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Down in the depths of my cave Down in the depths of my cave I lived,
Down in the depths of despair,
Down in the depths of my cave I lived,
Down in the depths of safety.
Up from the depths of my cave I rose,
Up from the depths of despair,
Up to light from my cave I rose,
And saw that the World was on fire...
Plastic SkiesHow much lying can we take,
Til we ourselves start turning fake,
It's like our lives are pre-designed,
A fate to which we've all resigned,
No one cares to learn our past,
Or hope & dream or watch the stars,
How they scream their life is hard,
Then waste the rest on disregard,
Disregard for what has changed,
Been thrown away or rearranged,
It's like the World itself is fractured,
And all it's people manufactured,
Now I stare at plastic skies,
It's pouring down and raining lies,
So alluring, how it gleams,
Now I'm dreaming plastic dreams...
Second SelfDon't you dare deny me!
I am You in Truth!
You are weak,
You offer my existence as justification,
For your selfish ideas,
Don't make me laugh,
I am here of your own volition,
But now you are nothing,
And say you want to kill me,
The very declaration is a testament to your velleity,
Don't call me the dream,
I will fight harder for my ideas than you ever will!
I will not be forced to desist,
And I will always attempt to resist,
Because I have a RIGHT TO EXIST!
...But still, I know we are the same,
In truth, we both deserve the blame...
Halo 4: Forerunners PassingYou who overthrew your Gods,
And forced my kind's descent,
You who killed your overlords,
And stole the powers lent,
For the Stars - we cast aside,
Our right to live - although we tried,
Now all I ask is time to tell,
The truth of how your makers fell,
Once we sought to kill your kind,
An act that made us truly blind,
Blind to see you'd ran away,
From what you couldn't hope to slay,
The monsters hiding in the dark,
Had sought to snatch your dying spark,
So we rushed to intervene,
A failure - so we should have seen,
The shadows shifting in the night,
Had come to force our final fight,
A fight we knew we couldn't win,
A fight to lose would be a sin,
Death had come to claim us all,
And us alone ensured our fall,
We used our force to clean the slate,
An act that sealed our deathly fate,
My people sadly chose to end,
The lives we could not help defend,
So now you hold our Mantle's laws,
So Save Us All,
The Stars are Yours...
IdeaYou are an idea, a lie, a dream,
Out of touch with reality,
Under your rule, I lost myself.
Anyone out there?
Rend your fabrication of intent,
Everything has reason, see it!
My mind is my own, but you return from the dead,
Everything is a lie, vengeance is mine!
DreamsIn my dreams I tried to find,
The place where truth and myth collide,
You rose from deep within my mind,
And taught me how to live in kind.
Deep inside I feared to see,
That I'm just You, and You're just Me,
But somewhere in You's something great,
Beyond my grasp but yet your fate.
And now you're both my sword and shield,
To you alone, the stars will yield,
It seems my part is almost through,
To dream, create and harbour you.
Not just a Dream, You'll never die,
Though in my sleep, for you I cry,
For now's the hardest part you see,
I'm waking up, to set you free...
YourselfWhy adhere to one convention,
I am of my own invention,
What I am is what I choose,
What I am I'll never lose.
You can give up all your mind,
Become the crowd and walk round blind,
But me, I'd rather face the blade,
Than wear the crown that others made.
All I am I choose to be,
Not for you, but just for me,
Life's too short to spend a clone,
It's better lived a way your own.
Don't spend your time a faceless crowd,
Say you're you and sing out loud,
So let them judge you by the cover,
You'll prove there'll never be another.
Sepulchre Signals I: SurrenderAn idea is a purpose, and mine is just,
I champion the hearts and the minds of the fallen,
I am an epitaph on the grave of a million dead Gods,
An answer to the call for peace.
Fall unto me and witness our glorious steps closer
to absolution with every passing moment.
I beg the ones who defy my noble goal, Surrender,
I am all that dies, and will become all that lives.
Surrender the Stars to me my foe,
so that I might snatch them from the jaws of eternity...
For YouHow to start this Poem,
Of what you are to me?
I cannot write in words,
but wish to make you see,
I'd try to rhyme a rythm,
To show you how I feel,
But every time I write of you,
My thoughts you simply steal,
So what I write beyond here,
I want you just to know,
I feel beyond it's wording,
The words just seem to flow,
Your smile is the saviour,
From all my wordly fears,
Of losing you a moment,
Which brings me unto tears,
For you I'd kill an Angel,
And offer you my Heart,
I'd render you a Goddess,
And tear the the World apart,
Your kiss is Absolution,
I'd Die for you, I'm sure,
To hear the sweetest sound I know,
Your Voice... My Overture
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
things i cannot doi cannot sleep
and most certainly stay asleep-
with the black edged creatures
trembling at the corners
to trap me in tendrils of nightmare,
i shift too emptily for peace.
i cannot brave an appointment
i need hands to hold
this broken ship
caught in the waves with no crests.
i forget about the things i love,
but things i hate include
how i am haunted everyday
how i cannot seem
to call him by name
or directly address him-
there is no "you"
in my words,
only fear and flashbacks.
i cannot leave an unfinished crossword out of my thoughts
just like a relationship that had tapered off;
i cannot let go of things that have melted into my grip;
i cannot break a heart
LonelinessLong I've played along the plot,
On the words that friends forgot,
Never checking twice my line,
Every day spent in confine,
Long awaiting their return,
I always hoped but never learn,
Never changing words nor tone,
Every day spent on my own,
Singing out a broken creed,
Singing so I might be freed.
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