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I have seen through the guise of fate Into the eyes of a timid beast. And further still where no men tread For all who did have stopped or ceased. I've seen the flames die, doused with water And lit again, to what end I dare not wonder. I've seen men conquer beast and beast Yet all who did have stopped or ceased. And now I stand with level gaze Atop a beast my very own, With void behind me, void below And only one short step to go.

Snowflake in the city Did you see it just last night? Sick man in the mansion Did you feel him die alone? Warrior in the ghetto Did you help him win his fight? Young girl in the harem Did you feel pity when she moaned? Poor man in the gallows Savior in the cell. All those bound And all those damned To the deepest pits of hell Which man could dig And god could give To those who had no chance.

Dust to dust Says all one must When speaking of his hard earned trust. A crown does not make one a king And power spells but one plain thing For a god is but a fickle thing Brought to bear by fear and pain By the wretched, weak and lame.

I see it still, in the distance Fading though it is, I set mine eyes upon it. Just behind those hills, we can make it if we try. Just hold my hand I'll beg, toil not for others pittance. Run with me, I see it, put your hope inside Our love and cast the rest aside. If you fall I'll carry you When you weep I'll dry your tears. When darkness sets your mind I'll sooth. I'll struggle and bleed, I'll slay your fears And give you everything you need. Follow me this day. Theres nothing for us here. The sun has set, and I've burned the boats. And to you this day I swear it On my shoulders hope will float.

Ten men fell He held his ground. A hundred wept He made no sound. The generals cursed He fought and bled. They feared the worst And most men fled. They shall live While he lay dead But they chose to run While he fought instead. And in a hundred years They'll chant his name While in ten more They'll be dead all the same.

The hues of crimson and vibrant yellow dance and jump across from mine eyes. To and fro they burst aglow. Oh what a night to be cozy inside! They dance across my old tattered couch where first I loved my long lost girl, and farther still to a copper picture frame, our faces placed juxtaposed, my happiest moment in all the world. Twirled they did about my last painting contorting the colors and soiling the canvas. The scene quite transformed from the obtrusive effect, tears well in my eyes in spite of myself. They bathed my tweed suits in a heavenly glow those which I'd worn when I met here there. Her eyes so honest, lips so soft

Bursting, bleeding as such. crying silently it feeds on lost hopes and shattered dreams. Clinging with roots fresh sprung from the seeds. Violently cursing, nursing wounds it swoons and faints but regains what its lost; Its cause mighty and true and a battle ensues inside where it lies. A spark is born of death; a clash in the dark. It takes a breath and shouts at the shadows, reborn in the death that it sought.

The decks are bare. Shadows play across the wooden planks, Children of silver moonlight. The night air carries no scent And tastes of a dull indifference. The ship moans and creaks Under the stress of her cargo. Men and women lay still, Passengers weary, deep in slumber, Strewn about from stern to prow. Cautious, quiet as corpses be, Faces covered in ivory masks; Silhouettes of smiles turned to frowns. Waters quiet, ocean placid, Sky in contrast plagued by darkened clouds, Wisps as lips turned into an unintelligable expression. A figure stirrs, disturbed from sleep, Rises slowly, limbs are weary. Hands to mask, and lo! Its

Its dark in this place Where children scream and others weep. Mothers, drunkards dying slowly Sickness creeping souls so lonely. No one sees me breathing Chest is heaving Heart is pounding Sadness' lull dully resounding. Times are changed And I'm here now. Leave me I'll plead While I follow this path. Cast me out As I've done myself. Homes are full with glowing mirth So in streets I will reside. So cozy inside, don't leave I shouldn't have died So leave me, Roaming streets in darkness' dearth. Our hands will touch And our eyes may lock But I'll walk right through you, A ghost as such. Lost as much a friend You'll cu

Monotonously meandering through morbid thoughts; I catch myself before I fall. Systematic desensitization devours souls smoothly, deterring proffered elegance; I close my eyes so I won't see Scantily clad repression dominating recalcitrant derelicts, impervious to rancid rhetoric spewing sagaciously from silent souls; I scream so they might hear me. Unending destitution paralyzes parapalegic minorities, propogating mass destruction upon mindless masses; I curse so I won't cry. Candid demons demoralize anarchist anomolies, anticipating eminent upheaval, insurrection in sight; I gaze at freedoms promise. Demoralizing decanter deters obscur

it's midnight and I'm writing love letters on my skin to the woman who raised me. it's midnight and every limb has a story. all my collarbone remembers is the frantic hurry of your footsteps when it broke under the weight of gravity and mistaken desire to fly and my broken pink umbrella, long-gone, remembers too. my elbows remember the firm pull of your hands in the grocery store. my cheeks remember your makeup and my clumsy fingers dipping in like paint pots and my neck remembers all your strands of pearls. I remember when you were young again and wearing red and holding cups of tea in hands that didn't shake yet and I remembe

Only If cereal can talk. Now I can walk. Red Bull gave me wings like a hawk. Drawing with cheap chalk. Mr. Clean had a kid with Wendy's who was Captain Crunch. So the marriage went bad and Mr. Clean sued for child support and now Wendy's is out of business at certain locations. Now my mind is on vacation. As I sip on my water, I become smarter. I sleep I sleep I sleep Please leave a message after the beep! It sucks getting spam on my cell phone.

deviant art...you think that deleting me from here will make me weep. i am not sad from this...no i'm not sad. i'm the pitcher, you're the catcher. you sent me 3 notes on the fact that my works are violating your rules. your rules were made for all of the p.c. cumguzzling asshat hebe cuntrag hippies that fistfuck themselves while watching some retarded ass show on discovery channel. if that last part didn't rhyme or fit, i don't care...no, i don't care. you're the catcher, i'm the pitcher. you take shots in the mouth from some corporation that's trying to buy you out. mmm, delete me...delete me... your site is lame.  i've seen better

What if Adam just plain lied     And  Eve        with apple juice           Running down her chin Just     let    it    slide Is the whole story  a hoax A different mother                    than Mary                        No father                           Son                             Holy Ghost Was Lilith really all that bad             She  just wanted to be free                  The desert is hard on Mustangs                              And her man was not handy Was Mary really a virgin          did Joseph just herd the sheep Did Mary feel passion         desire            her body eternally saved