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Message from a DoveNotes of
love chirp from a cold stone bloodbath Jagged
flowers thrash about on the path Musical
mouth of a preacher mind-bent Stop to
smell the roses, and feel his wrath. Harps and
flutes sing as his story goes on Verbal roots grasp to imprison your head "Follow
me or burn" the trumpets join in Message
of faith like needle and thread "Knock
only my door I will show forth more." Needle of
delusion sews shut your will "Live
your life full, you can always repent" Your choice and value his deceptive kill |
Gardens of WasteLife's
choir of purple harmony, Rings blues
from a black chimney. Erotic dance for the tongue of present, Fat gut
content, money well spent. Hands of
time tick you've only a taste, Curdled
milk ruins, and gardens of waste |
Our Self ExpressionWhose is
the face I speak to? The I in
life is only To them I
am but a face My heart of
blood is lonely Those who
act to guide our lives They speak
and do as they may These faces
don't pay your fare Reality is
your way Life's a
play you and yourself Actors
don't commit their crimes Flesh faces
mimic our selves Only we each are not mimes |
Romeo and JulietAlone and
cold with her dark thoughts Destruction,
erupts in her head Mental lava
to boil the soul The tears
of pain he will soon shed Sarcastic
message "I love you". Tucked
under the welcome mat Suicidal
revenge from floor nine Warm meat and
crushed bone lay flat. Fresh scent
of death on the front steps Bleeding
face without expression The
crusted paper memory Where is her desperate last laugh? |
Soldier boyWho's the champion? His long
last thought Where's the
freedom For which
he fought Collapsed
lungs Against his
spine As his
chest fell For the
last time Conquered
death Now he
lives In life he
takes In death he gives |
My ZenFaith is belief in your own choices. Choice is dissolved in the light of certainty. If our choices are true then our thoughts exist. If our choices are false, then we are not living in reality; Which is uncertain hell.
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