Eric Schumacher

The End

The moon will weep and the sun will bleed.
Mountains crash, unite with the seas.
Passion flames, light devoured.
You prayed for strength. Now I pray for power.
Leaders entombed, masses consumed.
And the bleeding sun is eclipsed by the moon.
The war machine will turn,
And the bodies will burn.
Leaving ash as monument to folly.
Sequence and fire, spread desire.
Fueled by the all-mighty dollar.

Time

Time to take me home.
Alleviate, no conscience sated.
Time to walk alone.
Abbreviate, my conscience taken.
Time to pray alone.
Why must you take? Morales confiscated.

Time to gray alone,
To walk you home,
I�m too long gone.

Time to talk alone.
Just go away, your point�s been stated.
Time to sing a song.
Do I really want to be sedated?
Time for last good-byes,
You realized your conscience was taken.

Time takes too long,
Takes way to long,
Takes too damn long.

Time for great good-byes,
To paraphrase, you�re soul�s been taken.
Time to hate your life,
To celebrate the time you�ve wasted.
Time to take a life,
So seize the day, you�ve been forsaken.

Time to gray alone,
To be a drone,
I�m too long gone.

Midnight Sunshine

I lie upon the grass and stare into a clear blue sky.
I wonder why�
I loaded up on guns and I bought new friends.
It was fun to lose and to pretend.
The sword is no match for the written word.
Got so high you were flying with birds.
Sitting on my cloud, I like down.
I see myself lying on the ground.
Can�t think aloud, I fear what�ll come out.
I see the beauty of the fury of sound.
Now I�ll never come down�
Never come out�
Never come down�
Never fade out�

Clear as crystal, as bright as midnight sunshine.
Black and blinding, beautiful midnight sunshine.
Pure and purposeful, yeah, midnight sunshine.
Clear as crystal, as black as midnight sunshine.

A Writer�s block

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An Opaque Window

I can�t see out, can you see in?
I�m trapped here forever in sin.
Stuck here forever inside of my skin.
Is there escape, I don�t know.
Am I waste? Infinitely so.
But I can� t see out, you can�t see in,
If you need me, I�ll be here forever.
Inside of my skin, gazing out my opaque window.

The Shadow.

I see it now.
A shadow,
Cast by the past,
Obstructs the light of the sun.
Breathing death, exalts Itself.
Cannot be seen,
Cannot be touched,
Only felt.
Delivering Hell to Earth.
Killing one by one,
Until there is no one,
Left to weep.
Only left, to die and sleep, with death, no breath,
Evermore.

I am well aware of the fact that my poems make little and/or no sense. For those of you who don�t like my poems, I�d like to see you do better. If you can do better, I hate you.---Eric Schumacher

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