sadness

Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Four and Five

An hour pass midnight, my curse is

sleepless, mind weary, creative

thinking, imaginary vision; sleep-

walking in my dreams between

dimensions....Constantine!

 

Too walk in the dark one must

embrace the darkness, welcome

Moloch into your dreams, be aware

of the shadows that walk besides

you; often three shadows follow me

....nothing else matters once you

have sold your soul, enjoy the night

,and let the fire burn!

 

I met a lover in the shadows of the

night; her darkside is similiar to mine

, same interest, struggles, and

addiction....when all is quiet, stoner's

asleep, tweeker's hiding, and prosti-

tutes gone home, my lover and I get

naked and fuck at the crossroads

under dark skies, no moonlight....

only shadows!

 

Curse the damned, blasphemous,

heaven's abomination including me....

pale horse rider of the armageddon

with sinister ways; my name was

never written in the book of life!

 

Invocations to the dark, evil, and

unholy with sacrifice will open the

nine gates of hell; be careful when

evoking the spirits of darkness; if

your mind is not ready for what is to

come, your heartbeat will stop at

the sound of my feet approaching

your dreams, destroying your

sanity!

 

It is 2:10AM, invocations to the dark

side are becoming rituals, rites of

dragula, perversions, and manisfes-

tations; Lucifer speaks in demonic

tongues, no need to translate, I

understand! Invocations to Lillith

with ghost songs in cemeteries at

the witching hour; my soul possess,

the evil within bleeds over the tombs

of the dead!

 

SoulKritic 2014 Copyright

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Curses and Invocations....

View soulkritic's Full Portfolio

What It Used To Be

Oh Let The Sky Hit The Fire In The Moonlight
I'm On The Deep Level With Love
But I Can't Let You Off The Chase
Cause I'm In A Race To The Sky
Trying To Make Peace Here And All
I'm Sorry If I'm A Disgrace
But Since I Was Forgiven

 

I Can't Seem To Forget
How You Saved Me
How It Seemed To Be
Oh How It Used To Be
With One Cross And Three Nails
Oh How Was I Was Forgiven

 

The Scars The Used Te Cut Me
The Pain That Used To Drown Me
The Strain That Used To Ache Me
I Used To Think How You Cared About Me
Oh How You Used Words To Control Me

 

Because Love Broke My Heart
It Broke It Wide Open
It Broke My Feelings
Torn My Emotions To Pieces

 

But When I Feel Defeated
And When I Hear You Speak
I Feel Enlightened
It Gives Me Peace
It Soothes My Soul
Provides Me Shelter
Keeps Me Calm

 

Because I Know Who Cares About Me
I Know Who Loves Me Unconditionally
No Matter What I've Done
No Matter How Bad I've Been
The Things I've Done
The Word's I've Said
Thank Goodness I'm Forgiven

All I Gotta Do

Some Days Life Feels Just Perfect
Other Days It Feels It Ain't Working
When My Faith Is Getting Weak
And I'm Falling On My Knees
But Here I Am, Once Again

 

Cause I Know It's Going To Be Alright
It's Going To Be Bright Again
One More Time I Feel The Pain Running Up
But Because I Know God Is On My Side
All I Gotta Do Is Shake It Off
Because I Know, I Just Know
That God Is Always With Me

 

When The Darkest Hours Come Before Me
When The Sky Turns Darker Than Black
I Know It Kinda Scares Me
And I Know It'll Follow Me
I'm At War With The World
Cause They're Trying To Pull Me Into The Dark
Trying To Crush Me Beneath The Rock
But All I Gotta Do
All I Know I Need To Do
Is Drop On My Knees And Pray

 

Some Say That Being On Your Knees Is Weak
Some Say That Its The Most Vulnerable Position
But I Say Its Knowing Who Holds The Future
Being So Bold In Character
What Makes Him Trust In This Person
What Makes Him Have Courage In This

 

I Don't Know What I Can Tell You
Maybe Its The Things You Experience
The Pain And Sorrow You Feel Growing Up
The Hurt And Stress That Kick You To The Ground
But All I Gotta Do Is Tell You To Not Give Up

 

Don't Give In To What They Say
Sure You May Be Different From Them
Sure You Might Look Different From Them
But You Are Unique Just The Way You Are
Don't Let Them Tell You Otherwise

Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Three

These curses I evoke are the

words spoken by angels,

toking knowledge and wisdom,

an invitation to eat from the

tree of life...become a God; the

difference between a schizo and

I, a schizo does not believe I

am God-

 

I cannot pray, the tongues I

speak are not angelic...my

language is unholy; time after

time temptation became a friend

too trust, my life balances on
different scales now; what I

knew and the unknown-

 

The end of my journey began

the day I was born...invocations

of death at my front door, I

welcome her in, stays for awhile

then leaves in an uproar; she
says I am conspiring to kill
her from my existence...she does

not know death/her is more alive

than me-

My curse is poetic, too narrate my

life with pain and roller-coaster

emotions; an empty feeling without

being empty...became a father only

too miss my daughter daily, if I sleep
tonight I will shed tears of sadness

before I slumber-

 

Broken, yet stronger after each fall

too stand tall again, take a few steps

and fall again...judges keep your jury
silent, throw away your verdict;

judge my soul, critic my efforts when

I am standing up...everyone falls!

 

Outside my window the wind blows

and whistles, tree leaves rattle,

whispering; no vacancy in the

gallows, fire away...my ammunition

are these words I convey, "While
you creep, your soulmate sleeps

with the poet unknown, daydreaming
unknown dreams, consciously lost in

lust."

 

Soulkritic® 2014©



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Curses and Invocations....

View soulkritic's Full Portfolio

Half a Queen

I never thought the day would come.

 

The love that used to swell up in my chest, lover, you know- the kind of affection that tightens your throat and awakens a storm of butterflies to stir up madness in your belly-

 

Gone.

 

I grasp desperately at frayed heart strings, hoping upon damned hope that I would catch a fragmented piece of the blind passion I once felt for you,

 

Drowning myself  in the suffocating  fear of something far worse than loving a calloused man;

Losing the ability to feel at all.

 

The pain you've caused, the wounds your lies and deceit have inflicted, has left me numb.

I once knew how to forget the world and slip into a blissful ignorance as I rested in your strong embrace.

 

Now those days flutter in the recesses of my tired mind, and soon memories of what was melds together with dreams of what could have been,like a patchwork quilt forged from  the juxtaposition of the  life you promised us and the much bleaker reality, stitched together with missed phone calls and unexplained late nights.

 

 

When I think of these things, late late at night; when I realize I'll never learn to stifle the voice in my head that tells me your words are poison,

 

because I've learned that small voice tells more truth than your fallacy laced lips,

those are the nights I'm alright with not feeling.

Tonight I clutch numbness close to my chest, nod at the empty pillow, and  smile at the sound of sweet nothing.

View thedelicatemuse's Full Portfolio

Oh the Irony

The boy lays on the ground while the second stands over him

The first boy cries while the second laughs

The second boy is hurt

But is not crying

For his tears have dried up

The second boy is on the ground

The man standing over him

Belt in hand

Oh the irony


The first boy sits down

His friends crowd around

Concussion is found

Hit by a locker

And now is at the doctor


The first boy goes home

To a poor family

To a small house

To an unhappy life

To depression

To anger

To suicide


The first boy screams

But no one deems

It important

No matter how absorbent

The physical bandage

Can be banded


The second boy stays still

Clothes off

Bloody and beaten

Assessing his wounds

Just to go back

And beat the first boy some more

Oh the irony


The anger the first boy feels

All of those deals

Only to be let down

And told he was a clown


The first boy is sad

The crying never stops

While the second boy laughs

But hides the scars

Under his hoodie

While the first boy doesn’t

Oh the irony


The second boy runs

From what feels like a thousand guns

But in reality

In actuality

There is only one

And it isn’t a gun


The first boy’s life is over

He gave up

But his story will never be forgotten

Because in the sea of many

He wasn’t the only one


Bullying is wrong

But you must be strong

For behind every bully

There is trully

 

A troubled past


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was a school project, and it ended up turning into so much more! So don't be too harsh haha!

View dsnow51's Full Portfolio

When I Became The Night

 

 

It was when the dusk overshadowed brightness
And blocked out all rays of hope.
It was when my life became too distorted
And I could no longer cope.

 

When shadows were cast downward,
Falling over my forward path,
Causing me to loose my direction,
Too lost in midnight's wrath.

 

It was when my days all darkened,
The sun no longer shining it's grace.
No longer there to tepid my soul,
Nor warm the contours of my face.

 

When long hovering clouds, opened up,
Releasing torrents I couldn't bear.
When the deluge overtook too fast
And drowned one, already gasping for air.

 

It was when I could no longer see past,
The shaded areas, to look to the light.
Blinded by a pitching blackness,
It was when I became the night.


View cathycavalcante's Full Portfolio

I Can't Do This Anymore

 

Life, you win.
I'm too battered, too sore.
Too weakened to fight,
I can't do this anymore.

 

You've taken it all,
And left me agape.
Even in dreams,
I find no escape.

 

You taunt me with lies,
Even while I'm asleep.
I awake to darkness,
And in my silence, I weep.

 

You show me things,
That can never be.
Those things that mean,
The very most to me.

 

But you keep them away,
Just beyond my reach.
My trust is shattered,
My soul, it is breached.

 

You dangle them, before me,
Like a jagged piece of bait.
I've never caught, them at all,
And now, its too late.

 

So please, let me go,
You're the victor in this war.
I'll just take my leave.
I can't do this...anymore.

View cathycavalcante's Full Portfolio

Scar On My Soul

When Fear Comes Rushing In
And The Knife Comes Spilling Out
Out Through Your Skin
And Onto The Ground
You See The Blood Rushing Out
You Can Feel The Rain Fill In
Can You Feel The Scars That Push Out
That Spans Across The Space

 

It Cut So Deep You Can't Erase
Trying To Not Make It Show
Trying To Not Be Scared
But How Am I Going To Make It

 

My Soul Will Not Crushed
Yes I've Got Broken Wings
And When I'm On My Way Down
And I'm Losing All Hope
Just Grab Me By The Arms
And Rest Me Upon The Hug

 

I've Been Crushed And I've Been Saved
Walking Around This Earth
I Know I Can't Erase The Things I've Done
I Know I Can Make The Best Of This
I Will  Stand My Ground And I'll Get Back Up
But I Still Can't Find A Way

 

Tell Me What I've Done
Write It All Down
Show Me The Mistakes
I'll Never Give Up
You Gave Me A Promise
I Won't Give Up

 

I Know I'm Tired
And I Can't Stand
But Time Will Heal My Soul
These Scars Can't Stop Me For Forever
Because I Will Hold On To This Hope

 

You Gave Me A Promise
You Gave Me The Hope
You Gave Me A Light
You Gave Me Something To Believe
You Called Out To Me
You Reached Out To Me

 

And Even If I'm Closing In
And I'm Losing It
I Will Hold On To You
And I Will Keep Moving Along