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| 7-15-04 I write with passion of disproportion A thought too massive to comprehend It chokes me and I gasp, intake! A new formed mind I will not make. A breath not found in lungs so deep To gasp and try to gasp to breathe I know that life is second best To breath and take the final test. Te final test a joke for sure To subdue emotions of my soul Not letting me release your brain Mine is trapped in the same chain. Trapped, not content, in this cage I'll speak to the walls til they crumble So I can run from my cell Stay behind, for I know you too well. Anti-Establishment 7-14-04 For a time of rabid pace They move slower than disgrace An entity of scornful charm Possessing minds, far-reaching arm Obstruct the thoughts of the masses, Opium for breath, overhead life passes. Free will a commodity wanted by none Before humans live, their flame is done. Grasp the wish, kill the man Of authority don't be a fan Thrive, please, thrive in need For the man exists only if you pleed. The Love of Money.... 7-14-04 Throw me a hurtful cent Bash me in the head Something so sought after Currency makes bleed In more than one way, Our hearts and souls Sold to the silver And gold of desire. Grim Reaper 7-12-04 Long robe sweeps; My body on the ground Strange sickle posed To strike my life Harvest thes soul A welcome release. 7-10-04 Transparent is my being As the sun shines through It is all you are seeing Non false, completely true I am thouroughly bare To be felt In my mass of seamless tear Let me be held. |
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| Barely Rhyme 7-9-04 Good-bye, and I'll say it again This trail gets harder in the end Don't you wave, tease and gloat My heart has sunk, leave no doubt To hold you hand, a worse pain isn't Seized my hurt, growth is stunted Ride your horse, burn in your sunset I'm with you not, shock hasn't the best. Skin 7-9-04 To bulge and break from my skin Would be a gift of the Gods Emerging as transformed creature Leaving the undesired behind Distancing myslef from that horrible shell, The grotesque skin, which is me. But no, I can't depart I'm forced living with skin Tearing it off my soul; Painful, but sweeter than suffer. Desperate Drowning 7-8-04 I want to plunge in water deep So from my eyes the tears won't seep Nor breath from my throat escape Death's tarpe on my body drape. You are the catalyst in my brain Except 'tis your absence that confounds the pain, I've never even seen your face But will crumble if you're not my base. 7-7-04 I write again Because all else has failed Shattered moon shines no light And I revert to words. Precious words that take burden Of my thoughts of death. Even my brain, Intricate and fathomless, Has hidden behind layers of enigma. The words carry the hurts But the words are me; They are my hair, my feet, My broken heart and crying eyes. So still I have the weight Overhanging death A cloud of spiteful despair, 7-7-04 Crazed seed supresses my mind Pouring gives way to calm Leaving worries in trails behind It comes again with impending dawn Temporary contentment wraps in solace Drowning solitary thoughts this action Denies reality, a brash rebellious Let me cry, a lone satisfaction. |
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