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Posts archive for: May, 2008
  • my war (26/5/08)

    My cryptic cries ignored,
    For none can open their minds,
    I walk alone in an empty dream
    Where death is life's ambition.

    Angels sing and demons cackle
    As their kingdoms clash on earth.
    And the sole survivor beats
    A tragic, lonesome drum.

    On my scarlet planet,
    The red seas part
    To let the blackened hooves pass,
    And the crimson sands ripple

    As the bloody wings displace them.
    The tree of life reaches in vain for some heaven,
    Hopelessly sprouting from my own poisoned brain.
    This soulless, immortal creature

    Will forever be doomed
    To a life alone,
    Frozen in eternal death.

    You were never meant to be,
    And for tampering
    With the course of the planet,
    You must pay.

    All those around you will pay,
    And their deaths will lie
    On your painted skull
    Until the end of eternity.

    You are at the mercy
    Of chaos.

  • A Poet's Tragedy (26/5/08)

    These nonsense words
    Express our emotions.
    The words we so despise
    Are the only friends we have.
    And should the day come
    When the words just disappear,
    We will finally have something
    To write about.

    Now, you feed on our pain and tragedy,
    As we leave a lasting impression
    On a world that cannot care,
    Will not care,
    Does not know
    Who we are, were,
    Will be.

    We live our lives on the deadened
    Nourishment of language,
    Being sucked lifeless, emotionless
    By those that choose not to see.
    And if language finally gives up,
    We perish.

    A poet’s one true tragedy
    Is himself.

  • Mad (12/4/08)

    they're all just going to
    tell you that i'm mad.
    i guess i am then
    just like they're all mad
    to me.
    don't blame you.
    i'm nothing like the rest of the world.
    and you people see that as a bad thing.
    you all just want
    to be the same.
    fools.
    if all ten fingers were thumbs,
    would you be able to play the guitar?
    if you had two left feet,
    could you even walk properly?
    they, the same people,
    say scientists are mad.
    yeah, telephones, electricity, penicillin...
    all crazy ideas!
    fuck you. (say it five times)

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