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42. Standing StillStanding still,
Writing in vain
None can understand my pain.
"Fire at will!"
An open mind to bar and fill.
Longing for love
Gazing systems far above.
I stand still
I love my sin
For I loved only to win.
I did lose
I carried on
Here I am, my fate is done.
I will pray
I'm standing still
There's one emotion left to kill.
That is fear
My mind is full
Titanic Demonic raging bull.
Music is me
I write again
I stand still and stir my pen.
44. Two RoadsThe stars describe thousands of eons
The horizon is full of time and tears
The travelers may hear roaring lions
As they cross crossroads of existence.
Two roads filled with magic and emotion
One to lead wanderers into the final freedom
The other shall run them all into damnation
Two Roads, fates' crossroads
Lives burning on a lightning pyre
Swarms, Invasions, Dark Inroads
Sighs coming from interstellar fire
37. Eyes"How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?"
Your eyes ate me from the inside out.
I started my search for the perfect gold
My eyes can't look into yours, they pout
My thoughts have been put on hold.
I am no more I melt into your eyes
I give them color, let them rise!
41. TeamworkWe will need more than comprehension
To help our spirits reach ascension.
We will need to seriously help each other fly
While holding strong against the test of time.
Teamwork shall be the key to success
But we humans defy it nonetheless.
40. RatedThe void shall pledge allegiance with the poet
As soon as the first line is written
Darker powers shall kill thoughts like a bullet
And then the writer shall be rated.
The public will speak for itself, media will rise
These words you read will succumb
My ideology, my torment, life of a poet so wise
The bullet coated in plumb.
Ready to strike my heart, to subdue my solemn words
Censorship rains, poet brainwashed
Rated as a wrongdoer, renegade master of the chords
He (I) will be brought to "justice", lashed.
I've had enough! I deserve more than that
And you know so very well
I will depart and reappear again from death
To take you
39. Dreams"Dream through the sky
Your reality is mine!"
Never answer to the time
The light at the end of the line.
Sands keep stirring in your mind.
Help me for I'm seeing blind
I demand your voice so kind
I demand a place to hide!
My own dreams are only mine!
"Dream through the time
Your reality is mine!"
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 obliterati
I was fooled,
I've always tried to play my part
But angels and demons ripped it apart
I'm lonely, speaking to myself.
I wonder how they got so far
Just a thrill,
Never ending thoughts
Leave them all to me
All beautiful dies
My friends played it against me
I was tricked,
Revenge they took
For not answering when I was called
For leaving my friends for the worst,
For being with them such a profiteer,
The one a world would never fear
In the end that didn't mean true love
For my real queen is like a dove.
All this is true,
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
Me...Admist the purple waterfalls, there can be no peace of mind; there is only struggle.
A struggle bound to cease when the last songmaker's cry is heard by the world. Until then, I might choose to follow an idol and become an escapist, or to be myself and lose this "self" throughout this world.
Whatever my final choice would be, I will always love the world: from Earth to Reticuli and beyond, to the never-ending crescent Universe, an infinite infinity seeded deep into the souls of mortal poets, lost and found; lost and never-found. Love until the end of this plane!
The Universe laughs at us and sears us with the force of the Macrocosm.
47. CreationMy pain, my thrill.
My wrath, my will.
I have searched for the perfect verse for an eternity
Yet I found out not long ago such thing is true impossibility
I seek to make the perfect creation, one to rule them all
I want to make haste to give birth to the fall.
I long for
The wistful bore.
My creation shall spread its wings wide and spit fire
Then (they) will run to attack, to invade, do as they desire
It's time to kill.
Never ending swarms shall wade, so much pain I will bestow
You will never catch a glimpse of me, I promise you, I vow!
What are these creatures? Do you really want to know?
36. Precious TreasureYour eyes are like the sky in day,
Your mind is in itself the blazing sun
My picture of you leads me astray
There are you, unique and one!
Precious Treasure, far away
I'm not the hunter, but the pawn
Kill me now, finish the day
I'm a puppet, a mere clown
Longing for your Precious Treasure!
34. StarsThere "where books, stars and lights all fade"
At the point of no return
Shall the gazers choose to wade
The death of Sun, when mortals burn.
And when the stars look down on me
I begin to ask myself
What on Earth and Moon I'd be:
An ancient and lonely shelf.
35. Hold My HandI dare you!
Hold my hand!
My freezing paw, your magic wand
A globe, my realm, my astral land!
Never let me swallow
Dirty thoughts from dirty minds!
I will always be on your side
I will never ever say goodbye
To this hideous romance
This act of abstract perfection
This fiery, poisonous sensation.
I dare you to hold my hand
Through the sorrow
In the promise of another tomorrow!
And then there were noneAnd then there were none,
None of those I sent for you,
You little sideline of my life.
There were none anymore,
Not a single petal to cover your face,
Not a single faith to crumble time's mace.
At the dead of August, at the advent of peace,
Words like mine will never ever miss,
Miss the chance to kiss, kissing in the bliss
And then there were none,
Standing tall and still.
Standing, falling one by one
There were none anymore,
Not a single world for you to consume
Not a single word for me to conjure.
At the dead of summer, insanity's eclipse
Words like these shall try to bring in peace,
Peace of mind, of soul, of
RiddlesSpeaking of riddles, may I begin?
I see that you wonder why time is so thin.
I have to confront and confuse contradictions,
My son, can you see? Time is of essence!
Speaking in riddles, so I begin.
Why is your mind coated in sin?
Why do you sear at the sound of disgrace?
Why do you tremble at the sight of her lace?
Your thoughts are thawing with your soul set aflame,
Your breaths are growing and love is to blame,
Your riddles are strong but mine are thus more,
Behold! Beware! It’s the calm before the storm…
You learned to die and I learned to live
Soaked with her blood, your axe might still cleave,
The riddles will call and as
SuspenseThere were times when I managed to look in the mirror.
I could see lines of past and present as clear as the day.
I know what nobody knows;
How it comes and where it goes.
Devils start to spark some questions.
Is it real? Is it vivid? Is it true?
How about you?
I felt brought down and torn apart
Just like my feelings turn to art.
I felt glorified in vain,
Lost and gathered through the rain.
They downed me from day to day.
Time flew by, nothing to say.
Past is sung – insanity sane.
I couldn’t pray.
And so they hunted me that day.
Just as the wolf takes down its prey,
Just as the night devours light,
Just as I blinked and you we
PulseOnce I cared… (impulse)
You know that familiarity breeds contempt.
You know that the auroras die out in the end…
You once knew a pulse of majestic nova.
You once knew everything about my thoughts…
You will know black and ash this time.
You will get to know and cope with wrath…
A freakin’ glimpse of a long lost image of a mirroring sun
Flew through my deranged head and struck the midnight pulse.
Handcuffs around my mind, a cage around my star.
A storyteller as hungry as my conscience,
A sitar and a timpani playing muted…
Once I knew your love was everything I ever wanted.
Once I knew I could be mor
WolvesThere where I get devoid of inspiration,
My poems will turn to stone;
And while the heart cannot answer to this temptation,
A chilly wind makes me shiver to the bone.
“Wolves!” they said. Let nature fight silence with love.
And then the pack drew back in fear until the seventh sunrise. (Blackest rays…)
“I could not find sugar in their cove…”
But oh, those were words of the unwise.
This pack proved to be my final inspiration;
This land came to be my last desire.
All comes along with responsibility,
Being lit in their fire; burning on a gnarled pyre.
“Time will tell.” “Farewell!”
Once there was a lord named Bryce
Who ordered the first glass with ice
He drank red wine
Lost count of time
He dreamed and celebrated thrice.
I will now tell you the story of Lee
The Chinese protector of truth and glee
Lee is behind you
Chuck Norris is too
Believe me now, I’m the last one you’ll see.
Once a leprechaun named Bryce
Ordered the first glass with ice
He drank green tea
And danced with thee
He dreamed and celebrated thrice.
Pluma and pieces of steelThe crows, the sparrows, the cold bestowed upon your skin,
All that is left to be said is a warning to you and your siblings.
As the name ‘Lautus’ suggests, the secrets which dwell are covered in sin.
My laughter will be the last death cry you’ll hear, in spite of all the killings.
Coated in devastating sorrow, the ravenous waves you emanate touch;
They burn; they freeze; they bite; they blacken; they tear;
They cry; they hate; they curse; they talk too much;
They love lingering beneath my flesh; they win and lose in all the scorn.
Feasting on his prowess were many; too many to name or remember.
The Steel Sea was but a bea
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