nash_node Poetry (9)

I sit upon my throne,
Playing my violin alone,
Such sweet sorrow, I've never thought of play,
In silence I play, without a ply

How bitter a soul, how tender a sound!
Serenity in my soul has now been found!
A lulling dream, laced in despair,
From a fearsome dark soul's own nightmare

Trapped forever, in darkened fire,
Without hope of flying any higher,
In tainted wings, I hide in sin,
With my beloved violin

The notes float desperately to the Heavens above,
Daemonic grace, a monstrous love,
Who knew I could cherish her like so?
Decadence of sound from soul of hell below

Hearing the echo's of my own sound, I recall,
The tragic day when the angel did fall,
A tear proclaims great lament within,
To separate Oneself from Their beloved kin

A noxious moment, a wretched breath,
As I listen to the sonata of my own death,
A beautiful plague infests both ears,
Upon every note that beckons

Lo and behold, a great polyphony of strings!
Enough to rip me apart with sadness,
The sounds now bind me, like horrid chains,
And you may feel the soul's pains

It is difficult to know how a soul so infernal,
Could produce such beautiful music, eternal,
Perhaps I have never lost my heart,
to produce such wondrous works of art

Look to the sky, and embrace the rain,
Listen to my eternal disdain,
See past the fire and the burning coals,
And help me to free the withered soul

You laugh and smile
A draught of wine
Lifting spirits

Your touch
A heavy brandy
Numbing the mind

Your body against mine
A sweet cocaine kiss
Heart racing

Your kiss
Crystal myth
I swear I could fly


I am addicted
Far beyond rehab
you are my drug
My way of life

Face me
Don’t make words get in your way
All of this feels like that night
Black and white
So much philosophy, not any answers
Just searching for….
Searching for so many things
What did I find?
If I call, do they open they’re heart?
Face me till the end
Until it tear us apart
And so it will be
A fight where every puzzle will fit
So let this moment begin

I walk to relieve the pain,........... I walk to be found
I walk to clear my head,............. and I walk to be profound

I walk to find myself, I walk to find help
I walk to find the innocence I once had,......I walk to find my lost soul

I walk to know how I feel.
But I am lost and find nothing

I do not get what I reach for, what I scream for


So here I am wanting more,
Reaching, hoping, tormenting, loosing &........ Lost,

FIND ME !

Stress, Hate, Rage, Loneliness......ripping, tearing,
Fighting its way into my soul like an uncontrollable wild fire....

Solace I seek, but the
Bone-deep weary tiredness keeps my
Feet from leaving the road.

I'm on a dusty broken path
Strewn with broken glass and
Thorns from the Red Blood Roses
You sent behind.

If I only had the emotions
The energy to expend...

I would hate you with all of my being
But as it is, I'll just keep walking
Towards the end.

“Out of my window is a rapid, blending and a dilute blur of present and a bygone past. Inside my mind is a rapid shifting blur of present and future. Practical irony in motion."

I am the voice unspoken,
The song without words,
I am music without notes.
I am faceless, featureless…

“Bleed me dry”
I whisper to dry hearts,
“Take my life”
I taunt with my eyes.

“Take it all”
You know the truth of it…


”Kill me here”

Different eyes tell different lies
Running blindly into their blind graves
These guns can not save
Scapegoating; our disguise

These mass graves tell the fable
Opened by bended labels
The bird of revenge must fall dead on the ground
Sea of freshly burned ashes be parted
Shot down in the war it started

Shame on you both
This is not my justice!

The chicken and the egg; who made claims of superiority before
Who came first, it matters no more
For now they are both the last!
Join over the place where there bodies lay
Side by side
Blood now shared

Shame on you both!
This is not my justice!


Different eyes tell different lies

To see the face under the mirror
Always opposite of what it seems
Parasites of bitter dreams

Underneath this carnage land
Where slain bodies float on poisoned lakes
Blood and bullets seep into the skin of fake

Different eyes tell different lies

Up above the two the fight
Propaganda tells them they are right
Down bellow hides only one

Motive- what horrible things can I have done?
My precious ego loves this ugly work


To get on top
Climb up the bodies one by one
The fat ones fall the hardest
Smothered under fruits of good harvest
As we look up at the holy guild
Let us know them by what they have killed!

The trees of disease, grown in graveyard soil
Yell “Divide and disown’ there roots are still loyal
To the pilgrims who planted them; their fruits to fuel the war
But still no one remembers what they were fighting for!

They swallowed drugs of ideologies gone wrong
To place their acts in good hands
Then happily tarnish and ransack the land
And those who move away from the battle in gypsy caravans
Only hesitate to join because they are to weak to meet the demand


Your inquisition is quite un-unique


Hold on to your mind
You’ll soon be forgotten
Keep your army at home
Your originality will be desperately appreciated
Do this, I plead; end this everlasting war
Or every man must have his own blood on his door!

~Soul wrought of Terra corrupt,
I am the darkness which engulfs the light,
I am the being who will plunge your soul into an eternal night..

For now you must fight,
Fight the darkness with all of your might,
In order to save your soul from darkness and stay in the light


For....I am your Agent of Chaos~