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Breaking The Illusions
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Breaking The Illusions |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
I used to wear the cloth of my religion used to wish I was a 'profit' in earth's prison Newly arisen. I see something wrong when a solider fights for God yet slaughters children I'm hell bound, serpent on the crown! On a burial mound I scream so loud you can see sound It seems my rainbow...is made of shades... My blood runs cold. A cold sweat forms as I watch Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Metal to rust, love to lust. a sacrifice so intolerable the vastness was lost. It's a shame to think people say me and Satan equal the same. There is a time for everything but most of the time life is cruel My heart rate escalates I don’t only love poetry I live it. A King among Kings that feasts with the wolves. I write the war zone. I write to the readers that lives this verbal crossfire. I sit here listening to Beethoven’s Fur Elise as my soul releases the toxic. This classical and sonic piece of poetry can’t calm me. A symphony lost in the imagination I wish Mozart could forge me a romantic heart. Yet I still feel rage like a cage-fighter I still crawl out of bed like I always do. Feeling the need to just get away, I wonder life, aboard blazing saddles, disturbing the Whale's song. I feel the fire from 'Krakatoa'. I electrify with hands held high, thoughts that control me, handcrafted by a master! I'm a disaster like the baron landscape of a moon's crater. Consider this the Holocaust. Consider me an apostle paying one hell-of-a-cost to read a daily gospel, David vs. Goliath, a lyrical monolith But that’s just me and just what I want to do. In respect to my blood being cobalt blue I never touched fruit from a tree So why has god forsaken me? Why can’t I just live peaceful for eternity? this deadly design is my demon. I never learned Latin But it seems I only need English to summon the beast. I can’t cease the delivery of a Reaper, with a calm demeanor and simplistic features. my brain has so many thoughts it suffers from obesity. I could give you my two cents till the end of the next century Could spend a penny a day for eternity with thoughts...legendary. - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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IndigoStorm New Member
since 2009-04-28
Posts 1South Africa |
Hi ... I just got in and this is my first post ... This is so brilliant ... dark, yet amidst the darkness a line of light like this one: "I see something wrong when a solider fights for God yet slaughters children ..." Wonderful, well written, well constructed prose ... "I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my religion - Lo |
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Rocheal Junior Member
since 2009-03-15
Posts 25 |
All I can say is wow. Wow. Wow. I love SO many lines of that poem. My faves are when you said that sound can be seen because you scream so loud. And that your brain is so full of thoughts that it suffers from obesity. Genius. You have an amazing talent-- I can't wait to read something else of yours. Wow! |
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