DEMOCRACYDemocracyDEMOCRACY
Millions of hands lifted you up Upon the pedestal, the lighthouse at sea We cheered for you, our saviour To command us like a god We chose you democratically
But choosing you is the only voice we had.
Cries blotted out like spelling errors In the diary inside your briefcase All our feelings and fears locked out By a three number code.
Shackled, you drag her to war On a trail of blood to Basra The tears she cry will flood the ocean And clean your bloodstained hands.
Air polluted by your lies Poison innocent lun
ReturnRETURNReturn
My throbbing heart forever scarred As out of the wound I pluck The shrapnel pieces of my past The thorn the weapon of my sweet stabbing Red honey oozes out of the poison we suck.
Nostalgia’s golden letter knife Cuts into me the deepest Histories chain letter binds me Restraints of my own creation Won’t let me in peace rest.
Out bleeds all the tears I cried Drank by guilt with youthful eyes Pure waters tainted with lustful fruit The sun dries my meadow of forgiveness Barren except for blossoming sighs
Surgeon
Hark to the heartHARK TO THE HEARTHark to the heart
Hark, Can you hear the music Lovebirds’ song like the lire The rainbow chords of Apollo Blended into the alchemists bow Quavers and clefs perfume the air With the sugary sweetness of loving care
Dawn awakens you with rosy fingers Petal confetti smothers the sky with sun kisses The lips a gleaming smile Whispering in sonnet style The words that hug the icy bottom of the soul No longer is one the whole.
Hark, listen to gentle breath And the silence of the night In each lovers eye grows a star The crown of the he
The Majesty of EnmityThe Majesty of EnmityThe Majesty of Enmity
Happiness corrupted by the ravishment In the hotbed of flame licked rage Armoured fist clinched passions hell-bent Upon the mutiny of my imperial soul My beautiful Savannah turned into Gehenna.
Libidinous hunger has been lit Roasting me over the fire like a succulent pig Sour forked tongue and venomous spit Tints the lava in my veins My Savannah a barren meadow
Hate is to my heart a travesty
Beating muscle inert under the farrier’s ill fortune Horseshoe crafted by animosity Is the anchor on my back Thrus
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
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"People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid. "
- Soren Aabye Kierkegaard (1813-1855)
The old addage don't judge a book by it's cover has become obsolete. in todays world we would all rather be judged by our
Well, anyways, I think I'll drop you a comment. Looks like you could use some.
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"The Knowledge! It FILLS me!! It is NEAT!!!"
~Gir~ from Invader Zim
"Of all the things I've lost, i miss my mind the most."
"stuff is kewl" ~me
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"Yes, I am crazy."
Peace, Love, and Yahweh!! "^_^"
And yes, it does vaguely remind me of Haku, too...
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