She sits on the other side of the room
Yet her lyrical words draw in my eyes
Her works entrap my gaze in this heavenly tomb
Her angelic dialect only matched by her warmly guise
I find my mouth curve whenever she speaks
Is her beatific tongue gonna be my demise?
Since I first heard her song my spirit sways as it peaks
Yet it cannot speak it’s blissful meter
The siren’s waves trapped me in their wakes
My metronome loses track when I see her
But my music is aroused by her cords
I know she can’t see me yet for her libretto I yearn
It is her voice that could call fourth all lords
But why can’t her words call for me?
Why can’t I be made of the summoned hoards?
Yet to her I’ll listen, because her tune is free
Though to it’s lines I am but a slave
I don’t want to move and I cannot flee
Oh what lonesome roads we pave
To play our songs through fear and fume
Because if we don’t our freedom we waive
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Game Over
Is life still just a game that we partake
Or have we grown exhausted of this board
The same blue car the same green path for what
A nagging wife and plastic kids who cry
Maybe we do this for the bankruptcy
But if you’re not a fan of life there’s more
Maybe monopoly?
I’ll let you be the dog if I’m the shoe
And we’ll grow rich by buying luscious homes
No wife, no kids, and you have all the cash
Although we’ll both be old when the game’s done
Maybe we should just pick another game?
Sorry is all that I have left to play
But you can still begin before I do
Then I can stab you first and proceed on
Then you can throw me down to get ahead
And then we’ll carve each other’s twisted throats
Don’t you want to play this savage game?
No matter what you pick it doesn’t change
You make it to the end and then you’re done
This choice shows who you are and who you’ll be
Are you sorry or are you just plain life?
Or monopoly?
Well either way the game’s over for you.
Or have we grown exhausted of this board
The same blue car the same green path for what
A nagging wife and plastic kids who cry
Maybe we do this for the bankruptcy
But if you’re not a fan of life there’s more
Maybe monopoly?
I’ll let you be the dog if I’m the shoe
And we’ll grow rich by buying luscious homes
No wife, no kids, and you have all the cash
Although we’ll both be old when the game’s done
Maybe we should just pick another game?
Sorry is all that I have left to play
But you can still begin before I do
Then I can stab you first and proceed on
Then you can throw me down to get ahead
And then we’ll carve each other’s twisted throats
Don’t you want to play this savage game?
No matter what you pick it doesn’t change
You make it to the end and then you’re done
This choice shows who you are and who you’ll be
Are you sorry or are you just plain life?
Or monopoly?
Well either way the game’s over for you.
Ragnarokr
The air is stained with smells of ash. an orange glow is reflected off my shield
The scene of now is forged of mince and blood stained blade
The visions solace struck dead by hammers
This land has fallen from it’s height and lost the stakes
The sword is now unworthy of my once great scabbard
My pity for these men attack my gut like darts
No matter what the great cause was my mind still darts
The cries of death and pain I cannot break by shield
I claw the ground and then retrieve a dead man’s fallen scabbard
The pain of this whole tragedy is worse than any blade
The loss of life on this great earth attacks us all like stakes
All pounded war hammers
Our hands are weakened, beaten by hammers
And yet the gods still attack us with darts
Just as we’re cows (soon to be stakes)
If so the gods are vile and they must be stopped by shields
Or shall we strike at them with these fell blades
The gods will rue the day they gave us a scabbard
Not even Thor will take our now fell scabbard
Instead he will just lose his once great hammer
And we will not be stopped my Odin’s blade
For instead he will fall by his own darts
Freya has now given us Baldr’s shield
And now the gods know Asgard is at stake
The gods will fall by our hands with our stakes
The last that they will see are now scabbards
Our rage even the gods themselves can’t shield
Asgard will fall by it’s once faithful hammer
Our fists shall pound upon the gates like darts
Our words shall fall on them like mighty blades
Alfar will fall upon our blade
And Heimdallr shall bow to our fell hammer
This loss will strike great Odin like a dart
Ragnarok shall start by our fell scabbard
And the gods will fall by our fell hammer
Yet alas Frey will not have our great shield
Midgard will be forged by our shield and blade
Our hammer will kill Niddhoggr and use him as our stake
Our scabbards will fall into the ground like darts
The scene of now is forged of mince and blood stained blade
The visions solace struck dead by hammers
This land has fallen from it’s height and lost the stakes
The sword is now unworthy of my once great scabbard
My pity for these men attack my gut like darts
No matter what the great cause was my mind still darts
The cries of death and pain I cannot break by shield
I claw the ground and then retrieve a dead man’s fallen scabbard
The pain of this whole tragedy is worse than any blade
The loss of life on this great earth attacks us all like stakes
All pounded war hammers
Our hands are weakened, beaten by hammers
And yet the gods still attack us with darts
Just as we’re cows (soon to be stakes)
If so the gods are vile and they must be stopped by shields
Or shall we strike at them with these fell blades
The gods will rue the day they gave us a scabbard
Not even Thor will take our now fell scabbard
Instead he will just lose his once great hammer
And we will not be stopped my Odin’s blade
For instead he will fall by his own darts
Freya has now given us Baldr’s shield
And now the gods know Asgard is at stake
The gods will fall by our hands with our stakes
The last that they will see are now scabbards
Our rage even the gods themselves can’t shield
Asgard will fall by it’s once faithful hammer
Our fists shall pound upon the gates like darts
Our words shall fall on them like mighty blades
Alfar will fall upon our blade
And Heimdallr shall bow to our fell hammer
This loss will strike great Odin like a dart
Ragnarok shall start by our fell scabbard
And the gods will fall by our fell hammer
Yet alas Frey will not have our great shield
Midgard will be forged by our shield and blade
Our hammer will kill Niddhoggr and use him as our stake
Our scabbards will fall into the ground like darts
Celestial Woman (edit of Beautiful Women)
I am Surrounded by celestial women
Their air is sweeter than fresh cut gardenias
Their hair is softer and smoother than the smoothest fur
Their eyes twinkle more than the great night sky
Their skin’s more gorgeous than pristine leather
And yet, these goddesses still are blind to beauty
Theirs is one that makes Freya herself desirous
Yet they turn to railings and whores as reference guides
When does this madness stop it’s damn movement?
This movement that whittles our angels to dust
Where ass is money and falsehood is king
And where magnificence is trashed for swine
When will this beautiful doves rely on themselves to fly?
Can we even see true beauty anymore
Or are these stars now only dust?
I hope these stars unleash it now
And quick before it rusts
Their air is sweeter than fresh cut gardenias
Their hair is softer and smoother than the smoothest fur
Their eyes twinkle more than the great night sky
Their skin’s more gorgeous than pristine leather
And yet, these goddesses still are blind to beauty
Theirs is one that makes Freya herself desirous
Yet they turn to railings and whores as reference guides
When does this madness stop it’s damn movement?
This movement that whittles our angels to dust
Where ass is money and falsehood is king
And where magnificence is trashed for swine
When will this beautiful doves rely on themselves to fly?
Can we even see true beauty anymore
Or are these stars now only dust?
I hope these stars unleash it now
And quick before it rusts
Our Cherry Blossom Tree (A short-short romance story)
Standing under the cherry blossom tree I gaze upon the angel standing beside me. Her beautiful skin, smooth as the fairest lace, the sunlight glistening off it. Her dazzling brown eyes--as brown as the majestic cherry blossom tree and so deep that I could get lost in them without a care. Her brunet hair basked in the rays of the sun and looked all the more calming and warmed my fast-beating heart. Her arms were wrapped around my right arm lazily, her delicate fingers laced between each other. Her side leaned against mine giving me all her non existent weight.
When I look up to where her head was cradled by my shoulder, I see her looking deep into my eyes with hers and my heart began to race. I bring my eyes down to her soft lips and see them lay on each other more beautifully than a rose’s petals. I stare at her lips and found my mouth dry. I swallow, still not taking my eyes off her bewitching lips. Then, I see her lips begin to part and I look up to where her gorgeous brown pools were staring back at me, like they were in a dream. We stared at each other before finally succumbing to the urges that the sakura tree seemed to be bestowing on us. I brought my right arm around her back, resting on her lower back and brought my left arm to the back of her head. She draped her incredible arms around my neck. Her eyes were darting from my eyes to my lips, as I found myself doing to her. Without wasting a second more our heads move towards each other for what seemed like an eternity and yet, when our lips delicately touched each other, it seemed to go all too fast.
We spent an immeasurable amount of time like that, our embrace slowly growing tighter as if there was a threat of God himself forcing our lips apart. In that small moment I knew what heaven had to be like, because there was no way anything could be better, or make me happier, than that moment. Her lips tasted sweeter than any candy in the world and her scent was sweeter than the cherry blossom tree that seemed to shield us from the flow of time itself. Her embrace was like having a ribbon laced around the back of my neck, her finger like lace ties.
Soon our eyes caught sight of the fading orange light of the evening and we knew we had to release. Our bodies reluctantly separated and our eyes slowly met once more. When our eyes met we both looked away but not before turning red as cherries at the memory of what we had just done. I slowly looked over at her and saw her beautiful face looking ahead. The sides of my lips curved and I looked where she was looking to see the setting sun. I brought my arm around her and her head rested on my shoulder once more. From that moment on I knew that that was our place, our cherry blossom tree.
When I look up to where her head was cradled by my shoulder, I see her looking deep into my eyes with hers and my heart began to race. I bring my eyes down to her soft lips and see them lay on each other more beautifully than a rose’s petals. I stare at her lips and found my mouth dry. I swallow, still not taking my eyes off her bewitching lips. Then, I see her lips begin to part and I look up to where her gorgeous brown pools were staring back at me, like they were in a dream. We stared at each other before finally succumbing to the urges that the sakura tree seemed to be bestowing on us. I brought my right arm around her back, resting on her lower back and brought my left arm to the back of her head. She draped her incredible arms around my neck. Her eyes were darting from my eyes to my lips, as I found myself doing to her. Without wasting a second more our heads move towards each other for what seemed like an eternity and yet, when our lips delicately touched each other, it seemed to go all too fast.
We spent an immeasurable amount of time like that, our embrace slowly growing tighter as if there was a threat of God himself forcing our lips apart. In that small moment I knew what heaven had to be like, because there was no way anything could be better, or make me happier, than that moment. Her lips tasted sweeter than any candy in the world and her scent was sweeter than the cherry blossom tree that seemed to shield us from the flow of time itself. Her embrace was like having a ribbon laced around the back of my neck, her finger like lace ties.
Soon our eyes caught sight of the fading orange light of the evening and we knew we had to release. Our bodies reluctantly separated and our eyes slowly met once more. When our eyes met we both looked away but not before turning red as cherries at the memory of what we had just done. I slowly looked over at her and saw her beautiful face looking ahead. The sides of my lips curved and I looked where she was looking to see the setting sun. I brought my arm around her and her head rested on my shoulder once more. From that moment on I knew that that was our place, our cherry blossom tree.
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