salvation

War

The dream

Always the same dream 

A sun covered in blood 

Over a field of grey

Lifeless thousands 

Innocents where Death took them

Now waiting for judgement

Waiting to judge

Blackness with a red star

Shining down on the aftermath 

Death has a large appetite 

Its jaws bite down on all

Gnawing on their inanimate bodies

The dying are crying out against it

But their life is but a candle in a breeze

Soon to extinguish

They were but innocents 

Caught in the crossfire

But not I

Too long have I fought this war

Come Hades, come quickly old friend

My time is near 

And I am tired

Take me

Treading Water

What's the purpose in this life of mine
To keep swimming in an ocean without end
The tide pulling me far from shore
They say I'm fine
That I'll survive
But I'm only human
My strength is leaving fast
How long can I stay afloat?
I sink into nothing
A world where I can't breathe
Fire within but water without
Suffocating
Floating
Flying
In poisoned air
Finally a dream come true
A never ending dream
Isn't life beautiful?
It is now...

Philosophy of a Life-song

If your life was a song,

what would it sing?

Would it's lyrics edify?

Will it speak of the many people who's 

lives were touched by your existence?

Is it going to show that you stood for something?

Compose a motif that others will want to replicate.

Intimacy (In This Moment)

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To My Wife

Lost in this moment

The warmth of our bodies make us sweat

The stiffness from what we have just accomplished

You and I,

A miracle

Your breath invites me in

Into your heart

Into your mind

Into your very soul

As our bodies mesh into one

As our souls embrace each other

You sigh as I touch you

Ectasy as we unite

Swirlling vortex of pleasure

Both of us lose sight

As life is created within you

As death is passed on through me

A miracle is created

A mirror of that moment

When we came together as one

The Golden Dawn

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Poetry

Trapped inside the darkness

the shadows we find

the pain and sorrow

the loneliness

the light we leave behind

falling fast down the rabbit hole

the world’s fading light

leaving only nightmares

and cold

and the bitter bitter night

we pray for saving grace

to make the darkness die

hoping for the light of the sun

the warmth

down in the grave where we lie

but there is no salvation

no redemption from this hell

no hand of God to lift us out

no Christ

to find us where we once fell.

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Ruthless Monotony

I'd love to write a poem of hate right now,
But hate only brings the same,
I'd love to tear the walls down,
And paint everything black,
My soul is crying out with rage
Like an animalistic scavenger,
Seeking the blood to tear the guts
From the bellies of demons who created this disaster.

And inner peace speaks softly
All the while beyond this fury,
I cry not only for the anger,
But I cry because of this beauty,
A spark that's lived within the thrawls
And clutches of such untold deceit,
I'm weak as a lamb and fall down in mercy
...and bow to love's defeat.

 

7:45 PM 4/17/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem about the silent spark that pummels through our rage. 'Be still and know that I am god--this too shall pass'

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My Luna

Mea Luna (My Luna)

My Luna you have been gone a thousand years
For you, I have shed a million tears.
The longing for love
Banishment to above.

The moon is a cold and lonely place
The appearance of your adorable face,
Is fading from my memory
You will be part of history

Engulfed by loneliness and the desire for admiration
Attacked from an outside presence gave you devastation
Your true self was lost to hate
Was all this part of fate?

After a century of planning your revenge
Your night, you would avenge
Fueled by anger and rage,
You escaped from your lunar cage

You were challenged by six young mares
By your sister, they were given the dare.
They defeated your dangerous spirit
Nightmare moon had a Childish fit

The bond between you and evil was broken
Finally, by six ponies, your judgement was spoken
Your dark miasma was gone
You saw the break of dawn

Instead of eternal banishment
Celestia dismissed your punishment
For the true you was revealed
Your innocence was healed

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my first poem I have ever written. I feel like I can relate to Princess Luna, because we have both been overshadowed by our older sisters. Feel free to comment, and criticize. I will only benefit me. If you do not understand the concept of the poem, you can look up the story of luna and celestia.

Trudging forward

I've been called a Revolution
A tidal wave of chaos and confusion
And with this voice of change
Comes alienation and pain

 

Human I am but cannot be
Too many cries and clinging needs
My resolve to take the abuse
Supersedes misery you infuse

 

Weary and tired, I cannot afford
The wages I'm given are fairly poor
If you ask, I will give
Credit and debt will be my friend

 

Walk straight through the desert storm
I'm lonely but I have my soul
So here I walk on and stay
So I can get you "there" and show you the way

 

May these heavy steps have purpose and reason
I cling to the future and turning of seasons
Praying the diseases I take on
Won't incubate inside my heart

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Death and the Crow

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Camino

The smell of the dying and the dead that littered the streets had become so overwhelming, the plague itself almost became a forgotten thing, next to the walls of decay. Body stacked on body; miles of arms and legs, and the crows and worms both living and dead that were left as a testament to the plague's power. Even the chemical masks that had been scavenged from the dead, did little to hold back the putrid stench of death. There are many stumbling blocks on the road to salvation.