Brief Ticket

They do,

  • Turn the message around
  • Turn my letter away
  • Find it among the pine trees
  • Look through its mysteries

They see,

  • My heart on their shelf
  • My lies in their ears
  • Fragments of angry bitterness
  • Hope for coming progress

They hear,

  • The voices in the wind
  • The colours in the breeze
  • Children weeping in the dark
  • Presidents sharpening their remarks

My love,

  • Is lazy with little to do
  • Is found when it’s too late
  • Ties and seals all it touches
  • Breaks thoughts into wishes

My sight,

  • Can discern their tall-tales
  • Can find the wayward words
  • Is always fighting the oblivious
  • Makes my speech always nervous

My need,

  • To eventually find out what’s true
  • To tear down their misdirections
  • To accomplish this one deadly feat
  • To makes life come before defeat

I know,

  • Why they come in the dark
  • Why I’ll see this till the end
  • They’ll want to keep love forbidden
  • I’ll find out where the truth is hidden

I feel,

  • I should go back to our home
  • I won’t be safe while I’m there
  • The sound of blazing fire within
  • The spirit of freedom which will win

I try,

  • To testify and kill the lie
  • To keep one step ahead
  • But they find me time and again
  • But I vow to end blindness’ reign

She takes,

  • Away the moonlight from the sky
  • Away the sunlight from the day
  • Hope away and the people grieve
  • My words to heart and believes

She tries,

  • To call those that were there
  • To gather them all together
  • To go back where justice is even
  • To find something else to believe in

She dies,

  • Of the poison from their lungs
  • Of the truth because it hurts
  • Taking the gruesome pain away
  • But I’ll met with her again one day

 

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It

It’s not still it’s wrought
It’s not frill it’s sought
It’s not skill it’s taught
It’s not real it’s bought

It’s not thrill it’s fought
It’s not kill it is caught
It’s not nil it is brought
It’s not will it is thought

 

Moving On

Newborn eyes
Fragile soul
Shapeless ghosts
Enchanting smile
Safety lost
Endless mile

Wet savannah
Fighting spirit
Charcoal clouds
Temple mountains
Desert shroud
Youthful fountain

Double rainbows
Water’s depth
Endless ocean
Coloured Sky
Romantic notion
Summer’s eye

Celluloid beauty
Mighty words
Golden books
Charming grace
Naughty looks
Ecstasy face

Dawn’s hello
Dusk’s goodbye
Morning mist
Lover’s gaze
Farewell Kiss
Sudden haze

Lies ordinary
Truth opinion
Stolen freedom
Loud remember
Fair Kingdom
Noble endeavor

Falling rain
Slow unrest
Final flight
End of days
Fading light
Hades’ blaze

 

Monster

There’s a monster inside me
It’s constantly trying to get out
It beats at the walls of my reality
Struggling to break through fantasy
But I manage to keep it inside.

All day and all night however
I wonder what would happen
If I should ever let the monster out
To meet and greet the living
This excites me more than anything.

The curiosity becomes overwhelming
And I reach deep into my psyche
In order to set the monster free
I finally break the chains of sanity
And let it loose upon the world

The monster looks just like me
But its face is twisted with emotion
An emotion I can hardly recognize
Having not seen it for a while
It is the look of absolute terror.

The monster is afraid, afraid of me.
Why? Why does the monster fear me?
I had never considered it before
But then it suddenly dawns on me
That I am the monster and I’m finally free.

 

Sentence

Transitional worries crop up without proper invitation with our preparation determined by the fallow intelligence of course sown by starved teachers who before the inevitable truth dawned held broad theories of long held ideologies falling from lies which were hammered through their and our craniums by institutionalized mechanisms designed to forever enslave the minds of the willing populous into a congregation of dead-eyed sheep-like bi-pods struggling to make sense of the world they found wanting once they stumbled out of their mother’s crevices already struggling to catch-up and adore the simple reality required of all conscious beings that tells us – once one is born, they are on their own.

 

Goodnight

Black-cloaked shadow at my window
sparkling red eyes burning.
Beautiful dark figure standing there
staring at the heart beneath
tasting the air with its skin.
Red lips recite ancient words
telling stories only heard in hell.
Of a forbidden vulgar hunger
that leads to a strange hell.
Ever since she’s been here
she’s been roaming the skies
searching for unwilling volunteers
singing to them the cold song.
Now after many years
she finds me here at last
alone with my regrets in splendor.
Destiny kisses me goodbye
and the cruel crooked rose
digs its thorns into my neck.
Calmly spilling my blood.
soft claws tearing my skin
ghost breath inhaling my soul
now I’m going back home.