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In the land of angels,
Demons come out to play.
Whispering hidden tresures and clues,
Dont believe every word they say!

Be prepared and open your eyes,
Mocking your faith and intelligence,
Nothing seems to go as you please,
Adding layers of fabricated essence.

Now don't you understand,
Time to listen to good advice.
Dangers always dont sound nice,
Hidden beautifully in wicked device!

Dont shake your head in disbelief,
Time and method may have change,
But the deal is always the same,
Devil binds your soul in a death chain!

Across the plains
I see a glimmering light
Beyond the horizon
where the day fades out the night
The grass is grown
from the roots of all my sins
Beneath the dirt
is where my salvation will begin
There stands a house
and its yellowing in mold
Beside a window
is where I sit alone
The walls are cold
and the bricks are falling out
So you could see inside
and I can let it out
Within these walls
is where I call my home
Id love to leave this place
but I have nowhere else to roam
If I had wings
I would uplift myself and soar
Up to the heavens ,
but this is the only hell I know

I than looked up
to the heavenly sky
but temptation burned my wings
before I learned to fly
Again I looked up
to a new sunny sky
but than my heart gets blistered
and my mouth tongue twisted and tied

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~

The path to take, stuck deep in thought, a lot at stake,
all these years, the constant battles the constant fears. all the nights alone with only my tears. I stick around I fake it, for those little moments in reality where i escape it. I carry my cross and others as well, never died once and already in Hell.

Elusive is his stare I'm like a rabbit in his snare

magician of my mind he knows no bound than to leave me bare

, his dark eyes hold a flicker of light

As I lie with him all night .

Don't ask him where's he been or where he goes

Hunter of mind body soul

With all my strength I set myself free

Please don't come. Calling for me

, I am blind to your stare

, Penetrating my soul .

The morning sun found me
Without the touch
Of your hand

A wish is
A wish

I bow my head
And smile

Have I played
The fool?

Perhaps I was never
Who I thought
I was

She cannot read
My mind

And my spirit is
Alien to the land
Of the living

I should have
Guessed

It was in the cards
From the
Beginning

The ace is high
And the contellations
Will never yield more
Than the market
Will bare

I suppose I was bought
For a price

But I still reside in
My cocoon of
Benevolence

Waiting on love

On truth

I'm still a child finger
Painting on stars
Too deep for me
To fathom

Yet I bless the spirit
Of life in the
Mosaic of
My confusion

My words come to
Me by the light
Of the path that
Guides my feet

I extend my hand
That you may
Walk with me

My love...

Cafe

At my door Death stood
With scythe in his hand
“Come,” he breathed,
“the other side awaits thee.”

Terrified I arose
Though I did not want
Yet follow I must

Lonely nights when I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Over and over I pray and hope, will tonight be the night, but still I stare.
Silently time marches on, a faint crack of dawn, night’s almost gone.
This night was lost, waste of time, maybe next night, something to act on.

In the night where dreams hold sway, is there hope, I can only pray.
Noises muted, faint sounds of song, somewhere a party, just go away.
My eyeballs ache, there’s pain behind, pressure building, too much to bear.
Yet still I linger refusing to quit, while all around me there is only despair.

Every song sounds the same, tears spilled and memories of loss.
My life is over I now believe, burden I must bear, this is my cross.
Only now I realise, while it’s there you never care, this loss so great.
Tears to wipe to hide the pain, hide the shame while I sit and wait.

I hear a siren in a far off distance, the sound of train, a banshees wail.
Old songs from memories past, bitter sweet recollections my mind assail.
Nightly now I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Still I pray and I hope, will tonight be the night, to end this nightmare.

Do be careful my friend
For the enemy is on the prowl
Ready to snatch,to steal
the treasure that's bestowed.........your banquet meal

Be mindful my dear friend
Of the prescense of the peaceful one
His gentle touch,His whisper
And the sweet sweet scent so richly soaked in puritys aroma

Take heed, take care,
discern.
Choose life not death my friend
For both of them are real

Howling wind through the barren wasteland of my mind
I scream, and the screams echoes over and over
Ripped to shreds by the violent putrid wind
And the tatters still hang there fading into eternity

I am here a prisoner behind these bloodshot eyes
Can you not see me, can you not hear my silent screams
Begging to be set free, allowed to escape my captivity
I am locked in this shell, they pretend I am insane

Arms and legs are covered in scars, it was not I
They must have done it although they claim I cut myself
I see the cuts and I can faintly recall seeing the blade
Slowly slicing, skin parting, the blood slowly welling

It was not my hand that held the knife, not I that cut
It was another, they wish to hurt me, to drive me crazy
Please I need help, save me before they return
I can feel the walls closing in again, too late, too late

...all of my time,
Has been wasted,
My heart has been,
Too many places,
These eyes of mine,
Too many faces,
This tounge has tasted,
Till everythings tasteless,
It's all too much,
I cannot take it...