IvoryPetals Poetry (93)

Your depravity, the raging bull that didn’t spare the tip of its horns.
You’re a rose with too many blood thirsty thorns.
On your chess board, I’m just another sacrificial pawn.
You won’t miss me when I’m gone.
So pierce your daggers, carve your wounds deep.
Send me to an eternal sleep and your malice my soul will keep.
Stitch in me, the suffering of yours that no one sees.
Unleash your tempest upon me and I’ll bear the brunt of your turbulent seas.
For no other could ever love you like I will.
So my dear I’ll pay the bill, I’m yours to kill.
But....
Expect no sympathy from me.
This is how it's going to be...
I'll be the conductor leading the orchestra playing the symphony of your pain.
The master architect designing your demise.
With you, there will remain an irremovable stain.
You didn't heed the words "Don't raise demons that you can't bury" from the wise.
No apologies, I'm not sorry.
Serenaded will be me the "Oscar winning" villain in your tragic story.
There will be no remorse from me.
What is done, is done and thus shall it be.
So sleep well little sheep
Can't wait to hear your screaming bleat.

With all my love, yours eternally

Wolf….

Here goes.
A race on toes.
To a place I don’t know.
Travelling under darkness and the sun’s glow.
To a land with the taste of foreign words.
Dress myself with the color of ferns.
Throw away cares and concerns.
Soar high, dance over clouds like a rebel bird
Be a new member of a different herd.
I’ll send you a post card.
So don’t be sad!

Have you ever been captivated by a smile?
Like mesmerized, deer caught in head lights.
Breath taking, heart racing, beating a minute a mile.
I couldnt believe such beauty was in my sights.
You left me in awe, the moment I saw your picture roslov434.

Ever wonder if life is just a series of randomness.
Or is filled with preordained mile marks of destiny.
Does selflessness worth more than pleasures of selfishness?
At the end of life is there judgement of one's deeds their pitiless virulence versus their charity.
Is belief a comfort for a fool or one's greatest tool.
If life is what you make it. Then why do we bend the knee and give a nod to the tyranny of virtue when you can be the pioneers of conquest indulging scrupulously in vanity and myriads of guilty desires?
Isn't free will the gift that we was given.
If so, why do we choose to be passengers commuting by vehicles of religion and doctrine driven?
Tell me what is the purpose of life, if it's live like obedient sheep.
Maybe that's why a lion smiles at its preys in its last moments after his claws and teeth sink in flesh so deep, because that kill it's his to keep.

Breathe in sunsets of regrets.
Emotional avalanches with midnight frets.
Tearful dark greets another mournful dawn.
Gloomy days reigns, happiness forgone.
The colors of my rainbow were theft.
The god forsaken day you left.

In the suspension of consciousness
Exits the 3rd stage.
In the midst of a lessen sense of awareness
Next phase is me, my presence is intense,
As I grasps my one member audience on the center stage.

Scientists have given me the name REM.
"Rapid eye movement."
I'm where dreams commence.
The mind pens stories on the endless reems of parchment .

The brain is very active under my reign.
With an electroencephalograph one can bare witness to the cerebrum maestro's composition

I'm known as active or paradoxical sleep
Whether it be for minutes or hours you'll be submerged in the deep.
In that moment you're a prisoner, mines to keep.

The one who can watch the world burn.
Stand there laughing without a care or concern.
I feel nothing anymore.
Void, empty to the core.
Dead inside but I don’t mind.
There’s nothing to find.
In a place so desolate.
Can’t even muster a consciousness to negate this hate
Cruel faith or divine retribution?
f*ck divinity, depravity will be my contribution.
How about that for a charitable donation?
Condemnation for every creed of his creation.
I’ll bring you hell with such eloquence.
Terror by resonance!!!

Keep looking down and you don’t see the chances you miss.
Forever you will be holding on to a wish.
Make the most of today.
Foul emotions may make you sway but bad times never stay.
Everyone have a finite existence, a set number of days.
Live life, to enjoy it, there are so many ways.
Hold on not to the illusion of happiness.
That delusion will only bring you sadness.
Smile, cherish every mile in this journey of life.
Trust me, when you look back you’ll feel that it was suffice.
Remember you are the writer in the story of your life.
Happiness doesn’t have to come with a price.

This is not what you think.
Just emptied emotions that makes me sink.
I had fun, it was one hell of a ride.
I wish I could of count every smile.
There are too many but I carry them inside.
Regrets I leave them behind.
I’m letting go, don’t know what I’ll find.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
So wind kiss my sails and let me leave this shore.
Sorry for the things left undone.
Guess I’ll owe you one…

In my vineyard of misery there bears a fruit supple to the taste.
When plucked and churned by you the cultivator of my ill faith,
gives birth to a vintage brew,a beverage of sorrow,
One so intoxicating which leaves a drunken ecstasy on your lips.
The image of my pain don't stir sympathy in your wretched soul.
From you there is no care, when the price of my turmoil bring you a profit.
I died because you wanted me to die.
Lived a love that was lie.
In the library of your mind, within the archives, you'll find me inside.
But when you die, your sins won't be able to hide.
And in hell I'll greet you with a smile.

A symphony of Sympathy.
It is love I give, not pity.
Let me be the light in the limitless darkness of your heart.
For then I'll conquer your past and no other shadow will ever be cast.
There is no limit for love, even if it hides behind a mask.

Hesitant to touch even though there are signs of a crush.
Procrastination regulates my heart's rush.
I won't make promises I can't keep.
My dream is to bring you peace and forever make your sadness sleep.

If ever should there be a time when, from your face tears should rain,
I'll lead them away, holding your pain by the reins.
Be my canvas and my emotions will be the brush that forever paints.
For the future that is ever so near, I swear my love will never have restraints

By Mc Bain Sammy

Beneath the shelter of the trees hides a cave that lies in the shade.
From the outside, it seems like a place where darkness never fades.
My plight of fear is wounded by the curiosity’s might.
I venture in with a needless care as if something in there issued me a dare.

The cave is dark like night with lots of things to be seen with light.
From the flames of a torch I could see bats and plants hanging on wall.
At my feet, scurrying on the floor are creatures big and small.
In the life without light, their incessant labors can be seen.

A society divided by a hierarchy where the bottom thrives in a pile of humus.
Ironically, there is no fuss, no resentment of place or any disgust.
They looked beyond individuality and choose unity.
Why couldn’t my world be like this?