand thing it is?
Prison of blood and bone
My heart burns in late December
A love never had , never lost but still missed
Trapped inside a heart is a larger prison than hell
My wandering soul cant find peace
My mind knows no rest
Is this my torment?
For deeds done of past lives?
I'll never know and thus I'll repent
For crimes I know not
Gospel of Devils
Decedent from chaos
The serpent grants me the apple
With one bite I fall into sanity
And in the light of knowledge
I remain locked in my mind
But neither gods nor devils
Shall forestall my return
Soul Searching
Cleansed by water till body clean
Cleansed by fire till soul pristine
I have walked in this desert for six long years
Twenty-four to go shed not your tears
I search for a remedy to this world's cancer
Life is the solution
Death not the answer
I am alive though eyes rot from the skull
But I see more without light so their use is null
Still I must fight to find my Valhalla
Heaven or Hell each is a Nirvana
The scared one ( haiku of the lone wolf )
Category: Writing and Poetry
The night is lonely
The scared one bellows his song
no other is heard
Drowning
Be like the rest
Jump on in
the water is fine
If you can swim
If not
Then just drown
Thinking of air
as you sink on down
Into the murky depths
farther you go
your lung fill with water
your mind begins to slow
then sudden realization
living you are not
at the bottom of this grave
to bloat and rot
Lost
The path I walk
once well lit now black as night
I stumble and fall
With no ground to break I fall I tumble into unending darkness
I am truly lost
Loves New Grace
I look into your eyes
My heart falls into place
Nothing else exist
Not time nor space
We look forward to our first meeting
To come together face to face
With all of the promise
Of loves new grace
The True Solder
The solder marches on
his heart without song
Mind ,
Heart ,
And soul are all gone
With nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
He marches to his death
Again , and again
With no love ones back home
No family to share
His heart felt return home
This is why he is still there
With gun shots , and war cries
Ringing in the air
Surviving the day
Is the true solders
only true care
A bullet screams by
Wizzing through his skull
The solders care of surviving
now void and null
Now gone are his problems
His misery is to part
Now the true solder can rest
With peace in his heart
Valentine's Day
For others its joyous
For me its just sad
to waste away alone
thinking of the love I never had
Heartless ,
Loveless ,
Broken ,and down
I walk empty
When Cupid roles into town
Love is for others
Its not ment for me
As I fall from a cliff
Head first into the sea
What in the world
What in the world
happens to the ideas in my head?
They're there when I sleep
and in the morning they're dead
What in the world
Is wrong with the world today
Why are drug dealers and pedophiles were the children play?
What in the world
was the deal with what you did last nigh?
you began to smile after we had our fight
What in the world
happend to Guss?
he got all depressed
and walked out in front of a buss
What in the world
is with people today?
in stead of saying hello
they say get the fuck out my way
What in the world
am I doing writing this rhyme?
how could I find time to do this
when I have no time?
Face of Fear
I walk alone
Through this dark abiss
A silent scream echoes
I turn to my left
Nothing
I turn to my right
still alone
I look behind me
a chill runs
down my spine
I turn to the face of my guilt
The face of fear
The man I killed
Now stands before me
I stare into
My own eyes.
Purpose
If all things
have a purpose.
Is there purpose
In all things?
Like why do
Love ones die?
And why does
the caged bird
sing?
What does life
hold for you?
What does it
hold for me?
Will you become
a savior of lives?
Will the caged
bird become me?
What the road brings.
No one can know.
Because all things
are forever changing.
Like a footprint
in the snow.
So the clocks
of lives
you may whined.
Or alone in
a room.
Prisoner of your
own mind.
All of these
secrets.
Shall reveal them
selves
In due time.
Ignorance
Some say ignorance is bliss.
But I say it is pain.
Leaving the world dark and disdained.
Pain is the greastest teacher.
Though people refuse to learn.
So they sink to the earth.
Screaming as they burn.
