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Another
Brick
The plight,
The pain,
The flight,
The sane,
The way of decay,
Within the play,
Of antagonizing frustration,
Ripping outward from within,
This horrid, torrid, clandestined sin,
Forever inside to keep,
The dreamless dream of forever sleep,
Know thy deeds,
And take thoust needs,
Where it falls,
Is where it bleeds,
Among the weeds,
Is what stalks and waits for thee,
And know it to be,
The burning desires,
To lash out in anguish,
At the hatred that sires,
The never ending flames you wish to extinguish,
For the crime of time,
Has stolen away,
The last piece of truth in you.
For
Revenge
Vengeance fury,
Burn thy flame,
Hell'n fire know thy name,
The cold burning,
The nullen pain,
I must refrain,
To keep the knowledge I now hold,
To never be so bold,
Ease the thunderous thought,
Burns the night hellishly hot,
I must have retribution,
For those who betray me,
Never-ending torment they shall see.
The
Loss
One by one,
My dreams fall away,
Left to reveal the day,
The day I both fear and look forward to,
The things I know I must do,
Like the pieces of a puzzle that fall into place,
I will finally see the way,
Across the endless bay,
And so I must go,
This I truly know,
This knowledge my knife,
The truth its edge,
My life plummeting over the ledge,
The cliff of life had lied in wait for me,
My future at the rocky chasms base,
Clearly I can see,
And yet, I have no choice,
But to fall to that wicked place.
Way Of The Warrior
The warrior of the wind,
The trials of courage and tribulation,
A torn fighters soul to mend,
By way of destiny,
A fate is decided,
Upon return a heralding auditory,
A hero's honor to gain,
A cowards fate to curse,
Forever a memory to remain,
The conflict of life,
The struggle of death,
Blade to blade, match by knife,
Know the deeds of thy harbingers,
Who forged the path of blood and glory,
Lonely passing the faceless strangers,
Living the day of the battle,
Fight of truth and righteousness,
By vow and determination duty be done,
Shine as the stars, above like the sun,
Will as steel,
Steady with gun,
Beware the wrath,
Of the mighty ones.
Of Knightfelt Deeds
A heartfelt tale,
Of long ago,
A time of harrowing deeds,
And stout bravery to show,
To travel down,
The only road,
Ever known,
The fearless fighters,
Forward ho,
Onward to eventide,
These soldiers go,
Donned in steel,
These iron-clad,
March alone,
With armied pride,
And valor shone,
Far and near,
Go they to face the deeds of evil,
Wide abroad tales you hear,
Of these good sirs,
Against which no man can stand,
But are boldly said,
To be the best of the land.
Gallantry
Sweet majesty,
Tender mercy,
Shine thy way upon me,
Raise in glory,
Ride in justice,
With shield on pommel,
And lance rested on stirrup,
Merriment within heart,
Joy abound,
The dance of life,
Shimmering steel,
Glistening might,
Take thy honored place,
Earned by justice true,
Holy fervor,
Righteous rite,
Still carrying my favor,
Swift motions,
Gentle gestures,
Wielding death,
My champion come home.
Altercation
Prize to win,
Fire it burns,
With fury for battle,
As the pulse beats faster,
And as the anticipation elevates,
Time begins to quicken,
The blood within starts to boil,
Jump back, beware, be ready fore the recoil,
To your side,
From behind,
There ahead of you,
Watch for what he might do,
Or you may be the one who is slew,
The other in his place ahead of you,
There he' ll stand for the last time.
Justifiable
Cause
My time has passed,
I have nothing left to give,
Where to go,
What to do,
Have I not been here before,
Why again do I return to this place,
Staring down the unscalable precipice,
Towering and looming before me,
Hiding the sight I cant see,
Nor do I desire to be,
Why,
Me,
Have I been so bad,
To deserve to feel so sad,
Die without dying,
Cry without lying,
Take the way and path,
That leads winding serpentine down the wrath,
Of some unseen foe,
Never to know,
The reason or cause,
For this unjust justification.
Midnight Promenade
To walk the way down the shore,
Across endless sands of indecision,
Fluid emotions ebbing with the tide,
White stallions pound the ground side by side,
Calling attention to the biting breeze,
The salty tainted scent provoking a sneeze,
Coming to one knee I take in hand,
A bit of the earthy sand,
A thousand years before,
Part of a stone from far away,
Now shattered, scattered, with lost individuality,
Strewn about the beach like so much jetsam,
Countless representations of the wandering stars,
Passing quietly above,
Shining their cold and feelingless light down upon us,
A light from many ages past,
Decorating the sky like jewels encrowning the moon,
It with its sardonic grin,
Smiling down at us,
Snickering at our follies,
Like a mischievous childhood playmate,
With secret knowledge of what lies ahead,
Wading through the wakes,
These the ripples of past events,
Reflecting the truth I seek upon their surface,
But hiding the dangers below, their rip-tide,
And a gleaming attracting my attention to my side,
Beyond the breakers upon the peaceful surface the glimmering
lights of eternity.
Nothing
Time so slow,
The things to know,
What can be,
The things we see,
Perhaps as they are,
But likely a bit marred,
What we want,
What we see,
What we know,
Can never be,
As they truly are,
For the eyes can not comprehend,
How all things are the same,
But differentiated,
From everything.
The Call Of The Faery Folk
By the rhythm of the heart,
And the melody,
Of the chorus of the soul,
So it must be told,
That one must pay the toll,
To cross the knollen rise,
Below the misty starred skies,
Resembling hidden twinkling tears,
With the occasional droplet rolling down onto the earth,
With pains,
Merriment,
And mirth,
To a place long ago left aside,
Like a favorite toy outgrown,
Left within the darkness of disremembrance.....neglected,
A place far away,
But,
As close as outside your door,
Beyond the bog,
Before the moor,
Beneath the slanted grin of the moon,
Where the revelment and feasting,
Occurs for any old occasion,
And the spiral of love and life,
Meets the brow before the mane of the pure,
Where for our ill we may find a cure,
A home we once knew and shared,
But now frown upon as simple ol' ,
Folklore,
Yet somehow we wanted more,
A greedy beast man is,
If not one way, then in another,
We were of once likened to the others,
Of the breed of magic,
And yet we parted from our cousins,
To seek our " own" way,
Which lead to our dismay,
Leaving us hollow and unfulfilled,
Seeking now to " gain" what was once freely ours,
So now we look in the masks casting of the world about us,
Where we see the dimly flickering shadows,
Of the life long since past,
Hoping,
Wishing,
Dreaming,
Of finding our place among,
Forgotten Faeries fulfilling the Great Work.
Lee
That fateful night,
Of heated passion,
And painful loss,
Confused thoughts,
And wounded soul,
Propelled by his determined actions,
His hatred of past time events,
Filling his wellspring of fervent emotions,
Always losing to him what is dear,
To him his greatest fear,
Intentionally seeking recourse and rejection sooner than later,
But he does not realize it will never come,
For those about him try to understand,
And I by his side can see the truth within his tortured soul,
Torn asunder by misdirection and indecision,
Now with tool in hand he bites into the flesh of the Earth,
The melancholy sound in repetition,
Pudf----schpff, Pudf----schpff, Pudf----schpff,
Deeper, and deeper,
Grows his agony and depression,
By a word to cease him from his task,
His anguish and pace intensifies,
Pudfschpff, Pudfschpff, Pudfschpff,
Till hand on shoulder eases him away,
To weep silently to the side,
Till his mate takes him in embrace to comfort his heart,
The cruel moon and cold stars stare silently down at them and his
grief,
Now with control returned and the void complete,
He retrieves the object of his pain,
He lays to rest, adjusting gently so,
The lifeless form,
Its hollow shell in a position of respect,
Its black fur, and black eyes becoming one with the night,
Such a painful sight,
On his knees,
On the ground,
With compassion all around,
He scoops armfuls of the brown earthen flesh into the hole,
Till it has been filled,
Unlike the space within him.
Toni'
s Tears
In her eyes I see her pain,
Gazing at her I see what was,
Noting her beauty just because,
And the tears falling ever so gently, are whisked away by the
breeze,
Setting her soul to ease,
Is how I aim to please,
Could it be true what I feel for you,
Oh what shall I do to help you forget the past,
And look forward to the good things yet to come and go,
I want you just to know,
I will always be there for you,
No matter what you do,
When the pieces crumble away,
And you feel you've come undone,
I' ll be your light and show you your way.
Check-Mate
Puzzled pieces play the part,
Delightedly deciding to dance the day,
Shining slightly showing their shimmering sheen,
Playing pieces pass the plaque-like plane,
Onward and outward, on toward other outstanding onslaughts,
Riding rightward righteously roughly regarding the field of
contest,
Fighting fervently fierce foes,
March many men of mighty marks,
Row by row ranging in rank,
Heralding heroism haughtily high,
Known these kingly knights kindle fear,
Deeply dowsing and drowning the defiant defilers dreams,
With wrongs withered where whence they came,
To take their tie to this and that,
Falls fast found the foe their king,
Concession captured caused by catalytic action,
Victorious valiant veterans venerate their cause,
Won was which way would wager what wealth withheld,
The land loosed,
To the triumphant taker,
The mighty monarch,
Who vanquished he, he placed in check.
The
Traveler
Slayer of stars,
Wanderer of night,
Bearing the scars,
Wrought by fright,
Fleeing the thing,
To which honor bound,
Could make he a king,
But forever prince crowned,
Know thy will,
But not knowing thy way,
Chaos bounding down the hill,
Never bowing down to dismay,
Travel on till journey' s end,
When solace and peace are gained,
Turning the final bend,
All things set to rights obtained.
Traveler
Do I deserve to live,
Do I deserve to die,
Which is the truth,
And which is the lie,
Torn between two worlds,
Neither really differ,
In either, death will always elude me,
My rights to peace and rest wavered,
It is the answers that need to be discovered,
Not I,
When searching for the introspective view in this and all things,
Do not deny,
The literal and obvious meanings,
For they are the most important of lessons,
In this,
And countless worlds.
Frivolities
Away,
Passing,
Away,
The time,
All,
Time,
Passed away,
With,
Disdain,
We gain,
Nothing,
Idle moments,
Wasting,
Away,
Our day,
Alone are we,
Who,
Stay,
Our hands,
And refrain,
To,
Interfere,
To,
Meddle,
In others,
Idle,
Moments,
Which,
Pass,
By,
Uninterminably,
Alone.
Ponder
Awhile
With day on end,
And the lives crying, die,
With why,
That is,
That all,
Pass indiscriminately by,
Without time,
Taste of the sublime,
Lost about, the within,
Cause of sin,
That brings the day,
And hides the night,
From, sight,
All about,
The infinite,
Who,
What,
When,
Why,
The tear ridden cry,
Of desolation,
Of desperation,
In pondering.
Wrought
Of Pain
Known only unto pain,
Thoughts falling like rain,
Ever reminding me,
Where do you go,
When you belong nowhere,
To whom do you turn,
When all have abandoned,
Why does it turn,
To come again,
Always to return,
But it' s never the same,
Why is it,
How can it be,
Break the wheel,
Set me free,
Let me be,
All I' ve loved,
All I' ve cherished,
All I've trusted,
Turned their cold backs to me,
Left me,
Hurt me beyond belief,
All I want,
They won' t give,
And to no wonder,
For all I've shared,
Is all I have to bequeath,
Is all I am,
Pain,
Never-ending ever-shifting,
Pain,
Frustration at the futility of my efforts,
To regain what I can never know if I had,
I feel of the ultimate sad,
I am of the pathetic beyond pathetic,
I am wretched,
I am dying of agony,
I am pain,
As my thoughts fall like rain.
Crossing That Bridge
Slowly he walked the bridge,
With its rope and planks swaying,
The old dark musty wood,
The old knotted hemp fraying,
Ever perilously placed between two sheer drops,
Overlying a barren yet rocky chasm known too well,
So cautiously he treads,
Knowing a wrong step could send him sprawling,
Then once to the middle,
He stops,
Looking forward and then behind,
Knowing he heads towards something new but comforting,
But also remembering the safeness and familiarity from behind,
Caught within indecision he takes a step and then reverses it,
He knows, he thinks, that what he seeks lies at either end,
And what he fears lies below but a lungfull away,
Standing staring one way then the other,
Frustration of indecisive inaction tears at him evenly,
Standing days and nights, weeks and months, for an eternity,
Feeling the cruel blistering heat of the sun,
The bitter cold of starless nights,
Without hopes and dreams empty of thought,
Empty of being,
Known only unto pain and fear and frustration,
From ahead he catches the scent of warm soft spiced vanilla,
And from behind a breeze with the smell of passion and sweet-sour
strawberry lemonade,
For waiting an eternity on an eternity with nothing changing,
Suddenly something changed,
On either end of the railless bridge the rope begins to snap,
Chord by braided chord twanging a discordant melody,
Singing the promise of the doom below,
He stands dumbstruck,
Whipping his head to and fro,
Ever undecided as could be,
Even as the bridge begins to sag,
He is caught in fear motionless,
Like lights upon a stag,
What is to become of him he wonders as he fills his lungs.
Evermore
Deep within,
You dream of sin,
Through its layer to its den,
Time runs to the ten,
Now you hope for redemption,
But now you know,
You're the one,
Who will free them from,
Those who shun,
Dream of those,
Who are feared,
Loathed and despised,
Dream of the wolves,
Of the dragons,
Of the flame that burns evermore,
Fear not of those,
Whom they fear,
It's the horrid cry they hear,
Of they that withdrew,
The mighty few,
They will fight,
They will win,
They will overcome,
The oppressors,
Free will be all,
Those who took the fall,
They are the feared,
The dream of wolves,
The dream of dragons,
The dream of the flame that burns evermore,
Inspiration is within,
They call it your sin,
Let it set you free,
From the world that doesn't care,
It will be your savior from,
All that is done,
To the world beyond,
Is where I go,
The never-ending show,
That is where,
I will find,
What they fear,
It will set me free from all that is,
All will be mine,
What that is his,
The dreams of wolves,
The dragon' s fire,
And the flame that burns evermore,
Look deep into the mirrored eyes,
There within lies,
Is your answers dormant,
Welcome to Evermore.
Seasons
Life begins with Spring,
Supposedly a splendid thing,
A time for beginnings,
Falling into love like lemmings,
Enter a time of transition,
Next life moves to its Summer,
A period of great intensity expelled by the younger,
To live a life without the worries,
Oh how the time hurries,
Enter a time of transition,
Then comes Fall,
Just past its prime it descends the wall,
The sparkle and beauty evanesced away,
The life comes to the close of its day,
Enter a time of transition,
Finally comes Winter the sweet cold and harsh aftermath,
The time when the life finds the end of its path,
Enter a time of transition.
Meaning
" To be or not to be" ,
What we see,
What we know,
Isn' t what we show,
Memories minds keep,
To dream the dream of deepest sleep,
Digging in thyself so very deep,
Trying to obtain the answers that we ever so long for,
If only we knew what's to come,
Yet the days are left to the unpredictable,
And still yet to expect the unexpected,
To leave the lies neglected,
Being one with thyself and thy element,
Taking only your sentiment,
Knowing not the value,
Of one true life.
Nightmare
The blackened night,
And starry sky,
Painted by an aesthetic eye,
The shadow's breeze,
Close my eyes and wait for insight,
Into the magic flight,
Step through the door to the darkness,
Merge with the night with such ease,
Down on knees you'll be begging me please,
To take you away from your pain,
Surprised at your readiness,
Not to care about your awareness,
I am what drives you insane,
I'm what causes your cain
I' m all you've feared come true,
Just what do you think that made you,
Look behind you in the dark,
I'm what' s there to be afraid of.
Substance
I am the storm,
I am the still in and about it,
I am the wind which blows the rain where it is needed,
And the darkness encompassing the world, I am it,
The night being my realm,
It is what I am,
And I am a part of it,
As one with the night,
I struggle with the fight,
For what I know is right,
So now the time has come,
For the prince of peace to walk the night alone,
The drums will shake the castle's walls,
To begin the end,
A severed life to mend,
Then evanesce into the night,
After done with the horrid plight.
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