Complete Poetry Part - 2 Orchid, Unmirror, Insignificant Self, Clue and Other Poems
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Orquidia
This Fein lives on others,
It requires their blood, their life.
Their self-sacrifice,
Cannot suffice this parasite.
In the end it reborn
Red, and crimson,
Known for her cunning
And self-mortal clash.
Such rare Orquidia
Only exist in the past,
Its seeds drifts
Hoping to find
A final resting place.
Awaiting slowly
For the final day,
Until the recollection
From the orchard…
The only immortal one.
Humans keep on taking…
Its life forsaken!!
In wasted pleasure
For blind’s Beauty
And scented grimace.
Forever chained to us;
Such Flower should be
Left alone in order to be…
TDII:BL
All my life I been The right hand of War
A swift shadow Seeks the flame
That Awakens evil To drain their lies,
Hidden inside all their traditions
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I hear a strange music, The tolling bells
Summoning my old fears Carry the stench of gunpowder
Threatening, Howling ,Like thunder in the wind,
This shadow will haunt me For as long as I shall live(;)
While I hold onto memory War will share my Spirit
I will embrace it Until my final hours
Even if it brings heartache It will Burden all my hopes
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My shadow is forever despising My efforts are fruitless
It denies my desire To build a blue world
Slowly I crumble Beneath this wretched tyranny
I cannot see beyond His will, it cannot be denied
This slavery that I am living ,burns my soul asunder
I am tired of these chains My thoughts grow numb
I slowly become A living shade
The messenger Brings the crimson fire
Singing my own requiem Fueling my dead ire
Bringing my worst horror I hope it does not burn out…
Unmirror
For once I see the harvest moon,
Through this window
smiles the demoness’s fumes;
A smile of tyrants,
A smile of the other side.
I slowly come to realize
As I gaze in the mirror,
That this is my life,
My personal malice.
Yet, I failed to notice,
There is no one standing…
Reverence
The chilling winds
Passed through my eyes,
As I beheld these wimps,
And their foolish pride.
They stand tall
Ashamed to hide,
The scars from their fall.
Their shattered soul
Has forsaken all might,
This cursed woe
Renewed their fight.
Insignificant Self
Buried in our own nature
Lies our own insignificant self
It cries, demands, questions,
And inquires its own nature,
While it hides within itself.
It became so
Since we ignored…
Its woe,
Which spoiled …
Our other side’s desires
Gave birth to this vile soul,
Known as our “first” error,
Becoming today’s crimson horror.
This oblivious existence
Can still change our race.
Eerie
Lately they foretold
Of the coming oblivion’s song,
We should not… I…I should not worry,
For now… I am quite weary
Of THIS terrible, crippling pain,
That rests upon my chest.
Though hope remains
One cannot forget death,
The one that all deny,
The one from whom we try to hide…
Lately
Lately, I am feeling tire,
Lately, I dream of fire,
Burning inside me
Draining all that makes me.
My ashes are burning
Underneath my feet,
This corrosive world
Pulling beneath my feet.
Lately, this woe
Is all that shines,
My greatest foe
Skillfully hides
Inside my soul.
Lately, this world
Is slowly consumed
By countless myths;
I gain new woes
Along with foes.
In the same manner
That I begin to open;
The tides grow colder,
Renewing my old woe.
Category #1
Terrible, evil human,
This is his cursed form,
Though he differs,
In his true essence,
Still he remains human!
He lives his life,
Trapped inside the wheels
Of life’s routine.
In his struggle to survive;
He Tries desperately to hold
Onto those things left untold.
At first he was born
With the “gift”.
Yet, like the rest
it escaped him.
While it fades, the gift,
We appear to fit
Into this lose
And flawed form.
Not suppose… to.
Suppose … to.
Tis’ the same tune
Of our gloom,
Starting this life anew.
Bringing forth spring’s renewal;
Slowly leaning, and growing
What is it all for?
Meanwhile, others
Thirsty with greedy vengeance,
Are consumed by him.
Some are homicidal,
Others suicidal,
Some became madmen,
Others harsh warmongers.
I ask you, please tell me
What is the difference?
What makes us shine?
Have we lost our hue?
How do can we hide
From these angry eyes?
That of which
That of which is said
Is the thing desired by most.
However, that which is not said
Becomes the prized host.
How can something that is not said,
Be yearn by those who never heard?
And that which his not seen
Is the thing we claimed
To be our true yearning.
That which we never felt,
Breathes softly by our neck.
The taste for blood
Is without being,
And also tingling.
This fire is so vile
And inhumane.
That which is unknown
Still breathes within our soul,
This ancient vile woe
That fires our crimson flow.
Forever lacking
A Sympathetic eye,
Their gift to me
Is this inhumane
Malicious fire,
Attention we desire!
This thing that cannot be
Has the become the fuel
For the bonding fire.
That we begun sharing
With this hollow woe.
Necro I. and A. Vision
Far above, I reach for the sky Beneath this marble plate
Failure stops me again For Now sleeps my past sorrow
I begin to gaze and remember The time once forgotten,
The old discarded blood, stirs my woe anew
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The memories of better times When I used to be happy …
Stir restlessly finding nothing The discarded soul seeks
Not place to rest, but A moment of bliss
I still keep seeking This one-day promise
About the new Fertile Crescent Has Become my bane
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I wonder how I became A cursed barricade
This cursed mark, That slowly consumed
My lagoon of memories (,) My beating heart
Awakens my green moon In a desperate search
I can only hope For a swift end
To greet with open arms To find the reason
Some one to bring me home To cure this emptiness
Mean without a cause
Whatever I said
Back then
I am sorry !!
Whatever fiery
Curses I sent
I will repent…
I was mean without a cause,
Just simply because
Of your muted desires
Cause the bursting of my ire.
Please forgo…
I truly am sorry…
Yet deep inside,
To the left of my strive,
Lied the fact
I truly meant it so.
My heart disproves my words;
For I am cold without a cause.
This is my last call,
Will you forgive my faults,
For I am mean without a cause.
NOT!
<smile>
Too Much Of the Wrong Thing
I have slowly become
This amorphous demon,
My old form has been forsaken.
Your lack of compassion
Has god’s sake shutdown,
This dreadful poison
Has made our morals corrupted.
Our destructive egos
Has corrodes our home,
This malady makes me
Convulse with desperation.
The role has been simplified:
The more money there is,
The more woe exists.
As our woes increase in values
There rise 1000 men, oblivious,
This treachery they follow
Has made me wonder
Who was who stabbed me last?
Have you no guilt?
This desperate resonating thirst,
Knows no true rest
From your downcast eyes.
My greatest desire
Becomes your ire;
To see your crimson eyes
Filled with pain,
Filled with rage.
These small drops
Surrounds my pain.
Lately there is …
There is too much
Of the wrong thing.
Category #2
The weight of the world we carry in our shoulders
Even now, its pulling us down,
Rest assure, my friend, that we have strong shoulders;
Even though you weight a lot.
To us is our every day job
Though enjoyment it lacks,
Envy, pleasure and passion
Please tell me what they are.
Oh! The thrill of victory…
We savor its fruit vigorously,
Even now it’s fresh on my lips.
You enjoy wrecking asunder all
Who stand shoulder to shoulder,
Even if we share the same flag
Our home signature differs.
Yet, you mercilessly prefer
The beating heart of vengeance.
You see, we feed our woe
With your resonating lies,
All true resolve forsaken
We slowly push on
Hearing our echoes,
Pushing us forward.
They reminds us,
Of the new Eve in earth
Every faced owned a smile
Soon he came, and no…
He opened the door,
Bringing down this misery.
Our pace eternally slowed,
Yet, our road not lost.
To us he was once a leader
Yet, his betrayal is at hand.
As soon as this happen
Our mark of shame
Became our true name;
Our heart beats
Hold no more songs,
Resting above the shadow
We prepare the last harvest
The flames are cold, starving.
Traitors
Traitors !!!
Our will is unforgiving,
Our life is sinking,
I’ll flee this boat !!!
I won’t stay,
And die like the rest.
“Traitors !!!
Like a good soldier stay,
How could you leave us?
Leave us to our doom”
-They yelled as we fled
A voice from above…
Is he the master of days ?
He will tell us if we must end our days
“Why do you leave now?
There really is no proper
Reason for running,
Selfish both sides are.”
-Are both selfish?
“This is what you are,
No other side
Is worth more.
Both are the same coin.”
Clue
I ain’t got a clue
What the hell is going on,
Yet, I still press on
With my head like a gun.
This is my fate
To be consumed by hate,
Without my mate
The end hurries on.
For you its fun
However, it ain’t.
This is what we get
From your mistake.
For this very reason,
I yearn to release this stake;
The stake inside
Draining my left side.
I ain’t got… a damn clue,
What the hell is going on?
For some reason, I still press on
With my head’s gun.
In our thoughts lie
Nothing, but the lies.
Within my soul.
However, still shines
The one true eyes.
It is strange
This war we wage,
Against our brothers
Heedless of honors.
I have not the slightest clue,
What the hell is going on?
Yet, obliviously I still go on
With the trigger in my head … there is the Gun.
Our greatest performance
Comes without a purpose,
Only those whose
Tarnished gray furies,
Can master the ancient art;
The art of abandonment,
That made our man
Into this shadow
Of a new beginning.
From this catastrophe
Our ashes where reborn
Into these automatons;
Mindless, worthless,
Indolent automatons,
Without a mind of their own,
Only their written protocols.
As my steps lead me forward,
I start to realize,
That in this life
We ain’t got a clue,
What the hell is going on?
Yet we still press on,
With our head like a gun.
Short Poem .001
Please remember me with joy,
As you tear my life away.
With scorn…ful desire…
Be gone, thy fire,
Please don’t tare
what little life,
remains in me.
Oh! song of melancholy,
Make us a new song,
Filled with melancholy.
Make our love begin
Anew… to swell.
Please forget me with joy,
Don’t you dare toy
With my animosity.
Sonnet 1
Beyond laid the white caps engulfed in heaven sands.
Thin as it maybe, after this travel, unnoticeable.
For its touch is as if it came from a dead man’s hand.
Apollo begins his pursue of night for the wait is unbearable.
After making this far to die is but a dead man’s whisper.
Our essence slowly becomes a depleted fossil, sinking.
For our guts devours our very energy, becoming weaker.
Confused we saw a light at the distance further, tinkling.
The iron cross within our soul became foul’s hope.
For our current state made our eyes distrusting, delusional.
The shinning star still makes our sorrows cope.
They soon become countless without… irrational!
Our crying desperation reached the undying oblivion.
In the end, our eyes became aware of our disillusion.
Pity Perspective
While I rested, the rain fell, I hear the roaring thunder
It scorched the harsh soil The cold in my back
I felt(,) my breath departing Brought the horrid sorrow
As I lay shivering With the fear of another day
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As they mix with my tears The pity begins to rise,
Over those ancient sorrows Who swiftly left behind
,The ones who rested on this Solemn vengeance(?)
the hard, cold vengeance, How did this malady begin?
**** ****
I pity those who venture Out in this life
In search of the pulse Fresh with our hatred,
Beating, as it hides Lies our true nature,
Please answer why My convinced strive turns
This leads toward ,Down toward the inferno,
The harvester’s crop It hopes of to find
It ripen, golden with The desire to surrender
This different idea Beneath this blue ember
Catastrophe
Catastrophe has become my shadow,
A new beginning for me.
Today I swallow this bitter pill;
All my pride has been forsaken.
So my struggle leaves me be,
This sorrow brings my
Remembrance of this day;
Only the shine of tomorrow
Pervades the closing oblivion.
However, her power remains unknown
Even if the stars remain the same.
Hearth
This is our last member,
Together we tare our feathers,
In order to enter this hell.
Only to see whatever
Their hearths contain.
For once last night I saw your
Grimace beneath the twilight,
That stilled our hearths like the moon.
In distress, I relived that fright.
With my only … my only self,
For now, I have only my tselem
To share a piece of heaven.
This loneliness made me love you;
Yet, I still see beyond this doom
One day we’ll reclaim the moon.
LJ…
On earth I define the true lies;
I was told this world was a foe.
I slowly saw these lies as mine.
Thinking back, I see my true woe.
Help, this malady consumes me!
Wondering the endless roads,
Fearing to see my steps falter.
Fearlessly searching for a purpose,
My one true wish never came true.
Soon I hope to accept, their wish.
Trinity Moon
I see people walking around
Needing this disguise,
This is why I hide these eyes.
For they truly are hounds,
Growling and howling,
Under this green moon.
Feeling the sand fall,
Their hourglass drifts on,
As my will begins to fade.
Rest assure, they come
With bursting flames;
The foes we sought for
Will be no more, gone.
In the end, this false hope
Discarded the death’s mask,
So, just embrace it
And yield to the ax.
Live a Lie
Every day soon I am welcoming doom
I hope to be good yet I am not able to abide
for me it becomes harder this dangerous dream
is a bane of my life is done, My peace is gone
**** ****
You all too soon While questioning my gloom
Step in my wounds Once again, again
Trying to stop its health I cry out my howling doom
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Within this malady Tuning into our agony,
The realization became This faceless orchard,
The tomorrow comes soon He turns us into fumes
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The bitter, futile effort I cannot stand in this song
Reminding me that I live These allies that always lie,
I dare not cast aside They Keep the machine turning
This cryptic open door Maintaining common things,
For now, I am Like such strong heads,
Doomed forever, In these resonating lies
Pity’s Woes
In my life
I lived enticed,
All by myself; so alone,
Such is my pity’s woes
Pity’s woes…
I now see,
this trail I begun,
Taking for granted,
Makes my eyes blankets
Transforming my reason.
As I whine about this world,
The truth becomes clear…
Pity’s woes…
For this crime we pay
Is this life in disgrace,
The shadow of today
Awakens the houses;
Being forced to change…
Into pity’s woes
Pity’s woes…
Go forth and pierce
The pulsating core,
In this way the truth
will lift the cross;
Never deny it.
Only fight it.
Come with the sword
And become pity’s woes,
Praying with our foes,
Hoping to find the hope
In order to cope…
You pity those
Who did not forge,
Your Pity’s woes.
Today Beyond Tomorrow
After years of searching
Could this be the one?
The one true thing,
My only one.
I must never succumb to despair,
Yet, in this blissful sorrow;
Pierced by this screeching horror
The light brings forth tomorrow.
Could it end my poems of woe?
Or could it sprout a new foe?
Despair me not,
Never yield to the fire!
This cursed woe,
Has filled my desire.
For it is my shining star
Hiding in the house Scorpion;
At least for the remainder
Of this time, my champion.
Will always remain blinded,
What does Chromos holds?
Could this be love’s fire?
Or just the blinding
Need to quench the fire?
I won’t have it!
This everlasting pain…
Now discard it!
This piercing soul
Finds no rest in…
Beyond this flare
Dies my compassion,
I shall never share,
Crush the competition.
This change unwanted,
This foul poison
Pulses in my veins,
Bringing this red mist.
The surging winds,
Defiles my lair.
She has found me!!
My tselem I behold…
So ill gotten…
Now forgotten,
He must be forsaken.
In this tender field
Together forever…
I shall never, never,
Release my shield.
Your form discarded,
Your vision distorted,
Today you are dead.
Never a Venus,
Never as Juno,
This parasite
Has left my site.
This was nothing,
But desire,
My ire
Has risen
With the fire,
Of the sun, rising…
I shall live
Today beyond tomorrow.