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October 2013

Under the sky

Under the sky….. With the foundation of her bottle

THRUST

4 the Stars

5 the Scars

6 the Gods

7 the Demons

8 the Light

Encoded in the numbers Written in news paper fonts

THREAT

All Hail

All Fail

All Tail

All follow the Knife

Blood trails through the carpet

Blood trails off my hands

I wash myself clean, I WASH MYSLEF CLEAN

Saviour

Im not the savior your looking for

How can you believe in such a fool?

What a decision of the poor

Nature even calls me the lost

I cant be a savior when im sinking lower then davey jones’ locker

draw my name in the sand muddy and washed away by the sea

I’ll bring you closer to the start, I’ll bring it further from its heart

and I know you love him but ill show you aside which u cant unseen

with lights growing dim and I’m the siren in the sea which will never be the savior your looking for and the one real key

So We Sang…..

Cigarette in hand walking paraell to the sea in the sandy plans

Stars fill the breeze with candlelight

Its peaceful up here

Below the tide where all is clear and ther is no where to hide sharks swim in search of prey (flesh of a virgin)

I met a mermaid once I was walking down the sandy plans of Copenhagen Denmark (Long Island in my hand and sunglasses fixed across my eyes) Walking down the beach in Denmark I stumbled, bummbled, tripped over a Tail A Tail from an enchanting beauty So I crumbled to the sand beside her and we talked

Telling eachother of the tales we endured

The lengths of love

I sang the songs of the land

As she sang the songs of the seas

So we sang…….

One Man

As The orchastra plays

forward in 4/4 timing

From the Angels lips

I heard the song of the mystical notes  Backwards to the tempo

Placed in an order so chaotic yet full of harmony

Strings held to reverb

Drums to linger in an essence of tones

Winds from the north and south, east and west carry a birds tune

Penguin suits and lions tails forked in-between the legs of a piano

with woodwinds spilling the secrets for tomorrow to remember

Standing is one man ordering what needs to be heard

Then the mistor with his profound acting

coxing the pedals and the horns to blossom for tomorrow

 

His song of misery, pain, achievement and gain

Only to have the angels profess in psalms How lovely this song is and all should hear (like the morning doves song)

When this begins again

When the sky fell and the angels ran

Your eyes were the safest hand

and I know I know

What will happen when I see your face

So when the sky fell and the angels ran

The gods looked for their right hand

I know In know

That when this begins again

I’ve sailed the 7 sea’s searching for the whitest sand Finding nothing but a line in the sand causing a confusion of hands

Hell and I found the devils upper hand stool his youth and broke the minute hand leaving it on his night stand

When the sky fell and the angels ran

Your eyes were the safest hand

and I know  I know

What will happen when I see your face

So when the sky fell and the angels ran

The gods looked for their right hand

I know In know That when this begins again

I’ve walked down the darkest alley streets to find people I love to meet greet them with a smile and a cigarette

So is this what the line in the sand had at hand, left to be weak land and unfaltering sand

I remember playing in the band, on the band stand

Thats when…..

 The sky fell and the angels ran

Your eyes were the safest hand

and I know I know

What will happen when I see your face

So when the sky fell and the angels ran

The gods looked for their right hand

I know I know

That when this begins again

ITs offical poetry day (whos who)

 

Who is your favorite poet?

who has help you find your writing style?

After This

And he pushed himself to the ending of time

the stopping of what was created to fight against

He pushed himself, no sleep, no food all  mindset and walking alone

Yes, Depression has its loneliness Yet death is a better friend then they.

THEY are called only by name once seen flying

ARE they just stories

 ONLY by the time you read this

AFTER He pushed himself to break  and shot

THOUGHTS

After this, all this, names fade and become fake

After all this people will remember nothing other then how you died.

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