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The Garden of EdenAway from the smoke, away I go,
Away from the noise and the black snow.
No more will I labour before a machine,
Instead I'll work outside in the green.
Leaving behind the boring monotony,
I'll go and find a life of beauty,
For I will once again be in freedom,
Like we started, in the Garden of Eden.
I Am WinterI warn you, I'm blizzards by the dozen,
Each surface glassy ice and powder snow,
Frost, sleet, hail, and all else that is frozen,
Is all that I am, is all that I know.
It seems that she'd been with me since the bud,
With me before I existed at all,
She said she wanted love, she took my blood,
Her teeth in my vein, she drained all my soul.
Her breath is vanilla, part of her spell,
And I thought it would be mine to keep,
I gave her my heart, she took it as well,
Like slipping into cold eternal sleep.
Lips on mine drank my warmth, she's the hunter,
I'm all that she left me, I am winter.
Pandora's BoxAt first I loathed that woman,
Pandora, who released the evils,
Into the world we live in,
And destroyed the human race.
But then I reconsidered,
For she had kept trapped the evil,
Of foresight, and had given us,
The light in the darkness,
The hero in war,
The one who nursed us from birth,
Like a glow in the fog,
Like a numb in the pain,
It is the silver lining on the cloud,
Hope, happiness, haven,
We owe it all to the woman,
Who let out all the horrors, except one,
And became both mankind's villain, and hero.
I Once Was BeautifulTime, 'tis he who allows the flowers grow,
Then throws them away as dust on the ground,
Time, 'tis he who lets beauty come and go,
When he spins and whirls the seasons around.
He changes the living things in the world,
Steals away from us our looks, our beauty,
Leaving only ancient ruins unfurled,
Though he is doing naught but his duty,
He is no villain, no not in the least,
Only he compels us to learn and grow,
With age comes wisdom, like sun in the East,
He will teach us all we will ever know.
I remember yes, remember I do,
Of a time when my mind was still young,
When I laughed and played in the water blue,
And each and everyday I danced and sung.
I do not resent that he took my youth,
Otherwise I'd be forever a child,
I'd rather be old, and know of truth,
Than live ignorant, juvenile, and wild.
But indeed, for this I have paid a price,
Now my air, my energy has faded,
But no, this exchange has no major vice,
For never will I ever feel jaded.
Now I am aged and may seem pitiful,
Not YouI thought there was a black hole,
In my chest, where others have a heart.
I've hurt so many and not cared at all,
But now there's a feeling which just won't part.
I see you standing there,
A victim you would have been,
But now I sit and stare,
Now I think differently.
Your innocence and your beauty,
The look you have in your eyes,
Took me back abruptly,
Took me by surprise.
You befriended me, unaware,
Then started changing me too.
I can't continue, no I can't bear,
To do what I planned to do.
Is this love no it cannot be,
Surely that couldn't come from,
Someone as heartless as me,
Or perhaps I'm wrong.
This I've never felt before,
What is it that you do?
I only know that I can't hurt you anymore,
No, not you.
The Broken Pieces of Her Sh...The Broken Pieces of Her Shattered Heart
Silence Harrol sat at the loom, working her fast, slender fingers along the threads that would soon be her wedding dress. Her parents had been so excited when they told her that she was betrothed to Henry Almington, the local business personage. Of course, no one listened to her objections, that he was an arrogant drunkard who cared for nothing but money, and that he was drastically older than her, in his thirties, while she was only fifteen.
The bells tolled, "I now give you Mrs. Almington" Mrs. Almington, Mrs. Almington, Almington, Almington. The name rang in Silence's ears, the name she would have to bear like a curse for the rest of her life.
6 Years Later
Silence Almington slowly stirred the stew that would soon be dinner. It was the meal she cooked every night for her husband when he returned home to hurl abuse at her. She was nothing more than a slave. During the early days of their marriage he had treated her kindly, even s
Breaking Fall The morning rain fell around me, shining slightly in the light of the small sliver of sun that was beginning to peer over from the East. The movie set I was shooting on was located on a picturesque stretch of grassland, which would have appeared like a Garden if Eden of sorts if it wasn't for the plumes of dark grey city-smoke on the horizon. The cross-country train station was completely deserted. Perfect. There was no one to see me, no one to find me, no one to recognise me...
"Mr Parker, Mr Parker!" came the shrill cries of the paparazzi as the world famous movie star fought his way from the set back to his trailer. "Could you answer a few questions?" He ignored the onslaught and pushed his way past the hordes of fans, journalists, and magazine photographers. He didn't need this, not now. He had just received the worst phone call of his life and they wanted him to interrogate him about it? "Will you give us a quote?" He
MilagroShe lay on the narrow bed, connected to an almost frightening array of tubes, needles, and drips. Snatches of conversation flitted in and out of her awareness.
" massive internal injury "
" close to death "
" no response "
" organs will fail if she does not wake soon "
She wanted to wake up. She tried so hard, but after two days of trying the small sliver of consciousness she was struggling to reach was only moving further and further away. And she was tired, so very tired.
On the fifth day she stopped fighting.
* * *
That voice. His voice.
"Evelyn, it's me, Adam."
Goodbye Adam. I'm sorry, I can't go on.
Something soft and small slipped into her hand.
"Remember the orange blossom I gave you on our wedding day? We both made promises that day. Fight this Evelyn. Wake up. Come back to me."
I can't fight anymore.
She felt something warm wrap around her fingers. Instinctively, they tightened.
"I know you can hear
Lady DeathThey think Death is the Reaper,
Carrying his scythe,
Able to disappear into vapour,
Like a shadow in light.
But no, Death takes the shape,
Of a person, a woman at that,
With a pitch black cloak a flowing cape,
A crucifix of coal, and grace like a cat.
On rhinestone boots she treads the land,
With midnight eyes she tracks her prey,
A spear of onyx in her hand,
Her hair of ink soaking up every sun's ray.
She dons a studded ebonite vest,
With denim of iron sitting on her hip
A blood stained cutlass at her wrist,
Rings of beryl through her lip.
Her ears are pierced with needle sharp bone,
Her eyelids smudged with ash,
Her mouth a deep, blood-red tone,
the colour of night on each eyelash.
So who is this Queen of Darkness?
Who can she be?
An answer finally comes to a question ageless.
Death, is me.
A Maker's Thoughts
How do you tell those you love the most
That you truly want to die?
That you've lost the will the live
Lost the will to even try
I was uncertain of these thoughts at first
When they slowly began to rise
Was I merely going through elder crisis?
Were they merely wicked lies?
Or did I truly yearn for a permanent slumber?
To finally rest my ancient head
Was my desire to greet the burning dawn
Truly what I craved, for the light to be my bed?
When I think on it I have decided
All I have I care not for
Save for the safety of the one I cannot release
This lethal beauty for whom my heart is tore
Not wanting to lose my first turned child
I should have let him go so very long ago
Should have granted him the gift of freedom
But a father's pride refused to let him go
And now the love I have from him
Had nearly taken him from me
Placed in danger, not once but twice
All by my doing, too blind was I too see
Now it's all too late, I've made serious mistakes
I swore I would make amends
At this late in t
Two Dead BoysLadies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A blind man came to watch fair play,
A mute man came to shout "Horray!"
A deaf policeman heard the noise and
Came to stop those two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,
In a two-story house on a vacant lot;
A man with no legs came walking by,
and kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The long black hearse came to cart him away,
But he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of the big round table,
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;
But if you doubt my lies are true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.
Shall I Bring You Despair?And so it has come to this.
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...
Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying fo
VictoriousYou don't know what this means to me.
Having to be lost, forgotten...me.
I don't really know how to feel.
Knowing I never had something real.
Don't apologize, you broke no deal.
And it doesn't matter how I feel.
It's almost like my world stopped spinning.
Just knowing this nothing is ending,
Should I be crying or smiling?
Cause there wont be a new beginning.
I've decided not to do this again.
I don't want to try to have a real friend.
Why bother, when all good things end.
And old tears will never mend.
I am worthy, at least in his eyes.
You never deserved the lows or the highs.
My leaving shouldn't be a suprise.
One day you will fall, and I shall rise.
You don't know what this means to me.
I am his, victorious...me.
Resolution: I Love YouStarting over
Making me resolute
Give me hope
Give me chance
To continue life's glorious dance
Love me, dear
Love me true
Help me love something new
I sincerely resolve
To be true to you
Forever and always
That is how long I will Love You.
AlcoholicYou saw God
swaying in your vodka smeared dreams
living in a picket fence Suburbia,
how things have changed.
You saw everything
in the rhythm of your shot glass.
Love was never guaranteed.
Binge, obsession is a taste
I can't rid myself of.
I never see God in my Smirnoff,
but it hits cold and terrifying
just like how I remember you
so I keep drinking
until it tastes like hate.
Son of Northern ColdI am a son of northern cold
Of tree and water and stone
I will not be taken or sold
My pride runs deep in my bones
I am a son of a tribe old as stone
Of a warrior father and leader mother
I will not stand aside for some foreign throne
My trust is in those that I call brother
They came with their banners, eagle bearing
In numbers and ranks, much more were needed
With sword and with shield, they're so daring
They should have listened, our warning heeded
They took the south but the north gave no ground
We held fast and strong, defending our home
Try as they might we refused to be bound
Retreating they fled, back to their Rome
Each battle grows longer
The enemy becomes bolder
But in blood we've grown stronger
Our hopes and dreams carried on our shoulders
On the battle field now
With bow and with arrow
I face a Roman who refuses to bow
His gaze is blue as a creek and just as narrow
My face painted blue and his armour is bloodied
We face one another, enemies through and through
I speak in hi
I salute the soldiers
Who stand strong and true
I fight under
The red, white, and glorious blue
I salute the soldiers
Respectful and fair
I salute the soldiers
Who risk all
Who fight for their country
Who pass on with pride
I uphold their dignity
Their faithful stride
I salute the soldiers
Who cast their fear aside
I salute the soldiers
Who leave behind
Family and friends
Old life and where they reside
Who stand tall
Brave against the fight
I salute the soldiers
They are a beautiful sight
To the FatherThe trees turn green, the rose petals turn red,
And everywhere you can see there is life.
Then it all leaves and goes dark overhead,
Like the living and the dead are in strife.
'Tis all your work, your everlasting game,
For it's you who makes the seasons spin 'round.
Allowing the plants to achieve their aim,
Then taking to away without a sound.
But you are no villain, not not at all,
Without you we'd live in ignorance.
for no one but you can teach us our call,
Without your guidance we'd not have a chance.
You are the river of the water flow,
You are the ray piercing the canopy,
You give is our life and you make us grow,
You give us wisdom to live happily.
When "Father" I hear the altar bells chime,
I think not of god, but you, Father Time.
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