Through an Angel's EyeSome see the world through rose-colored glasses,some see it only as bad.Some see man split into one of three classes,some see it only as sad.They say that the eye to the soul is a window,some find such introspect lame.Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,some seek out fortune and fame.To see the world softly through colors sublime,requires a heart that is pure.Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,the eye must be steady and sure.Through the eyes of angels she captures our world,the wonder of God in her lens.By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,earning her many a friend.
To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleepbecause that’s all I’m good for; out of work, out of time againand my brother won’t spare a dime.Blanket sweat reminds me of this Hoover state: waking up to sleepin depressions of this planet;the moon weeps for me in daytime.I yank my pockets out, like it'smy country's flag; punch-line of the Hoover state: waking up to sleepin my sagging skin on decline.I've no penny to my name,jumping out the window (one last time) makes me worth more in this Hoover state: waking up to sleep.
Broken Hearts Can Still Keep BeatingHis hands are not like yours.Grievinglike lace across glass; a[a] black galaxymade a memory of me. He told me he feltcast into chaos.Arms flailing,he murmured"A distant red dwarf--wove storiesof liars."A subtle kiss of stardustfelt like a promiseholding the world stillbut even thatsuddenly seemed made up.I'm sorry,I still don't know you.
RedRed is the blood of life flowing through veins;Red is the petals of a lover’s rose.Red is the stripes looping ‘round candy canes;Red is the polish painted on my toes.Red is the crab apple eaten by deer;Red is the velvet of Christmas stockings.Red is the lantern welcoming new year;Red is the plumage of cardinal wings.Red is the blossoms waving from the tree;Red is the brick wall protecting my home.Red is the sunrise saluting the sea;Red is the faded ink on the worn tome.Red is the color of life, love, and war,And yet red symbolizes so much more.
Stand StrongI stand in awe at the strong winds blowingHurricanes rising and tornadoes growingHousing blown away and long hair flowingKilling the crops of this year's sowing.Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disasterStout in the winds that blow ever fasterStay strong for your children, strong for your wives,To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.
ContrariwiseSilly little Alice,Forget all you thought you knew, For deep inside your head,Everything is all askew.If they tell you that one plus one,Equals twelve and half, my dear,Don't worry yourself about it,For two is so last year.Don't even try to be different,Or it'll be "Off with her head!",And you'll find it's better to live a lie,Than it is to end up dead.So heed this socially accepted advice,Ditch any scraps of your insanity,To cavort with the Hare in March,Join the Hatter for a cup of tea.Fritter your days away,Dancing under a Cheshire moon,Don't mind the surrounding chaos,Ignore impending doom.But even as you join in
A Poem for LokiRhyming is hardJust so you knowBut for a friendI'm giving it a goHis name is LokiFrom Scotland, of courseToday is his birthdayI heard from a sourcePlays Pokemon for funand Nuzlockes them tooThough one in particularMight need a redoHis adventure in HoennWas not quite grandMany comrades diedOf course, not plannedBut in the end he wonWith a badass teamIncluding a MightyenaWho reigned supremeNot forgetting Mad6Who replaced 5 before himHis chances of survivalWere really quite slimAnd then there was BoomWho exploded with gleeAgainst a troll MiloticWe won't forget theeTittypank is nextIn the list of honoursThough
Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was tenI found what lingered in my head disturbingAnd it wasn’t until I grabbed a penAnd saw what truly lingered when I began writing.There were continuous voices within my headI was not one to favor them deadAlthough, they had violet images attachedThe way I wrote them matched.Since then, the voices have changedOctaves have risen and loweredTheir words have exchangedAnd eventually became uncensored.These continuous voices have brought warOnes with an uprising roarAnd at moments I want to kill the soundFor they are so profound.Yet, they continue to crescendoAnd welcome me to a hidden storyAnd so
Aur si plumbUn gând de aur, dar se simtemai greu ca un pumnal de plumbce intră-n coaste, se învârte,și caută să iasă prin minte...Stilou de aur, scrie versuri,dar lasă urme ca de plumb,pe foi mânjite de cerneală,și de cafea, și alte resturi... Un glonţ de aur, dar se simtemai tandru ca o zi de plumb,îl pun aici, închid capacul,și ca un gând, îl scot prin minte.
SandmanSleepwalking in tainted dreamsFalling through its open seamsCaving into unsure groundsIn a dream where fear aboundsTightrope nerves are torn right throughAll the facts become untrueScreams are muted and lost midwayStill terror exists to my dismayFaces change the closer I peerThe way I feel becomes unclearAnd in the end I know it's fakeThe pivotal moment when I awakeBut still disturbed and afraid to dreamI wonder if they are at all what they seemSo I close my eyes and there you areStaring at me looking bizarreYou told me you were there for meTo fight off the frauds valiantlyTrusting you I did what you saidI unmasked the
What may be a dream?Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?The silent longings of the heart set freeTo lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.A dream is as a morning mist of spring;Refreshing, light, and gently promisingTo all who sleep and wake in time to catchThe welcome peace and glory they behold.But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bringWhen dreams escape the loving hold of thought!The plaintive heart starts longing once againTo sink into the realms of possibility.
An AfflictionA bitter, purging wave of syllablesUnspoken chunks of memories and thoughtsImperfect, raw and utterly sincereThe phonemes splatter hard against your heartThe sudden, wracking, cathartic releaseOf vowels, consonants, and emotionsCompletely empties your reserves of verse;Vocabulary drips from nostrils flaredA fragment of dreams clings onto your tongueBefore it's spat on the reflective pitThat dreadful grip begins anew and forcesA dry-heave of clichés and tired wordsAnd though it tears the lining of your soulThis sickness shall continue; never cloyed
Faerie InspirerThere once was a faerie so stunning and fairWith smooth caramel skin, and long, dark, locked hairShe was clever in mind with a deep-rooted soulA carnal shaped figured; true beauty in wholeShe danced in the wind, with her wings at her sideEnchanting onlookers who fell mesmerizedAs she flew through the sky, to her home on the moonHer departure caused many admirers to swoonThey composed complex tunes, and wrote tales of her splendorAnd drew detailed depictions, desperate to rememberThe faerie’s return saw loud cheers and great artEach piece revealing a piece of their heartsThey begged her to dance for their eyes once agai
An Aching NeedAn Aching NeedThis Kingdom of magic and wonder suits me very well, for I am without want.I rule absolutely over my ugly subjects, like a puppet-master maneuvering strings.The sting of want may not exist, but I have an aching desire for the one I hunt.They are fairly simple , yet very beautiful to me; I NEED them above all other things.My wiles and trials to win them over have led to a devious act, for which I regret not.Whisked away through my mystical Labyrinth, her beloved brother sits upon my capable lap.Though through her luck, and some help, she has made it to me, and ruin she has wrought.And even though I thought myself
A man such as meHow do you think it would be,to be like a man such as me?Copper mane unkempt, unruly, distort,from showers too long and sleep too short.Eyes darting erratically, vibrant and blue,sunken in purple pits, looking blackened and bruised.A nose, big and red, once hit with a bat,a maw full of teeth, yellowed, crooked and that.A beard full and lush, fit for a king,(one I should trim one evening...)Betwixt my shoulders lies a beating heartone which stirs for music, words and art,one which constantly yearns for intimate love,but is under command by the grey matter above.A pair of lungs, tightly restricted by my bulk,only shallow breath
The DarknessWalking in the nightI hear a sound I rarely hearAs I turn to see it disappearsWhat is the thing that stalking meWhat is it that hunts meIs my fears, my dismay, or is it something moreWhatever it is I am not scareBecause I know who I am and what I will beLet this darkness come, I am ready.
Truely LovedWhen a man truely loves a womenHe'll lover her through and throughEven is she hates himHis love will keep on growingIf she wishes him deadHe'll love her to the endEven if she loves anotherHis heart is always her'sEvan if she leaves foreverHe'll wait for her to the end
Suicide for Some Death for AllThee pain of lost, thee pain of love, and every pain in betweenThese are the pains to make a person to lose their faithThese are the pains that give demons their strengthAs they drive you to go insaneTo make to blade of dismay hit it's markDeep with in your heartWith the suffing you endure and the demons in your soulBrings up a questionTo do it yourself Or let time of this world do it for Or does it matterBecause some day and some howIt will end
A Norseman HeartTo sail the seas under the northen star for honor in far off battle fields. To fight for your family, your gods. To get your place in the Halls of Valhalla. This is a heart of a Warrior , a heart of a Norseman, a heart of a true Viking.