Wakeless Dream

Alright guys, to kick off the new year, comes a newby.. The Wakeless Dream. I hope it's good.~ So, here it is..


Wakeless Dream

Darkness into the oblivion,
leaves falling to the ground
as tears of crimson.

The dying wish,
of beauty once adorned in white,
has been cast into the shadow
of eternal slumber.

A wakeless dream,
faceless creatures cast in white,
all lies, murmering echoes,
of a distant past.

The thumping heartbeat,
constant pumping of a mutilated scream.
To the sound of hooves,
marching to the steady drum of fear.

A sleepless nightmare,
fear and uncertainty plague the shallow minds,
of the cowardly child,
alone in a secular horror.

An innocence corrupte,
the infant's maleable mind,
hardened and insensitive
to the touch of madness.

Demons made flesh,
by the stories of war, famine, and plague-
that burrow into the mind -
filling it with chasms of terror.

Touched by a mere grain,
of sand,
has permanently been cast,
into the Abyss.

Fragility in Immortality

This poem, actually represents something.. and I will not be telling what. I kept it a little cryptic, because I like it that way, I wonder if anyone can guess what it is..



Fragility in Immortality

Thorns of wilted optimism,
cut deep into her fingers as she cried,
"Death smiles in the face of the ugly"
Creeping shadows dance amongst the walls,
a phantasmagoria in solemn pain.

Carousels dance the grinning faces of contempt,
her sorrow filled wails brought the walls of revelation to ground,
"Fear is the solace of cowards."
There is no turning back from judgment in her eyes,
and the grimoire is enscribed with prayer upon her grave.

And I know,
she wanders the barren plain alone,
never to return home.
The sunlight dwindles in the places of her footsteps,
never casting glare on her blasphemy.

The nymphs' laughter echoes her exile,
the time that passes like stone, brings withered age to her heart,
"Hatred long beget sorrow, long ago."
The kiss, of venom brough the death of hearts,
and the world grew cold and heartless.

The faintest whisper of her silent voice,
brought the world awash in anarchy to the brink,
"Long since, has hope been forever lost."
And a dream of God brought the fears of fear
away from the eyes of the blind.

And shame followed a black cowl,
the name of love was lost forever to eternity.
And tears fell to the ground as rain,
for the happiness of loss was scathing.

Her heart turned to stone,
eroded with the passages of time.
And soiled in the black hearts of man,
her soul was forever entwined by grief and lies.

Underneath a blackened Sun,
her tears disappeared into the empty eclipse,
"Memories shatter my heart.."
Never to shine again, lay her cracked smile,
and laughter forever silenced.

Unedning, was the death march,
signaling the finale of hopes last limelight,
"And faith brings damnation"
And the flame that burned so bright,
was doused by the faithless.

And in the eventide of her dreams,
a catharsis would only come in the blackness of death.
With the promise of unending life,
ripping away the bathing light of mercy.

Can I Get a Handout

Just something I thought of about the people that lust for what will never be.
It's short. But, not all poems can be long as hell.

Can I Get a Handout

You never ask for what you're handed.
If you could feed your kids with the food stamp money,
that just never seems to be enough,
you could get by and change what it is to be you.

Gold dust, your eyes are star struck,
with glitter than always gleams so much brighter than true,
it just never seems to be out of reach.
You could make it to the top if you kicked someone down.

And you can pray for riches under the guise of faith,
cheating yourself with delusions of crowns, scepters, and coffers.
It just always seems right there,
if only you could make it by and cash the Wellfare check.

But the greener pastures aren't so fertile,
when you bite off poison you thought was grandeur,
it just never seemed inconcievable,
if you just layed on your back and got passed to newer heights.

Melancholy of Heartbreak

Yo.. no real subject.. Again, it's words that came together.. I wanted it to have more meat on the bones, but I can't argue with the rapid fire of a brain.. I just put it down in its primordial state. Enjoy. Or don't haha. Remember, if you see errors, at least be polite about noting them. I say I want everyone's help, not a tribunal for being screwed by the typical type slip..


The Melancholy of Heartbreak

Leading souls astray,
with the songs of the pied piper -
my footsteps ventured from their course.
As I seeped into oblivion, forgotten was my name.

Scrambling in the ichor, your hand was what reached me.
There was no turning back as my palms grasped at your mirage.
Stumbling out of the thick, only my dreams kept weariness afoot.
With final desperation, my knees buckled under the weight.

Pandemonium clouded eyes that were blinded by tomorrow.
But the future never came, and the lust for warmth
brought only the gift of the coldest cruelty.
As I burn away into the mire.

The cruelest words that strike cold the blood in my veins,
break my world in two.
Bringing a dance of pain to the edges of reason,
now clouded with conundrum.

And if I fell into your heart,
would you be nothing more than a dwindling memory,
that I snuffed out by losing myself?
My eyes close into your sadistic grin, scornful and judging.

Your love is scathing,
and I feel trapped to the stone
with the happiness that is killing me while
I fumble in the darkness, reaching for your safety line.

There's no cure for the disease that afflicted my heart,
your hollow words rang in my ears as your hand allowed me to drown
in the seas of heartbreak.
When I could swim to shore, only vacant emptiness awaited.

Midnight

I thought of the Cold War, and a what if they fired the bombs. How would those survivors end their lives. I dunno... morbid..The name is a play on the Doomsday Clock. As always, do help me~

Midnight

Heartache whimpers the sweetest psalms.
The children cry and beg for a God that doesn't feed.
The angels sing as they grasp at life,
only to fade before their eyes.

Smoke filled toxin coats the skies.
Mothers choke on their exasperation.
The angels laugh at their desperation,
as the globe crumbles at their feet.

Horizons etched with the deepness of crimson,
fumes that intoxicate innocence with poison.
Cadavers lying on the ground..
Gunshots, fleeing into shadows.

Blessed are the end of days.
Ignorance bred self destruction rampant.
The plague of God's laughter ringing in your ears,
depict the death throes of essence.

Armies choking on their enemy's blood,
as they too fall into the mass graves of their brothers.
The horseman rides to the drumbeat of war,
reaping and sowing the seeds of eradication.

Blessed are the end of ways.
The mother that consumed her children in deperate hunger,
lay cowering in the fear of atonement.
But law had hidden its face from the light.

Flood waters that drown the intolerant,
are product of their melted conviction.
Try to swim to the scorched shores,
that bode no promise of tomorrow.

Laughing and singing breeds only sorrow and tears.
and the malevolence of prosecution,
breed the war tactics of total annhiliation..
Mutual assured destruction is the way to the sixth extinction.

Greatest Lie Ever Told.

This is more of a poem I wrote with a symbolism that bothers me a bit. But I don't know what kind of poem this could be... I really don't. Give me a critc.

The Greatest Lie Ever Told

How many songs can they sing of freedom and liberty,
when half the population was wrought with whips and chains.
Taken from their homes and turned to trash they were thrashed,
brought to their knees as servants - once proud people's of a foreign land.
And yet they preach of the lands of liberty
but if patriotism is the acceptance of segregation then I want no part of it.
And if a whip needs to be hanging from my paws, then I want them cut off.

They said that they were treated as pets and they bit the hand that feeds,
but if a collar was on my neck I'd chew too.
And they said God willed it,
But if religion brings equals to trash then I want no scripture.
I'd sooner deny a God than step on my worldly brothers.
Picket sign pop culture, march agenda, conservative ambivalence..
Overturned by the surging cries of "Free at last."

Shot gun diplomacy, killing dead a dream, ringing in the ears as freedom died.
War, scorn, corpses and cadavers sent out to the brink for living in rags.
I can sharpen a bayonet if I could stand with my brothers.
Corporate schemes, modern trusts post hidden agendas, fueling secret wars with bloodstained money.
For the scores of the men that fought along the watchtowers and imagining a better world,
they returned to have lady liberty spit in their faces.
And if a trashbag was wrapped around a score of men, I'd rather denounce freedom.

Anti-drug protesters crowding the airwaves and warning the youth to stop thinking for themselves,
ignorant attitudes that breed homeland wildfires or resurging apprehensive explosions of random violence.
Rainbow flags burned, governmental engineered plagues bringing a culture to the brink,
denial of rights by holy scripture. If I deny my brothers than I'll sooner burn on their stake.
Hate crimes, to gay bashing, to unappreciation.
To the masses joining hands in wanton displays of acceptance.
And if I burn the reason out of my mind, I can join you on the stage and deny the people that cry for freedom.

Hate mongering society tossing sticks and stones at people with tan skin,
jeering Alala, letting ignorance run lives without care for fellow patriots.
IED philosophy, WMD phobias, Oil anarchy - spreading floods of stupidity through generalized media.
Large backs and strong arms squeeze black gold from the veins of barren desserts with the false guise of liberation.
And if love is treachery, then I'll be tried a Benedict Arnold, and if to kill is courageous, then I am yellow bellied.
But I won't sit back and pretend to be free when Black is undesirable, and gay is wrong. When men die for the corporate agenda,
believing in a lie passed with ammunition for a shotgun diplomacy and the spoonfed fabrication of democracy.

Numbness of Nihilism

Random newby



Numbness of Nihilism


The molecules of rage that breed hatred,
boil under the skin of love's last memories.
I can see the winter coming,
amongst the falling leaves and chill of your contempt.
While you're condemned forevermore.

The stars in your eyes are wilting,
as if only nebulas of nothing will take their place.
I am drowning in that darkness,
amongst the rivers of tears you cry for yourself,
while lies form truths undeniable..

You blotched out your portraits with grey,
to deny yourself a tomorrow..
The rain clouds you conjured will be only to
shroud the tears you shed in vain.
And nihilism will bury you alive..

When the decent into madness claims the last of you,
all light will fade from a withered soul..
The Gods laugh as you cry,
amongst the trees that decay with your every breath.
Hate is your final reprise.

You sang the song of filth and deceit,
to deny yourself belonging.
The pity you fornicated will be
the beginning of your decent,
and eternal slumber will veil your eyes.