

Straight JacketOur idiocy defines us. Metaphors cloud our light. Beautiful angels watch, The blunders of mankind unravel. War is necessity, otherwise why its existence? The daffidols look incredible. I realise the snow still falls. Unto your books and theories. The thin flakes of lies, coat your very essence. That voice, so soft, so limber and strong. Silent reprisal Mine. Empty. No more tears. Nothing more to fight for.Straight Jacket


CagedRadiating snow blinds the eye, A thick smog blankets the sphere, A consolation for those who die, Perhaps one day, it will be clear. Twinkling water hides the sound, of mankind eating its own flesh On the chair we have crowned, a creature made of mesh. Barbed wire protects its soul, Its hands, withered not with age, but from grasphing its eternal cage. Night and day it bellows its call. At which human kind but scowls, thrusting the spear into his side.Caged
Flowers bloom where tears once fell, but nothing will release the monsters spell.


Two Shining StarsTwo shining stars Up in the sky A little left of Mars. See how the satellites ponder and fly, To unsolved mysteries, And weave up theories, Of these two ancient histories.Two Shining Stars
Two burning bodies, fiery bright, No matter what hour, No matter what night. Nothing can make them sour. The lovers sit under this portrait of stars And emancipate creatures needing cots, Telling stories and planting forget-me-nots.
Under these two Watchers, Humanity crawls Everything is counted and allocated notches. Sun and moon, rise and falls These t


AbyssSomewhere in the dark abyss Is a place I never want to miss. Deep through the mist and veil Through blistering rain and heavy hail. There lies a cave, Hidden from the world. Black walls glitter sin But the centre is pure white within. Reach the circle. Climb inside. Light and mirrors catch your eye, Reflecting beauty, light and might. The edges are sharp Don’t cut your hand How can this be made of sand? Sit and stare The hours away Let the sunlight play And in time you may, Realize the beauty within the ugly.Abyss
we'll you're a poet? so i must read what you've written.
aloha.
i hope you have lotsa fun here
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Dear God... Protect me from your followers...
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