A collection of my poems. Give them a read, sharing these are pretty much the main reason I joined Tumblr
———A Bullet Called Passion——
You shoot that piercing gaze at me
With those striking eyes, enticing me
A brief glance and you have me fixated
I attempt to decipher your telepathic broadcast
But your signal’s on a different frequency
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I try to relocate in order to clear the static
To no avail
So I just stare at your face and figure
The mystery of your being starts settling in
My curiosity is a trigger and my passion is a bullet
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And I’m aiming for you
I’ve got you in my sights
Barrel pointed square at your chest
Time momentarily ceases to exist
And I wonder where we’ll take each other
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Will we find ourselves in an immaculate paradise,
Or caught in the throes of a hateful vice?
Will we sail the currents of your sheets like lovers at sea,
Or like those before you will you just abandon me?
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Cuz I can see us under a chandelier of moonlight
Wrapped up in a mutual embrace, and all seems right
So you can give me that cutting gaze till you carve a hole in my face
Cuz you’ll be on my mind from now on, may as well make some space
———Vanquisher of Hearts————-
I’m trying to conceptualize the imps running around in your mind
Is your conscience hard to find?
It would seem so
For you are known as the Vanquisher of Hearts
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It’s almost graceful, the way you lured me in like a magnet
Sedated me with a kiss right before you shattered me into fragments
A simple slash to the chest would have done it
But you buried your poison dagger in me and left it there
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You turned around and left my life as quickly as you came
Like a child who grows bored of playing a new game
You won’t place me in your toy box of cherished memories
You’ll leave me strewn out here on the carpet in pieces
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Your affection was a sweet mist, but your brutality was lightning
Your fingers moved from my back to my throat-tightening
Did you give me all of that warmth
Just so that the tundra of abandonment would be even colder?
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If I said that I still loved you, would you even care?
For you I built a palace in my heart and now nobody’s there
I expect no remorse from you because you rationalize your sins
At least I learned that there’s a trail of broken men behind every pretty grin
————-Harpie——————
You remorseless Harpie
How dare you
Cast your claws upon my chest
Grasping my long-dead heart
A blackened lump of ash and dried-blood
You squeezed it-I felt the once familiar feeling of loving
Of living
Of hoping
Your firm fingers caressed my heart
And it gave a few feeble twitches
With your arms still plunged into my body
You leaned in and stole my soul with a kiss
Your lips like two spears of salvation
Leading the charge into a gallant skirmish
But I wore no armour, I was defenseless against your intentions
Sheer, unadultered joy rushed through my veins
Like some kind of miraculous intoxicant
Illuminating my dim world
Electrifying my uncaring nerves
You raised me up, higher than I had ever been before
And just when I thought I would be given compensation
For all of my past heartbreaks and spiritual anguish
With a mischievous grin, you let me fall from the edge of paradise
And I fell so hard that I tore through the Earth
Descended until I landed in Hell, now I pray you will let me burn in peace
—————The Darkest Soul—————
A creature like me you have never seen
My nature will appall you
Far more than my appearance
Life has beaten me to a withered state
And from this nightmare I cannot escape
Morality of mortals
Means nothing to a mutant like me
I am a fiend, scourge of all beings
I am reckless, I am a grotesque savage
I feast in the tombs of heroes, laughing
The candles of your altars
Grow dim in my presence
Your priests’ eyes widen
In homage, Demons bow before me
As I raise my bloodstained fist in glory
My heart is blacker than the depths of space
And more dead than a rotting corpse
Place your hand on it and it will rot at touch
My corroded body serves as a vessel for my hatred
Breeding doom my sole desire, in a cradle so tainted
So spare me your myths of Love
Dependence is weakness,
A curse masked as a blessing
Save your affection, to me it is worthless
I am a soul so dark, desecration is my only purpose
—————Testimony of A Selfish Man—————
I am dubious of the mystery of Love
The fabled entwinement of souls
The union of two
It seems ridiculous that a person can give themselves entirely to another
I do not even understand why a man pledges himself to his mother
There is no woman-neigh, no person, who fully accepts me
But this is a phenomenon that worries me not
In fact, I find it comforting
Who better than me to embrace myself
This is why I value me above anyone else
I am God,
When I say this the pastors gasp: “Blasphemer!!”
This is not to say that I am omnipotent or omniscient
But in the film of my life, I am the star, writer and director
And in every skirmish I engage in I am my own protector
So in self-worship I indulge
And I worship self-indulgence
I seize all that I can
And I give nothing back
Compassion and generosity are things I proudly lack
I will lean on no one for I will always stand
With staunch confidence, I shall conquer all
My own power driving me onward, my core is mighty
These myths of love and friendship are foolish
I have myself, everyone else is useless
—————-Haiku IV-Desire—————-
A fervent passion
The entwinement of bodies
Pure lust without love
———————Haiku III-Majesty——————-
Bow down before me
I am your King and Deity
My will shall be done
————————-Haiku II-Annihilation————————-
Witness grace in wrath
The beauty of destruction
The art of decay
———————-Waiting for the Reaper———————————
A most foul creature I must be,
To be unwanted as I am
No maiden smiles upon sight of my face
In my presence, they wish to be in another place
So I sigh, as the sun tucks
Itself into the horizon
With my frozen heart, I stand in the wind and shiver
Wondering why Cupid only comes my way with an empty quiver
Loveless soil nurtures nothing
And the sky, negligent, never cries over the desert
Oh, how nature’s barren aspects mock my life
As my mystic hatred burns like opium in a pipe
I would like to say that my Heart is the deepest Black
But it is more like a depressing shade of grey
So as the youth dance in glee, locking lips
I dream of thick curtains and the River Styx
Once was my Heart lively and red
Pulsating and emanating love, radiant
But no woman ever wished to be its keeper
Now it is a stone of burden, waiting for the Reaper
And eagerly do I wait, can I be blamed?
Who would want to exist in such numbing agony?
So I anticipate that sickle, that dank, icy breath
All hope lost in life, and so I welcome Death
————Self-Destruction, Restoration————-
In suffering, I find my peace
In agony, I find my victory
So leave me in my brutal winter
Let my spirit break and splinter
Then watch me rebuild my soul
Piece my character back together
A solitary cycle of destruction and restoration
Seeking perfection in this violent transformation
I am both oblivious and uncaring
Of whether you admire my quest or not
I decimate myself for my own satisfaction
Not to impress you or for any reaction
I pride myself in overcoming the
Human desire for self-preservation
It makes me invincible, superior, my lust for pain
The rest of you are burdened by fear, like ball and chain
So do not save me, I am content
Any rescue would be a futile insult
You can call it masochism, but it is an art
The way I eradicate myself, and then restart
————————-Love, Space & Time———————-
Your tender figure, just beyond my fingers
You smile as you watch me try
To touch you with my outstretched hand
My love thrusts itself towards you in any land
This distance is nothing, it matters not
For you’re ever so close to my heart
So neglect space, we’re only divided by time
Let it expire, and verily you shall be mine
I know you remember the time we shared
Those glorious moments of our bonding
Brief they were, but magical upon reflection
Love, tell me that you too felt that connection
In you I cannot find neither fault nor flaw
Utterly, your perfection enchants me
Mystified and consumed by your spell
Nations are nothing, I’ll follow you to hell
But I fear we are threatened by impatience
For immediate distractions can be appealing
So I ask for your strength and patientce, do wait
The story of our union is written in the book of Fate
—————————-The Elder—————————-
So many times have I swore to weep no more
Just as many times I broke those promises
A robed Elder with a jar stands at my door
Collecting my tears, counting my losses
And when my heart turns to ice
He brings wood and starts a flame
He keeps me living at any price
Only to witness my sorrow and shame
I know not his name, nor his origin
I only know that he exists
So aged, the centuries corrode his skin
Too old to simply clench his fists
This wretched old man in his dirty robe
His hood hanging low over his eyes
Despite his age he’ll follow me across the globe
Determined to deny me my sweet demise
————Astronauts of Thought————-
I Consider this one to be my masterpiece, at least so far.
The Ignorant smile, no concern for deep thought
The Curious frown, pondering what is and what is not
A venomous study, to analyze reality’s true fibre
Pushing ourselves to madness to deem ourselves wiser
Musicians of Science, we feel the Universe’s rhythm
Pursuing the Answer, to avoid becoming the Question’s victim
Theistic and atheistic unite in the Temple of the Mind
In the name of contemplation of our realm’s design
Cognitive Adventurers, touring lands of the absurd
Slowly waking the populace so they can hear our words
Seeking order in a world of values in reverse
Where unjust notions are approved just because they work
Misunderstood Heroes, on uncertain quests
Pillaging the treasures on unbreakable chests
Uptaking the challenge of philosophy, risking insanity
But we prefer to lose our minds instead of plunging into vanity
Astronauts of Thought, desiring a real understanding
Governed by simple minds, materially demanding
Searching for a sanctuary to attain ascension
All in the name of knowledge and it’s progression
The Gold-Holders
The coinless tread ruined streets
Searching for morsels of purpose
Deep within a sea of suffering
While the Gold-Holders feast above the surface
Where expensively dressed gentlemen
Discuss their latest exploits and ventures
No fear for coming days of old age
They will continue to converse through gold dentures
And their sons will fill new suits
So that they too can play financial games
And keep the Great Machine in motion
Practicing exclusivity, never relinquishing the reigns
To an eternal hierarchy, watch them
Enjoy Existence, in their dens over wine
Served by rigid-faced butlers, believing
That their lifestyles will endure overtime
No heed for the hunch-backed peasants,
Poorly-clothed, ugly and underfed
Their singular aspiration: To survive,
And postpone the day they join the dead
But there is one idea that haunts
The Gold-Holder as he sleeps
A whisper of Revolution makes
Him cringe under his silk sheets
Nightmares of furious farmers
And mad miners in menacing mobs
With old guns and rusty weapons,
Knowing that vengeance follows sobs
———Spiritual Starvation at Chateau de Amour————-
The feast of peace is hidden behind a firm curtain
With no ropes to move them, my meal is uncertain
Spiritual starvation, my solitary soul screams for scraps
Of love and affection, so I too can smile and laugh
My hungry heart howls, for my plate remains empty
While lovers line dining halls to devour sweet emotions plenty
The place is nameless, but I call it Chateau de Amour
Envy envelops me as their crumbs fall upon the floor
They embrace and kiss as they their entrees and desserts
While I nibble on morsels of bitter loneliness and hurt
I peer into the windows as they link arms and sip drinks
Gazing into each other’s eyes, knowing what the other thinks
Rain and wind blows, still I stare in like a lowlife tramp
At the smiling couples dining under dim-lit lamps
Seated on chairs of fine wood, under a grand chandelier
I direly long to enter, but am never allowed near
The lovers lock lips and satisfy their appetites
While I lick my own, spiritually starved on lonely nights
Disease & War
My pen grows still as I lose poetic will
My body stays strong, but my soul is most ill
Dear friends, a strange sickness now hounds me
My joys are short, sadness slowly surrounds me
Not clinical depression, this ailment is spiritual in nature
Originating from deep feelings of fright and failure
This malady is untreatable by any doctor or priest
It’s an inner battle I must fight on my own to win peace
Trying not to be needy, but it’s lonely living with no lover
Lacking a lass to lean on, my resolve melts like warm butter
As the winds of worry blow I can feel this cancer grow
It seems impossible, frantically fighting a faceless foe
Always been my own legion, but now my morale is so low
My armour falling apart, my march steadily getting slow
My blade is dulling, my flag hides behind it’s pole
Still I trudge on to wage this war of an unclear goal
——————-Stronghold of Sorrow———————-
A cold wind blows through the empty corridors of my soul
Used to own a beating heart, now I got a gaping hole
Possessing a mind barren of any type of love or caring
A stranger to tranquility, the sirens of chaos always blaring
Sometimes I sleep but I never really get any rest
Feeling like my past self is locked away in some chest
I was joyous, always wearing a smile or a laugh
But I lost myself along my way, strayed off that path
Now I reside in a land of spite and despair
I built myself a palace of grief to call my lair
The stones were carved from broken hopes and defeat
Then I crafted a throne from my own hate for a seat
Decorations of black and red emerged in the hall
I cried mixed tears of sorrow and pride before it all
I sigh lengthily, realizing visitors will never come
To my Stronghold of Sorrow, my Great House of Glum
———————Haiku I—————————
Lone Flame amongst trees
Pleasure, in absence of Love
Words be code to me
———Sorrows of the Beserker—————-
Mountains,
Crumbling upon my wrath,
Fountains,
Shower blood along my path
Are you like me,
Do you travel in a land with no sun?
A land with no warmth and no one
To hold you or show you affection,
To love you or offer any protection.
Show me your wounds,
For my scars run too deep
Tell me your filthiest secrets,
For mine are too dark to not keep
Dreamless I sleep,
Tearless I weep,
Relentless, I destroy
The already smashed ruins around me.
And myself.
—————Black Reckoner———————
Along These,
Lines of Wrath, behold human Hate
Be Weak or Strong, this is your fate
So many dreams have all died a century past
What makes you think that yours will pass?
I Am,
Black Reckoner, foulest of beings
Death-Beaconer, master of strings
I cast my shadow upon your dreams
I tear apart your imagination by the seams
Feel me,
Travel through your frail veins
I sedate you, numb all your pains
I envelop you completely, we become one
I bring you down in cycles, like the Sun
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XXXX-Man and Beast
“He who makes a Beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man”
Oh Dr. Johnson, now I truly understand
I used to climb skyscrapers and tread roads
Now I feed on deer, fish and toads
I used to indulge in a miselading illusion
But now I have rid myself of that confusion
I toiled in a box for scraps of green paper
But now I am free, soul as light as vapour
These trees and birds are friends, we converse daily
When Man hears my cry, he thinks I am crazy
I laugh at his rifle, his fabricated security
His beloved ignoracne will keep truth in obscurity
To most, my existance is a disaster
But I am Beast, not Man, and Beast has no master
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XXXIV-Only A Shadow
I am only a Shadow
Present but unnoticed
I will reveal myself
Only when you are focused
I merge with the darkness
But even then, I am there
You will never be rid of me
As part of you as your hair
I am only a thought
Conjured by your mind
You will not search for me
But it is I you will find
You are my originator
And you will be my ender
But one day you will resurrect me
And once again hold me tender
I am indeed unpleasant
Since you see me as so
But even as you resent me
I will follow where you go
You will curse my name
And hate me, this I know
But you should learn to return my love
For I am your shadow
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The Veil of Naivety
As a child I saw the world as a vast playground
Where I could chase fantasy and adventure all around
Blinded by optimism, opportunity lay wherever my eyes fell
I had my whole life worked out before I could even spell
But then the Veil of Naivety slowly came down
All childish giggles fell silent as I heard new sound
And what new sounds do I hear?
I hear a man beat his wife, drunk on beer
I hear a mechanical empire of cogs and wheels
And I see a plastic CEO making big corporate deals
I see a divided world of self-centered nations
I see companies desecrate natural creations
Everyone speaks, but no one really listens
They constantly confound us with a labyrinth of decisions
Now my hands are cupped, full of adult tears
Because I deeply miss the obliviousness we lose over the years
