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Harmony in contrastIt indeed seemed sad
Like a prayer playing bad,
A change in letter, turned amen to omen
Changed the facts, fates have woven.
Like a tide that turned
And which never returned,
Half of yin turned to yang
Whose anthem is to be sang.
Actually t'was balance restored
Tyranny undone, equality explored.
Now there be two sides to the coin
Hand in hand opposites did join.
Even though the world was split in half
The halves gained meaning,a cry from a laugh.
Harmony in contrast ;
as peace now reigned at last..
Why follow the Masquerade ?The first things we're taught -
None's the same, No we're not.
The next thing we're taught -
Be normal like rest of the Lot.
Why's the world such a hypocrite ?
Must my fate be confined to it's writ.
Isn't my fate, my own to scribe ..
Isn't it my life to describe ?
Why follow this masquerade?
A parading masked charade ;
That walks a beaten path.
An unchosen life that they hath.
With normality we're smitten.
Either Fit in or be Fitten !!
Isn't there space for all ?
After all, is the world so small ?
Why fit in.. when you can stand out ?
If i can't then I demand out..
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
Solving a broken heartAn arrow that hit the heart
Shattered it when pulled apart
Scattered,a jigsaw puzzle in scrambles
Left him,nothing but shambles
Time apart - a daunting task
Too much of both to ask
(but as they say...)
Broken love can only be mended
By the hands those t'was ended
New depths discovered
The void that once did harrow
Filled by the broken arrow
A broken heart bound by a tether
A jigsaw puzzle pieced together..
Lies 'bout truthTo the afterlife.......
Truth in mind ,that's mine
Is that to forgive is divine
Regret is not what tombstone will engrave
So every mistake ,I forgot forever & forgave.
Let truth be the baggage you carry
Let truth be the bride you marry
So there remains no broken promises be mend
So no one asks a hand to lend
In this world people say........
The lies 'bout truth
That a lie,lies above truth
That it's out of line and alignment
They need to be in line for enlightenment
So I say.......
The truth is absolute
It's the solution, not
Second ThoughtsThey all blame the moon
for stealing light
What if it was the sun
who drained the moon
dreaming of stories,
dream something bright,
dream something light.
please don't fall,
if you fall the story will end,
if you fall my heart will break and bend.
of light and of rock,
fixed in the sky of black and of blue,
tell me the story of how you flew.
tell me a story.
Broken Minds and Broken HeartsBroken minds lead to broken hearts,
Just as broken roads lead to nowhere,
If you are lonesome I promise to help,
But say you'd do the same for me and you'd be lying.
Broken minds lead to broken hearts,
And I was broken over and over,
If I even have anything inside me,
It's made of shattered glass.
Broken minds lead to broken hearts,
And I'm broken.
Inside My CageTilt your head back, look at the stars twinkle,
Never look at me, gaze at the nightly angel.
I'll strip away my repulsive façade,
Five, four, three, two....
Close your eyes tight, I'll stab you with my striking vile.
Egocentric, muffled with paranoia;
Despicable, detached from decency.
I'm the void, the space between you and your dreams;
I'll drag you down, witness the vivid blaze of my torture,
I'll hallucinate you, seduce and fabricate.
So get lost, get away, run and never look back,
'Cause I'm a ticking time bomb, I'll cripple you broken;
Go away, let me stay, your charming illusion,
I'll be your masked angel, caged in my ugly desires.
-Inside My Cage
Geek writes poetry.I'm not a poet of the greater sort,
I'd put Skyrim before Shakespeare's sonnets,
I don't study Poe (though I'm told I ought),
I can't see a scene and make art of it,
I am but a humble geek in hovel,
with nutella crumpets and a laptop,
I don't read great plays or classic novels,
won't have the rhythmical acclaim Slash got,
but my love, you know I love to dabble,
like a Satanist friend of mine might do,
I'm floating in a boat without paddle,
I might die or get inspired anew,
so darling please put up with what I write,
I swear eventually I'll get it right.
OutsiderI cursed myself with pitch-black darkness,
I shut the door to my heart, forever,
It was never meant to be opened again,
My wounds were never meant to heal,
And my ice was never meant to thaw.
I was never one for happiness,
Not that I never pursued it,
I just had no talent for anything of the sort,
The moon understood my loneliness,
I wonder if the stars knew my pain.
I was always an outsider,
Never intended to feel warmth,
Yet now I feel like I have an excess,
I was always Jack Frost,
I was always an outsider,
But I guess, now I'm not,
And for that,
How could I help but be so very thankful.
To Those Who Say,To those who say
Is a temporary thing
To express their feelings,
Thank you -
I'll be sure to remember
I must truly be when
On my death bed from
Writing my very last
Love, Sex, HeartacheShe listens to affection,
He whispers his deception,
Her heart will race,
Whilst his eyes trace,
She'll gasp and moan,
While his hands roam,
Dreaming of an emotional connection,
Thinking only of his physical erection,
Tomorrow she'll sing of what they'll be,
Tonight he smiles at what she can't see,
When he's finished with his lie,
He'll leave her there, alone to cry.
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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