Post by contention on Sept 18, 2005 18:31:42 GMT -5
I wrote this poem, from the heart. Sort of in an outrage from someone I talk to. One of my friends, has this probelm finding love. She believes her life shall come to and end, and never wishes to do anything. It has become a drama story on its own. So with that, I thought to myself... love and life, both strange things. And here, I wrote my feelings of such both out here on this message. These are my views, influenced by recent events. Love is a great things, one should watch with eyes for those who care for them, and never feel down. Take what you get, never feel down.
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Seek thy stars, upon the furious cask;
Guide thy entrails, down within thoust bosom.
Take these stained hands, thy failed task;
Just blood, they loyal lord may choose them.
Sickly stench, thy selfish monarch,
To turn and wrench this masculinity.
Within such heart, doth drum these values;
Struck hard, with the mast of indifference.
Falling lights shall dim the alley black,
Adoration cringes in doorways latched.
Vacant air that swims its stream,
Lust of identity for such a team.
Gritted splinter, to raise the bountiful flesh;
Crushing bones, entwine the ocean of days.
Swirling dreams, may compile gods own test.
Tis the shift, to change these ways.
Two carved eyes, thou shallow skin;
A curse to us, a foul ridden sin.
‘Ere twas time, which stung heavy tome,
Leer laid emotion, playing without tone.
Lonely perched, they arched skull did once grieve,
Thy life twas but nothing, headstones would see.
Twilights may dwindle, thy lips go stale,
Centuries ‘ere to fade, no stories to tell.
Shocked, though blood warm like soup;
Broken shall beat, cringe shall fall.
Children born, out of this loop;
Under the guidance of Satan’s call.
Fall, fall, fall
These eyes gone heavy, this body so light.
Fall, fall, fall,
Come forth sweet blackness, kill this horrible night!
Virtue, to string ones arrows, aloft;
Whirling wind may sing her melody.
Twill latch in bone, t’was hot as coal.
Eros may steal your gold.
Long shall pull the line of dates,
To bring upon the new form age.
Crooked arms may bull their mark,
Yet, never will they play a part.
Sanity shall weave until duty prevail;
Lust will drive craze, your life become hell.
Tis your promise to guide such soul,
Remember my dearest, your heart shan’t hole.
Glaze these keys to the door,
Build the stilts that hold such ground.
Guide thy temple, down and down.
Hide the scrolls, cut out the lore.
Life is a maze, love is a lake,
Put both together, no soul can create.
No cities may dwell, no towers may raise,
That was born from love, in any way.
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Seek thy stars, upon the furious cask;
Guide thy entrails, down within thoust bosom.
Take these stained hands, thy failed task;
Just blood, they loyal lord may choose them.
Sickly stench, thy selfish monarch,
To turn and wrench this masculinity.
Within such heart, doth drum these values;
Struck hard, with the mast of indifference.
Falling lights shall dim the alley black,
Adoration cringes in doorways latched.
Vacant air that swims its stream,
Lust of identity for such a team.
Gritted splinter, to raise the bountiful flesh;
Crushing bones, entwine the ocean of days.
Swirling dreams, may compile gods own test.
Tis the shift, to change these ways.
Two carved eyes, thou shallow skin;
A curse to us, a foul ridden sin.
‘Ere twas time, which stung heavy tome,
Leer laid emotion, playing without tone.
Lonely perched, they arched skull did once grieve,
Thy life twas but nothing, headstones would see.
Twilights may dwindle, thy lips go stale,
Centuries ‘ere to fade, no stories to tell.
Shocked, though blood warm like soup;
Broken shall beat, cringe shall fall.
Children born, out of this loop;
Under the guidance of Satan’s call.
Fall, fall, fall
These eyes gone heavy, this body so light.
Fall, fall, fall,
Come forth sweet blackness, kill this horrible night!
Virtue, to string ones arrows, aloft;
Whirling wind may sing her melody.
Twill latch in bone, t’was hot as coal.
Eros may steal your gold.
Long shall pull the line of dates,
To bring upon the new form age.
Crooked arms may bull their mark,
Yet, never will they play a part.
Sanity shall weave until duty prevail;
Lust will drive craze, your life become hell.
Tis your promise to guide such soul,
Remember my dearest, your heart shan’t hole.
Glaze these keys to the door,
Build the stilts that hold such ground.
Guide thy temple, down and down.
Hide the scrolls, cut out the lore.
Life is a maze, love is a lake,
Put both together, no soul can create.
No cities may dwell, no towers may raise,
That was born from love, in any way.
