Closer to the Light

Lets forget all that we knew,

tame all our temptaions,

give malificent advise to our kin.

All anew and all dissmised,

the skin dries up with foreboding tones,

tears play out the cello,

an orgasmic sound rumbles in and out.

Even killing these last few seconds,

holds me closer and tangles tight.

I blew out the last candle,

out flies sparks corrosing and colapsing  the light.

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - Purple Heart

And here we are again young lover of a devastated war,

your garden has grown to wither past beneath the nearby graveyards.

Lost shades of admiration shift from season to season,

 impressing those who doubted your glory.

 May the winter come and stay for decades,

bringing forth cries and shouts,

happiness falls from the skies,

eyes blacken at the tip of restlessness.

Listen closely to the sound of the horses marching forward,

the Angels glisten at night, beam optimism into the heartless.

Against your will I'll take you there,

broken promises and white lies are spread.

 

Those awful pleas hang above the hovering night children,

stroking the winds and passing for dead.

The blood they drink returns their life,

warm so delicious one once said.

He breathes in the souls of drunken soldiers,

now and forever to serve in war.

And here you are again broken and wounded,

purple heart has been awarded.

Rest your bones and prepare for battle,

His majesty confounds the fraggile,

liking every touch you ever made.

So say your leave and don't come back,

kill all your friends and dress in black.

Ezekiel 25:17

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

 

Never knows best.

Fall is here, leaves drop colored in brown and red.

New bones rise from the ground collecting tidbits of information to pass along the future generation. The crowd now gathers 'round the fire chanting spells of a thousand years in adoration. Mother lays awake to demonic expressions, soon to be crying out for refuge.
She ran wild, summoning the beast that slays. Out at night with the moon following quietly behind, lighting the dark path towards the horizon.
The world I once loved is going away, leaving no signs of return for the misused. Green shelters fuse along the wooden branches, like moss growing on a dead corpse. And alone again, we'll all be.

Pick up your heart boy, it's only a temporary sickness which consumes the light you hold so dearly. These last few pedals crawl beneath my shoulders evolving into white feathers, composing wings of godly progressions. Spring forward were the unbeknown dig holes the size of oxes...

Now a man in the distance holds in his right hand a bundle of treasures, "Once we walked in the sunlight. Cover me I've felt the holy divine tear right through my soul."

Grizzly Bear

For those who have heart, I give you Grizzly Bear

Warrior by the sea

Clouds black as the ashes torment the horizon,

building storms of winds.

The thunder claps so violent,  

only a second of grace between the hearing or heard. 

At last you give into the sins of the flesh, 

your breath constricts so tightly, blood red tears are shed to the sea.

My soldier of war, 

you come for shelter and beg like a savage. 

You say you'r not alone, 

so I'll make you my own. 

Pile on the unwashed clothes by the stove,

 they'll burn so splendid, 

no one will ever know that your where here.

The leave is welcomed, 

I've grown to adapt, and survive.

It happened , the sun shined. 

The demons grow meek at the touch of light.

Warrior of God, 

please return when needed. 

Cruel Intentions

Oh the night, it calls for revenge.

Delightfully awake I lie, awaiting his arrival. 

Dull dreams pass so lucid. Loud pipes pass to drown out your plead.

Stars fall like meteors, going round round round, you better hide hide hide.

Now the lights wont blind us anymore. We'll roam this earth once more, forever in darkness.

Our vengeance will be set in stone, he's got a message and a plan named justice.

Walking down a bear plain in Reno Nevada, he's digging up a 6 footer.

The satisfaction's his for the night.

Now the music plays out loud, you're strings been cut short.  

How much longer? who knows, it matters for the dastard. 

It wont be any longer, poor bastard.

Sound the alarm, it's taste like retribution tonight. 

I'll keep an eye out for the pigs and clean the mess you've made.

Quiet now, the struggle is quite pointless.

We'll say a prayer, throw in some roses. The damned die quick.

Sleep now so soundless. Your hands are tainted red.

I'll wash them off, they'll bear no malice.

The brink of daylight brings remorse in no way.

The night forgets, its almost a dream. 

Adventures

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - Immanuel

Blessed are the fallen; When time turns to dust, our wings burn off our shoulders. Even in the long departure from heaven, we seem to mesmerize the final stages of human nature. His hand, most almighty, cast down His punishment in which I suffer dearly. The road we lead ourselves to, paints the picture clearly for all to see, and at which God says and enchants," It's for your own good," to this my back ignites throwing my arms in forgiveness only to be shun out by bright ambitions, sacred to the heart. At this the fall begins and ends in earth. Only those who choose to bow to a sleeping king shall corrupt the weakened, torture the poor, break the fragile ones, and destroy the advancements in spiritual healing.
     My treacherous thoughts render me of any innocence I have left of my childhood; at which times of so long ago seem so close almost tangible. So incapable of seeing the truth right in front of our eyes-bear naked- blinking would only kill a second.
     In my time of dying, when I release all my darkest of secrets, the world and heaven will come together at last, in one final terrible battle completely abolishing all living beings, in a selfish act of war! That's when I'll be reborn. Pitch black feathers made of mother nature. I will rise with my fallen soldiers to take whats rightfully mine..... 

Tress and Hills

Cut away from the shouts and yells,
just leave the door unlocked,
come inside when their all outside,
I'll keep us sane in here.
Throw away all the shit you hear,
no one sees you run around,
in the dark through the trees and hills.
I'll show up fashionably late again.
Race around,
make tidal waves,
so absurd,
the turns make you vomit.
So now I'm lying here for you,
patient and seductive.
Not now,
write me some other time,
play me another tune.
Stop here,
I'll walk myself back home,
I'll walk myself back home,
I'll walk.

Trouble

A weightless, semi-erotic kind of view, stands close to the timid and painful. 

Is this maroon gaze you give me tear my poor eyes apart?

So sing it to the deaf, blind and mute.

Salvaging all drugs for you my dear.

Bloom in view for others to see and let them wash you off their skin.

Bloom for few, cast a shadow so gargantuan it swallows the whole sky.

So faithful but drunk you are on these cold nights.

I get sick once midnight strikes. 

Never will I wait for you across the sea.

I'll get the feeling in my pit like needless scrapping down an icicle.

If I fall, don't blink twice, fall down with me to the last floor and let the sirens of ambulances,

be the last of wordily noises.   

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - Don't ask

It was  cold the night you forgave me, my tears fell so quietly down my cheek.

Such strong words seem meek.

It came undone, unfastened by glycerin.

The flames consumed you whole, and i'll ask, "was it worth it?"

Dark was the night

breathe

You've been hallowed out good.

They tried to hold me under ground, with so many false hopes.

Now you got two days older, you try to speak of the truth, but your eyes they hide.

Well I've tried, and you cried, cried. 

Now you got time to wonder, ponder whats real and whats not.

They must be brainwashing your head, lie still the cold benumbs your toes.

Now that thats all over, you lie, deceit, play out the last cards.

But you've been blinded by pride, 

they must be cleaning your head, unholy becomes your title.

But I swear, I'm not with you. Just pray for more rain.

The kind that cleans right out fake righteousness ,

and if our days are numbered, 

oh please leave your whines and whimpers at the door.

Swimming around the court yards, brings back nostalgic memories.

Well I never had the way, just a little tug-pull,

the pants they slid so clever.

Explosions throughout the veins, the satisfaction and physical attraction, 

desire takes hold, the sheets will need some cleaning.

Well things have changed ever since you naive fool.

Time folds out, priest preach for days, and on your knees to serve again. 

Now that you have the luxury to struggle on earth, I'll renounce my faith, and strive for survival. 

You better withdraw with such force dear tormentor.

My hearts' his for the taking.

Now you fight back at me, with so many intellect blessings.

And good-natured souls arrange mindful conversations.

All those ghost, lost in entombment, they'll beg,

to be alive again. 

Chimera

Its the calls I get, near the middle of the night. Those awful liars contemplating on destruction,
your lies, they stretch along the Jordan River.
There's the place we never got to go, but its a phase so please don't make me stay.
If you drop, down to your palms, I'll stay awhile and figure out whats wrong.


Don't sweat I'll wear this smile for a while.
Don't cry I'll be gone just for the night, the pleasure will set soon enough. 
No more grey clouds to block our view. The sun will rise with such allure.
Those restless nights spent in adoration to the moon, we laughed so hard and passed right out. 
As we ran throughout the field our voices drowned in snicker, dogs bite at your feet making you bleed so brilliant. 

Even if you do the past will soon be past.

So don't hide so timid, babe time will pass so fast.

All those nights you twist and turn, run fast towards the restroom and brush of that smile.

Come with me to the place only we know and I promise I'll learn to love this time.

My lungs are full of smoke, it sucks to take deep breaths, wheezing and coughing,

give me medicine and I'll lie here still.

Even if the future is soon to arrive,

don't be hasty, babe I wont forget to laugh this time.

Lullabies I'll sing, for you and you.

Come to space and drift endlessly, without reason.

I'll love you now and forevermore, until the sun cries mercy and falls to earth.

And when you think of me, I'll be a far from here towards the coast.

We kept our hearts and gave life away to those near enough to stay.
Our lungs fill with anticipation of the great beyond. 
Earth will speak unaware of those who run today:
She wept like rain and broke our souls again, to those foolish enough to play,
 Fools caught the symptom way too soon.


Snow covers most of the west, but baby I didn't even notice.
I hear aloud the slab, flows out like water, tumbling down a crest;
The crowds they gathered to burn you for your sins.
Run, sprint, escape don't walk. Darkness collects to your shoes swallowing you whole.


It's all a dream, she said, a fantasy for lovers and dreamers.
"You live in shameful view of the place" I said.
It's the ring that awoke me that night. 
I beseech god of sleep Hypno to draw sand along my eyes. 


There again, I'll see you anew.

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - Willing but not ordained

Back towards the gate, the sky rained hell on all that was plains.
He beckons you to call his name and bring forth such fury.
Now in my time, my time of dying, cold arms collect my soul
Sings his holy song while the forest burns slowly;
Our green mother shakes and rumbles,
That often hither falls the sinner's soul,
Breaks frail when the swelling becomes too
much to bear. I heard sweat Rosemary spill out my secrets,
said no more, and my flesh was forlorn beneath the sun,
diffusing all sweat dripped from pores.
So lie there quick, St. Peter will wait forever.
Wherewith this southern pole is all aflame,
Crystal diamonds melt to dust, the heat is now and will be,
Cells disperse into a billion feathers; thick and blessed with chrome.
Wings cut the night where stars fall low.
And as I hope to go on high, I swear,
Your honored stock has never put aside,
Its fair preeminence of purse and sword.
Our reptilian race will come and ask for honor,
My unexpected jurisdiction will overflow, tsunamis will be put to shame,
The holy paradise will ignite my flock.
Now lie to me, dear Rose, I'll live on and on,
We'll sail on fairer waters; Waves are exiled, ripples are banned.
I wont upset the cosmos, but heal the wounded, purple hearts.
Heaven, agape your gates and let me in, 
Shower for two weeks straight, and I'll say my goodbyes.

The thunder wore bright red coats, all dressed in vile.
Your love will immure me, confine within the walls of lust.
I ask of Dane,"If you would save me from these woes and worse."

1/19/09

Dirt collecting to my shoes.
From here I can see a deer.
One with strips of paint.
She stubbed her toe on a stone.
Laughs at the pain.
Laughs insane.
With mush effort,
and much luck,
I point the riffle.
Cocked and steady.

Somewhere in the distance birds are seen,
flying in hysteria and beauty,
blood.
Life escapes this planet.
Pain subsides from foot.
All is perfectly planned.

Dear Maliah

Thou beauty and restlessness in your eyes make harlots turn to ashes. How smooth and graceful you move, the summer days cannot compare the warmth you radiate. Ice quickly melts away as you pass beneath the broken orchids. I can hear the melodies of angles sing every time the sun rises in the morning. But at night, the moon cast a light of a thousand diamonds against your pale white skin, my eyes are quickly turned away. So sing to me once more my muse and make me weep till I cannot bear no more.

Dear Maliah,
Please write to me again.

I can still feel your breath against my neck, my chest, and down below.

The waves have stopped crashing, causing me great dismay.

Don't you hear the cries at night? I call to your name and hope for your arrival.

I'll sleep tonight with you in mind. My dear beloved I cannot bear your absence any longer.

I'll toss and turn, make love to you in mind. 

Now in the winter days, the sky's they all turn grey. Snow will fall near the basket you once wove. 

Poor garden it misses you the most. The life has drained completely from the roses you once planted.

The flakes they fall so easily, so colorless and vivid, I thought you had returned.

 

Dear Maliah,

I hear my end, its knocking at my door. 

Till the end of time I'd wait, but God has other plans.

If grim has taken you so soon, then we'll be reunited again in death.

My sonnets will be eternal for you my dear, the afterlife means nothing without you there. I'd rather burn in hell.

Dear Maliah,

The time has come to say good bye. Our love was timeless but our skin was mother natures for the taking.

And in my flashbacks I'll only see your eyes. Dear God, send me with my glorious phantom other, no matter where that place will be. 

So long my dear Maliah, I'll dream of you once more.

Adventures

Wrote this to inspire those who sleep at day.

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - A warning

The devil came and spoke of war.....
He wore a black coat and hid his face behind a mask. The face of death.
He came to give a warning and this the angel said to him,
"Why does he let this pain go on? If he loves with no limit then love us all! Those people who hate, steal and kill are deaths for the taking. Let Hades have his way. Heaven will be a much better place without those parasites, suites the underworld good."
The black figure soon stood up, brought up his blade and held it close to his neck, and said,
" Your ignorance for the dead has offended me for the last time. If you come down a path, and hear a scream I'll take your soul and sell it for gold down a poor, damned village.
I'll sell your blood to pigs and wolves, make a vest with your flesh. This will be the last warning I'll have in here."
His black eyes flinched just for a second, between the blink. So swift , so fast. The angels sword came fast and held the deatheater's torso against the wall.
Soon the katana was drenched in blood, blood so dirty it made the place stink of death.
"How could you?! This is an act of war!! You fool! They'll all soon die!"
The angel spoke smooth,"You act surprised. Is my impulse not familiar? I rode with Charon through out the acheron mere, and paid in holy water! My act is an act of me. I'm not afraid, I wont hide. You bring your army and I'll bring my might. Now die so slowly and say your leaves."
A twist of the blade and the deatheater broke into ashes.

Today is the day, but its sunday

For the past few weeks I've been wanting to write so bad that I tend to dream about what I am going to write next and actually dream about what I am writing. In this one dream I was writing a story about a serial killer who went around taking peoples eyes in their sleep.Well while I was writing the story started actually forming in my dream, it was so disturbing that I tried to stop him form taking their eyes! -
I quickly woke up soaked in sweat. I felt so stressed. Thats when I remember my high school English teacher quoting, "The disturbance of the imagination". But ive writing a few blogs mostly from my imagination, and the influence of my friends Xylia book shes writing on a fallen angel. Is so good.
Keep reading my dear followers, and keep on breathing.

What Old Scratch said to the crowd

Evil Grin

Time wasted

All this time wasted,
hours of desolation collect to mass produce songs of wisdom
and words of knowledge.
And all this time I thought we could count the misshapen clouds floating above us,
under the moon and stars where ancient gods met to ponder on their mistakes.
Soothing winds pass over me, the ill-inspired one, giving more than I can take or will ever have, sooner or later the cold crisp leafs fall over my wondering eye.
Such thoughtful poems easing the mind. At this time blue birds of southern living fly over the horizon to burn our the everlasting sun, only to realize how impossible it is to get over something so bright and warm that the body not only obsesses but needs the rays to fill the frozen hole humans bear.
All come together at last to sing one last song for the angel who gave us his instruments, mortal instruments. 
Like a key to a piano, more thatn one note is needed and so is the blood to the heart, more than one beat to keep this soul contained.
And while you wait for the others father time moves quickly along melting both dead and living creatures.

At first glance the eyes see nothing abnormal. The kings, roast over a candle lit flame, screaming in agonizing pain but soon to be rushed over by death.
Grim takes one last look at his tainted life, poor and rich both fighting for survival.
At the last breath of life, the eyes of the tarrant see pitch black moons dancing swiftly around the planets and out of sight into our glorious heaven or hell, whichever you prefer....

The Sweetest Of Tyrants - Just for you

He smiled with that dark grin of his and said,"I thought you were gonna stay, all the time with me. As I fell all the way down, broke through the atmosphere, my eyes, hair, and wings all turned pitch black.
But you found me first, I read your lips, and we were one. Oh the sweetest of the nights, we danced along the graveyards, cried out to the moon and made the dead rise once again.
But when I awoke that morning, with an empty space next to me, I cried so hard.
Thats when the nightmares began, along with night sweats and screams, begging me to come back home.
But I wont, I've seen His ways, His might, His glory.
I searched and searched, found nothing but ashes, and my heart turned to stone, once more.
So I roamed the earth for decades, looking for distractions.
Made it across the Atlantic, to the city made of water, did cocaine and heroin with the towns assassin, oh the story's he told, gave me chills.
Traveled east some more, rode along the dessert slaying all who cursed His name.
Found a village who was dying of thirst. Made a well deep enough, so deep I wish you were here, I would have loved to push you in, seen you fall, all the way just like I did.
My nights on this earth seemed endless, an endless abyss. Once again God cried out my name, gave way to tsunamis, killing innocent souls, I cried so hard.
So I rode with my sword of Damocles, and took this rock for my own, wore armor made of black gold, and the shield of Achilles. Took them all from You.
Here I am, I conquered them all! The nations fell over me, broke them all to their knees, the human race.
I conquered them all! I made them bow,eat right of the ground.
I made them all bow, bow down, bow just for you.
Just for you."

The Sweetest Of Tyrants- When in Rome

And when my light, my lights went out,
The broken crawled on their knees,
Some stars shone bright, across the sea.
Relax my youth, our time will come,
To take this world and do whats undone,
Winds of plagues will rise to sweep,
That everlasting glare you kept on me.
Shall glorious shouts will shout for help,
But in the dark the sounds found God,
The door to the light will open at last,
Make waves of war along with darkness,
Blood will rain across the fields,
My wings will spread along the sky,
Thine holly grave He'll raise the dead,
Drown out the voices in his head.
Hell halt no fury in taking of this land.
For He gave him permission without no reason,
To give such beauty to His Infernal's hand
Jealous gods quarrel over praise,
Here and there we cry in vain.
At last the angel has come to slay,
Those who stand in his rightful way.
Black clouds will blind out the sun,
And when my light, my lights went out,
Mother earth will end us all....