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Waiting With StrangersYou know what blows my mind? Strangers. Well, not just strangers, but the contrast between strangers and friends. I notice it a lot more when I'm forced to be around strangers for extended periods of time. It happens hundreds of times every day. Bus stops, elevators, restaurants, waiting rooms. I start to wonder about these people, these strangers. I'm not too great at reading faces, but I still try. Its hard not to wonder about them. Why are they here? Where did they come from? What are they really like? In a certain way you start to know them. You begin to recognize bits and pieces of emotion in their faces, emotion that you go through each and every day. A grimace, a half-grin, eyes that stare listlessly at the ground, their owner clearly lost in thought. Its the kind of stuff you hide from anyone that you consider a friend. No one wants to be friends with someone like that. Someone who lets their pain shine through, someone "troubled", someone "depressed". Someone who has the intel
Milo Milo stood perfectly still. It seemed almost a crime to upset the silence of the landscape that surrounded him, a landscape that seemed to listen closely for even the slightest disturbance. Standing at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere and and trying to decide which direction to head, the trees to either side seemed to close in around him, muffling even the normal sounds of nature. Milo looked up to the dark gray sky above him, just as the first drops of rain began to fall. He reflected on the long journey that each drop rushed to complete, only to shatter to a million pieces upon reaching its destination. Suddenly his own journey seemed much less urgent.
Slowly, he turned right and began to walk along the road. Shortly the road became smaller and eventually it turned into a dirt path through the woods. Today marked the fifth day since Milo had left his familys farm. His father had
Clotho's Danceand the song
as the stars
all fell in time
as intended to fall
and so we danced on
in crowded dancehall
new dancers appeared
and old ones departed
the dance stole partners
with whom we had started
and some times the beat
was decidedly off and
Rooftop SestinaOne day as atop my roof I sat
Upon the street below I looked
And beheld the people as they went
From atop my private perch
How small these people seemed
All in haste about their tasks
All caught up in fleeting tasks
Not one beheld me where I sat
Too engrossed in life they seemed
To see from whence I looked
They spied not my favored perch
And as quickly came as went
Wondering where the time went
They rushed to their silly tasks
And I laughed from atop my perch
Almost falling from where I sat
Like a swirling sea the ground looked
Higher had I gone, or so it seemed
Ever so small this ground seemed
That quickly fear came and went
How unreal the ground looked
And the people about their tasks
I was tempted to leap from where I sat
Just to prove the truth of my perch
I stood halfway off my perch
And halfway upon air that seemed
Real as the roof on which Id sat
And down below the people went
They and I content with our tasks
I closed my eyes as no one looked
Ground grew close and up I lo
Making Lonely Little StainsI spilled wine on the camera
And it got drunk with me
It took pictures of a time
That I have yet to see
So unlike my memories
Are these photographs
They look just like my book
Filled with foreign autographs
I spilled wine on the banister
And it got angry with me
It let me tumble away
Because revenge is easy
It left me sore and crumpled
At the bottom of the floor
All on behalf of spilled wine
And I just wanted more
I spilled wine upon the floor
But not from within my cup
And no longer could I stand
Nor tell which way was up
And as I lay there wondering
Just who would come and save me
I came to a realization
That continues to amaze me
I spill wine between my lips
To make my world worth taking
And I have lived for many years
Content with inebriation
And as I lay upon the ground
I feared not being forgot
I was renowned within the city
I excelled in the dark
I spilled wine on the camera
And it got drunk and shot me
And someone followed suit
Their face too dark to see
And out of deafening da
Spring, RebornThe wintry ash disappears from the ground
And a phoenix is born in the east
Its less mythic kin are all northern bound
Their internment down south having ceased
Their voices call out in harmonious song
No voice out of tune in the least
And the beautiful song reaches very far down
And awakens the slumbering beast
The beasts and the birds have all come around
To sing and to dance and to feast
In warm springtime air their voices resound
"Til the phoenix once more is deceased
HolesHoles in my clothing
And holes in my mind
And holes in the ceiling
That raindrops will find
They fall from the heavens
And slip through the holes
Right through the ceiling;
My mind; My clothes
The liquid, it pools
Collects in my mind
It coats every crevasse
Or cracks it can find
But my mind works better
When something's not right
Raindrops won't break it
Or decrease its sight
And my clothes fit better
Once they've been drenched
They cling to my arms
Like fists tightly clenched
Little fists with little holes
Their knuckles dark and bruised
Beaten and broken and beaten again
From years of heartfelt abuse
Rain continues to fall
Through the holes in my ceiling
It slowly pools on the floor
The linoleum is peeling
But a house that's gone to waste
Seems just about right for me
It seems to match my person
Or who I've been lately
Yes, holes in the ceiling
Are really right for me
These holes are like theatres
And this show is for free
At night I just look on up
When the stars all shine on throug
Words UnspokenWords are stronger than blows
But silence is stronger still
So throw your blows at me
Like we both know you will
And I'll maintain my silence
As you maintain your pride
But you're throwing away your dignity
When I don't dodge or hide
But in a way you save me
With every punch you throw
Pain at least makes sense to me
In fact its all I know
So set me free from this debris
That was me once upon a time
And show me how to know me
When to be me is a crime
Its no blunder to make some thunder;
Break asunder my outer shell
There's got to be some truth to me
Underneath this wretched hell
And words are stronger than your blows
And my silence is stronger still
So throw your fists, throw your life away
Like we both know you will
ZombiesDead rising from the graves
To prey on the living
Driven by instinct
And not by thought
They're nothing but tools
Used by an evil mastermind
To destroy mankind
And create a new world
A world of despair and darkness
UntitledA bloody mess in the room
Oops I'm sorry
I killed the groom
Sobs and cries everywhere
I smile happily
And loves the despair
Somber faces on the field
Smirk upon my victory
Broken hearts won't be healed
Stroke the frills of her dress
The white now turned crimson with my work
One more life made less...
The place where they were to be married
The caskets were laid
Soon to be buried...
GoneI walk down the steps
I see all the marks I know that there gone
I know I cannot help
I sit on the floor looking round I see where they lay
I see all around and I watch all the blood dripping down.
Raven BoyI heard one night
That the raven boy smiled.
His eyes black as night;
A sign of death.
The safety of her their dreams
Cannot grasp the sibling.
A gaze into his eyes
Drives them into sudden hysteria.
As the children fall deeper
Into the vortex of madness,
The raven boy smirks
Letting their screams open the ground.
Love Can Be WarYou know I will slay
the dragons that chase you,
rip their hearts out
with only my hands,
turn the sky red with blood,
watching it tumble to the earth.
I will stand between you
and armies of thousands,
bring them to their knees,
set the sky afire and let it rain
down upon their heads.
Even your demons
I route them out one by one,
rip my flesh from my bones
as they might,
no matter what nightmares
they dare to unleash,
I will drive them all out and leave
them twisted and impotent.
Broken and bloody as I may be
as long as I draw breath
I won't stop fighting for you,
through the caverns of hell
I'd walk to bring you back
and I would never let go and never look back
until I knew we where free.
The Great ThiefMy empty gaze
and bony smile
these features of mine
will leave you as pale
as my accursed face
Shrouded am I
in black robes
and dark intent
and like a thief in the night
I come to steal you away
Tears may fall at my theft
but I could care less
After all I've been doing this
Since the beginning
And I don't see an end to my thievery
Many have tried
but all have failed
to escape my grasp
Little do you know
that my reach knows no bounds
No matter how far you run
No matter where you hide
I will find you
and I will steal you away
to my realm of Peace and Darkness
To fight me
is to fight Fate
But please do continue
To fight me,
'cause it's no fun if you just let me take you.
The ossuary"Please preserve the reverence of this place,"
says the sign at the churchyard gate.
She chuckles and gets swallowed by the iron mouth,
slips between its lips
into a whirl of death
like a soul into Styx.
The upper lip belongs to Heaven,
the lower one to Hell.
She blends in with graveyard's teeth,
after all, the hem of her dress is decorated
with a line of tomb stones.
Spirits of good will enter beside her,
leaving horns and wings by the gate,
causing the lips to quiver.
Wandering between graves,
they reminisce all macabre experiences,
to the chamber built with femurs, ribs and clavicles.
In the ossuary
under a bone
ghosts ignited what used to be
colder than stone.
Skulls on the walls
shed tears of emotion,
as much as they shuddered,
since commotion like this
ain't common in dead places.
As the jaws draw closer together
and all Heaven breaks loose...
You can hear the sky ringing, ringing with the sounds of war
The ground has turned to ash, cinders left behind by these fucking monkeys
Monkeys and their petty quarrels
You can feel, you hear the sound of burning
A world destroyed by a race who was left behind to care for it
Humans and their ridiculous fighting, the never ending fighting
The ghosts take you into the space betwixt spaces, and you can see all
You begin to live vicariously, watching through the eyes of another
And when one pair of eyes goes dark, you find another
And like this, you witness the fall of empires
The destruction of nations
The end of all
You watch as society collapses and rots
You watch as worms devour all
And the snakes start to sing
Eyes of the NightEyes of the Night
Common people mutter that the night has eyes
They never know whose eyes those are
Or what they see
The dimensions of vision may differ from theirs
But nobody knows what that might be
Creatures of the night always look at our world differently
We who are living see from the light
The creatures of darkness see from the darkness of the night
Pupils glow like the eyes of the cat
They dart to and fro as though watching us pass
Then they hide with the first signs of morning light
To await the falling of another night
CrusaderIn the one hand, a rosary.
In the other, a sword.
In his eyes, the fire of a man following God.
In his breast, the heart of a religious warrior.
In the one hand, a sword.
In the other, a rosary.
In his path, the enemies of his God.
In his wake, men who've met their's.
In the one hand, a sword.
In the other, a bloody knife.
In his eyes, the fire of a killer.
In his wake, a rosary, discarded and forgotten.
In the one hand, a sword.
In the other, a growing gash.
In his eyes, the glint of a man gone mad.
In his heart, a void in which God once dwelled.
In the one hand, a sword.
Of the other, naught remains.
In his breast, the cold steel of a foe.
In his eyes, the blank stare of the damned.
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