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Come, my innermost self, let us walk...Should they not listen... I dare not talk...I shall not leave... without you at my side...Your rivers will collide... and your skies... will divide...When it is so, that you've come to bear...Angels shall no longer dance... to the songs upon the air...You will fall... to the resting of your knees...You will cry... to the falling of your trees...And when your

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Many greetings, fellow brother in aggression...I am a thief, quite known for my tasteful discretion...I come to you in the hopes that I can make a lasting impression...You see, my friend, I have but a small... distasteful confession...You have caught my eye, and have tugged at the core of my obsession...I wish to know the nature of your work... the nature of your profession...The shadows

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My eyes fall to the horizon that I know best,My hands tremble to no end, they tremble to no rest,My eyes close to the music within my chest,My hands touch the horizon, unstrained and unstressed.The strings around me sing, to be loved and heard,The voice within me speaks not a whisper, speaks not a word,The ravens around me fade, to be silent and blurred,The spirit within me now no longer still,

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Have I not learned... a world blessed for lesser sight,Have I not learned... wrongest of wrong, and rightest of right.Have I not learned... water, in which swim becomes flight,Have I not learned... darkness, a mere absence of undivided light.Patience, in the stature of a tree?Purpose, at the very tip of a key?Persistence, upon waves of a sea?Power, within a desperate call or plea?Courage, in

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When I'm with you, I dare not remember,Memories were drowned, if for an entire September,Lest two months end, and this pen I'd dismember,If not for you, be it not a start... to grace this December.When I am without, words are easy to find,A wall of poetry... that I am likely to hide behind,What have I created... within the spaces of my mind?And yet... be there a difference... had I two pens

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"I am a king," "I order you to sing.""You shall not disobey," "'Tis obedience that you will portray.""I ask of you my king, my song for a piece of earth?"A king would speak truth, "Your songs are not nearly worth.""Am I to have robes made by your tailors of renowned expertise?""You shall have gunpowder, fired at you by however a manner you please.""Perhaps then, my king, a quilt, so that I may

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I've arrived to the day of trepidation and embodied dread,It shall all finally come down to mere words spoken and said,If I am now a sculpture whose art was drained and fatefully bled,Then I am now one that portrays the precise stillness it takes to be dead.Yet, a pulse, inside this sculpture strives to chaotically beat,This pulse is of metaphoric substance, thus meaning is concrete,But how can

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It's all finally quiet...For too long... you've battled this riot...But it's all over...And your prize is... this common clover...Emptiness left and right...Was it worth such a passionate fight?What a crying shame...Had you known the end... to this crying game...I think maybe now...You shall choose to disavow...But don't lose this clover...Lest you forget... that it is... all over...If there's

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The freedom within living in perfect consistence,Questions this peculiarly strained twofold of an existence,A world in which I can dance to perfect persistence,And another in which I can perform to a twofold resistance.Rivers of asphalt form the pathways of my convictions,Tell me, son of man, were these not your initiate predictions?Am I to remain uncorrupted by these consequent moral afflictions

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There is not a more dark and mysterious place,No way out, and yet I find comfort in your beautiful face,My chest feels tight, my breathing takes not a steady pace,And yet, here I am... breathing your beauty to my steady embrace.No one knows that you and I are here,No one knows what you and I can hear,While my surroundings instill my being with pure fear,All is unseen, and yet seeing you makes it

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My mind speaks of specular infinity,But it knows nothing of definite inevitability,My heart speaks of secular affinity,But it knows nothing of definite divinity.My surroundings fall perfectly into place,A select dimension to fit an imperfect brace,In the midst of a disorderly perfect space,I am the one imperfect being that I wish to erase.I am certain of nothing except that I am filled with doubt

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I reside beneath you... yet I fail to see how,You paint over the past truths... with one lie from now,I stand beside you... and I take yet another vow,You watch observantly, raising yet another brow.Will you not release... thrust me into a sanctuary for mortal peace?Will you not cease... my perishing through immortal decay and decrease?In my silence... lies the evanescent beauty of a given sound

Ravenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01420692480967184970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609689226507141520.post-82958634207218281732008-09-26T23:58:00.003+03:002008-09-27T01:47:45.799+03:00

At last, in me, one half of whatever seems purely hollow,Without question, I am your sin and I shall gladly follow.To no end, to the four corners of each square,Yet, it is all just too real... it is all just too unfair.I would throw you away... or burn you in cold flames,But you are not real... you are not bound by my names.Shhh! Listen... can you not hear the frequencies of pain?No?... But this

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The world is spinning... I can only imagine how fast,Do I oppose... and question the future with my past?Red skies befall a blue ocean... and I cannot see the contrast,Why can't I find you... when this world is only so damn vast?Yet, I stand here, out in your open space,Holding on to the tears running down my happy face,Am I but the only sour in all the sweet you taste?Am I but the only shadow in

Ravenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01420692480967184970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609689226507141520.post-52589014608152645282008-07-19T00:27:00.005+03:002008-07-19T01:47:01.575+03:00

Reader, understand the pain of this chord,If you can but listen, hold, distill and record,You would have shackled, seen and fully assured,The dryness of a pen that bleeds much like a singing sword.Reader, do you not see how small a tear?Yet there is none more precious... utterly none more dear,Brought forth into the face and name of what we fear,Soon you will sacrifice... your very masked

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This path is narrow, straight, and long,My mistakes are deliberate, random, and wrong,You had left... proud, unregretting, and strong,Now I am here... bleeding perfect words to your song.How does one go about saying what cannot be said?How does one speak of life... when one is already dead?So I begin... pressing my head against a cold wall,The transference of heat begins as my will continues to

Ravenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01420692480967184970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609689226507141520.post-50525567638594696942008-05-17T22:20:00.006+03:002008-05-27T16:12:53.150+03:00

Imagine the face of a man covered in dust,This man knows no fear, this man knows no rust,Lifted by earth, yet earth is but a tainted crust,Deviant determination, a demon driven by must.His eyes speak of power, and his eyes speak in thrust,This man knows no betrayal, this man knows no trust,A principle of fault, chosen by the destinies of gust,The winds shall befall you, and his eyes seem to do

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I believe in this place, and where I must go,I believe in myself, and who I must show,I believe in you, and why you must know,I believe in us, and how we cannot flow.I believe in earth, humbled to your very knees,I believe in locks, and a beautiful key-maker of keys,I believe in snow, upon a heart that will never freeze,I believe in love, and the person you want to please.Ask me to stay, I shall

Ravenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01420692480967184970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609689226507141520.post-30727392736414290092008-05-06T01:25:00.004+03:002008-05-06T02:57:45.415+03:00

I have this story, I have this dream,The heat is intense, the cold is extreme,My thoughts attack me, and I choose to scream,Everyone hears me, yet none listen so it would seem.People are everywhere, why do I feel so alone?Can I not go back? back to the walls of my own home?Do I stay here? and dismiss all the doors I've been shown?How has this writer come to know what I keep to be unknown?I feel

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I know that you're crying,I know how many pieces of you are dying.I know how much it hurts to see them go,I know that you hate it, when the tears decide to flow.I know that you feel so alone,I know that you're lost inside your own home.I know that you've tried... and tried,I know that it was all for nothing... if not all cast aside.I know that no one seems to care,I know that nothing around you

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A perfection of words so empty of hope,There is none to be found under this young man's coat.Go elsewhere, help is far too late,Crude creations crackle in the corners of a cubical crate.Do you not understand the language of insanity?A reprimanding reach reduces the relevance of reality.You will realize and come to see,One day... all minds shall be set free.Such tragic mystery you so willingly

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Too many days have gone by,Yet I still sit here, and ask myself why,Why we need to scream, hurt, accuse and lie,What makes us desperately fall, at the need to make others cry,And so I had walked away from my past,Only to come back so true if not so fast,To the dream which makes us kick after it has passed,To the dream with the crashing sense determined to ever last.Imagine a world in which words

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Do you not hear it? The soothing sound of eternal strings,They play for you... and to all other great things,Do you not see it? The inevitable fall of eternal kings,They fall to you... and to the life that a fall brings.Do you not smell it? The smell of skies crying rain,They cry for you... droplets to wash away searing pain,Do you not taste it? Bitter victories of the so called sane,They died

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Its cold without you, its so unfair,My senses are numb, my hands are hardly a pair,You had to leave, whilst I had to care,I'm left to inhale, whatever warmth left in this cold air.Its cold without you, just so you know,How much I've suffered... as I watched you go,I'll fall fast enough, just so that I can show,My racing heartbeats... but a heartbeat too slow.Its cold without you, take me aside,

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I am me, I am you, I am what I shall be, I am what I am,Lost within the stilled motion of running to where I stand,You are my perfect lie, I am no longer the truth you demand,I shall be patient and shelter my purity beneath this cursed land.If each hair on me is a painful song I've led,If each hair on me is another burden I've bled,If each hair on me is a happy thought turned dead,Then mark my

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The more I walk, the more I see you in every face,Where have you gone? I can find of you no single trace,Save me of this love, or run my everlasting hate race,Must you live in my heart, and in no other obsolete place?If you were in a rain drop, I'd catch you as you formulate and fall,If you were years away, I'd scream your name... and to it I shall call,If you were in a happy tear, I'd cry for

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He watches me... the essence of my sin,He marks my shaved head... and sprays his graffiti within.His voice speaks to me, telling me things I cannot question,Including his presence... and the reasons to his contagious infection.Select me, convince me, use me, and when it's over... consume my energy,Overwhelm me with cold chains, deprive me of friendship to my enemy."Raven, I see you." So his

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I am immortal, it is written in my eyes, it is written on my headBorn of rising glory, loyal to blood that flows from truth unsaidI fear not death, but what is left undone when my body lays deadHand me thy knife of lies, I shall stab myself truthfully instead.I am immortal, relevant to neither a timeline nor a lifespanNo one will ever break me, none who live try, none who live canMerged with the

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Dear sin, please come here, I have something to sayI've decided it is time you left, you're unwelcome to stayYou've followed me for too long, thus, you must go awayI've changed... which is why you must leave today.Dear father, I could not have asked for a better dadI keep kissing your head, hoping that I'd make you gladYou're proud of me, though I've sometimes made you sadDad... I'm sorry I

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We walk proud, where others dare not imagine to treadLand so endless, like the sky, yet not blue, green nor redCaressing heat, sandstorms of rage, some heavy as ledThus, the poetic view, of a man covered by the lower face and head.Changeless is this old man's most treasured keepsakeLand that will keep buried the very footprint we makeWhat is it to walk on land that offers nothing you take?I dare

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Help me, injections of substance and eternal sorrowI cannot help but feel the inevitable weight of tomorrowSteal my joy and it is your pain I shall borrowLeave death's crumbs, for they are mine to follow.Help me, capsules of powder and remorseless hateI make wrong choices at any given time or fateFeed me out your cup and you shall drink off my plateGive me the keys to hell's door and I shall

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It is 3:30am, yet, sleepless, she is always awakeShe lives alone, yet, confident, she is not so easy to breakNight after night, it is the same stand at her window she would takeStaring out at the world, wanting to see the runner for sleep's sake.The runner, the wolf, she calls him, the wolf that runs along the bayShe's confused by this wolf, like her, he has never rested a dayRunning, almost like

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Wake up... sleepy mortal... it is time to embrace lightYou've been given body... mind... senses including sightAll was in your favor... strength... will... power and mightTime was at your feet... day after day and night after night.You've destroyed trees to make paper... so what did you write?Was it special? Did you supress wrong? Did you amplify right?What happiness did you bring? What families

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The way you seem... I cannot stand it, I swearThe way you cry... covered by your hands and hairThe way you frown... your eyes find no one to careThe way you feel... I felt aswell, just by being there.The way you pretend... desperate to hide your acheThe way you sigh... you wish to sleep and never wakeThe way you fend... holding back tears for pride's sakeThe way you smile... a gesture so real...

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My king has commanded me to eliminate and killChosen... I lack not talent... neither swiftness nor skillIf not loyal to thy rank, It is thy blood I would spillI shall take part in thy war, thy request I shall fulfill.I travel to sin amongst sinners, blindly... just as you plannedGod, bind my ankles... I wish not the power nor the ability to standMy prayers go unanswered... as my eyes witness the

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I am the air my enemy breathes yet does not see.I am the water, so very alive, deep in the dead sea.I am the chains wrapped around ankles of the free.I am the seed planted to destroy every single tree.I am the love that can only produce hate.I am the lie generated to manipulate fate.I am the force designed never to penetrate.I am the claw, lusting revenge to eviscerate.I am the sensation of anger

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My sun has not yet risen... It has yet to come aroundBirds tapping on the glass window... is my waking soundI hear the wind and rain... as I place my feet on the groundMy day has begun... a slave to this fate... shackled & bound.Do you fear the inevitable... while you continue this quest?Do you feel the pain of failure... when you've been put to the test?Do you lay useless... and think about it

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Lifting my hands high... high above my headI wish to silence the enraged, and those who are deadAs deaf as they were... even the blind wouldn't hear a word I'd saidDo they not understand? How much more are they going to shred?You see, every time we stop... to thinkWe see it all... a grin... a smile... a sigh and blinkAnd every time we stop... and don't thinkWe miss it all... we scream... yell...

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Perfection, I dream about her so very oftenThere is no rock of a man that she cannot softenDriven by the rage of lust... yet, held back by the chains of cautionI dream of her to get away... I dream of her to be free of this coffin!Love... was so unforgiving... and relentlessI'd never felt a power so great... yet so mercilessShe called me sin... and she is forever sinlessSuch purity... prevails

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What has come of me...?I've forgotten what it's like...I've forgotten what it's like to be bound by rules... boundaries that have kept me safe... warm... carefree...I've forgotten what it meant to just stare at birds... watching them eat, drink and soar ever so blue skies...Wish you were home...I sleep far away from slumber... far away from warmth... at but still so far away from home...This is

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Somehow, lies are more painful to someTurn away... when faced with what must be doneLike everlasting peace, all such are truly noneBehold... storms of truth summoned forth to come.Screaming voices, loud as breaking glassSkies turn dark, as the night has been castForsaken by life, one that shall not ever lastSeek not hope, for this change is far too fast.Pale blackness in a clouded chaotic

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Inside, emerges a feeling so complex and untameBursting through every thought traveling through every veinFinally, comes a stop to wondering when, where, or why this all cameEnraged and engulfed... I have become one with this pain.I notice nothing... not the wind, not the people... this monster is all that I claimFor the time being, I have but one purpose... I have but one aimThe temptation

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