The eve of battleA Knight of noble valor, an honorable man of prestige, awaits his final hour,The eve of battle
to last serve his mighty leige,
He thrusts his sword into the dirt, unleashings tears as it impacts, for all the sorrow he does not hurt, as he attempts to honor his everlasting pact,
as his tears rundown the blade, mixed with the memories go bright, all his worries begin to fade, as he becomes one with the light
his eyes begin to flood with tears, as he is engulfed with dreadful sorrow, feeling the battles from all those years, remebering how he once was
Garbage year roundThe Garbage men in november, O how they wait for June, the season of decent trash, sweet odors of half eaten ice cream, and moldy cheeseGarbage year round
The garbage men of august, wait for the long winter months, to bask in left over holiday wrapping, and the stale comfort of christmas fruit cake
The WindmillThe windmill blades are spinning, Turned by wind and force, The wind’s been always blowing, Letting the windmill take its courseThe Windmill
Time slowly passes,
As each blade turns by, The field of flowers always faces, As human compassion that quickly dies
The mill turns faster, The wind’s not slowing down, This game has become a disaster, As the Gods begin to frown
The wind mixes with raid, Gaining the fury of a storm, Peace and love are masked by pain, As an emotional rage forms
The blade becomes so fierce, With gusts so s
Icei try and try, yet gets me no where i try harder what results will it yield all that remains are the shells the fragments of my trials the questions still linger will i succed? Who is to say, the fates have gone astray As the wind's cold touch embraces me i am only left with the cool feel of frost the snow covers my tracks, as i pace ever forward to what goal? to what destiny darkness has settled upon the sky the heartless moon glances at me as i travel ever forward the light as cold as the wind, no warmth, no retreatIce
Urban Angel
Searching SheepEver wonder were the stars go when the sun is up and all you can see is the light reflection of the moon? Ever think that perhaps the moon and the sun worked together and harvested those tiny little stars in order to make an army of slaves for their dirty and low bidding? Or maybe you never stopped to think why you followed the leader like a lost sheep, searching for answers that would never come. I bet that you are like the rest of these tired little souls acting like scavengers on this God forsaken earth. I know your just dying to leave and roam free in heaven.Searching Sheep
Come, look around you! What makes your life so worth living? Nothi
New something
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Are you looking at me or chewing a brick?
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