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Anthony William Brooks
Copyright 2010 by Anthony William Brooks
Smashwords Edition
to my parents who always showed me support and put up with my ways for so long
©1994 - 2010 Anthony William Brooks. All rights reserved.
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ISBN-13: 978-1456325459
ISBN-10: 1456325450
Making love to an angel
I lay asleep in fields of dreams
Waiting for her to make her scream
I felt a chill across my spine
She entered the room of her divine
My eyes still closed she rubbed my back
I felt her nails though as a tack
Compress my pain into her chest
Releasing my undying stress
Her feathers draped along my legs
As she climbed on my lonely bed
For it was vacant only for her
As the angel of darkness now my cure
Her soft lips so tenderly
Caressed my back in ecstasy
The feeling she instilled in me
Was that of pureness and vanity?
As she sprawled out as a porcelain doll
I felt the warmth turn into cold
Her nails grew long and sunk so bold
Straight to my heart removing my soul
Her feathers grew black when my life entered her
Her eyes so true now dark as she tears
Me limb from limb and devours my pride
I must die now as the Angel is alive
She lives off souls so desperately
Seeking love they turn and wait for greed
To find the one so sooth their soul
While removing the passion God only knows
The love from her was long over due
Her kiss was pure until she saw my truth
Devour me please and release my kind
As the Angel of Death made love to my mind
The gay orgasms of Jesus Christ
I sit in glee and watch him dance
He floats as though a charmless romance
The cheap velour caressing his spine
Reveals a man of the shameful kind
I lay upon a board of tack
My wrists of blood keep smiling back
As though I’ve felt this love before
The love I knew of the gay Lenore
She shave's her beard for me alone
I call my love for her my own
I smile with lies behind my robe
I cry with spies we laugh and pose
Please say no more when our eyes meet
We both know this is forbidden and bleak
But care I not I love another man
For share I will not he is the son of the grand
I feel his warmth as his eyes of pain
Hang down his face from his dying shame
The book of all says this is disgrace
You will leave my heart with this heavenly place
You shame my name and darken my bliss
I create mankind for mistakes such as this
But I never would think it started with you
My son loves another but not a lady anew
How dare you follow my name and praise
Your orgasms glisten with evil haze
You sleep with the devil my shameless act
You die alone as you relive my tact
I look in the mirror my son and see
A tear falling down this old man’s glee
As he is now shamed from the dying son
And he is now blamed for the trying glum
I bury him alone and see his smile
The love he once knew was all awhile
A moment in time where I hated him so
A moment in shrine where I now die alone
The caresoul carousel
The music chanting with no sound
The circles spinning round and round
Things are blurry from either end
Your vision lost in upper suspend
The horses flair with no despair
They see him coming as they prepare
To take him to his enchanted land
To take him away from the evils hand
The clownish music making fun
Of real life clues for the end of sun
As horses spin to help the one
Escape all hell of grown up pun
They spin and neigh and free his mind
Forgetting how the world is mine
Forgetting how his thoughts are bound
Releasing prisms of light bended sound
The barrier they do constantly break
The circles spin at a faster rate
The child’s laughter turns to one of hate
The horses turn to bones of deaths smiling face
The circle now spinning faster to one
Becoming a blurred vision of boy vs. none
It spins so fast you can no longer see him
He has become a part of the blurry evil den
From his view he does not see sin
He sees the horses grow strong with men
The knights of good bestow his land
As the carousel takes him to this grand
The horses grow a pair of wings
This must be for the flight of kings
As clouds they part in the land of good
This boy has met his version of pure
Our view the circles spinning has stopped
Nothing left inside the horses have rot
The boy no longer laughing out loud
His stare now a gaze with nothing of proud
He mind has left his core still around
The carousel took his soul below ground
The carousel brought this boy to his knees
But the one that knows is the one that see
Diary of a leader
Day one please forgive me
I touched a boy in the wrong place
He asked me for retribution
And now I seek an elder’s embrace
Day two I apologize for what I did
I shot a man to claim his will
I would become a wealthy beast
But I forgot to clean the kill
Day three I touched again now a girl
She would not go away
She said she would tell mommy
I had to make sure she did not say
Day four went by not a hitch
I slip on my robe to go to school
I stand in front of all that sin
To them I am the word of fools
Day five I really did it now
I promised him I would not do
I slaughtered dreams and acted the fool
As they bow before me I sit so cruel
Day six I created all the world
I relax now let me choose my lull
I must fight the temptation of the young
But they look good because I had none
Day seven must fly for I feel it rise
My feeling like the Lord that I worship
He tells me to spread his good word
But I am too busy destroying his lip
I must now burn this diary in case
I get arrested and they seek on the hate
As I burn this book of all my sin
I must preach to the fools that follow him
For I must get back to work my friend
I am a pasture in my church......
In the name of the father.....son.....and the Holy Ghost.....(grin)
The truth of our president (2004)
If God had a voicemail how would you leave your comment?
Tell him verbs of truth, or lie like the president
"We are winning at this pointless war"
"Don’t fear your neighbor, unless a towel hangs on their door"
"Let me frisk your child for that bomb"
"As I do I will finger them, like I did to Saddam"
"Let us liberate another to fight for me"
"Just like we did when we fought against Russian thieves"
"Oh yeah that did not work out as planned"
"We funded Al-Qaida, to fight for the dammed"
"Now look at them blowing up over our religion"
"Taking my words of hate and secretion"
"But my people I promise a resolution"
"Like when Jesus died on the cross of restitution"
"Let me dangle this carrot in front of you"
"Hopefully my lies and deceit pull off as true"
"And when it comes to vote for another clown"
"Just think that all the fucked up things are brown"
"Oops did I say that into the mic that’s on"
"Let me throw up like pop did on the lap of Mayazawa"
"Maybe they won’t noticed what I said of abusing my power"
"So please vote again for me"
"I know 2 terms is the max but let it be"
So if you called the Lord in his den
I hope you tell the truth and not like HIM.
Revolution of dead poetry
Offensive tones
Offensive notes
Poets complain
Poets go broke
Who cares who likes this?
Who cares who agrees?
Who cares if you’re upset?
I happily smile free
You’re too involved
In this pointless game
Of writing love notes
And ever complain
I shoot my own
With your ball point clone
No one will even care
What you write when you are gone
The cyclical life
Will bring your pen back
Give enough time
You will write the same slack
And I will complain
Again and again
That your lonely pen
With its constant frown
Will look for acceptance
As you rub each other down
So cry to one another
About these words
And pat one another
Where you lay your swords
And smile as you kill
And praise while you drill
And write how you miss
Your feelings in the abyss
Poetry died out along with God
Religion is a fable
And so is your nod
Do yourself a favor
And solve your solution
Do yourself a favor
Join the revolution
Christ killed religion
Some call me the Anti-Christ
But I got more sides
Than number seven on the dice
The careless lord and savior
Created idiot man
With a complex behavior
Started making, all these rules
In God’s name we pray
If you don’t your the fool
You can’t be gay
Only white males in my church
If you’re not we will slay
For God our father
Will strike you down
For thinking this wine couldn't have been water
We take this good book from him
Lay down "our" laws
And repute away your sin
For being colored
Is wrong
Can’t you tell the man on the cross has pale skin?
Again you sin, Again you sin,
Again you sin now kneel and pray to "him"
So I started thinking
If the fairy tale man God gave me brain
And if I use it
And I abuse it
Why the fuck cant I say what I want since I am his kid
Stupid cowards can’t you see
That God has a good mind
And you raped his philosophy
Stupid mankind took the words of our Lord
And turned it into your chi
You backstabber
Took his religion and made it your own
To mold your kind to flea
From the illusion
That free will is a one way ticket to hell
So take your man made book of stupid spells
And conjure up an elixir for the death of religion
And YOU killed it, you stupid cowards
Mankind
Man - Kind?
You lost God's words in translation
I guess you can’t speak his lingo of frustration
Stop burning crosses of "your" religion doomed
Wake up and prepare the tomb
For religion is dead.....thanks to you
Stupid cowards......
Silly poets
Thanks for destroying poetry
It was fun while it lasted
Your constant whining, relentless plea
You poets are all alike, filled with hatred
Mad at the world, denouncing lost loves
Heart breaking? Release the white doves
Let me play the violin so you may win an Oscar
For making me cry as I read your disaster
Let me guess, your lost love got married?
Spar with yourself and write it in your deed
“I will not write about the same old creed”
But thanks again for destroying poetry
Seems like you know how to relive history
Here’s a tissue box so you can cry at something
It’s filled with lotion so your little ego won’t sting
Do us a favor and write about the world
Live in someone else’s shoes and not your own
You might find that the picture you are painting
Can be seen by more and not those with hatred
Silly poets, words are for artists
Like that little rabbit you won’t get your feet wet
So run in circles until you get your dictionary
Look up idiosyncrasy and see what it means, really
And when you have wasted your time
Looking up the meaning for most people rhymes
You may then get the feeling
Of what it feels like to sit through your readings
Silly poets, even if you do hate me
I don’t really care because you know I speak the truth you see
One day when you have decided to grow big and tall
You will preach the same to the ones who wish your work to fall
Sesame Street makes more sense than you
Ask Big Bird for a feather to write down a clue
And while you’re at it ask him what rhymes with “Roses are Blue” ……. Silly poets
The knock of improbability
Sitting peacefully, I lay motionless on the deck of my ship
I hear the birds chirping low and the waves put me to sleep
They rock me back and forth as my mother in past did
I feel her presence as the birds fly overhead, they are my herd
As the border of sleep and reality sets in
I hear a distant knocking on the ship’s deck
My eyes drift slowly open but nothing is seen
The birds overhead motion me back to sleep
The birds chirp turns into dogs bark as I drift into dream
I see my childhood pet, my best friend play in the leaves
She looks up at me and opens her mouth
What comes out is not bark but a knocking on the ship’s deck
I escape from my dream my eyes open wide
This time I heard it closer though coming from behind
I look around to see if anything is there
But alas the birds are the only things that stare
As I fall back into the realm of pretend
The same knocking though from hell is louder in my ear
My eyes open wider as the light escaped with fear
The knock is gone away but my heart beats up so near
I can’t sleep no for when I try that knock comes from her
Is it the ship or worse yet does that knock come from here?
I point to my mind though a game has been played
I point to my soul as it shivers now in pain
I will try one more time to fall asleep I must try
For I am alone, so I thought, must be the birds that’s why
I convince myself its so, and I close my eyes slow
But that knock comes even louder as it did before
Again no one in sight not even the birds
I look around and I am now truly alone with my words
It must be a demon coming to claim what is hers
That my soul is her prize taking me back to disperse
I will not go without a fight I promise you that
I will not give up my soul for your relentless tact
If I must I will cut my own throat before I fall
To your spell I won’t dwell I will no longer be appalled
The knocking grows so loud it deafens me yet
She is coming; the soul of lifeless demeanor is spent
I made up my mind I will not let her take me alive
I will do what is best and decease my own life
As I take my humble blade, and cut into skin
I feel my soul escape low and laugh out loud with no grin
I am free no more knock; for I know she is here
To take my soul from my desperate loving care
That is it I did the deed, but where did she go?
I have not seen her come let alone stare into my vacant body’s tear
Why does she not take a look before she disappears?
But I still hear that knock of effortless jeer
As I fly around my ship trying to locate the ghost
I hear the knock coming up loud as I seem to approach
There it is I can hear it clear she must be inside
As I open the door my spirit turns white without pride
There it stood, a clock that was given to me
By my daughter to fear off the spirits of evil deed
It lay on its side with the hands moving constantly
Against the table of my choice it was "knocking" at me
The carrion and the vulture
The news was brief so take a breath
My "be aware" vision peered its head tonight
Poetry died a tired lonely death
And those damn poets caused the death of might
The carrion of poetry lay still with blood of ink
After years of neglect it finally gave in
As the "poets" unite to slay the beast
The "poets" unite to set it to sleep
Together they committed suicide
Together now turn to genocide
For "poets" forgot to feed its soul
Now the carrion of poetry lies down low
A bird of prey sits on a perch
The bird of prey from poetry’s church
Now cleans her head of former blood
As she looks down to see the "poets" flood
She sees them cry so desperately
Sobbing their ink of insecurity
She perches high to see the show
Of silly poets who killed their own
She elongates her wings to free
As they have been waiting constantly
For moments like this are natures call
For moments like this bare souls to all
Her claws of might clutch to the sky
Grab a hold the tears of Gods cry
For HE created man to see
The death of them self from poetry
The vulture soaring high in awe
Creates her spine to prepare the fall
As though a bullet from the gun of HIS hand
She flies down to the Carrion of grand
The poets now flee as she sets sight
They run and scatter from her diving bite
She sees the weak and focuses in
Her beak enters first, on the "poets" with sin
The "poets" rely on her constant cry
For help from above as more come to fly
One after one they enter the chest
Of poetry’s carrion they indulge in the best
The ink from the soul of poetry bleed through
On the face of her cleaner as she stares at you
With those eyes so black they could eat the light
From the page and the sage of your poetry’s dear fright
As she sees her baits killer staring in awe
She realizes her job is not done at all
The "poets" she admires with her beak draped in blood
Are the fools that allowed this to happen with no judge?
She removes her beak and sees herself
In the reflection cast upon the "poets" true shelf
It is her that she sees as her eyes focus in
Convergent Evolution is the answer from HIM
As she raises her wings high and lifts her soul
She is now "poetry" as she did engulf
The thoughts of man as she fly’s away
She does carry them high from the "poets" true play
"You are now scavengers like I was once"
She replies to the fools on the ground in dunce
"You will now kill yourself for the one is in me"
True scavenger are yourself as you peck each other’s feet
"Poets" I laugh for you killed your own
"Poets" I cry for the future in a drone
"Poets" I am angry for there will be no more
"Poets" kill yourself and your carrion will be slow
The motherless child
Whispers in your ear you fear
The child with no mother is near
As she promotes her soul within
To see you lifeless cunning grin
The warped faze and constant glaze
Undress your body with ever rage
As she smells fear from near your maze
Your mind at ease is restless peace
The clock strikes 12 tic toc heart stopped
She warms you up as her baby soft touch
Enters your cloned state of mind
From the cloned state of time
When things where in rhyme
Of a perfect loves chime
Ticking away the clock strikes 1
The motherless daughter shows you her fun
And see where it leads as she shows you who won
And see her heart bleed as her mother did once
The clock strikes 2 she reloads the gun
Points it at you as she smiles you hear the drum
Her heart beats loud keeping tune in her womb
As the trigger from her lonely motherless gun
Come to halt as the clock strikes back towards 1
She sees you again as you where back in time
Back in time when her mom was around showing prime
Back in time when she smiled at others with a crime
Back in time as she feels her heart stop in rhyme
Tick tock the gun pulled her shock
Back to time it did her
As the motherless deter
Bring your pain
Cold sweats
The shakes are flowing
The coldness in my veins
Tremoring as if melting
For my blood of ice will stain
I count the seconds
They feel like eternity
I lose track of time
As my mind is distant with envy
Why can’t this phase be over?
I guess its part of therapy
My forehead is beading
It’s very very freezing
It must be for I shake
My body is missing an ingredient
Evolutions I do hate
For it’s the reason I feel death surround me
Will this constant cold sweat disappear?
If it doesn’t I can’t go on
I will fight my lonely tear
As least that is warm from ever fear
Thank you pain I feel you again
I know that I am here for real
My shivers will go before my life is stained
And these resolutions of cold sweat contained
Will be my demise as I must refrain
From the evil being within my pain
The pumpkin queen
Extended bones of skinless hands
Reach out with tones of groaning man
They pull her out with growing fears
But she is different than her peers
The pumpkin queen with heart of seed
Makes skinless hands grow heavy with bleed
She dies unto our soul content
To smile no more as we descend
the white line of co-pain
To be or not to be, shut the hell up and join me
Ponder this, while you blow bubbles in your milkshake
Those bubbles you are blowing
Have more life than the good book states
So much for the Earth being flat
So much for the revolution, of the Suns track
You finally found a way to fly
With the use of drugs, so lay your dust on a plaque
Snort a line and wave to God, as you pass by
And when you see, the power of illusions have on thee
You wish hard, and pray to Donald Duck, "Let me in Toon Town please"
But soon you realize that comic characters are your friends
Offering you drugs, rock and roll, and the divine intervention
So sniff hard, take your mind elsewhere and escape, you hooded coward
Can’t stand to face life, so you get high with your nose powdered
When you return, take a look, at your family weeping so softly
Hunching over your grave, you dumbfuck you just o.deed.
The ease of her mind
The ease of her mind
Presently in decline
As she knows we follow her move
She can feel your shame
As she heeds your pain
While her ghost of past sails through
She can play this game
While you pray her name
As her silence will shun your groove
She will sit and wait
And add to your hate
While the white in your face shines true
If you scream out her name
She answers with blame
And points the finger at you
Killing time with her mind
Ending yours in true kind
Her fingers run down your face so blue
As you hold your breath
And pray now for death
She will allow you and say its past due
Forgive her bloody spit
And to you she only sits
And waits for your words to come true
As the gate opens wide
Delivering a horses stride
You must kneel on the golden pew
And pray to your God
Who is dead in her pod
For she is now the one who comes through
Beating heart of darkness
Awaken slow
Winds blow
Warm light
Ever fright
Feeling dim
Always grim
Ever grin
Darkness sin
Holy plea
Satan’s deed
Running free
Pushing glee
Endless bright
Forever site
Forever white
Trees delight
Shadows unite
Darkness flight
Devils soul
Arose bold
Glory told
Darkness fold
Forever gold
Forever mold
Back from the dead
As I sew up my heart
It starts..
The crises of love scorned
Its torn..
The scars on my slain wrists..
The bruises on my broken fist..
The burn of an unsuccessful rope around my neck..
I race with death only to lose by an inch..
The harder I train..
The more in vein..
The lonely pain that sleeps with fish
I wish
I wish..
The more I cry in kindness she will die
The depth of bloodless sighs
I feel closer to the sky
I guess that's the same
As every pain
I'm no different but all the same..
The race against my finish line of cocaine
I will win the race and cross the tape
That death holds for my place
....
Halloween me
As the fog rolled in it sighed a relief
As the color of sin is the same as belief
I looked in the glass of the old horror show
And staring back at me was a man I didn't know
He smiled and said my don't you look grand
Believe in yourself go ahead take my hand
I curled my toes and flew head first
Into this glass of truth and birth
The jagged edges cut me so
I bled the truth and now we know
This man that stared at me so kind
Was really the trick not the treat of my mind
I watched my past soak unto the spell
Of nightly tricks and treats from hell
We looked the same both him and I
We danced the blame of each other’s good lie
And now we both are ready to die
As the Halloween of death came near my eyes
Chainlinks son
Surrounding us we know of her
Screaming like the chosen one
Each we see the nations cure... See More
Gleaming like the chain links son
Protecting visions she only sees
Reflecting decisions of evils greed
The chain link son will die tonight
The pain we pun will fly in sight
And clocks they stop as time does cry
As tears run down the chosen eye
The native’s son kneels down to you
The chain links done and starts anew
His heart stopped dead as she died too
The wild crow cried for knows the true
As chain links son protects the dew
Of Mother Nature’s blood that’s blue
As chain links done
He died for you
The Racist Heaven
As I slashed my wrists wide open
I smiled and could not wait for heaven
I beckoned for my love that a child once knew
I cried as the pain took over
Satan met me at the front door
He slipped on a banana peel that I left from before
I laughed and cried as the tears were of pain
I wished the devil himself would regain
Stand up for those that were cast out of hell
Stand down for those that would set heaven a spell
And relive the anguish of your boycott from jail
And smile as I run my pride though your nails
The ones I used on the lord when he was reborn
When he banished me from home for the belief was not sworn
I care not for you my son of taboo
I die now with you as we kill each other true
Your racist heaven with your laws and your rules
Speak true of your lies as you write another you
And tell your despise to the ones that follow the clue
I die alone for I died with truth
And the crying Satan felt my love for him was due
And we both hold hands as we prepare to slip by
Our hearts become one as the racist heaven lets us die
Crossing the Picket Line in Heaven
There they stand
Swords in hand
The one has crossed their line
They wait so still
Lusting the kill
The one fears his own combine
Halos on the ground
Tossed with a frown
The one can feel the climb
His nation bleeds slow
His angels a glow
With death on their mind
He failed his armada
They stand like no other
Waiting for the one to come down
He slips on his robe
They feel shock in the globe
As he floats down the steps of his cloud
Cannibals roar with hate
They can’t wait to debate
As the one prepares to cross the line
He delivered his words
With a shock in his verbs
And spelled out to his crew now sublime
He promises them
To follow through his amend
And fix all that broke from his hands
As he did prepare
A sword entered his bare
And sliced him open as they stand
"Know now you will die
From the hands of your spies
As we did all the work for you
Regret so do we
For too late so we be
And the damage was done from your move"
As the one passes on
The light turns to dark
His eyes shut as he sees himself true
For he greets himself kind
For he crossed the picked line
Of the Angels that he raised as his own
Now he lays dead
As they fight for the head
Of the one that gave them life from his clone
Be prepared to die slow
Befriend no one to make sure
That your head wont roll down life’s bone
Ravens past
He awoke to the sounds of his alarm
Tedious sounds he heard bearing arms
Though gunshots blazing through his spine
The sounds of his are now yours and mine
His dead weighted arm hit the clock
The sounds disarmed for now it stopped
Back to war with his own prudence
Back to spar with the sounds of sense
Again the rat tat tat of the alarm
Played as though the taps of the armies song
The noise of never love to end the charm
Of escape from his cave beyond his own wrong
The alarm grew louder and more vicious than before
It spoke to him as if the Raven were in lore'
He could see Mr. Poe writing wills of the torn
As the ring of his lover fell from high above Heavens door
Rat tat tat, there is goes one more time
Rat tat tat, in its constant devil chime
Revealing my true wit as I laugh at the mourned
For now is the time the Raven is re-born
The alarm clock from my bed side table of sleep
Lay screaming a poetic ring in a forbidden beep
What once was a crow perched high on my door
Is now is never time as I sleep through Lenore
The black and white images of the lonely mans bird
Lay now in a rainbow as the dust wore down the third
For dimensions tell the tale of my dreams own lure
For dimensions tell the crow to die now in her slur
As she speaks to me again in the rat tat tat form
What was once perched high in her time now is in scorn
As she lays down low next to me in my bed
And her name is not Lenore but Mary Jane instead
The cLOWns last smile
Slamming crashing endless turn
Revealing those that scorn and yearn
Shifting minds undoing tears
Forgiving those forgave my peers
Joyful death amongst the crown
He sat and smiled though as a clown
The angel awaits her fiery friend
Now he lay low his fiery end
Believe in me they said no more
Relief we see for he's reborn
And so with that they run away
They run and slip into their grave
And friends they knew in times before
Are friends that stab in backs of more
To each his own to each the tore
Of rhyming lines of evermore
The clown has died his shoes of gore
Remind him how the natures call
Of mans good taste for which is all
And gone and done with bleeding hands
We spin and spun our good deeds banned
The clown lays low with cunning grin
His dying breath was that of sin
Reminded him of mice and men
From which he came from his dented tin
the poet’s assassin
Morning fog that rolled in, like
A table cloth that folded in, like
Sins before we tried to hide, like
Baby boys that cry and scream high, like
This poet that sings his deadly charm, like
This poet that brings his know it all yarn, like
He sows their ears shut closed, like
A man who calls his own, like
Hitler....like
seek heil i hear his name chant loud, like
a rainbow with no gold to be found, like
seeing this world be frown with tears, like
hearing the sons of dead mothers fear, like
seek the man who killed us near like
seek heil
seek heil
seek the grim reaper seek him to sleep her
and cut his voice down so the young boys can repair
and no one will fear
this poets sincere
or so he would like you to think when its near
that dagger of truth that buried in your back
as this poet now lies on the floor, like
a dead angel does but with no one to implore, like
when the earth stopped and revolved the wrong door, like
you...
i...
seek heil no more
he now lays dead on the penny less life i created for your
heart....
start...
stop....
flop....
seeking seeking stalking walking
the clocks of his ancestor stopped the tic tocking
as time died with the seek heil rocking
now i fly with my doves as i am flocking
to a place where seek heil and the world stops, like
my love for the people that used their rock, like
destruction wasn’t enough for post death
seek heil
seek heil
now we may all take our last breath
the poets assassin has relieved us of him
of you
of me
of love
of greed
of ......
human
Migraines
The restless mind needs a break
I wait and seek my tired berate
She slowly climbs into my mind
And cowardly reminds me of her kind
She lights a fire from within her sin
It starts so small and the vision begins
My eyes now shut in pondering stare
My cries now out while I feel her near
The web she weaves into my spine
Allows deceit to spin around
She climbs onto my visions of proud
And lays her eggs to spawn out loud
They seek and slither into my brain
Allowing the light to cause searing pain
I cry for her to stop her vein
She laughs and spins her web again
For hours this battle sees no end
Our scours believe their harm will mend
As she relieves my mind of torn
Her pain turns to numb my mind is born
A new
A new
She dies within you
Bird of Pain
As I fly with no sound across the earth
I see all with no judgment except for birth
through the mist of the ocean insanity dwells
as the lifeless bodies propel to hell
For I am nothing but a bird or so you think
Without me chaos would reign and the angels would blink
Thank you pain, for without you nothing would gain
I feel shame, thank you pain once again
Without you I not tell what I see
Could it be you respect me?
I find that hard to believe
I’m not holy, nor a savior, all I do is retrieve,
Once you die, you will envy me as I see what I see
You will beg for forgiveness but it is too late
You have now become part of natures sympathetic bait
when the time has come I hope that you will see what I see
then you will realize "damn, that bird was me"
Thank you pain, I see what you see
Persistence of Death
That noise of ever drip
Moves the mountain
The noise of ever sip
Youth from your fountain
Ageless water caressing my lip
Persistence equals my kin
Drip...drip...I call it persistence
You call it sin
Sip...Sip...
Indefinite laws rule our time
Hear the ghosts rebel
Tap...Tap...knock instead of chime
Persistence came from hell
Definitely wrong was the mime
That musk odor of swell
Tap...Tap..came the knock
Of ever setting knell
I call it persistence
You call it hell
Tap...Tap...
Look...look... I see through your eyes
Vacant was your mind
See what I see, now your demise
Searching what did you find?
Leap off the cliff no wings will you fly
Look...Look..there now you die
I call it persistence
you call it a lie
Look...Look
Must you learn from the still
Tap...Tap... persistence is key
Must you remove your kill
Knock...Knock..know now you believe
Replace this all with skill
Look, Look, as you may need
Persistence will be thrill
You call it persistence
I say YOU kill
The Ageless War
As they tend to do on ghoulish nights
the souls are screaming an endless cite
together the sound will end the fight
as the soulless warriors all unite
they wonder in ever aimless march
they walk together in rounded arch
they cease as sounds of stingless harps
play deadly tones of rising starch
for today’s the day that satans born
as hell is opened in endless scorn
the gate of death in ever form
the doorways open souls are torn
heaven hears the banshees fall
the angels of life begin the call
as wings of mighty resting tall
the flight begins for the endless war
the shining beams of white will show
the proud of savior carry them low
as swooping of good will begin the blow
the war of ages will now bestow
father time has just been slain
the devils work to heed the pain
the angels try but cant regain
as time stands still the war remains
planets fall unto the sun
the gods work now see Satan run
as rocks will fall from heavens gun
the star of light now dark wings won
clouds they part the flight of life
swoops down below in endless flight
as souls are stolen from the night
no sun to see whose wrong whose right
the ageless war still in the now
no angels of light for you to bow
but all remains unto the brow
of life on earth is forever in prowl
for you and i are in this fight
who side do you declare to right
for you and i have no more tears
for the fight will last a many years
the wings have fallen to the ground
the horns have risen up but not found
they somehow met in ghastly earth
guess what you and i are one from birth
The game of chess
Along came a black horse
rider non existent
fire in his eyes life no longer
see the devil smile as his horse grew younger
see the devil cry as his horse grew fonder
sat a lonely boy in his path
eyes of water lit to wrath
boy stood up as wings were cast
the dark horse turned grey as light did pass
see the angel smile as the boy grew older
see the angel smile as the boy grew wonder
horse came a halt eyes still a glaze
boy flew above the dark horses maze
fire from his eyes erupted through the air
the boy inhaled as the fire turned to tears
the young boy now a man
the fire inside him as turned his hand
from giving to a fist no longer will stand
as the horse now in air flying with the man
the waltz of life now on demand
the man and horse now riding through land
turn to each others reprimand
the boy grew dark and eyes now steam
the horse grew white and wings through the beam
see the devil smile as his horse won the fight
see the angels smile as their boy won the might
the last brick
Quite possibly
My eyes deceive
When I see
That look of glee
For you provoke
And swallow your choke
As I pursue
That endless toke
Wrath of kin
All from within
Alone you stand
Alone with sin
Head of state
Can this be fate
My bi-polar friend
Is this berate?
Things we see
All fly in flee
They fly alone
They fly so free
The smell of doom
That musk of gloom
Strut to forgive
Is that perfume?
Who am I
Don’t be shy
The reflection in the mirror
Oh so sly
Fatherless son
Caress your weapon
For you must fight
For all NOT in heaven
Nameless grave
Ensuring a slave
Welcome back my son
Now please behave
Sun setting quick
Be ever so slick
Don’t waste your time
You must lay your last brick
Anger is my friend
As I feel this rage is setting in
my loneliness has now a friend
it grows until i cannot win
it grows until my hope is sin
the power comes not from within
the power comes but from your grin
the things it says does not make sense
the things it does it without hence
the rage is growing from your dense
the rage is rising around the fence
the joy is no longer now it’s here
the power is tall without your fear
the darkness grows until we hear
the darkness is yours now mine to steer
the pain was alone until it came
the pain felt right but not the same
welcome friend my angry son
welcome to your lonely home
you are here to stay and roam
to feed in my mind forever grown
the fields of life are dying slow
now you’re here they will not grow
for you my angry lonely friend
are mine to cherish again no win
darkness came to my mind
anger left it from behind
anger came to keep me free
or so it said when it left me
it will return to keep my glee
as i smile back to heavens tree
the blood runs true on angers back
as the knife of life is placed with tact
finally i am alone again
to win another day and defeat my friend
for it will return to keep my glee
but i wait that day with a new reprieve
skool of atheist
It was my first year of school
my was I the fool
I still laugh and think how cruel
but instead I'll think twice
and pretend it was nice
After all it was the school of Christ
The priest that had taught me
Gave me a crayon and fought me
To color inside of the lines
And when I questioned why
He looked at me so sly
"If you don't you WILL go to hell, don't cry"
I dried the tears and thought for a while
HE then hit me.....I gave in with a smile
"Priest , can you color in the lines?"
He replied "Of course I can"
"God will guide my hand"
and pulled out a crayon and tried
and when he was done
he looked far none
"God guided my hand and kept it from the overrun"
"That’s not so bad, you did not even blink"
"That’s not so bad for a man who cannot think"
For I have a mind of my own
I cannot help it if you lost your tone
For if God wants me to be
Whatever I want to be
He will give me the crayon and tell me to run
Small equals sin
He could not walk
Barely could he talk
But he knew the way
Escape his day
Longing for friends
No one saw him until the end
Said he is too small
Short...unknowing his fall
Arrogance gets us all
But he did stand tall
Four foot tall...
Don't pick him
Small equal’s sin
HE can never win
Short equals him
Short did he stand
Ever giving was his hand
Shun so did we
To he...
Now he will be
Alone...why can’t we see
What we did to he
Flight he cannot
Run...Why? there’s no plot
Crawl this he may
Short he won’t stay
For he will rise one day
Strike down with dismay
For remember the day
That we made his array
That short was his way
Eyes are blind with thee
Said he..
You could really never see
Said he...
The reason I am small
The reason I can’t fall
The reason you always flee
From me...
Now you will see
I was not on feet...but on bended knees
Fixing all...
For those who are small
You children..now you see
I was kneeling down to thee
Helping them for they don't see
What you see...
They have dignity...
They stand tall
You are small
I can’t fall
I help them all
Arrange you’re like
Step up...
remove your knife
Dig them up
From the ground you did bury
Pay attention
They are wary
Small they be
For you they see
For you they flee
For you they recede
For you they bleed
For you they heed
For you...
So you are small
Not I..I am tall
Took your place
So they won’t fall
Bells ring..
Ding..Ding..
Get them all
Your spawn now stands tall...
Revenge of the soldier
For how long, have you won the fight
And how wrong, has your life been white
For no song, can bring down your height
Your moves gone, as you lose hope at night
I remember, when you left me to die
Mid December, when the kids were so high
I was an ember, of the movement to fly
You clan member, searching for the dark one so sly
Now feel, my wrath as for you I do come
With steel, from the dark side of the dumb
It’s not real, you scream sucking your thumb
As you kneel, begging forgiveness of your slum
And now heed, as my sword enters deep
Your soul feeds, off my pain so discreet
As you bleed, your heart does skip a beat
For you plead, for your life to end with speed
I laugh, as you die now with ease
On behalf, of the ones who cant squeeze
I draw a graph, of your way down to the trees
With no staff, no help now as you freeze
Cant please the devil
There’s no pleasing the Devil for he is dead
Shot in the face by one of his own men
The bullet was inscribed with the initials J.C.
Could this the janitor Juan Carlos's deed?
Hell no, pardon the pun forgive me
The time of death was 11:34 in the eve
The gun lay low still in the devils claw
Did the crazy son of a b1tch shoot out his own jaw?
I doubt that he would commit suicide
If he did he would have gone out with some more pride
Like taking out a school bus filled with Jehovah winners
Or running children over in a Mercedes with 22" spinners
So let me see what spells J.C.?
Could it possibly be the one who died for me?
I doubt that as his book says though won’t kill
But then again his speakers finger children till they spill
The verdict is up to you but don’t forget the robe
As you become the judge so crude and blame it on the globe
If it were up to me the obvious one with the initials J.C.
Jesus Christ killed the devil, what about the time you see?
11:34 is ironic for the devil to have fell
Flip the numbers upside down and it will surely spell h-e-l-l
Back for good
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Did you miss me? A question for you to ponder
Even if you said you did not you are a liar
The bad ones back and it’s you that I am after
Before you jump through some hoops to look better
Paint your nose red to end all illusions of laughter
Drive in your little car that shoots water from the bumper
And crash in the fire pit created by me the helter skelter
Did you miss the way I used to play with your mind
Ask you pointless questions in ever setting rhyme
Makes you wonder how I can be so good at telling lies
What rhymes with stupid? Look in the mirror see your demise
As you get tattoos of pointless things on your body
Wasting the talent of art you scream for a lobby
Except no one can hear you cry as the ink bleeds
Into your skin you are marked like a farmer does to his pig
Branded from life is this what you meant to do
Pointless ink can’t hide what its covering in you
Just as the numbers on the arms of all those harmless Jews
Marked to die your day will come as you kneel on the pew
Die for him for he died for us they said
Bunch of bullshit he committed suicide for what? the dead?
Gimme a break take the good book back to Disneyland
Tell Mickey Mouse to keep it locked with the Pirates of Caribbean
For he is much more a God to me
I can see his lies and deceit unlike the hero of creed
Glad you know who’s boss in this underworld
Better get a clue before you brand yourself in swirl
On the seventh day god created kryptonite
Adam and Eve is where we came
God created them in all their shame
As time went on God had to reframe
For what he created had no blame
The all mighty pondered a few
Then realized his creations had no flu
He sought out to sabotage them with a clue
So in he laid a snake to subdue
As time went on the two grew bored
So then they sought the snake they saw
Resting high upon the claw
Of an eagles grip released to fall
Down to the garden is where it fell
Awfully sinister as though straight from hell
The snake insisted that he would dwell
Amongst the two as they grew dull
The serpent hissed and saw their eyes
Upon his grip was a curious prize
Take a bite and see the result your demise
As the two did listen the plan now alive
The creator saw his children not true
To his words they did not listen after the clue
As the result of this he had to subdue
To banning them to a life like you
The seventh day he thought for a while
I must make a person with honor to smile
This man will save the people from their style
This man will be the hero with guile
And so he created a man of steel
The man could fly and see through feel
The mighty one with an S on his chest
Would be the hero of those with stress
Just in case the humans believed
That the hero was God he set to deceive
By putting a weakness in both hero’s knees
And placing a rock that would be his disease
Now every man has his disease
Can you feel yours as you rest your please
God made us all to be like one
So find out your weakness as it’s all done
Good vs. good
Love sprawls endlessly across this grave
This grave had no name just a crave
To rise again to face the beings of save
A letter would be cast from the shadows of hoods
The letter was written to the ghosts with blood
The letter was in awe of good versus good
Satan’s handwriting across the page
Deliver this letter with my constant rage
As the letter was put on the dragons back
He flew from the grave with the focus of black
Through the day he bared the sunlight of good
Knowing God would be the one that would
As the scripture of names etched on the walls
The fire from the dragon would be faced in awe
The letter would wind up on Jesus's door
Only to be opened by the one that did not fall
As the letter was opened while the dragon was freed
A spirit arose from the grave with no creed
The spirit would choose to remain without good
For the savior would not know to remove the wood
As it cast a shadow of ever setting sun
From his back it did stay as the Good finally won
Poetry must die
Back with vengeance is what he cried
Out so loud it made them hide
The bad ones back so be aware
His sword just slayed the one your near
Don’t pray to much for it won’t help
Your pointless ranting will only speed it up
The sword of notion has your name etched on
For your spine is calling as it shimmers in the sun
I killed peace as well as hope
I killed the ones that pointlessly spoke
I got tired of the peaceful roses are red
Sick of the hopeful words of the dead
For now is your time to hear the truth
That it felt so good when my sword entered the youth
Finally I have been summoned to do the deed
For poetry is dead as I killed it unseen
It lays lifeless on the floor waiting for you to breath
It has no life anymore for you butchered its seams
Finally you will see that I did it for you
As you were killing poetry only I saw it through
The language of dark
The knife entered his chest as his last breath exited his lungs
The drive of the cold steel blade was inserted without blame
As the bleeding hand that did the deed released the handle
He could hear the final gasp of air escape with a name
The last effort that was whispered silently was "Bariesous endeiknumi ekeinos"
As the killers hand pulled back in shock and awe
He could not believe the words that were spoken to him
The victim was a lifelong advocate of the church
Now laying dead on the floor he had no one but this lost soul that ended his life
The killer felt something relieve his cold ways and instill fear instead
The fear of passion and remorse took over his body
"Hinati apodidomi ekeinos archo" he exclaimed in his native toungue
This was the language that all power spoke to their followers
This was the language of disbelief
Now the one that stalked and executed the follower of the Lord
Was no longer allowing himself to follow any other
The dark one that sent him to end the life of a dedicated speaker of church
Thought to himself why must I follow another
The man I killed last words before he was to meet his leader
Contradicted his ways and form on this earth and time
I refuse to follow another to do their deeds
I feel remorse for what I have done
As the killer stood over the victim he raised his bloody blackened hand high
Gripping the knife that entered the holy chest as if it were a snake from the garden
He lunged unto the cold smiling blade as it entered his beating heart
As he fell onto his victim to pass into the next
His last breath that was released to no one was
"Diabolos endeiknumi ekeinos"
Translations: (Ancient Greek to English)
Bariesous endeiknumi ekeinos = Jesus did this to me
Hinati apodidomi ekeinos archo = Why must he say this
Diabolos endeiknumi ekeinos = Devil did this to me
Dear Africa
Dear Africa I know it has been a while
I have forgotten what it looks like to see you smile
I am sorry I have not written it is kind of hard you see
Being one of your children and asking, have you forgotten me?
I remember waking up in the mornings it was cold and dreary
But then I remembered it was you so I need not be weary
I have moved on now and so must you
You say you don't remember me? I know you do
Do you remember the time when we would kiss the sun?
I'd chase you in circles until you were spun
Yet you still don’t remember me? is this what you say?
You feel I have abandoned you and left you astray?
Well let me ask you this, what if it were the other way?
I always wish that I could see you again
But would you go back and see the beginning of the end?
Would you look me in the eye and say it’s still the same?
If you do you are lying, I know.....it is a shame
I owe you my soul for all the memories of you
please say you remember me, so I can be true
I want to know you knew that I did exist
I want to know before my giving hand becomes a fist
It’s hard to me I never said goodbye
It’s hard to me but you know I do try
I never did tell you but I think now it is due
If you choose to forget me, remember "I love you"
Friends that Bled
my heart that beats without a drum
its cheating starts from your fake glum
and thundering sounds of natures turn
instead does pound my beat less churn
and smell i may of dead man’s waste
and see i may of dying breeds race
and hear the sounds of babies cry
to motherless frowns as the earth now dies
and again my beat less heart stops dead
and friends i never knew now bled
Life Cheater
Go ahead you weak headed coward
Take the pill to cheat on life and see your mind powered
You can’t see what it’s meant to be
Instead you swallow pills of ecstasy
And say your free
And say you breath
Inside of me
Get the hell out of my face you tripping junkie
It’s just a cliff note version of life that’s handed to me
I can’t blame you for being weak in the knees
And falling down when you had the perfect life you see
So lay your future on the mirror and cut it free
Roll up a George Washington and sniff it till you mind does bleed
Just remember your spoiled antics when you watch Africa dying from H.I.V.
You have no clue how life was meant to be
I would go deeper and make you really think
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