Faith around her FingerThe hollow, perfect circle.A ladies perceptionmoldingher influential sphereand my will to consolidateher finger-blinding likemadness won't remember. I sank into my chestpounding regresslyto still my heartlike thedeepest drum.I cast wearily, and fecklessuponwrath so recklessas a kiss without warning deceit,lashed outfrom its hollow mask like the cruelestfeatureis a foolshe had leadand a taste of his desire.
Global-Eyed-Nation Surveillance and world order. My ipseity.
The Winter Balladclaiming theskywas alabaster mist'sof many cloudsnowgathered graywhere wintertoiledatheavens frayfelled anearthO're frozenfearfrom silkenmeshes to flurryfro'and gelidshanksthatweather cold an icy browfor whettedtearsand solstice weptinto theiryears
Love is a Memory I am the callus over your feme sole, where once we bed as lions. vestigial voracious our nostalgic clash that battle breath and sleuth for each lunguncastrated, like airwaswroth and desperate.
Sunlight and Torpid Bliss.Carless nature. Pessimistic ofalabaster columns,tinctured into azures gradation and penumbra façades.Thoughtless as wings to strumthe vocal air,nor whim of its limbs.I care not about darkness aged onto the grass;Not for all the quiet hoursof a greyand thoughtless, memory.
The Pole of Two ExtremitiesI am allleft in meOurs. The sea. Died in its dream.I am whereyou left me shore unwanted of its memoriesas promises are meant to be.We could have had it alleternallyenthralled from that shit you called a heart fathomless and dark eternity to crawleternity that fall (break...)Let me find youlet me hold youlet me love youlet me kill youChorus: 2xLet us have the oceansLet drift an endless, past Let drown the shallow love of lies where once, I follow like guile, deep and endless fathoms-Made fools of the earth.break....... For lovenever meant to beWhere it ventured deepand held too tightlysmothered depths that dreamt so lightly, a darkest dream for abyss, shone brightly. I'll remain where you cannot be and breathe as you exhalethe final breathof what
PrayerPlace your poemson the lips of angelsso you can teach their wingshow it feels to flyalways upward.Mark the summer eveningssoon to comewith the gracethat carried youamong us,warm and cherished softlyand know we will always placeyour wordsamong the stars.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
The ArtistShe talked to rocks, asking them if they’d be happyTo leave their home for her newest installation pieceShe cried sometimes for no reason other thanShe felt like having a good cryHer house was covered in her students’ drawingsShe said the best art was produced from innocenceShe went mad once, and painted canvas after canvasIn furious strokes of blackThe soft blue world of youth at last faded, she grew oldPeople shook their heads when they saw herAnd whispered “poor dear” under their breathBut she was never poorHer love for everything and everyone never diedIt was swept in all directions like a summer breezeMaking people smile without knowing whyBut the river rocks know
RememberDon't close your heartTo the worldEven if it's cruelDon't see emotionsAs a sign of weaknessNo matter what others sayDon't ignoreThe ones in needHelp them insteadDon't thinkYou have to be toughTo be someoneAnd before you judge othersFor their issues and problemsRememberAlways rememberThe burdened heartsAre the most compassionate ones
RIP Paul Gray SlipknotPaul Gray:You were 38 years youngbut you've passed away.You have joined the Rev,Dimebag, Peter Steeleand Ronnie James Dio.Wherever you are,you are rocking out.Together you'll makeone hell of a band!While you rest in peace -look over your wife Brenna,and the babyyou were expecting.The pig,as you were knownfor your maskresembled one -you cannot be replaced.Slipknot, have hit the knot;Things will never be the sameagain.RIP Paul GrayApril 8, 1972 May 24, 2010
A White Wedding Your flowing gown ofWhite Lies.