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If I die, my love for you. will never die

He stood beside her/she stood beside him
Hand in hand, smiling where they stand
They through caution to the wind
Making their next of kin
Traversed the world
And took it by storm

Now there is a time for everything
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to sow, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to break down, a time to build up
A time to weep, a time to laugh
A time to lose, a time to gain
There is a time for everything
But as he stood beside her/and she stood beside him
Hand in hand/smiling where they stand
There is never a time for love to fade away
And like a leave hanging on the tree in sway
He love will stand beside her now
Hand in hand

Grave robber grace robber

Under a midnight sky

A fresh full moon

Staring right down your throat

Still the sky changes not to blood or darkness

But to an even brighter full moon

So you can watch the grim reaper walk down the tracks  (hell hounds on leash)

Whistling your tune

Grave robber grave robber

Take my coffin

Throw it to the sea and let it take me

Sands of time

A eunuch stands at the hallow grounds. Singing into the hollow tree trunk. Singing of lovers lost and a life once watched.

Standing in awe of the mist as the night revives to the  fog as the dawn rolls into the hallow ground. Rolling in like the tide curling over the sands of time

White over green

And weeds wrapping around the sphere of water like a bag in the wind

Still the eunuch can’t find the answers to the song that he sings

Or what the morning starts to bring

Minds criss cross in a single wrinkle in time

Spirits roam in wandering towards the light

Lingering and labouring through the walls into the sands of time

White on grey

Swinging through the breeze less hallways and corridors

The afternoon is when they take their tea

Looking as the waves curl onto the sands of time from the grasping sea

Now all will be

And the sands of time will never cease to show what needs to be seen

Hell we create

Watch as a man dressed in a black suit with a skinny tie. Strut towards the middle of the night. Longing into the foggy mist of the unknown.
In the dark there lies the evil, the nightmares, the monsters lurking in the shadows. But if you pay the man due.
He will keep those shadows wounded

Straight from the boat mans mouth a line and sinker. Hooking your teeth and dragging you to hell below.
Where evil wont linger
But if you pay the man due
He will keep those shadows wounded

Look for the devil in the details and summon the might to write in the pen that is mightier then the sword.
As sticks and stones may break bones
My silver tongue will cut you
You can dance with the devil
And haunt the prey
But you will always be the one who’s slane

Garden grow

The Calming over the storm
The Blind leading the Deaf
in search of so much more

The Swamp, The Mire, The Moor
All sink into the hallows
Feet wading in muddy shallows
Shins blurred into bone marrow
Still we dance, Tonight
we drink to the fright
the sun rises after the night
This Swamp, This Mire, This Moor
All such a mighty sight

Light the eucalyptus
you need to lift this
and let the candle float in hell

The only time you heal, is when your alone
The only time you steal, is when your cut to the bone

Dried after the storm
like a woman scorn
A man is born, Naked and searching

Let the field of corn, be sown
after the rain, and reaping has grown

Letting the blind lead the deaf
there’s nothing let to see
Letting the mute speak to the slow
Human’s can start to be

Stand at the gate
watch the garden grow
and burn all the fate
letting destiny a flow
Through the gate and have this garden grow

Me, Maybe

This place left in a palace full of malice and pride
Carpets and tapestries all formed from human hide
Stand Focused, Awake and Aware
Stand under the ivories embrace and leave this broken mirror, looking at its own face
Believe me, sir
I have seen the black panther purr
Killed her and wore her fur
This was done with nothing pure
Will these walls fall? (As Jericho slammed to the ground)
Trumpets and voices sound (All came tumbling down)
Now bound to a voice of reason and blasphemy
Blinded by a place of the darkest unseen
Hell now seems like a love scene (In Paradise)
Fire and Brim stone lead ashes to ashes standing tall

Embrace me
Murder me
Smash my Roses and Burn my Bridges
Understand me, Maybe

I Am A Passenger

As the water flows

The mystery shows

Dancing, As the wind blows

The Letters (The Red Letters) Around

This poisoned Ground

Making nothing not even and sound

The Train stops and sighs with smoke

Passengers Choke

On the words they spoke “I Am A Passenger, I Am A Passenger”

As you walk through the streets

Snapping your fingers to the beats

People looking…..oh so meek

Not knowing what they seek

The plane comes to a complete screech

on the pavement

Hands Held out…… For payment

Saying “I Am A Passenger, I Am A Passenger, I Am A Passenger”

Revelations Reckoning

The horn’s will sound

The beast’s will level the ground

The Angels will call, When Satan starts the fall

Diving into a pit of lava

to start the thousand year reign

No thunder, No lighting, not even rain

The righteous will die from foreign pain

The blood of the God’s will stain

The Earth, The Skies and The Souls

Children will bath in the rivers of blood and sleep on the shores of plague

Crime will run unflinching

Grime will stain the finger nails of man

Time will cease

The Dime will be the number of the beast

Never achieving peace

All doors shut

All windows boarded up

Concrete will bend, crack and split

Mountains will Bow, Crawl and Scatter

The Winds will Bellow, Cry and Scream

To find Revelations Reckoning

its been 3 years

elected endeavours of emporers

so it has been 3 years since i started my poetic career. it has been a battle but fun all the same

here is the link to my first full length book of poetry

filled with poems about Life, Love and Death 

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