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His Glory ResoundsThought I'd never write again, find my voice again, but here it is in glory:
The real world pines for nothing more than a constant feed of mourning.
It leeches when you least want it to, embraces you with a pain worse than death.
Where is it then, a solitude and solace that none can seem to find in this day and age?
Can it ever be found in a book, song, words otherwise said or even by a wise mage?
Nay, ne'er to be seen by any of these unless one looked upward to the skies,
for someone, perhaps could hear the thoughts of millions, both truth and lies.
I know you hear me in my weaknesses and hold me more dearly than a father ought to,
because your heart has always remained faithful even when I know I haven't been true.
Thanks are never enough, but you accept them in any and all forms that I may speak,
You held me then and even now, in this hour, when I feel used and most weak.
You are adored by your creation, loved endlessly for you see me for what I am,
I am your altar for worship,
Beautiful Old WintertideThe snowflakes fall and prance, blanketing the evenings black night,
By morning, they will bring to childrens faces, pleasure with sheer delight.
Weeks to come and weeks will begin to shorten quicker and yet they will grow,
Sending smiles to young and old as they see the world blanketed with snow.
Though my heart yearns for these things, somehow they go astray,
Confuddled by the longings of what I remember from olden yesterdays.
I long for to dance in the bliss, to frolic and to truly remember,
For to recall those days past from yesteryears Decembers.
Times are passing us and we have somehow sadly have forgot,
What those memories and thoughts did so rightly taught.
Memories of warmth, of joy, of happiness, of even blessed tears,
Should ever be replaced by man or beast or nature through the years.
What I want for Christmas, it doesnt come in packages or strings,
It doesnt take knowledge or know a path to fly on its wings.
The belief that someone you loved d
Under The KnifeThey tell me that we are not meant to be, yet I choose not to believe,
they bring me sorry and misery, even tears to grieve.
Anna, I long for us to be together, but it may never come to be,
so let me, my darling, tell you of how you make me free:
I am told that we don't belong, that's where they're wrong.
For only you, Miss Lexington, will my heart yearn for long.
So spend eternity or at least here on Earth is my hope,
call it, yuppy, disastrous even perhaps I am a dope.
Then again, dearest lover, I am truly are not,
because, maybe just maybe, you're the soul mate I forgot.
Let them all perish, die away, pass away, fade away,
because I want to be your sunshine on a rainy day.
Though your weapons instill deepest fears to all,
I know you'll always come running when I call.
For there is no other beauty, so gentle and certainly fair,
because you're my sweet poison, Anne, and I ... I am your Eddie bear.
No . . . this is not me! I don't write these travesties!
I am not in love with
Untitled Brit Fic Pt. 1
The summer air was cooling off for the evening, cutting the sting from the sweltering heat that the soldiers had felt as of late. Their tired and worn expressions were evident as they marched onward, their destination to bring them back home from battling over the Channel against the forces of Napoleon. Soft humming from a few of the soldiers soon caught the others' attention, eventually making the fifers to whistle and pull their fifes out. The rousing melody of The British Grenadiers began and the voices began to sing of their pride. "And when the siege is over, we to the town repair The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier! Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears! Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers!"
Their leaders were grinning at it and as the same lines were sung, they were quick to join in. The tune continued for quite some time until they spotted the all too familiar lands th
Il mio angelo caro
I'm sorry if I've caused you to cry,
sorry for the excuses that may have sounded like a lie.
Regrettably too, I should openly confess,
I have failed you, dear sister, failed your test.
My heart pounds here as the little orange screen flickers your name,
darkness has prevailed in our souls in this sickly twisted morbid game.
Forgive me please, for I never did try to mean
to shatter your hopes, your wonderful dreams.
Hope did we feel this day when you first arrived,
now all is crushed, destroyed, something has now died.
I sob silently, refusing to tell anyone, show them the tears,
how could I even mention them to you, my deepest fears?
The anger swells, causing me to spin in a frenzy of putrid hate,
I cannot know how to save myself - but I know it is not too late.
Wishing you were here, so I could hold you very close for all eternity,
for no one else can truly know and will ever know how much you mean to me.
Spinning, tumbling, falling, screaming,
writhing, crying, dying, start again.
Prickle, burn, scorch, heat, death.
Ending, beginning, first, last, start.
My head is spinning everywhere, million beats per minute it does pound,
tumbling into a darkness to I've never let out is beginning to put me under earthy ground.
I'm falling and screaming, unable to find solace from someone, nay, not even a friend,
writhing in pain do I start crying, feels like I'm dying, I must start again.
Flames of ghoulish delight prickle my very alabaster skin,
burning me with its scorching and flaming demise caues me to die within.
Is this the ending? Or merely the beginning of my ailing heart?
Will the first be last or the last be first in the meld that I now dub Jump Start?
Learn this lonelinessMORNING:
Sitting, waiting, drowning, dying.
Unable to comprehend why we can't talk, crying.
Family thinks you use me, so you simply like lying?
I'm not a machine, nor have I ever been,
where to do I start, where do I begin?
All I ever wanted for to you to be is a friend.
Perhaps we are the ignorant and foolish ones,
marching to the beat of an unheard drum,
but I'll still be thinking of you when day is done.
Spiraling downward, cast and soon to be left behind,
what good is to understand when you have no mind?
Dismayed, disgruntled, turmoil lurks around, within,
unsure of where to start today, worried will it ever end?
Hold me, embrace me, tell me all will be better in the days to come,
give me a sense of longing, show me that I am wanted, that I belong.
I stare at the red flavored water and still I taste only grief,
reading what we write is unable to bring me solace and relief.
Others speak to me, trying to cheer my sprits once again,
all it seems to do for me i
Life is changed, rearranged.The sweltering heat recalls a time to me so dearly as I gaze upward to the heavens, searching for something. The song Remember When comes to play inside my head as I feel tears falling down my face, thinking about you. You're gone from my side, leaving a cold and harsh void where we should be holding each other, recalling the good times. No matter what anyone says to me, whether it be to tell me it'll be all right or that I need to move on, can fill that void.
How can I? How. . .the pitter patters of rain falling on the metal outbuilding, the rushing little feet, hearing the voices that they belonged to. God. I miss you. More than what you really know or what I must know. No longer can I feel your supporting hands, pulling me back up. No longer can I come to you with my darkest times and tell you what I feel. I can't even hold you or you hold me. It is my curse that I shall for all time and only to have you in memories alone. What cruel fate.
I wish I could have saved you the fi
Bear those ills we have...
The screen flickered, the words urging difference, to a future not yet come,
I sit and I ponder of a time not yet passed.
Measures taken to ensure civility and honorable need not met,
They die in vain and with a heavy sigh, we are like they.
Discomfort and troubled trust clouds our perception of what we say and feel,
makes our future generations look on us in confusion, accidentally following.
We lead them into a darkness of hatred and mirthlessness,
damning body, soul and mind - we should be ashamed.
But are we? No. Our foolish pride is a wound that we do not wish to mend,
we fear what will betray us - we cannot decipher foe from friend.
Our hearts and minds only see that no one is to be trusted,
how foolish are we - children, mere infants we have become.
I speak from my mind and heart to our future, please hear me -
saluting will I to the findings and resolutions of peace will set you free.
The undiscovered country is to be had, but alas, I will not be a part,
it is for this reason,
The Fifth ElementSeek out the sea
Sight beyond the shore
One element and another three
Within to look you'll find one more
Never The Same AgainShattered tears,
And bloodshot eyes;
And a broken mind.
All because he
He caused this pain;
But he can hurt me no more
Washed away like rain.
Then why do I feel like,
Like nothing has changed.
He'll never go away
I'm haunted all the same.
And blood soaked sheets;
No more fears,
Only broken dreams.
Schrodinger's Pet Schrödinger's Pet
The only way to have both cats
Is to not open the box.
But, then again, the the content
Will be naught but a dormant world.
Imagination can't replace experience
You will feel different when you touch the fur.
Change is the way of the universe
So you must lift the lid,
Live the change,
Or melt in limbo
as empty page
Until you die for sure.
Thoughts and ShadowsConquering thoughts and shadows
The pitcher of my life
Things that once did matter
Now take on a new light
In the corner of my mind
I sense a shallow feeling
That when my life has passed me by
All that's left is dreaming
Slowly I start to wonder why
This world is always bleeding
Release me in my darkest night
A restless heart that's beating
Come save me from a new dawning
Of certain destruction
The world is so mixed up and torn
And life is one production
Carry me to safe shores
Carry me through the night
So I won't see the sun dawning
The destruction of the light
Blind my eyes
My thoughts, my fears
Hear my cries
And catch my tears
Bottle them for memories sake
And start a new beginning
Where peace and love is there to take
And there's no threat in living
Walk In My ShoesThat crazy girl
What’s with her head?
She’s shining one moment
Then clams up as dead
She’s talking to someone
A ghost we can’t see
He mustn’t be real
Just a sad fantasy
Her lover has left
Now she cannot move on
Her mind has built fears
Where they do not belong!
But he’s there and he’s real
And he won’t go away
Though mostly, these days
In the shadow he stays
But this week he revealed
He came out of the thick
Someone was getting
Too close to his chick
Old friends, they know
They’ve seen the games
This pattern has played out
Time and again
She thought it was over
She thought she was free
But that sweet delusion
Is the real fantasy
He leaves her sweet songs
Would you like to hear?
Then tell her that she has
No reason to fear
Some moods are natural
Some are induced
There is nothing but sorrow
When love turns to abuse
A Daily GrindSlackened views
In dusty shoes
A trample to the sound
On gavel, just a civil judge
A hammer slamming down
Of penitence, atoning time
And probing of your worth
A muddy haze through lazy days
As water is to earth
A number issued
Stole a name
As in these days it must
In population's upward climb
Of bearing dawn till dusk
A rebel in a wayward soul
Meanders down the road
A pressing search for pots of gold
A shoulder's heavy load
Domesticated pots and pans
Hung gleaming in their rows
Tired feet and dishwash hands
As children age and grow
Work through the rain
Past soiled weary sights
Production carries through the day
Till five o'clock at night
Pens are pushed
Down many page
And clocks are watched most oft
Calculations buzz in air
But every soul
To what they do
Must spend a time in sleep
And travel through a land of dreams
Subconsciously to keep
Unspoken words"I love you".
That's not what I want to say.
Words that burn my mind and tounge.
Phrases like poison.
Escaping my lips.
"You are my dearest one".
No you're not, not anymore.
My heart is aching.
Burning me alive.
I disgust myself each day.
Calling you sweet names.
Making me want to barf.
"You're so funny!"
No, you are not funny!
Quit that attitude!
Would you please grow up?
Some anniversary, huh?
Hanging on your arm.
Like some little doll.
"Whatever you want, dearest".
I do not care about them.
Thought up when you're drunk.
"I... don't want to".
I said "no", you big moron.
And this is no joke.
You don't believe me?
Have a good life, bye-bye boy!
Because you changed.
And you know what, dear?
"I'm not interested in you anymore".
ConflictIn this grey world,
Conflict seems the norm,
From man to nature,
To the bird and the worm.
It doesn't matter
If it is physically waged.
It comes from within and without,
From short to long ranged.
Be they matters of the heart,
Or matters of money and gold.
There is nothing one cannot fight,
To get a close hold.
Not to say that it isn't necessary,
I believe it just should be moderated,
With kindness and compassion,
To not seem like such a mad craven.
Sure the violence and discord,
Is to be somewhat frowned upon,
But without it we couldn't have revolutions,
Or learn to let go and move on.
So I ask you people,
To carefully reflect,
On the most natural of concepts,
That one cannot simply reject.
Though it is a cruel truth,
It can lead to happiness,
Trust me for a bit,
It's worth all the sadness.
I see them melting in the stands.
They liquefy and start to run.
I hold them close with rubber bands.
I grip them tight, with both my hands.
They all fall out, each one by one.
Just one more year, and I’ll be done.
I’ll have time soon to see the sky.
I’ll gaze into the brightest sun.
This cell can’t hold me, may it try,
but I’ll break free, with my throat dry
from screaming down the barreled gun,
“Just one more year, and I’ll be done!”
The coating will melt off the lie,
this vacuum will suck up the fun,
This hell I can’t afford to buy
Will devastate before I die.
My wired brain will only stun,
Just knowing how this fire pit won,
but I can’t wait until I fry,
Just one more year, and I’ll be done.
El sueno el que buscamosCrashing, flashing, neon splendor of reds and blues,
how much will you look at them until you understand what they do?
I am falling, drowning, asking for some assistance for ease,
never asking for very much, always ending with a 'please.'
Why can't they let you be free so that I can hold you, dear?
Am I in some dark ambition to feed my soul to a darker fear?
I am ailing, I am failing to see what exactly will become,
assisting you soon for then we will both be undone.
Cleaved in two, through and through, until there is nothing left to do,
all I ever wanted was to help out and keep Death's grip away from you.
I cannot hold you, comfort you, tell you of how I wish I was near,
no matter how I explain it, truthfully, it will never quite be so clear.
I do not wish to hide myself from you but sometimes it feels I must,
so that I cannot harm you at all, for I do not want to break the trust.
Perhaps now Fate stands and mocks us as he has found his golden egg,
for where were once winning, now do
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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