He did break his strength and he did get to know this woman of heartbreak and sin. He fulfilled his debt by fulfilling her lust but no thoughts of this witch lived inside his head. Only the beauty of the one he lost lived on. He slept with this woman, in scorn in hatred andContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl : Part III”
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The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl: Part II
The Cards of logic stop man from such fates. Yet no. The cruel man lay down at the hands of the other. A smoking barrel and sting paranoia as the rush away began. So lies dead the worthless soul that did rob our hero. So off into the world of fugative he did run. WithContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl: Part II”
The Battle, The Ballad, and the Girl. PART I
And so begins such as a simple pair are born. To souls of opposite ends and sexs apart in the lines of North and South. What light she grew into of state and health, and such a rage did he. Drunk on his families toil in the vineyard, in any constant euphoric rush. Alone onContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and the Girl. PART I”
The Ballad, The Battle, and the Girl : Prelude
And so now it begins, a constant angry and extensive rank and scroll of rage and charge. So of always used words and wards. Heart and soul and every poetic truth and cliche. So cruel in its delivery So Sweet in reward. Yet as is and as always, so uninsightful yet so. Shine and mareContinue reading “The Ballad, The Battle, and the Girl : Prelude”
Our Strength
What question can one have, of the love of strength? Do we not all love the strong, Do we not revere them worship them follow them? Weak is the coward For no ignorant is strong for ignorance is weakness in itself whether or not in mass. So I stand, and raise cheers and praise toContinue reading “Our Strength”
Damned Be Surrender
Damned be our surrender and rest our treaties. Peak in the words of your own and in dignity. What humble treats are these, What soft words they be. Soft which to be heard, and fallen on one knee. 9/24/10
Deprived, Depraved, and Still
Know what we are, the fear. Do not lace and draw the wind or the willows. To be like they are, To see as they see. Weary of two, and one. Clear and appeared, become like another want and need lacking only what is of want to lack and be little of, Deprived, Depraved andContinue reading “Deprived, Depraved, and Still”
Morn and Mortuary
Fear benign of exile are taken away by belief. Lonely haze, and there are no other descriptions. Ode to the addictions rush, always in the underhand bridge of night. Magnetic in disillusion by abstract bubble and vomit. Gifted oils and silver In morn and mortuary of their lad and frequent previous owners. Always excited byContinue reading “Morn and Mortuary”
Said as was and To be as Such
Beautiful, but stripped of rhythm upon its very stage. It is its world. It is so dropped and below that it is to be as such. Consistent yes and an answer to it’s own question but as said before, was said to be as such. 10/29/10
The Rhyme of Such Idle Hours
Pass such idle hours in drawn out lonely haste, Lost in struggle and in such place. Tinted with such ambience of not, Touched with the exclusion of such lot. In the bleak, and the humble, of sound. 10/29/10
The Name
The Name, The name, For the love of truth and god, give the word give the name. Share its voice, Now be so stated in your chance, in your guard. and be regarded as what you are. 1/18/11
Smile, and Still Thine Own
Still you be at rest, in this moment and to thine own. Still be thy spirit, Still be thy feet. It is time to not be at that which is time. Love thy lustful heartbeat, Prepare, thy time shall come. Smile, Smile and still thine own. 9/28/10
Such Faces Beyond Faces
Such Faces Beyond Faces, Such Sound beyond Sound, Such sight beyond sight, Such fair beyond Fair, Such matters of trifle, Cliche, weary, and hollow do lose their promise. But in time… in time… All in good time.
