Poetry
A modest collection of poetry, for the most part, mine. Enjoy.
Swallow bird perched upon yonder tree,
have you as much grace as me?
It flew so high and flew so low,
and a song about it on my harmonicaI will blow
Buddha statue stern on ground at my feet,
with legs crossed in peculiar seat.
Do you know a better way than me?
Our paths run high, our paths run low.
A song about it on my harmonica
I will blow
Into this steel instrument I blow,
and through my notes the story of
the world is told.
I dare not stop playing under the
plum tree's shade, for if I do
my soul will fade.
Sitting below the heavens, where you are. Admiring you from afar, I dare not approach you, the most beautiful star.
Wondered...
"What should I do?"
What I saught was never a what..
It was a who..
It was a person..
And they were you..
Shades of grey can be so beautiful, you miserable people.
Cold glare like a sword..
Softens at the touch of a girl.
Words like sweet daggers..
Strike me down.
As I watch the small moon not so far away,
I feel as though my troubles have gone away. I feel as though the universe is so large, with so much room for change. My problems would be so small, If the galaxy happend to rage. Rage upon our shoulders.. With all it's force.The sun burns my flesh,
and the wind stings my face. Had I known the nature of the beast, I would've never entered it's lair. Had I not ever viewed the unknown. I'd never have felt this pain. This rapid disassociation of my senses, Breaking walls or building fences?The King sat high on the throne,
With little yearning to be alone. Ill fate would have it Jake came along, Dark hand moving a masterful set of pawns. The King did fall, and come morning his queen was gone.A love that is right,
A right of my own birth,
To be good and loyal
My soul is brilliant,
My surface masks radiance,
Destroying bright hopes.
My beauty crushed by,
a fool's blind ignorance.
My life of love is gone.
Nothing left inside,
My hideous external,
has claimed my only
Love
Through my heart and soul,
dagger's destruction doesn't,
show pain on my face.
Just as a...
Cold glare like a sword,
Softens at a girl's warm touch,
Words like sweet daggers,
Strike me down.
(Introduction:)
The Maiden of Death doesn't care what you look like.
She'll always accept you into her warm bossom.
Hugging you tight and ceasing your breath.
You'll drown in your liquid tides of misery, and feel cold when it all goes away.
Everything you ever cared about, caused you pain.
She'll take you as her lover, into a black Abyss. Untill ebon fills your vision completely.
You may scream for past warmth, but it'll be too late..
She'll caress you with her bony fingers and your pretty hair will peel away.
The flesh upon your face melting with each day.
(Song body:)
~ Burried in the dirt, a mere skeleton. ~
~ Because, son.. It's all been done. ~
~ You've sold your soul to the Inevitable One. ~
~ Now moan in sorrow in your shallow graves. ~
~ Six feet 'neath the surface, ~
~ far below the freedom slaves. ~
~ You tried to live life in every breath, for every day. ~
~ Couldn't find a way, and for it you paid. ~
~ In your heart, is where your insecurities and problems laid. ~
~ You couldn't bare the pain, and driven insane... ~
~ Pressed the warm blade to your vain, ~
~ and yourself you slain. ~
(Speaking verse before close of the song(~):)
And Jerry, now I dance with the Dead..
.. an insane grin plastered on my bleeched head.
Because,
~ It ain't nobody's fault but miiiine.. ~
~ It ain't nobody's fault but miiiine.. ~
~ And I'll sit here for the rest of time.. ~
~ 'Cause it ain't nobody's fault but mine.. ~
The Way You Fulfill Me
Seasons
Change
In the daylight, my Earth is clay
Soft in my fingers, I sculpt my meaning.
In the night, another yearns to sculpt,
To recreate me in turn.
Hearts
Change
The world is my canvas, the world is my cradle
Not the paint that writes my soul.
You are lost under layers of being
I am a cold child in search of heat
Change
Me.