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The Wedding Song
Trust your heart and take my open hand
Love me as if there was no tomorrow
I am here to be your loyal friend
We'll be blessed together 'til the end
Lonely stars our joy will dream to borrow
Time is right to build our common dream
Don't be swayed by whispers from the past
Truth be told we make a perfect team
And as long as love is held supreme
We'll stand tall and surely laugh the last
We both know that this is real love
Only you have touched my soul so deep
Sweet and kind and gentle as a dove
You've been sent like angel from above
I'd awake and pause to watch you sleep
Trust your heart and take my open hand
Love me as if there was no tomorrow
I am here to be your loyal friend
We'll be blessed together 'til the end
Lonely stars our joy will dream to borrow
Love me as if there was no tomorrow
I am here to be your loyal friend
We'll be blessed together 'til the end
Lonely stars our joy will dream to borrow
Time is right to build our common dream
Don't be swayed by whispers from the past
Truth be told we make a perfect team
And as long as love is held supreme
We'll stand tall and surely laugh the last
We both know that this is real love
Only you have touched my soul so deep
Sweet and kind and gentle as a dove
You've been sent like angel from above
I'd awake and pause to watch you sleep
Trust your heart and take my open hand
Love me as if there was no tomorrow
I am here to be your loyal friend
We'll be blessed together 'til the end
Lonely stars our joy will dream to borrow
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Posted: May 2015
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Superman Rap Song
Well, now, Superman is a real cool dude.
He's not even the least bit rude.
He helps old ladies across the street,
And says, "Howdy, maam," whenever they meet.
He's mean and nasty when bad dudes try
To do a bad number on the little guy.
He helps the police to do a good job,
And gives bad dudes a thump on the noggin'.
Well, now, just for a little change of pace,
He flew through the air at a rapid pace.
Too bad he didn't see the storm a'brewing,
'Cause when lightning struck, he turned blue.
Ten million volts did Superman get,
And ten thousand amps 'cause the sky was wet.
He got these volts, and he got these amps,
Right square in the seat of his pants.
Well, now, Superman was a real cool dude.
He wasn't even the least bit rude.
The old ladies help him across the street,
And say, "Howdy, sir", whenever they meet.
He was mean and nasty when the bad dudes tried
To do a bad number on the little guy.
The police help him to do a good job,
And give bad dudes a thump on the noggin'.
Well, now, just for a little change of pace,
He hobbled down the street at a very slow pace.
Too bad he didn't see the manhole open,
'Cause when he hit water, he turned blue.
Ten million volts did Superman get,
And ten thousand amps 'cause the water was wet.
He got these volts, and he got these amps,
Right square in the seat of his pants.
(C) Copyright 1994 Faith Times Ministry
He's not even the least bit rude.
He helps old ladies across the street,
And says, "Howdy, maam," whenever they meet.
He's mean and nasty when bad dudes try
To do a bad number on the little guy.
He helps the police to do a good job,
And gives bad dudes a thump on the noggin'.
Well, now, just for a little change of pace,
He flew through the air at a rapid pace.
Too bad he didn't see the storm a'brewing,
'Cause when lightning struck, he turned blue.
Ten million volts did Superman get,
And ten thousand amps 'cause the sky was wet.
He got these volts, and he got these amps,
Right square in the seat of his pants.
Well, now, Superman was a real cool dude.
He wasn't even the least bit rude.
The old ladies help him across the street,
And say, "Howdy, sir", whenever they meet.
He was mean and nasty when the bad dudes tried
To do a bad number on the little guy.
The police help him to do a good job,
And give bad dudes a thump on the noggin'.
Well, now, just for a little change of pace,
He hobbled down the street at a very slow pace.
Too bad he didn't see the manhole open,
'Cause when he hit water, he turned blue.
Ten million volts did Superman get,
And ten thousand amps 'cause the water was wet.
He got these volts, and he got these amps,
Right square in the seat of his pants.
(C) Copyright 1994 Faith Times Ministry
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
This is a silly rap song I wrote a long time ago. It was the first song I ever wrote, and my only rap song. The song is about what happens to us as we travel through life. I just used Superman as a metaphor for what happens to us in life. We're going along just great, maybe not paying full attention, and we have a head on collision with reality. Then, just as we're starting to recover from that, maybe we get hit again. That's the way life works sometimes.
"RAP*D" 12/28/2012
YOU HAD MADE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT.
DROVE ME TO THE EDGE OF INSANITY.
ON THE BRINK OF MADNESS, I DRIFTED ALONE.
FELT BY THE PAIN FROM THE COLD THAT PLAGUED ME.
CRUELTY BECKONS AS THE HATRED STARTS.
FULL OF EMOTION DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL .
LOST IN THE SUFFERING OF A DESERVED FATE .
AND IN MY HEART I AM SO ALONE...
YOU HAD FU*KED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, YOUR EVIL WAS SPUN.
I AM BLEEDING , WITHIN MY SOUL LIES MY HELL .
AND INSIDE MY DREAMS, THE MADNESS SWELLED...
YOU HAVE RAP*D ME, DECIMATING MY MIND.
YOU SAID THAT YOU CARED, BUT YOU LEFT ME BEHIND .
AND WITHIN YOUR DARKNESS, IT'S DEPTHS I HAVE BRAVED.
UPON THIS ROAD I FELL, IN RUINS I FADE...
A KNIFE WAS THRUST SO DEEP INSIDE.
FOR, I HAD TO DIE TO FEED YOUR HIGH.
AND AS FOR MY DEATH WHICH BREATHED FROM YOUR SIN.
WHERE WAS GOD TO HELP, WHEN THERE WAS NO LIFE LEFT WITHIN?...
YOU HAD FU*KED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, YOUR EVIL HAD WON.
AS I WAS BLED, THROUGH TORMENT I DWELLED.
MY CRIES WERE NOT HEARD, IN HELL I'M UNDONE ...
DECIEVED BY ALL THE FALSE PASSIONS TO BEND ME TOWARDS YOUR WILL.
CARESSED BY YOUR DARK NATURE, IT WAS I WHO YOU HAD KILLED.
BETRAYED. BY THE VERY ESSENCE WHICH BURNT SO DEEP INSIDE OF YOU.
CORRUPTED BY LUST TOWARDS PAIN WAS THE PLEDGING OF YOUR WICKED TRUTHS...
SINGING THE RHYME, A TRUTH FOR MY DEMISE.
I COULD SEE THAT HATRED WHICH BURNED WITHIN YOUR EYES.
CONFRONTED BY THOSE BITTER TRUTHS THAT ENTOMED OUR DARK EMBRACE.
CRYING OUT IN FITS OF DESPAIR, FOR THE PRESENCE I HAD FACED...
THE EVIL LIES WITHIN THE HEART THAT YOU POSSESSED INSIDE YOUR CHEST.
FOR THE DEPTHS OF MY AGONY WOULD SEE MY FINAL BREATH.
IN SUFFERING, DOORS WERE OPENED TO BASK INSIDE THIS MISERY.
YES, I WAS THE OFFERING UNTO YOUR DEMON, AND MY SOUL IS SLOWLY DYING...
YOU HAD FU*KED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, LIFE WAS UNDONE.
THIS WAS MY BLOOD, SPILT BY YOUR LIES.
AS I DROWNED IN MY PAIN, I LAYED DOWN TO DIE...
YOU HAD f*ckED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, CHOSE ME FOR FUN.
SCRIPTS WERE LAYED, BURNING ME IN YOUR WAKE.
SHAT UPON MY REMAINS, AS I WAS SWALLOWED BY YOUR HATE...
DROVE ME TO THE EDGE OF INSANITY.
ON THE BRINK OF MADNESS, I DRIFTED ALONE.
FELT BY THE PAIN FROM THE COLD THAT PLAGUED ME.
CRUELTY BECKONS AS THE HATRED STARTS.
FULL OF EMOTION DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL .
LOST IN THE SUFFERING OF A DESERVED FATE .
AND IN MY HEART I AM SO ALONE...
YOU HAD FU*KED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, YOUR EVIL WAS SPUN.
I AM BLEEDING , WITHIN MY SOUL LIES MY HELL .
AND INSIDE MY DREAMS, THE MADNESS SWELLED...
YOU HAVE RAP*D ME, DECIMATING MY MIND.
YOU SAID THAT YOU CARED, BUT YOU LEFT ME BEHIND .
AND WITHIN YOUR DARKNESS, IT'S DEPTHS I HAVE BRAVED.
UPON THIS ROAD I FELL, IN RUINS I FADE...
A KNIFE WAS THRUST SO DEEP INSIDE.
FOR, I HAD TO DIE TO FEED YOUR HIGH.
AND AS FOR MY DEATH WHICH BREATHED FROM YOUR SIN.
WHERE WAS GOD TO HELP, WHEN THERE WAS NO LIFE LEFT WITHIN?...
YOU HAD FU*KED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, YOUR EVIL HAD WON.
AS I WAS BLED, THROUGH TORMENT I DWELLED.
MY CRIES WERE NOT HEARD, IN HELL I'M UNDONE ...
DECIEVED BY ALL THE FALSE PASSIONS TO BEND ME TOWARDS YOUR WILL.
CARESSED BY YOUR DARK NATURE, IT WAS I WHO YOU HAD KILLED.
BETRAYED. BY THE VERY ESSENCE WHICH BURNT SO DEEP INSIDE OF YOU.
CORRUPTED BY LUST TOWARDS PAIN WAS THE PLEDGING OF YOUR WICKED TRUTHS...
SINGING THE RHYME, A TRUTH FOR MY DEMISE.
I COULD SEE THAT HATRED WHICH BURNED WITHIN YOUR EYES.
CONFRONTED BY THOSE BITTER TRUTHS THAT ENTOMED OUR DARK EMBRACE.
CRYING OUT IN FITS OF DESPAIR, FOR THE PRESENCE I HAD FACED...
THE EVIL LIES WITHIN THE HEART THAT YOU POSSESSED INSIDE YOUR CHEST.
FOR THE DEPTHS OF MY AGONY WOULD SEE MY FINAL BREATH.
IN SUFFERING, DOORS WERE OPENED TO BASK INSIDE THIS MISERY.
YES, I WAS THE OFFERING UNTO YOUR DEMON, AND MY SOUL IS SLOWLY DYING...
YOU HAD FU*KED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, LIFE WAS UNDONE.
THIS WAS MY BLOOD, SPILT BY YOUR LIES.
AS I DROWNED IN MY PAIN, I LAYED DOWN TO DIE...
YOU HAD f*ckED ME IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE.
LEFT ME FOR DEAD, CHOSE ME FOR FUN.
SCRIPTS WERE LAYED, BURNING ME IN YOUR WAKE.
SHAT UPON MY REMAINS, AS I WAS SWALLOWED BY YOUR HATE...
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
This song will be on the album i wrote called"THE SEVEN WONDERS OF DAMNATION"
its a dark album based upon the black memories of my past. from 1987~ 2012
I wrote it in 2012 Other than that, I Have nothing more to say...
Sweet Lilah
She wakes up every morning with a smile,oh how she wears her mask so well.
She'll tell me stories about her life,but their are some she never will tell.
She drinks a cup of coffee and stares out the window,tells me how she came here at sixteen.
She smiles and say's she was so young and so naive,how she fell for the Hollywood dream.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
She tells me 'bout the time when she was a dancer down on the strip, say's if i'd ever saw her i'd never forget her.
She say's she's only been in love,once in her life,and that was with the pills that made her feel better.
And she talks about nights,workin the streets down on the boulevard,she say's the money never lasts as long as the scars.
Workin by the hour in hotel rooms down on sunset,and in the mornin' she'd drink away her shame in the bars.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
She tells me about the time she woke up alone in the hospital,say's they had her tied down to the bed.
Seems her landlord found her in her bathroom with a needle in her arm,she say's she's lucky she's not dead.
She shows me a picture,say's it's her daughter,she lives in Portland,starts to cry and say's they took her away.
She lights a cigarette and say's that was no life for a child, she's grown now, she'll see her some day.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
She tells me about the day she walked away, how she left that life behind,say's she didn't know what she would do.
She got a job workin' as a waitress on Hollywood and Vine and at night she went back to school.
Now she works as a counselor out on those streets every night,she's trying to help so many young girls.
So many of them say their thankful for the day they met Sweet Lilah,they say how much she's changed their world.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,Say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
I saw Lilah the other day,said she'd been to the doctor,she said he told her some bad news.
She just shook her head and said the life she'd lead had come back to haunt her,she smiled and said there's nothing they can do.
She started packing a bag,she started to cry,said i'm goin' to Portland,maybe I can make it there by tonight.
She holds up that picture of her ltiile girl and say's,i've done so much wrong at least I did one thing right.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
If youd like to hear this song as well a some of my others go to give em a listen and let me know what you think
She'll tell me stories about her life,but their are some she never will tell.
She drinks a cup of coffee and stares out the window,tells me how she came here at sixteen.
She smiles and say's she was so young and so naive,how she fell for the Hollywood dream.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
She tells me 'bout the time when she was a dancer down on the strip, say's if i'd ever saw her i'd never forget her.
She say's she's only been in love,once in her life,and that was with the pills that made her feel better.
And she talks about nights,workin the streets down on the boulevard,she say's the money never lasts as long as the scars.
Workin by the hour in hotel rooms down on sunset,and in the mornin' she'd drink away her shame in the bars.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
She tells me about the time she woke up alone in the hospital,say's they had her tied down to the bed.
Seems her landlord found her in her bathroom with a needle in her arm,she say's she's lucky she's not dead.
She shows me a picture,say's it's her daughter,she lives in Portland,starts to cry and say's they took her away.
She lights a cigarette and say's that was no life for a child, she's grown now, she'll see her some day.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
She tells me about the day she walked away, how she left that life behind,say's she didn't know what she would do.
She got a job workin' as a waitress on Hollywood and Vine and at night she went back to school.
Now she works as a counselor out on those streets every night,she's trying to help so many young girls.
So many of them say their thankful for the day they met Sweet Lilah,they say how much she's changed their world.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,Say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
I saw Lilah the other day,said she'd been to the doctor,she said he told her some bad news.
She just shook her head and said the life she'd lead had come back to haunt her,she smiled and said there's nothing they can do.
She started packing a bag,she started to cry,said i'm goin' to Portland,maybe I can make it there by tonight.
She holds up that picture of her ltiile girl and say's,i've done so much wrong at least I did one thing right.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,she cries and say's she's an angel with dirty wings.
Oh Lilah,Sweet Lilah,say's she's cried enough tears to wash them clean.
If youd like to hear this song as well a some of my others go to give em a listen and let me know what you think
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Posted: Feb 2011
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“Say nothing, nothing and love me!
And pray the stillness never to come!
If it takes its place between us I know,
it will be the bitterest one.”
©Adriana Spasova Iordanova
And pray the stillness never to come!
If it takes its place between us I know,
it will be the bitterest one.”
©Adriana Spasova Iordanova
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Posted: Jun 2009
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BEHOLD! I SPEAK OF LOVE
BEHOLD! I SPEAK OF LOVE
by ken coons
Behold! I speak of love as one
Who babbles not for sake of sound,
But as a lad who walked her plank
And struggled hard, then slowly sank
As though my limbs were bound.
Behold! I speak of love to warn
Young hearts that blossom in the spring.
In this the season it is grand,
But can that frail bud withstand
The snow that Winters bring?
Behold! I speak of love to say,
'Tis not a thing that comes by chance.
It must be bought, and payments made,
And though the price is never paid,
Take not a backward glance.
Behold! I speak of love again,
That I might mention of the cost.
Though it is great, and hard to bear,
If you give up in sad despair
Your equity is lost.
Behold! I speak of love to all.
I babble not for sake of speech.
But as a lad who only grinned,
And threw all caution to the wind,
'Tis you I now beseech.
Behold! I speak of love.
by ken coons
Behold! I speak of love as one
Who babbles not for sake of sound,
But as a lad who walked her plank
And struggled hard, then slowly sank
As though my limbs were bound.
Behold! I speak of love to warn
Young hearts that blossom in the spring.
In this the season it is grand,
But can that frail bud withstand
The snow that Winters bring?
Behold! I speak of love to say,
'Tis not a thing that comes by chance.
It must be bought, and payments made,
And though the price is never paid,
Take not a backward glance.
Behold! I speak of love again,
That I might mention of the cost.
Though it is great, and hard to bear,
If you give up in sad despair
Your equity is lost.
Behold! I speak of love to all.
I babble not for sake of speech.
But as a lad who only grinned,
And threw all caution to the wind,
'Tis you I now beseech.
Behold! I speak of love.
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
No explanation is necessary.
Underneath
Letters and songs I wrote them. Poems that go on and on again,
but my heart still breaks.
Showed them what I can and can't handle, so they used me like a candle, they let me burn away.
But I can't fight for this, cause this does not exist, and I know why...
Your too damned to see, the pain that lies beneath me.
You won't even dare to try, and see what's really underneath!
The innocence gone and reborn, into a statue so cold and frozen,
But I like it this way.
Scar on my back is still there, faded and worn but lies in layers,
But I love the pain.
And I can't fight for this, if this does not exist, but I know why...
Your too damned to see, the pain that lies beneath me.
You won't even dare to try, and see what's really underneath!
The love I had in my head is now lost,
words hold no meaning anymore in my heart…
I know now, the demon sleeps inside. Breathing yet I still feel dead.
Holding all that's left, drowning in you. No longer mine.
No longer alive!
Your too damned to see, the pain that lies beneath me.
You won't even dare to try, and see what's really underneath!
I'm too damned to be, loved not caged and set free.
And I don't care to try, and heal the pain that's underneath!
but my heart still breaks.
Showed them what I can and can't handle, so they used me like a candle, they let me burn away.
But I can't fight for this, cause this does not exist, and I know why...
Your too damned to see, the pain that lies beneath me.
You won't even dare to try, and see what's really underneath!
The innocence gone and reborn, into a statue so cold and frozen,
But I like it this way.
Scar on my back is still there, faded and worn but lies in layers,
But I love the pain.
And I can't fight for this, if this does not exist, but I know why...
Your too damned to see, the pain that lies beneath me.
You won't even dare to try, and see what's really underneath!
The love I had in my head is now lost,
words hold no meaning anymore in my heart…
I know now, the demon sleeps inside. Breathing yet I still feel dead.
Holding all that's left, drowning in you. No longer mine.
No longer alive!
Your too damned to see, the pain that lies beneath me.
You won't even dare to try, and see what's really underneath!
I'm too damned to be, loved not caged and set free.
And I don't care to try, and heal the pain that's underneath!
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
Something I wrote long ago for a friend in need. Now I think anyone who's been going through a rough relationship could use this as insight to self. I hope you like & I welcome feedback."THE HOST" 9/12/2011
YOU HAVE HEARD THE VOICE OF SATAN...
YOU'VE SEEN WHAT LIES WITHIN THE NIGHT...
YOU HAVE KNELT AS YOU SERVED THE DEMON..
YOU'VE SOLD YOUR SOUL TO THIS TAINTED LIFE...
FORLORNED UNTO A LIFE OF MADNESS...
POSSESSED BY YOUR UNHOLY SIN...
WOE TO THOSE WHO DWELL IN BLACKNESS...
OBSESSED BY THE EVIL WITHIN...
YOU HAVE BECOME A WHORE OF THE DEVIL'S WILL...
POSSESSED BY THE VERY EVILS YOU HAVE UNLEASHED...
YOU C*NT FESTERS IN THE HATRED YOU'VE
UNSEALED...
AND THE DARKNESS PLAYED IT'S F*CKERY SO DEEP...
BRING THE BASTARD TO THIS EARTH...
AND SING THE CROON OF THE DAMNED...
CRAVE THE FLESH FOR THIS WRETCHED CURSE...
A SPIRITUAL DARKNESS THROUGHOUT THE LAND...
YOU HAVE TAKEN THE C*CK FOR YOUR PRIDE...
OUR BAST*RD CHILD WILL SOON ARRIVE...
IMMACULATE IS THE CONCEPTION CONCEALED BY PAIN...
AND IN THE SUFFERING, IT BEGINS DEEP DOWN INSIDE...
YOU HAVE BECOME A WH*RE OF THE DEVIL'S WILL...
POSSESSED BY THE VERY EVILS YOU'VE UNLEASHED...
YOUR C*NT FESTERS IN THE HATRED YOU'VE UNSEALED...
AND THE DARKNESS PLAYED IT'S FU*KERY SO DEEP...
A NEW LIFE HAD FORMED WITHIN...
SHE HAD TAKEN AN UNHOLY SEED...
A BAST*RD SON FOR THE DEVIL'S OWN...
THROUGH THE DARKNESS, SHE HAS CONCIEVED...
YOU HAVE HEARD THE VOICE OF SATAN...
YOU'VE SEEN WHAT LIES WITHIN THE NIGHT...
YOU HAVE KNELT AS YOU SERVED THE DEMON...
YOU'VE SOLD YOUR SOUL TO THIS TAINTED LIFE...
FORLORNED UNTO A LIFE OF MADNESS...
POSSESSED BY YOUR UNHOLY SIN...
WOE TO THOSE WHO DWELL IN BLACKNESS...
OBSESSED BY THE EVIL AGAIN...
YOU HAVE BECOME A WH*RE OF THE DEVIL'S WILL...
POSSESSED BY THE VERY EVILS YOU'VE UNLEASHED...
YOUR c*nt FESTERS IN THE HATRED YOU'VE UNSEALED...
AND THE DARKNESS PLAYED IT'S FU*KERY SO DEEP...
YOU'VE SEEN WHAT LIES WITHIN THE NIGHT...
YOU HAVE KNELT AS YOU SERVED THE DEMON..
YOU'VE SOLD YOUR SOUL TO THIS TAINTED LIFE...
FORLORNED UNTO A LIFE OF MADNESS...
POSSESSED BY YOUR UNHOLY SIN...
WOE TO THOSE WHO DWELL IN BLACKNESS...
OBSESSED BY THE EVIL WITHIN...
YOU HAVE BECOME A WHORE OF THE DEVIL'S WILL...
POSSESSED BY THE VERY EVILS YOU HAVE UNLEASHED...
YOU C*NT FESTERS IN THE HATRED YOU'VE
UNSEALED...
AND THE DARKNESS PLAYED IT'S F*CKERY SO DEEP...
BRING THE BASTARD TO THIS EARTH...
AND SING THE CROON OF THE DAMNED...
CRAVE THE FLESH FOR THIS WRETCHED CURSE...
A SPIRITUAL DARKNESS THROUGHOUT THE LAND...
YOU HAVE TAKEN THE C*CK FOR YOUR PRIDE...
OUR BAST*RD CHILD WILL SOON ARRIVE...
IMMACULATE IS THE CONCEPTION CONCEALED BY PAIN...
AND IN THE SUFFERING, IT BEGINS DEEP DOWN INSIDE...
YOU HAVE BECOME A WH*RE OF THE DEVIL'S WILL...
POSSESSED BY THE VERY EVILS YOU'VE UNLEASHED...
YOUR C*NT FESTERS IN THE HATRED YOU'VE UNSEALED...
AND THE DARKNESS PLAYED IT'S FU*KERY SO DEEP...
A NEW LIFE HAD FORMED WITHIN...
SHE HAD TAKEN AN UNHOLY SEED...
A BAST*RD SON FOR THE DEVIL'S OWN...
THROUGH THE DARKNESS, SHE HAS CONCIEVED...
YOU HAVE HEARD THE VOICE OF SATAN...
YOU'VE SEEN WHAT LIES WITHIN THE NIGHT...
YOU HAVE KNELT AS YOU SERVED THE DEMON...
YOU'VE SOLD YOUR SOUL TO THIS TAINTED LIFE...
FORLORNED UNTO A LIFE OF MADNESS...
POSSESSED BY YOUR UNHOLY SIN...
WOE TO THOSE WHO DWELL IN BLACKNESS...
OBSESSED BY THE EVIL AGAIN...
YOU HAVE BECOME A WH*RE OF THE DEVIL'S WILL...
POSSESSED BY THE VERY EVILS YOU'VE UNLEASHED...
YOUR c*nt FESTERS IN THE HATRED YOU'VE UNSEALED...
AND THE DARKNESS PLAYED IT'S FU*KERY SO DEEP...
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
I don't have much to say about this one except its the title of it's own album i titledTHH HOST...
I finished this piece a couple of weeks ago, so i thought i should post the rest. Thanx...
Island of misfit boys
I love to sleep because i pretend that i'm dead, but i hate waking up, 'cause it's hard to forget that i've lost all control of this life that i've held so dear. I wait for the bus but i'm not on the bench. I'm just spread across the ground making friends with cement. hoping that the bus won't miss me when it comes my way.
Well i made a few jokes and they said they weren't funny. i tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly. i tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me. Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor, and i asked her what she wanted, and she said she wanted more. i tried to find a lover, all i found was an enemy.
Well i stand in front of the mirror and look at myself and i don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help. and i start to struggle to hold myself back from thrusting my heart straight through the f*cking glass. and im tired of falling for girls that don't care, and breaking my back just to make them aware that i'm more than depressed, and their time won't be wasted, But i am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.
Now i'm lost in this hole and i'm sure i am stuck, and i cant run away 'cause i'm lazy as f*ck. And i sit on the floor as i gather my thoughts, and their full of broken promises that only piss me off. Well i lost control when i was only a boy. The world taught me angst when i deserved joy. Now im breaking down as i struggle to breathe, 'cause i believe in a God that won't believe in me.
Well i made a few jokes and they said they weren't funny. i tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly. i tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me. Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor, and i asked her what she wanted, and she said she wanted more. i tried to find a lover, all i found was an enemy.
Well i stand in front of the mirror and look at myself and i don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help. and i start to struggle to hold myself back from thrusting my heart straight through the f*cking glass. and im tired of falling for girls that don't care, and breaking my back just to make them aware that i'm more than depressed, and their time won't be wasted, But i am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.
Now i'm lost in this hole and i'm sure i am stuck, and i cant run away 'cause i'm lazy as f*ck. And i sit on the floor as i gather my thoughts, and their full of broken promises that only piss me off. Well i lost control when i was only a boy. The world taught me angst when i deserved joy. Now im breaking down as i struggle to breathe, 'cause i believe in a God that won't believe in me.
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Posted: Nov 2014
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Sweet nothings
If "somedays" were sprinkles and cherry toppings,
And 'probably" was icing on cake,
Then I'd spend everyday just stuffing my face,
Gorging my worries away,
If "if's" and "but's" were candy and nuts,
And "maybe's" were peaches on cream,
If every "almost" was cinnamon toast,
Oh what a world it would be...
And 'probably" was icing on cake,
Then I'd spend everyday just stuffing my face,
Gorging my worries away,
If "if's" and "but's" were candy and nuts,
And "maybe's" were peaches on cream,
If every "almost" was cinnamon toast,
Oh what a world it would be...
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Posted: May 2019
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