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RewindWhat is that nonsense?
Do you indulge in dreadful, dark feelings to know you are alive? Enjoy drifting and feeling meaningless and meagre? How easy it is to be small and helpless, hopeless, weak and timid and out of control. Reliance, dependence and desperation are delicious to you. It is out of your hands for the most part. If you cover your eyes it will go away and we can stop all this worry and nonsense.
One. Press the button. Two. Press another button. Three. Instructions end here. Stand on the edge and go no further. There is nothing beyond worth seeing.
PauseSearching for that tactile feeling in a world of distant separated conversation. Can’t find the words, the touch; the vibrations are not how I imagined them.
Lackadaisical, listless, lazy, meandering, less astray and lacking aspiration than to loop.
Ha ha ha. Losing. Life.
Misunderstood and without understanding of the consequences of inaction and inadequacy.
Fragile, frail, fractures are not a fear but an eventual certainty. What can you do about that?
That Rave feelingIn the dark.
In the cold still of the night:
The endless machinations
with seemingly no end in sight.
In the early morning hours when frost begins to bite...
There is a sound.
An ethereal, ephemeral sound,
Born in moments of pure energy and ecstasy,
Trained In the underground arts
and powered by sheer delight.
It is melodic
It will come within the moment
It will speak as if touching God
and understand your plight...
They call it music
(They call it hard trance)
I call it my love
(and it beckons me to dance)!
The musicThe music is you
The music is me
Don't think, don't predict
Let it flow through your veins
In rushes and cascades:
Pure vibrational energy -
A synergy of fury and passion.
Catch the beat
The music is who we are
And what we live for
Now drop the beat!
CornucopiaThere is nothing dark out here,
seemingly no place for it to hide
in this cornucopia of rolling hills and sunken valleys.
It was not the actions of a friend,
merely a reaction to this harsh and revealing landscape:
momentary longing for a hiding place -
something less than a total truth,
but more than a shaky lie based on a warped philosophy;
where were we really going?
What would we find when we got there?
The only certainty was
that all this nothingness gave one too much time to think.
Why not keep going? We'd just end up where we started anyway.
Time warpGaunt amorphous figures. Sway side to side up and down,
Their joints creaking and scraping in eerie unison
Bone against bone as skin stretches tight
beneath a barely extant second skin:
The sounds of the 80s
A rocky horror timewarp without the pleasantries of ghosts or transsexuals.
Asexual, metrosexual, androgynous.
Look the same, want the same, dance the same:
wheres your originality ?
It's time to go underground where the party's at.
AbominationA burning pillar strikes the moon,
the sun rays kill the cold.
The failure seldom leaves the room,
He is not as mature as he is old.
He is a burning pillar of rage;
a useless un-fecund sight.
Wisdom cannot not match his age
nor his failings be seen as slight.
He is the king of a falling world;
apathy his first knight.
For his sins, from Aegaleus, he is hurled
into unforgiving night!
Lie to youFailed synchronicity
I am below and she above.
False words are an atrocity
destroying worthless love.
I awake as she sleeps
mind awry with dismay.
He gives and she keeps
and burns our love away.
Veiled secrets thrive;
I sleep in my world of lies,
Truths cannot be alive
In a rage our love will die!
UnendingA lucent flower breaks the day -
wet with morning misery's tears.
All its brilliance on display
as a goddess to be revered.
It basks in the sun's hot fire,
swims in the warm sunshower,
struggles in the oppressive mire,
waiting dolefully for the evening hour.
The same flower slowly folds away
In the unsettled glory of dusk.
It will dress in the winter months
as an arctic seed of decay.
Kristoff's Second Love poem to AnnaMy darling love shines like the bright sun when the morning sky is gray.
She is dutiful and still fun
she keeps me from dismay.
Her inner beauty may be hidden
yet her duty does suffice.
For her other men's gaze is forbidden
her beauty be more fair than ice.
In certain cases she's so hasty now
but in others she takes great care
Her faith and patience trust in God some how
she waits one day for her children soon to bare.
Can I describe this wondrous girl, or compare her to a dove?
Nay, I can not say much further but Anna has my love.
The Bluebird (Poem)I want so desperately to love you
but I fear I never will.
I am just a little bluebird
outside your window on the sill.
Always I am loving you,
peering through the glass so thin,
so close and yet so far away
for you will never let me in.
Outside I sing a song of passion
the music makes you smile, Dear,
but the words, they never reach you
and chirping sounds are all you hear.
The world is full of little bluebirds
singing to each other, too,
but I can’t sing for other bluebirds.
I can only sing for you.
B x V POEM: Vegeta's PainYour touch I always
Thought I'd have
When you left
I didn't care
I just sat
In my chair
Then it hit
You're really gone
Think I loved you
On the bed
Your empty place
Makes me miss
Your happy face
So much running
Through my head
I should have said
Try to atone
You just ignore
It is me
I can't eat
And I can't train
All the pain
Thought I'd try
Still feel like
I wanna die
Drink in hand
Does it help?
It does not
What to do
Kind of wish
I just had you
Maybe if I'd cared
When I had the chance
I'd still have
In All HonestyWhose blinded eyes transfix, upon a heart
with which its love knows no limit nor pain?
The reckless, eager youth whose hope imparts
upon his lofty dreams he may attain.
In those little pursuits to find his love,
his prayers seemed to be answered, for he
had found a person fall from up above
of pure heart with love so boundless and free.
Yet such miracles cannot last for long,
for when he followed love with blinded eyes
he never saw when everything went wrong.
For love he dreamed of gave nothing but lies.
Though blind my eyes, the words spoken are true.
This poem never will I write for you.
One day the soft wings of innocence are trampled by lust,
Broken, blemished and bleeding, discarded in dust.
But the promise of true love, comes wafting on the breeze,
Sacred, pure and profound, he gives the heart its ease.
Wandering SorrowDeep within the woods,
there is a lady fair and cold.
For ages she has sung,
dancing through the years of old.
Long days are now past
that she has wished to find her home.
Yet her heart is wounded deep,
and her feet shall ever roam.
I Love YouI will never be one for words but
Leaving is not an
Option for I will try, even in
Vain, to show you that you mean
Everything to me
You are simply the love
Of my life and I will always treasure our
Good MorningGood morning to you, my love
The shadows of night
Have come, and gone.
But I felt not one
Creep to my bed.
When upon your chest
I layed my head.
FantasyI cannot stop living
In my pure fantasy,
Locked in my selfish mind
Just so you cannot see.
I live in my own world,
As my world is painless.
There is no sad disgust,
Or envy's deathly kiss.
In your world, I suffer.
I crawl and burn and cry.
I'm alone in your world,
And alone, I shall die.
You ask why I don't quit:
"I don't know," I admit.
An eternityIt is the ugly stain on the wall
the scar which breaks her cheek
the murdered childrens call
evils tyranny of the weak.
It is the light burning the eyes,
the moons sad soft face,
the truth of a piteous demise,
bleeding arms restrained by lace.
It is a single strand of hair
floating gaily in the breeze
It is lusts infernal stare;
Love is a lovers disease.
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