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The VoicesThe Voices
The surface is calm, serene, and coy,
Pleasant to the eye, a delightful toy,
None would suspect, infer or construe,
Demonic storms, beneath the surface doth brew
I am screaming
Screaming to tune them out
Screaming to tune you out
All of you
But all you see is silence
Poisonous words speak the voices,
Hatred, Bitterness, and Bile,
Their arsenal grows, mine becomes weak,
Liars, Tyrants, and Pigs,
Labeled, their heads are thrown over the wall,
Land at my feet, proof that the voices speak truth,
Once my friends, here they lie,
Mouths agape, staring with unseeing eyes.
No room in this world or mind, for a dreamer,
Dreams are the stuff of false comfort, unsightly demeanor,
They drive you to madness, thoughtless wiles,
Delivering misled hope and freedom, childrens trials,
There is no room for a dreamer.
The battle remains, I will not stop,
They will not destroy me, nor my thoughts,
The battlements stand, I face out to the sky,
Angel of the Darkest SeaAngel of the Darkest Sea
In the beginning, there was light…
Cast upon a raft, adrift in a heartless sea,
My mind was imprisoned, clouded with doubt,
I was alone, they could not find me,
I'd fallen from grace and could not get out.
Tidal currents would flow and ebb,
Wrought with words that wished to fly,
To soar above all that held them back,
And part the clouds that made them cry.
The sunlight brought naught but fire and pain,
Soothing syrens of the sea began to call my name,
Guiding my soul into the cool and rolling waves,
A realm of "darkness and corruption" is where I'd be saved.
Drawn deeper through abyssal depths,
Forgotten by the light, who'd all but left,
I found to my delight, creatures of such purity and life,
My soul began to find a strength despite its strife.
Twas from here he came…
A being born in darkness and the unforgiving sea,
His eyes held its depth and flowing beauty,
They held the strength and mystery of eternity,
And those eyes then
Dance of DeathDance of Death
A nameless shadow, casts a figure in blood,
The figure boils and writhes, a demon of pain,
His obsession becomes an infectious flood,
His bile raceing through a weave of veins...
The curtain falls upon the scene,
Phantoms still a silent scream,
The stage is set, the final act,
Let the dance begin...
The darkness unfolds, the fires of rage reveal,
A single mind, with naught but thoughts of vengeance,
Cursed or blessed, she cares not now, her will is sealed,
The thirst for blood consumes, now is her chance...
A dancer's flaws are rarely seen,
Perfect, they must always seem,
The orchestra begins to play,
Here, a curse therein...
A fiery hell, within a poisonous sea,
Acids curdle, air becomes a toxic fume,
Contests of the damned, in a nightmare set free,
Collapsing the world, within a shadowed tomb...
Music starts the rhyme anew,
The dance flows not askew,
A sudden scream pierces flesh,
The dancer falls... and the shadow consumes...
JudgementAccepting things for the way they are,
They call this apathy.
Forgiving people for what they've done,
They call this submissive.
Being silent when you have nothing to say,
They call this timid.
Only fighting when truly threatened,
They call this weakness.
Staying in touch when you have no reason not to,
They call this dependant.
Not caring for monetary value,
They call this immature.
Not walking the straight and solid path,
They call this foolish.
No matter the vocabulary, it's all the same,
I call it judgement.
Betrayed they were, by one they trusted most
A frightened creature, wrought with pain
Tore them apart, when its help was needed most
Possessed by demons of the future
Its will and soul tempted to sins of silver and gold
Found its heart drowning in vacuumous cold
Coerced by ambition and half-truths unrelenting
Judging by terms of insanity and the undead
Those that then became fools, held the hidden truth
Corrupted by hearts of selfish gain
Blinded by unforgiving light, now
Unable to survive the comfort of twilight and darkness
The true home of a healthy heart
Beaten and alone, it wanders back without hope
But the darkness is merciful, and eyes will heal
A new strength found amidst the pain
Fear, a dweller of the light, will fade in the dark
No longer able to take control
That frightened creature, I am
Chains of Fear Chains of Fear
Lost forever, caught in a web of lies
Betrayal of the soul, a diminished will
Patronizing voices feed the fuel of fear
Growing to consuming hate, the fiery doom
Touching the very limits of sanity
The breath of confusion, a choking cloud of poison
Confronting shapeless specters of the past
Disguised and hidden, they taunt their victim
Frustrations rage in flooded rivers
Blood and acid boil from its froth
Serpents of guilt crowd its depth
Consuming once peaceful lands of naught
And their corruptions finally revealed
Chains and cages, impenetrable walls
The dreaded instruments of paranoia
Threaten to bind once more, freedom's newfound wings
Wilt its power into subservient dust
Hope of redemption fades to gray
All is revealed for what really exists
Too little, too late…
But when all hope is lost, pain loses its hold
The courage of emptiness prevails
A cold taste of vengeance,
For time that was stolen…
Guilt, pain, fear… Blood rust weakens the metal they bind by
Nothing New Nothing New
Exhausted by each breath I take
Angered by my very state
Disgusted by my ignorant pain
Undecided and afraid
Beat down in a constant barrage
Wanting to escape; trapped by kindness
A fear of boredum and monotony
Longing for kindred souls, but afraid of conformity and obligation
Hoping for an excuse to be different
Finding only mediocrity and lack of will
And a failing of reality
Nothing but whining and complaints
Joy seems futile and fleeting at best
Where is the peace? The center of calm?
A web of confusion broken only briefly
By rare feats of will, which degenerate as fast as they form
Searching for confidence, but which path to take?
I don't want to be like everyone else…
If nothing really changes, nothing is new
What is the point? So what if it's new to you?
The mood never changes, only the façade
Wisdom hidden in a web of lies
The world just got boring again
Purpose is elusive, delusion is preferred
Hope blinds all to the obvious
Curiosity and stubbornness keeps
Crossed Boundaries~Crossed Boundaries~
Within this realm, many worlds reside,
Divided by glass, molten in time;
Through the crystal, spatial distance warps,
The onlookers' perception; and thwarts,
The truth of the world inside...
...Light distorts as the distance grows,
Refracted and absorbed by
The properties of the crystal medium;
Fear keeps these plasmic barriers intact
For many hazards surround the crossing of boundaries...
...As new distortions warp familiar worlds,
And others, more visible become,
A foreign perception of identical divides,
Barriers which possess unique transluscence,
Bring forth new angles of light and shadow...
... The only thing in common?...
... Every window has two sides...
LifeIve seen the world with these two eyes.
A movie played inside my mind.
Ive traveled the seas in half the time
Without ever leaving home.
Ive spread my wings but didnt fly
Ive touched heaven, but I didnt die
Had the chance to ask God why
Without ever receiving an answer.
Ive count the stars and made to ten
Lost track and had to start again.
People laughed, but thats how we make friends
Without ever knowing their name.
Ive loved completely and watched them leave
I tell the storysome dont believe
Let them go or did you flee?
Without seeing what tomorrow brings.
Ive cried like I would never smile
Walked in darkness for half a mile
Saw the sun in the distance for a small while
Without ever feeling its rays.
Ive walked the beachestasted the breeze
There was a time that Ive felt free.
Touched my soul and let life be
Without any regrets to hold.
Ive laughed until I could not breathe
Gasped for air a
I dance in clown shoes.
You compose your conversations.
Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,
ending arguments with a flourish.
Make a point, now whirl, quickly.
Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.
You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:
One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.
You leave me confused and two steps back,
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.
And if I catch up, if I make a point,
you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust
as you make your escape.
And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,
Ending your sentence with a door.
And I must follow you, my thuds down the stairs preceding my statement,
trying to catch up before the page break.
Now I capitalize a W, and follow with an a, i, t.
And you pause, spin, speak, gesture, spin, continue.
A waltz to counter my four-four.
You don't dance your words-
you speak a dance.
You speak a dance Baryshnikov couldn't follow.
You rapidly reverse the rhythm,
changing tempo in a blur of sound
Sex.Love is lusting
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
if you do-
is a vex;
for the worse.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Like the word unheard.
and with luck -
But those who care
Those who live
But what is life
A goddamn vex.
If I Were A LineIf I were a line
I think Id be curled,
billowed and swirled,
and slowly unfurled.
Id sweep over a page,
if I were a line,
with the wind in my hair,
and my heart laid bare.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a line.
If I were a spot
Id be round and fat
(now how about that?)
like an old, well-fed cat.
Id have drizzled and dropped,
if I were a spot,
pittering and pattering
with a slight hint of smattering.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a spot.
If I were a colour
Id be a rich red,
like a painted deathbed
or a sword to the head.
Id lunge for macabre,
if I were a colour,
made oh-so dramatic,
my thoughts all sporadic.
Thats what Id be,
if I were a colour.
But I am a human,
so pale and flawed,
and easily bored,
(wishing I was adored).
I twist and bend
(these hinges, you see?);
my shape is no other
than the one I can be;
My colour, it changes
because I am a human:
a human thats me.
With subatomic subtlety settling on his brow,
he said 'Time's a broken arrow
that points from then to now.'
Once a grain, I entreated him
to stop this flow of sand,
'You're immersed in the irreversible
until, entropical, I land.'
In that glass all is hours,
the busted bucket and the spade,
and each collapsing castle
that our spilt ice cream made.
Since his hands are tide
we can all be shore,
when the sediment slides
there is no more.
at the station
one exhausted passenger
the train on the track whistles
you have to obey
get on it
and ride away
one exhausted passenger
the trip ended where it began
Turner's HillOn Turners Hill in snow lit sky,
the very dead of night, and cold,
the joy of life is measured by
a brace of wind and stinging snow
the bane of hand and eye.
Scudding clouds do not deter
the laughs, the shoves, the dares,
a dangerous game is playing here,
unknown by those who run and slide
a fate awaits the years.
Dot Com Derrek struck it rich,
Stilwell died of cancer,
Alex never found his niche,
William died a soldiers death,
Jack became a dancer.
Sled on dear boys! and show no lack
of boldness off the mark!
One by one, straight down the track,
the hill is life and night is death,
there is no going back.
Butterflies...Our lives are filled with Butterflies
In moments that we seize
They guide us with our heart and soul
Placing themselves in our memories
In days so dark we find them there
We feel them midst our pain
Guiding us to all tranquility
Till we are whole again
We see them in each golden day
They flutter strong and true
Each one more glorious than the next
Their colours a vivid hue
Our laughter guides each Butterfly
To peace and harmony
To place them amongst the flowers
To dance in reverie
Such gentle creatures as they fly
Their silence creating calm
We watch them with surprise and mirth
A cool and soothing balm
Butterflies are our gifts from God
To show us all the light
To guide us in our daily quest
Turning what is wrong to right
So next time you see a Butterfly
Treat this creature with your love
Filling all your memories with their beauty
As they flutter up above
Dream WeaverDream Weaver, Please
Weave me a dream
Make it the best
That I've ever seen
Fill it with joy
For you and for me
Fill it with hope
For the whole world to see
Paint it in colours
To bring us delight
To replace all the darkness
Except for the night
Bathe it in sunshine
As warm as its rays
Fill it with friendship
To last all our days
Give peace in our sorrow
and joy in our song
Weave this dream soon
Do not wait too long
We all need our dreams
To be and to see
To share all we have
From you and from me
Thank you Dream Weaver
For weaving this dream
It is the best dream
That I've ever dreamed..
an alternate final stanza:
Thank you dream Weaver
For helping me see
That life is as beautiful
As we allow it to be...
My Destiny...?My Destiny
Can it be so? How would you know? Where could I possibly go?
Ghoulish questions float in plumes of liquid wax,
Burning through peace of mind they leave their tracks.
In and out of conscious thought I wander through,
While my undead phantoms cycle fro and to.
Must it be? Why cant you see? What shall I choose, fight or flee?
Cry as I might for a moment of peace,
Cruel laughter will rise from the ghosts of unease.
A hand is offered, my mind may yet be free,
But find I may, its severed stump of mockery.
Is this a dream? What have I truly seen? Will nothing be as it may seem?
Here exhaustion finds a welcome place,
While the smile stays pasted pon my face.
Fighting still I must for others sake,
A brilliant actress I would make
Will this forever be my destiny ?
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