Pagans Are People Too!
Eyes closed, mind the same.
Age old opinions, age old name.
You look at me and see evil and sin,
I look at you and see the person within.
Walk outside late at night and see nothing but dark.
Step inside my mind and see another part.
See the stars in all their glory and bliss,
Hear the night animals... Feel all of this.
You tell me what you think and what you feel.
Walk a day in my shoes, and see what is real.
Do you ever wonder if maybe it is you who is wrong?
Have you ever contemplated that maybe I was right all along?
Feel the warmth of the night, feel the breeze.
See the stars and hear the tress.
Lay on the grass as it massages your back,
Now will you take your insults back?
You are people, as are we.
Show compassion, let us be free.
Walk a day in my soul,
You might feel renewed... You might feel whole.
Feel the Earth as it nurtures us,
Now will you stop with this fuss?
You breathe the same air as I,
And drink the same water, till it runs dry.
How can all the things I believe be the same that you need,
And all of it be such an evil deed?
..You looked upon me good... until you knew...
I just want to prove to you, Pagans are people too!
Life is Just a Game
A spirited new beginning,
In an echo filled with lies.
Sensations running madly
and drowning out our cries.
We stand here as people
shining brightly red.
These whirly-winds of cut flesh
Remind us that we're dead.
The sky is ashen grey.
We lay like angels, fallin.
A razor as out master,
Commands us into dawn.
A life-like approach to agony...
An end to all the shame...
...But intellect will tell us
That life is just a game...
Mid-Summer
I could get everything
if I wanted to immortalise myself.
But my heads so full of crap,
that it doesn't matter...
I could burn everything,
and stick my head in an acid bath.
...But I don't think death would be noticed...
So I cease to care.
There is purity in blood-letting...
Innocence in my own desecration.
... Not concerned with sympathy,
my body shows uncertaintly.
I bear the scars of a craving...
For these fucked-up inward tendencies
to die without Insanity...
Little Faces
I talked to them through glass,
knowing they could not hear.
Pretending they were listening
to my words of pain and fear.
I played they were my foes,
and I played they were my lovers...
But never once did I imagine
to be close to all these others.
One day there came a knocking
and all I did was cry.
So the door they pressed open
and backed up at the site...
Ripped and tattered curtains
and a painting made of blood.
A tiny roll of kernaled corn
and a girl left so unloved.
The bent to grasp my hand
and I screamed with all my might,
until one of them assured me
that it would be alright.
I looked up innocently,
as the tears became a grey.
I told them they I loved them,
and their faces look dismayed.
I tried to hold their bodies,
hoping they would hug me back.
But they only knocked me down,
acting like they were attacked.
They left again, as I suspected...
As terrified as could be.
But I guess thats what you get
when contact is with me.
Echoes
Into the silver realm of dreams
behold the stygian black nightmare
erotic this yearning
undulating gaze
whispered breathless
pry your eyes from under the rose
lip stick petals crushed
moonlight pales the resonance of you
... your innocence fades
in shadows deep screams
suffer the lonely days
final shine for winter eyes
in deep blue dreams of May
painted kissies coil in waiting
emptiness bristles beneath my skin
colder still are the feelings fast fading
warmed where illusions began
a taste of me lonely
swallowed in midnight bliss
the words you whisper
paint for me pictures of your kiss
Resonance of Rain
Veiled curtains flow
wrapped in spiral winds of confusion
this darkened breeze will know
how storm clouds breed illusion
...this empty room so torn by the storms of yesterday
tempest dreams to blows
teacups filled with dripping memories
whirlwinds moving slow
stir the walls with jaded tapestries
and roll the river wild when the treetops start to sway
a winter gardne grows
lush with flowers of uncertainty
moonlight tangled in the throes
with the winding vines of jealousy
and tend the bitter nectar deep inside
falling petals filled with wounds
hide their fragrance from eternity
for beauty never blooms
in the rain of insecurity
and the rainbow never shines in darkened skies
Glass Angels
The mind of an angel of glass
carved with such elegant features
complex woven details run through and through
You are your own creation
every thought spawns another
...Obscure and foreign ideas seeming genius
Tonight the dead awake disturbed
crying angels transparent like tears
Delusions of a one way path
with shrubs and trees entirely cleared
so wide and yet so short
...A path few have dared to travel
Quick, cheap and easy remedy
and fame for such a heavy payload
Provoking thoughts of such utter retribution
A stranger of society, but not stranger of society
ideas that are outcast of outcast
...Faliure in life, poet at heart
A lonely tear drops to the floor
the exchange of stray thoughts
Sudden burst of lightning and thunder
followed by the cries of a thousand angels
as their souls shatter to shards
...And becomes the rain of what was an angel of glass
Stranger
Deep within my hungry soul raged a tormented beast
Who yearned for freedom, wings to fly, it's moaning never ceased
In darkest hours of sullen nights as shrouded as the dead,
Tears sprang up from my fragile wounds and drowned me in my bed
I cried out in vain.
It had won again.
A fingertip 'pon dampened cheek roused me one night from dream
Although I feared another in my world, I did not scream,
But rather gazed into these eyes that drew me to a sea
Embellished with angelic songs,
With wings spread, I was free.
It made no sound.
All sorrows had drowned.
Some kind of angel was this man who freed me from torment
My wings alighted 'pon a blissful breeze his Love had sent
No dread, no night could haunt me now; I'd banished Loneliness
All thoughts of fear, sad memories, now paled beside his kiss.
Entwined within my lover's arms, I no longer fear the night
He's given me the wind; he's opened up the cage, I've taken flight
From high above majestic oaks, the world is a lonely place
But all the hope I'll ever need rest in my lover's face.
This stranger crossed my path one day...