This thought, fake you say? touché? – Ay no, no ay… That demon cannot win, Let’s not ponder him again. You doubt; ah, why, then yes! It’s real, you do confess? Stubborn mind. Cannot see? All is truth – in beauty. Perhaps, take out your eyes- Veil of darkness. No surprise. Clear now. It must seem, Shake sleep, it’s but a dream. Let those rosy fingers show, That, thought, every man must know....
It is every artist’s dream… To create the world how it is seen… Through that artist’s mind… It is every artist’s aspiration… To somehow display their creation… For the world to find… As the artist recreates his views… With words, or paint, or whatever he may choose… That artist’s thoughts are left behind… They are instilled in his art… To later be admired – or torn apart… The art is to be defined…...
I’ll allow those lips of darkness To whisper cold chills upon my skin Because I’ll do it, never again I’ll allow those fingertips of passion To glide through my sweaty hair Because I’ll forget they were there I’ll allow those tender arms to engrave Red pain upon my tired, aching heart Because I’ll quickly, quietly depart I’ll allow that tongue of poison To corrupt, unhinge, my sound mind Because I’ll no longer be confined...
The goddess Fate, Of dreams and visions made. With puppet lives, Is her poker played. She laughs, she snarls, She grins an’s gone. Her game is done, Not her last card drawn. Fate’s given up, ‘For she’s won. Her lucks not near. Her rein is done. The table’s vacant, The king of jewels: He stares up at the night… Taken the route of fools. Lady Fate, in darkness, lost,...
The man looked at the world from afar, As one must do to see how we really are. He stared in pure amazement at what he had seen, The world was so shallow, the world was so mean. “What can I do?” the hefty man asked while rubbing his brow- “The world is so very cruel as of right now.” The children were sad and dying by their own hand,...
What ahead I look What behind I see What before I hide What again I will What above I doubt What below I dare What around I think What inside I know What really I am What lives I do
It is a very solitary being, It has a solitary life. It has longed stop breathing. It has since met no strife. It has ripped away dreams. It knows exactly its destruction. It has performed flawlessly… Never committed a malfunction. It’s a very cold sort of thing, It has no heart, to say the least, It is a very lonely thing, There is no companion for the beast. Its task is shunned by millions,...
I do not smile at the world, I look it plainly in the eye. I do not accepts its pat remarks, I press it for the “why”. I do not appease the world, I dare it to reach new heights. The world and I do not agree, And against my mind it fights. It hammers at my emotion, It serves up its best lust, I dare not to give in,...
I lead men who, for you, fight Provide assurance that war is right They come to me at times, scared Fearing an end many soldiers have shared They look to me for reason and will After ‘serving’ has lost its thrill Many young, too young; I hate to see. These strong young men cry to me. I recite our goal, extend a hand… Assure them safe return is planned....
In pitch-black rooms were shadows are cast- With futures so black they can’t see their past, Surrounded in nothing, with only self to amuse, Where there’s no other person or substance to abuse, When the gate keeper never appears, And you’re stuck only with forever to look over your years, When the silent voice inside your head, Reveals to you that you are dead… What then I ask: when you cannot die for living?...