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So tell me Dear, I want to know
Your love it seems like it is cooling
When round I come to visit you
Your doors and windows tightly shuttered

I bang and yell, I call you so loudly
But he only thing that comes from your house
‘Go away, Angela she don’t live here’
This voice, it sounds so much like you do

But tell me Dear, could I be sadly mistaken
I thought I saw you just go in this door
It was only a couple of minutes previous
You rushed right in and the door banged so loudly

So tell me Dear, I really need to know
Is our love like the tide receding?
For six months now I’ve followed you
To work, shopping and even to the doctors

Every time you catch a glimpse of me
Like the Flash, you seem to be disappearing
I’ve had the police come hassle me
The bastards call me a stalker

They don’t know, they don’t understand
This special love, this exciting bond
So pure, the ground you walk on I worship
There is no way you would call it stalking

Tell me right now Dear, I must have your answer
Your love will you to me surrender
For if your love has faded away
Then no other man shall have you

My lover
you know
my secret sorrows
the rest of the world
knows not...

You see
my wounds
that never show
on my body
that run deep

and hurt more
than any that bleed...

All is wish for
is for you to want me
and for this pain
to be purposeful...

When you are away
for days at a time
I do not wish
to see anymore...

I close the curtains
lie in bed
while nothingness
washes over me...

Without love
and romance
life has no gleam
of sunshine...

When you are gone
I am gone
so far gone
drowning

in quicksand...

The Horse's Heart beat pounding between my thighs, I sit upon him as he knows we are about to charge into another Battle. I sit there till mine and his heart is as one rhythm. I look to the South and see the encroachments of demons old slow and treacherous. I look to the West and see Thought-Forms high on the cliffs of reason as Egregores load and pull their Arrows of Hatred. I look to the East and see Broken women and men Chasing Superstitions, each with varyious weapon types in their hands. I look to the North and I see the coming of the Great purple Dragon whom will Spew Fiery Ice upon the once animated corposes of those - whom shall fall to their deaths upon the ground. I raise my Carefully etched spear of 99 Generations pointing high into the sky! I reach down patting my Horse along his thick dark black Mane, as I tell him: "Malkuth, you hath served me well my dear brother and friend. Let us Ride Once more into This Gauntlet of Passing, that we may Savor saving the Eternal Flames of Truth, Honor, Integrity, Courage, and Love! And if I should Fall from you my dear friend and brother, Ride on that our colors and Feathers be known by the onlookers of the dying as I fight for the right reasons to live. Today, is a good day to Die!"

"One by one dear father I shall reign thine wrath upon them and by thine own steed I shall forcefully alight within them the burning embers of your fury. I will storm every mental stronghold they hath risen and knock it down to the astral ruins of decaying ash and broken stone. I shall not allow one left, of any age, holding any emotional blade against you. Rest here now and get better,father. For I goeth not by the strength of your name alone. It is your Lineage that you, by-and-through me and through every weapon sharp-and-blunt forged by every mind, that I defend with mine every thought word deed and action. As the leading architect of this plight Your courage and will doth burn brightly within me and I shall wield a thousand blows with every strike that plunders its way into their animated corpses of corrupt mortality, as I speak unto them their disgressions whilst they fall by the linguistic swords they are not worthy of wielding. From their throats and chests I shall have every one of their voices: the perversions of their languages to be heard no more. And if my thoughts words deeds and action doth not bring upon us a faster return of Christ then at the very least the song of his name shall be heard upon the whispers of the dying as they, -at the last moment- repent for their wrongdoings as the Holy spirit receeds from their broken corpses of sin disease and death. Their corrupted soul shall be gone into the winds as the Prince of the airs taketh them into the ever burning frozen depths of perdition. Their souls dear father shall be buried within the coffins of mine own memory and therein they shall not escape. For upon them I shall place each Seal according to their merit. And if it pleaseth thee dear father I shall set their seals aflame that all shall know they are marked as the traitors of righteousness, thieves of passion, destroyers of things lovely, and eternal entrepreneurs of the iniquities of man."

I know somewhere there is peace,
I'm waiting for the day,
Along life's path I keep searching,
Hoping to find the way,

It's lonely here alone inside,
My windows allowing in no sun,
Crying as I endure someone else's pain,
The torrent of memories just begun,

THE CRUSHING OF BONE,
THE SHREDDING OF SKIN,
HER HEAD TWISTED COMPLETELY BACKWARDS,
HIS HORRIFYINGLY DEVILISH GRIN!

Scorching steps through my minds' parched scenes,
Sidelong glances at forgotten dreams,
No water here, no food, no one to care,
Forever locked,
Into my,
Alone Inside,
Stare.

Knowing not whence the life, my life the bet
As if the Gods against me some bet twas set
Their presence absent, and their silence met

And all I knew each moment would quake
As each rattling bone's motion to move to ache
With Feeble mind and a cognitive delay
That I could be or not be the example that day

Whether to children, friends, family, or foe
I'd seek to inspire that we'd all learn and grow
Yet each movement a bribed stance to the call
I'd make with the movement from the bedroom to the hall

And with wobbly motions I'd make my way
Eyes set on the prize, a few more feet I'd say
A Crowning glory in all its repose
I see the chair for which my longing grows

And one-then-one then one-more-push of fate
A movement daily I'd grow to hate
As children, friends, family, and foe
Might rush in to greet me cause they know

How happy it makes me, that sparkle in their eye
As they scurry with laughter and their languaged sigh
Then poof tis gone, someone elses memory at best
I sit here alone as usual, my breath caught to rest

as I pray my escape for sleep or death quick: with sigh,
A troubling daily routine living here, with this TBI

Drowning in the abyss,

frightened by the observation.

Tales to tell,

no tongue to say them in.

Terror in the screams I hear,

leave me frozen by fear.

Monsters with familiar faces,

tainted is their dialogue.

Crazy is my state of mind,

is a nightmare with no end.

A bottomless pit,

this damn abyss.

CLW

Yes the times are changing - yet that's a given - The centuries hath always told
People age with the Seasons that change - Yet luck doth favor the bold
So will you be the hero to save another's life - or will you do more & more & more
Or will you stay the good puppet - bound to attachments, possessions, and greed
Like a hedonist searching for pleasure - or the addict - from the vice to plead
Or actionless, will you remain of the unwanted strain - bound to the system - its whore

Doesn't really matter does it - after all, there's internet and cable t.v
Not to mention Wifi, Apps, Consoles, and games - and maybe, a needed check that's due
Or the lawn needs mowing, or the dishes washed, or tend to pets in your care
Not to mention the clothes you've got - colognes and perfume - let's not forget your hair
Ohh yes! We must look good - our part the act - a pretty puppet playing our part
And now and then we might help One - when from our minds we fall to our heart

Yet that would take courage and strength unknown - to rise beyond the masses around
And help more than ourselves - a better seed sown - to save more than one from the ground
In fact - we'd have to band together and do it as a whole - as IF - it could be done
Yet that would mean giving up what we have to give unto those who don't
Yet this is just a poem - from a writer used for the play - love I've never won
Yet banning together to tear down those political curtains - You and I know you won't
I will forever be - somewhere between - the dark of night and the shadow of the light
And from there - so that your comforts remain - I shall...

Ohh look your show is about to start.

The Burning brethren's Words of Hate
Stirring around the embers of ruined books
Left ashes of burnt pages upon the ground
Dispelled for lack of some purpose sent
Everywhere the corpses skewered upon each stake
Dodging where we could the looks and sound
as the wind blew through the town we went

Our nose hairs drenched with the women's stench
unkempt unclean and mixed with rot
Spreading all they had upon each bench
Oooze running from them mixed with a bleeding clot
The whores of evil each priest they had
seduced each one to bid them their fall
It's a horrid place of minds gone mad
a dance of sickness that shreaks its call

Bearing the weak to come and see
The reapers rewards for deeds of past
Where board and nail would etch the streets
Of corpses hung on branch-stripped trees
Each corpse the testament of a curse cast
And in windows for curtains were bloody sheets

Mayhem is beautiful compared to what you'd see there
As the creepers and crawlers with half-attached limbs
would make their way for your soul to burn
The Light fully quenched only the darkness dims
Death abounding at every turn
Hell doth come haunting their eyes through each hungered stare

Wherefrom the political curtains hang - plans are made to do more harm
Youth of all ages and adults took away - from humanity - the darkened hand's farm
Some will be cut up and eaten, whilst others for their blood are bled
Some will be raised or reprogrammed with sound - those who can't are left for dead
Whilst others serve as sex-slaves, to the p*dophile queens and kings
Whom govern the openings and closings of when that political curtain swings
"Yet we cannot be held responsible for what we do not know!" - you'd say
Scoff at me I scoff at you - Others say they did something - they prayed

If only that were actually, really, truly enough: Yet, it is in the minds of the prey
No action more no more action needed - let's all bury our heads p-prayerfully in the sand
Let's find a game or watch a movie - Let's pretend we did the best we can
So while you travel the roads of Liberty in any Country's town
Tell me who plays the part better - You, or the Circus Clown?

"Then what" - You'd say - "What can we even do if what you say is the truth!?"
Just a fool in a Sea of fools - if you look to me - For I was one of those Youth
Mine fate be sealed upon these lines - for the predators must surely die
The path myself I plan to take - You would detest to the ends it leads
For I am awakened to a better sleep - I'll ignore their pleads, why Lie?
I've nothing to gain for telling you this - the mark upon me not placed
I wield no influence of graven haste or sounds of some unrung bell
To you and many others, I'm nothing here - just a rhymer of a poetic hell

Yet in the soon end when the poem's done - back to the gauntlet you'll go
And the footprints I left will soon be gone - just as they do in the snow
My song is sung and twas sung the many - in times before - other lines and page
You'd dare to scoff, snitch, or speak of ill reason - for their death you'd surely rage
Tis not I entranced, a blind sheep for some shephard, a puppet for liberty: to sing
Twas once the Lion with the Lamb and not the Wolf: when doves were a sign of purity
Now the symbol of the milk of youth taken - against their will - yet you canst see
For you hath been sheltered greatly - neath the guise of the media's flare
Claiming to know not what to do - whilst you remain trained: addicted to sitting there
Whilst doing nothing to stop the suffering - the truth's unwanted - the ring of a sting
And you call yourself the fighter - or a warrior for what is right - yeah right!

Yet you know the plight of those who suffer - You know the hell that they go through
Not enough, you could do more - yet you dare not lose your comforts - who would? Not you!
For as the masses blinded, you'd rather pretend - everyone else to blame - not you!
Do you know of someone who hungers for acceptance and love or someone without a home
To not ease but completely end their suffering - living in this Terrarium the Dome
And what have you done to go beyond the blind-normal - ending it once and for all
Depriving no one of what you'd have for yourself - Suffering no more from lack
And you will soon see the enemy's not me - as to your heart once again you'd fall
Too late for you - if unto others - If you've made the habit of turning your back
With heads in the sand - pretending in prayer - to answer to some unheard call

So when the swords unsheathed and the heads removed, and bullets fly in the night
And the caretakers of this stage for the play are found dead come morning light
Do not say one complaining word for you know you had your chance
You didn't do enough for the something of those - due to your selfish stance
Yet if it hits too close to home and the ones found dead is a loved one you held dear
Will you blame the One you pray to - will you have perfect love - or fear