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Once Upon a Love SongNot even in dreams I can fulfill myself.
Hence I wish not to fall asleep as prey to the night.
I wanna spend time by your side,
In deep silent solitude,
In deep silent, complete.
Once upon a love song,
Yearning for those nights.
The golden sound of music,
The magic morning lights.
A lonely heart and nothing more,
Buried deep into the sand.
We shall pray and never cease;
Chants are enchanting the land.
Once upon a love song,
Yearning for that pleasure.
The silvery self-gazing stars,
Nights of infinite treasure.
Be vigilant! Stand on your feet.
You've got more to see.
I cannot speak my mind.
My vision is seared by thee.
Once upon a love song,
Its melody so sweet,
Its verses of coal and tar,
The song on your lower lip.
My dying love,
Your human heart,
My wings are dust,
You've played your part.
Once upon a love song,
It hit me in the head,
It told me the Universe,
Addicted, mortal, mad.
What song? That song,
The chant of birds and
magic snow and heat and
sun and love and hope and
33. ExpectationsThe hopes are high tonight
Swaying lullaby in sight
Before my eyes shall live new light
To purge impureness and all blight.
Expect the best of what's to come
This is a new beginning
Love today, don't come undone
Your life, a prize worth winning.
45. IllusionLike a mirage of the desert you came to me
Your lips were like the oasis
You made me shiver from my inner bones
You put my heart into deep stasis.
I would love to touch your illusion again
And be able to feel the sin
I wish I could bleed with you again
But I can't, I can't win.
Your illusion struck me from the darkest pits
You called me names, you witch!
See me bathe in your own demonic blood
As I take the damned bull by its horns
I relive memories of steel
I melt into the Earth and my emotions boil
I burn into your illusion
I die into the mortal coil
Of disgust and deception
Of torment and damnation
DreamHave you ever worshipped a glowing sunset?
Have you ever tasted a poisoned lip?
Did you ever dream in vain
With hardship through the rain?
Gaze the turquoise mystic horizon
And the thwarted snow-white clouds
Dream for the Ever Free
For the thawing souls.
For the world.
And you will realize, oh dear friend
Our paths are to cross through the valley,
Fill the hearts of our beloved ones.
The world as we know it shall change
Dream through the sky
Your reality is mine
All through the sky
For the record of life
66. Traps"If you read this, then you must
Remember me, prophet of dust.
For sure I shall remember you
Ancient angel; eyes so blue."
Long ago the traps were laid.
Long ago, dreams came to fade
And today, the world is back
And today, the future's dark.
This is the plane we live in,
Into the Tree of Life.
Spires spin, thoughts will win
The traps of soul, of death, of strife.
Traps of the soul
Traps of the mind
Of the body, pain and time
Traps of Heaven
Traps of Hell
Where everyone's got his story to tell.
"I fell into your trap "
60. RejectionLove is set to be free
It has been said so at the very start of the Universe.
The fear that we will not get love
Causes enraging pain
This fear, a mind killer
That pain, the tormentor of hearts.
Let your heart be free.
Love and do not reject
And you shall be loved back
Feelings are made to protect
27. ForeignForeign lips that offer me a kiss.
Foreign thoughts of an erotic bliss.
It is not love but politics
The world changes. Ideas admix
A rhetorical question of deadly foreignism
A spearhead stuck deep into capitalism
Powers of wealth and consuming riches
They drown us all, they set our stitches.
They burn our homes, buy ourselves coffins
They kill us all, they rape the virgins
The world we know, shall disappear
It is time we shed a tear.
25. Trouble LurkingTicky-tock! The clock hits twelve
There is something inhumane
Lurking in the shadow's deep.
Ghosts and ghouls come to bring bane
Upon mankind, upon their wit.
Should I flee from trouble lurking in the deep?
Or should I stay to fight my fear and whip?
A poisoned claw, a putrid breath
Sleep takes over yet again
The poet's dead, bring him a wreath
His soul's empty, his pen dead.
Tears of a GoddessDances of the night, echoes of the past
All dwell inside my mind, I rejoice in lust.
Tears mildly flee from your cheek
As you gather your voice so meek,
Tears of a Goddess.
All empty human skulls,
Those which you cracked,
Shall haunt you back to your cells
Your emotions packed, your heart defect.
Oh so mighty Goddess.
Verses flowing free; no ending.
Your spirit shallow, aura misleading.
Once a Goddess to be hailed,
Now a mortal to be impaled.
Your "majesty", you fell through the cracks
you yourself made!
Writing back to that deserted place
Where all my inspirations wrote their face:
In times of complete change and obliteration
My last wish shall be to acquire "ascension".
Let them free!
Be who you want to be!
Tears will flee!
Goddess, there is great pain in thee!
Prologue to the "Catharsis"
The Song I rehearse not to sing,
but to yell, all before you.
This poem of melancholy,
This shallow melody,
This magic symphony
Goddess, your tears shall embrace my day, and
To Remember You ByIf you choose to slit your wrists,
smear something thoughtful
on the walls with your blood.
If you are planning to set yourself on fire,
coat your clothes in copper
so you burn emerald green.
If you are going to leap from a building,
do a flip or something
on your way back down.
If you decide to use a gun,
make it a revolver, play
Russian roulette until you win.
Give us something
remember you by.
Where are you,
When the hurt inside becomes too much?
When life seems so insignificant?
When I need that one thread of hope in this jumble of stress?
When I cry an ocean of tears,
And you're not there to catch each one?
Where are you,
When each curse, each scream is like a dagger to my chest?
When that scissor is in my hand, shaking with emotion?
When the world seems as if it is crashing down on me?
When those nightmares take control of my mind,
And leave me screaming in the night?
Where are you,
When I have to spew out all the fears inside me?
When I need a laugh to make my day better?
When I need something that gives me a reason to keep going?
When I need that shoulder to cry on,
That would comfort me and let me know everything is all right?
Where are you
When I need you most?
People say that my prince charming is on his way,
That he will help me through life,
That he's just taking his time to get here.
But I need him now,
And I'm terrified
What if I can't last long enough to m
Yellow EveningMy friend, just
finished her game
she is disappointed
with the ending
I think she is angry
she wants to take a piss
but there is someone in the bathroom
so she decides to go out
piss in the yard
her own little
although she slammed the door
she has never pissed
in the yard before
and I wonder if she will do it
on the bush
in the rose bed
if she'll center her act
have everyone see her
or get at it
against the wall of our building, for
she is its superior
maybe she will do it against the wind
let the drops hit her skin
where she feel
they belong at these moments
I decide I will not watch her
step away from the window
let the mystery remain
and leave her to her sorrow
I bow my head,
I have pretty feet
where other people pisses, it
isn't my concern
I'd rather they didn't
on my roses.
Ch-changesThey say I'm confused.
because I'm a boy
and I sit and pee.
this morning while
I looked at my penis
and decided to place her in between my thighs
out of sight.
then I noticed
that if I inverted my knees
and put them against each other
like those Japanese schoolgirls
it caused little lumps of fat
to gather symmetrically above the stem
like I had a vagina.
but who am I kidding
you're all boys
you've all done it
you all seek the alien
you're all human.
The Last DetentionI've spent too many years sitting
in the back of a classroom.
We see thousands of chalkboard faces
in the evening haze of rush hour traffic.
The nicest days of the year always happen
when our Teachers give us detention.
We can't be trusted to punish ourselves.
Grab a stick of chalk and begin.
100 times- I will not cheat on my husband.
100 times- I will not miss my nephew's soccer game so I can drink alone.
100 times- I will not leave smaller tips for the older, less attractive waitresses.
100 times- I will finally get the courage to kiss her tonight.
100 times- I will tell him it is over if he hits me again.
100 times- I will not be weak.
100 times- I will notice the sky today.
100 times- I will invite the widow in 5A to Christmas Dinner.
100 times- I will call my sister.
100 times- I will learn the difference between what is worth fighting for and what isn't.
100 times- I will ask my co worker how he is doing and actually care.
100 times- I will do more than just get by.
What if there
Violet lightning pulsed
between the clouds.
I wondered how much
electricity was trapped
within my ribcage.
Thunder roars with
pride and it
starts to rain.
I have never seen a
soaked umbrella look so
shapely before. All black coat,
bright hazel eyes that scream
so softly under dripping mascara.
Our first date is traditional,
which is odd because I'll soon
find that neither of us are that
type. The dinner was too cheap
and the movie: too expensive.
We held hands the whole time;
she kissed my cheek in the cinema's
private artistic darkness.
When she finally took me home,
the only things I noticed were:
modern art stuck to the wall with thumbtacks,
classic rock on a neighbor's stereo,
We just talked in her bed, I
didn't even use the condom lost
in the far back of my wallet.
It was wonderful.
I'm wearing a tux with a
She looks perfect in her white dress and
We haven't decided on
but i do breathe, i do.my mother used to tell me
a breath of a boy lives
at the mouth, a chain of skin under
your rib cage, grinding like teeth
to the rhythm of organs beating like stage drums
to the breath of summer and the naked
vernacular of lovely bones.
but i am searching, and i find no such breath with mine.
there is only a faintness-
a cool touch to the neck. a pull. my hair stands on its end,
and i'm down, drowning.
i look up
and i find myself
between his legs.
upon knowing the answeryou are punctuating.
i find myself asleep beside you
not dreading the most singular transition
between sleeping and sleeping alone
until i am wrapped
in my own bed
with too much space
i like thinking
of how this is not a memory
this is a moment
that is repeating itself
every time we find
the gaps between minutes
and fill them with ourselves,
like photographs i can't wait to take
and imagine so many times
of the lens reflecting us,
and how that feels
my feet are still unsteady
on a ground too nascent for tectonics
but i am feeling promise
in the way the camera catches you
looking at me
in ways i don't see myself
i like to think of how
you touch me
between mountain ranges
it is so jubilant
full like the clouds
forming castles in the heavens
and it is so soft
so lock and key
that i find myself
burning an obsession with heat
under my skin
where your fingers and lips
there is a story
about a girl
who throws herself down the stairs, because her
baby's father is her father and she can't have her sibling
also her kid.
with her becoming a harlot
that the world can fondle
when ever it pleases.
there is a story of a girl
who sits in the clinic, waiting
to be probed by the doctor
and carved out like a turkey
by the assistants.
she is thinking that
the world has always disliked killing babies
they have made it simpler.
it ends with her
16. QuestioningI'm done today, my mind's in pain
I'm still not free, I can't be me
I am questioned by voices lying deep inside my inner cerebellum
I am being hit-and-ran upon, I am being spit upon, like an old vellum
I can't close an eye, empty my mind, free my inner cerebral cortex
I feel doomed, insane, raped, madness has reached its infernal climax!
I am questioned by many, I answer to no one
It is my life I live that swirls like a fan.
Like a clock, tick tock tick tock, too late!
The Puppeteer's questioning my fate
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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