In The Dead of the Night
In The Dead of the Night Part 1The rain doth fall where it pleases,
Death comes as life ceases.
There's no such thing as a spirit, a soul
Reproduction's our role.
Release me from this my cage,
Lest it do fall from my rage.
And those who fall alike will find,
The unliving is their kind.
Whilst the sun doth stay aglow,
And patterns in the sky stars do sew
Longing, I stay
The loveless, such as they.
Ambitions; Unavailable.
Aspirations; Not applicable.
Dreams; None
Except of You; One.
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04/09/09:
Social Cripple
Come stay with us,
On this side of the apocalypse.
All you have to do,
Is leap across the rips.
All you have to do,
Is believe in yourself.
Jokingly,
He begins to despair.
Joyfully,
His emotions begin to flare.
Admittedly,
He has a weakness.
They climb.
They climb together.
They fall.
They catch one another.
On a united front,
We stand.
Caught in the wave's undertow.
Caught in the wind's strong blow.
Stuck in a realistic world.
Stuck in a materialistic whirl.
Driven to madness.
Driven by sadness.
Come stay with us,
On this side of the apocalypse.
Believe in yourself,
Let faith hang on your lips.
Believe in yourself,
Hold onto your convictions.
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14/10/09:
Adoration
The sun shines its rays on the days that pass,
Closer and closer this signals our death.
The moon illuminates the night children,
I am but one of them.
I am but one of many,
In this world that we live as humans.
Pain is what makes us exist,
To know the existence of our own existence.
Sleepless nights I have,
Over thoughts of you.
Fantasies that I live out in my head,
But it's the pain that make them so.
Still you haunt my dreams,
Still, I think I dreamed you to life.
Realities that I live out in my life,
But it's the pain that make them so.
Forever, forever,
The Shakespearean tragedies play on.
Am I who you think I am,
Or just an excellent method actor?
Five score foes have fallen at my feet,
Taken by the sway of my fist.
Those foes had but one name:
Nothing.
Punch, Kick, Scream,
The void doesn't hear you.
Be Still,
Oblivion falls into your submission.
Breathe.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Respire.
I feel nothing,
And nothing is terrifying,
Because it's the pain that makes it real,
And Nothing means no pain.
Strike,
While the Iron is still hot.
Mess it up,
And take a form it will not.
Yes, I have my doubts,
As do you all.
But live it all out,
Grateful I will.
Broken, shattered,
Barely breathing.
Still, I feel nothing,
I find no pain, no meaning.
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17/10/09:
Well, I Am
Reflections off the window,
Rain beating against it.
Tear Drops like rain on the pillow,
Despairing bit by bit.
Drifting off to sleep,
Staring out into the world.
Emotions begin to seep,
Transforming into a bottomless whirl.
...
Juliet, Oh Juliet,
For whom do you wait?
Patience has made you quiet,
Speechless you have been of late.
Julian, Brother Julian,
Can you not see?
It requires no median;
Love need only exist between you and she.
Janelle, Dear Janelle,
Will you give your daughter's hand?
I wish her only well,
There are no other demands.
James, Sir James,
Your son is already mature.
It's about time he made him own name,
By marrying to show his love is pure.
...
The pianist plays his pianoforte,
Loud and Soft he gives their story.
This is her important day,
Today is his pride and glory.
Should there be any objections,
Just remember the verse of Corinthians Thirteen.
Love is unusual and unordinary,
Love, is real.
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21/10/09:
Of No Importance
Her face is pressed against the dashboard.
Somehow his entire body fits behind hers in the front half of the car.
Emotions soared.
The jolts of the car are surprising.
Outside,
There are sirens wailing,
People are crying,
Traffic has stopped.
The tragedy continues playing,
Outside.
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26/10/09:
On A Pointless Journey
Picture your evil self.
Remember all those devilish deeds,
For they are what enticed me,
What created my temptation.
Sinned you have not,
All you have done,
Is mould this greed within me,
This desire for your touch.
I blame you,
For invoking Cupid's wrath,
Upon this blameless soul,
This once joyful void.
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03/11/09:
A Reason For Hope
Doesn't it always seem like;
Because we're humans,
We point the finger?
I question myself,
Ask my own heart,
Why do I feel this for you?
My heart points the finger,
At my eyes,
For being able to see how pretty you are.
My eyes begin to blame my ears,
For they wish,
To hear your voice.
My ears,
They place the fault on my skin,
For they have felt yours and still long for it.
My skin complains,
That if not for my mind thinking that I had a chance with you,
It would not desire.
My mind,
My mind doubts my heart,
Saying it's all because of it.
And now my heart,
My heart realises and has no complaints,
For it truly,
Desires your acknowledgement.
Only when things come full circle,
Do we understand their importance.
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14/11/09:
He Will Make A Discovery
If you sink,
I'll dive in after you,
And pull you back up.
If you fall,
I'll wait for you at the bottom,
And cushion your fall.
If you are lost,
I'll find you,
And guide you back home.
If you fly away,
I'll be staying here,
Waiting for your return.
If you find life unbearable,
I'll at least try,
To give you a meaning to live.
If you need help,
I'll be there.
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07/12/09:
His Father a Blacksmith
All through the day,
And all through the night,
There shines a small ray,
A sliver of light.
Whilst all else is dark,
And whilst all else is unconscious,
It begins to make a mark,
Of a decision unanimous.
Blinding is the illumination,
And blinding is the void,
Some speak of world creation,
Others say the current destroyed.
It matters not when,
And it matters not where,
But if existence does end,
At least together we are there.
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09/12/09:
Raphael's Ambition was to Become a Scholar
Watch the boy breathing fire.
The flames soar higher and higher.
Like a wooden pyre.
Time makes it something to admire.
Feel the heat licking the walls.
Those screams are Death's calls.
As destruction looms nearer.
Love's uselessness couldn't be clearer.
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