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Comptilation: My best
This is a rather LONG and varied comptilation of what I feel (and through critiques, what others feel) are my best poems. I by no means expect ANYONE to take the time to read this entire blurb. But, it's here if you want to.
When the nails drove home (spirituality)
Meek and mild, tender loving mercy
He gave the world a smile
He healed the sick, he cast out demons
Gave sight to the blind, all the while
A man of statutes, he followed the law to the letter
The lamb of God, not one blemish found to roam
So on that day, they took him to Calvary
I scarce can take it in, as the nails drove home
And as the nails drove home, he cried "Father"
"Forgive them they know not what they do"
And as the nails drove home, I started weeping
For it was meant for me for the nails to pierce through
And as they mocked my savior, casting lots
A murderer cried "Save us, if your the Christ!"
Another hanging there rebuked him
And Jesus took him to paradise
And as the nails drove home, I sat weeping
And as they pierced his side, he set me free
But at the base of the cross, I lingered longer
Because I knew that those nails were meant for me
I'm a liar, thief, and fornicator
I've murdered with my mind, I've lusted with my eyes
I'm full of pride, deceit and envy
And when the nails drove home, I heard him cry
"My precious child, I take this burden
And I gladly bear it for your soul to save
The shepard lays his life down for the flock
Even for a single lamb I'd wander to the cross"
Now every time a trial or temptation
Crosses my path, I remember Calvary
Every fear and doubt and frustration
I simply remember the nails that were meant for me
Chessboard of Life (spirituality)
On the table of cosmos, at the very far end
Is the corner of life, and shuns from the sin
Gazing the board are the king and his wife,
Gazing over the chessboard of life.
The field is grisly, the men, war torn
They feel as if their lives are forlorn
The feel as if they are forsaken,
Every time a piece is taken.
Black and white, the colors of war
Good and evil, a cliché seen before
And all the kings horses and all the kings men
Charge into battle, again and again.
Righteous pieces, are the white
Jesus rides upon the knight
A holy bishop standing tall,
Ready to obey God’s call
A rook stands ready, his name, St. Peter
The Queen is Mary, no one can beat her
A row of good hearted pawns stand steady
Their weapons of truth are at the ready
The king who reigns from his golden throne
Is none other than God, and God alone.
Cross the field, to evil’s dominion
Ripped apart by bias opinion
The harlot of Babylon, the queen for the black
A row of demons, prepared for attack
Four horsemen are ready to start their ride,
And the bishop preaches Satan’s lies
The rook is the tower of Babel so tall,
Ready to stand? Or ready to fall
And on the throne of blood and pain
Sits Lucifer, upon evil reign.
In the chessboard of life, there’s no guarentee
That what you do is righteous you see
There’s no guarentee, it’s life as is
So you must have faith, as God is bliss
On the chessboard of life, you’ll lose a few
Will it be worth it when the battle’s through?
When all is over, and all is gone
Your most valuable piece, was that tiny pawn
The little ragged soldier, with the beady eyes
The beady eyes, that always cry
The tattered clothes, the feet with no shoes
But that pawn was willing to fight for YOU.
In the chessboard of life, there’s more than a knight
There’s more than a rook, there’s more men to fight
Even the tiniest pawn so serine
Can cross the board, and turn into a QUEEN.
In the chessboard of life, there’s the black and the white
Tell me my friend, for which side will you fight?
Satan and his ill willed army of spite?
Or God and his glorious fire of light
The battle has started, across the field
Move’s a demon, bearing hate’s shield
The shield was broken by none other than love,
Another piece taken by God, up above.
A counter strike, is underway
A horsemen rides, early that day
St. Peter is killed, mourn his death
A point fort the black, Satan does jest
The war torn land is fought for all day,
And in the end, scattered astray
The pieces are beaten, on both sides, a tie
And all accomplished was fighting to DIE
But what’s this I see in the corner, a pawn?
The ragged old pawn is making a run
To the corner of the board, he is changed
Into a queen, set to win the game
Horse has fallen, Jesus is crushed
Under the weight of his mare, he thrusts
An open hand to the ragged old man,
Who will save the future of life, if he can
Revived in a instant, Jesus’ Horse
He ride’s on a bearing, a strictly set course
With the queen, they defeat, in moments last stand
Satan is dead, no more plague to man
Armaggedon was won that night
A battle was fought, like no other fight
And what did you learn from the game just won?
A scrawny old pawn, can save God’s own son
A meager old pawn can cross the field
And take the game, with new power to wield.
On the chessboard of life, ragged old men
Have potential to become queens again.
On the chessboard of life, when up against hate
The tiniest pawn can whisper "Checkmate."
Well of Souls (Gothic/The Crimson Order)
Into formation the figure flows
And oft it shakes when the wind blows
A crooked leperous hand unfolds
Reaching out of the well of souls
And out of the mire it climbs and sits
Atop the foul and stenchful pit
And bellowing out of it's hollow throat
A shrill yet shallow wavering note
Creaking arms hold a pipe
As smoke plumes upwards in the night
Shimmering wisps of iron grey
Into the wind, dissareyed
The tainted voice begins to speak
As ghost-white hands form a peak
A tale of horrors long ago
A tale of Dante's well of souls
The earth was without form and void
And darkness cast over the face of the deep
Like a snapshot from an old polaroid
Black sunflowers bend and weep
In a garden of cultivated tears
Grows an orchard of deepest fears
And before me stood this nightmare
But I could only stare
He told me of the pristine garden gates
He told me of beauty, and of fate
The way things were before they died
The day that Warlock fell from the sky
"In the well of souls, you never grow old
Allthough you rot amidst the mold
Your body decays and threads are frayed
But no, you never grow old"
"In the well of souls, the bodies float
Their eyes are white as snow
Our hair iron gray, and rotting skin
Come join us at the show"
"In the well of souls, you re-live hell
Time over and over again
In this God forsaken well
We re-live our past sin"
And crawling up from the well
Came spawning my deepest fears
An army of decaying corpse shells
Drawing all to near
"Join us!" they cried, in misery
And I, simply longing to be free
I lay at my side my good shepherd
Touched their hands and became a leper
Morticus (Three chapters of eternity)
A season in the grim abyss
The Dreary world of Morticus
Along the river, here transcend
A graceful journey, at an end
Soon shall darkness strike the hills
Judicate, our endless shrills
So starts the tale, so songbirds hum
The grisly tale of Morticum
The gates of hell gaze down on me
As brimstone grows on Satan’s tree
Reserved, among these lonely gates
Preserved, was death, and drawing fate
A rush of wind felt all around
To guard the gates, a lone hellhound
The trio of eternity,
Heaven, hell, purgatory
Sent a knave from Lucifer
Sent to see my soul deter
Amidst the clouds of ebony
Demons chant “Ave Satani”
Howling souls do not but thrash
All reason found, gone in a flash
As it was written, it was done
Armageddon, God had won
For all low mortals, torn desire
Sent to scorch in the lake of fire
A tall, cloaked figure follows me
A blood stained sickle, holdeth he
I hear his voice, a hollow tone
“Follow me, to thy new home”
The iron gates of hell do part
Mellowed hatred, where I art
The ides of sin, have come at last
A haunting tint, of my grim past
Disfigured and fallow, a bony hand
Points across the endless land
“Welcome to Morticus, I wish you well
Morticum… an alias known for hell…”
I take a step on blood-red sand
I follow this ghastly, outstretched hand
He beckons me enter, this lonely place
This man with no life… this man with no face
I follow his biddings, have I a choice?
Something grim in the tone of his voice
All around in the thick of the air
Sounds of screaming, from those not spared
Goblins and ghouls, do circle above
A pagan cry, of death’s fatal dove
Black and brimstone, angels soar high
The end of all sin, is surely nigh
The deepest circle of hell awaits
I knew at once, when I entered the gaits
And nothing to save my spirit from death
The most unsacred place, ‘tis where I must rest
An echo of demons, speak my name
Lycanthroat evil, spare me no fame
Bound to walk eternally fouled
As souls of sinners scream and howl?
Plagued by terror, foul yet fair
Evils lament, my soul does tear
This stranger has come, to this strange land
A place to punish mortal man
Down a stairway of skulls, lies his lair
This, his courtroom of despair
Satan’s the judge, in hand, his gavel
My sentence, “Till thine own soul unravel.”
As Lucifer bids, I’m cast in hell
Atop of my clock, the bell strikes twelve
My soul is cast in the lake of fire
The flames of hell, only seep higher
Blackened crows now peck at my eyes
I’ve joined the horrid chorus of cries
A sea of sinners, across the abyss
Eternity spent, in Morticus
All for one and one for all (Love)
A tous le monde, Je suis un pour tous et tous pour un...
The fear is killing you my dear
It’s strangling you like a garret
You choke, but not for long, I'm near
If you do find love, ensnare it.
Trap any shame or guilt inside
Box it up with a parcel of pride
Tie a ribbon with your heart so wide,
And send it down the shoreline.
Now take some love, which you have plenty of, and a little bit of joy,
Mix in a little strength, at some length,
and finish it off with beauty.
Your love is deeper than an endless hall,
Your all for one and one for all.
Your strength is longer than China's Great Wall, because your all for one
and one for all.
Honor the past and never do fall
your all for one and one for all
Sail on your great mast, and never appall
your all for one and one for all
Your grace is deeper than the ocean blue, and I've never met one as
graceful as you.
Don't ever stop fighting to find the truth, because someday, the truth might
find you.
Wounded courage won't stop you, just never be thralled
Your all for one and one for all.
Broken to Pieces (hope)
Your broken to pieces
Your thrown to parts,
Your life is in shambles,
And what’s LEFT of your heart.
Your tattered and torn, and shattered and worn
Your broken to pieces, and pieces to mourn.
Your flame of pride, extinguished
Like a torch, smothered down
And now you relinquish,
Your righteous crown.
Your smile used to be, MILES wide
But now it’s a frown, and your face can’t hide
All of that shame and incompetence,
Now you won’t pay your self one cent of penance.
The shackles of sorrow, adorn your feet
A thousand tons weight, shows your defeat.
The chains of pain, around your breast
Drag on, tired soul, you cannot find rest.
Your broken to pieces
Your thrown to parts,
Your life is in shambles,
And what’s LEFT of your heart.
Broken to pieces, ground to bits
Crumbled to ashes, as are your wits.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
The chains of pain, are starting to rust.
Smashed to nothing, ‘till your soul finds respite
In the church of grief, you’re the acolyte…
Your tattered and torn, and shattered and worn
Your broken to pieces, and pieces to mourn.
Bound to walk on, your endless stride
Gallop on, your endless ride
Broken to pieces, torn in two
But never forget, there is STILL hope for you.
In your darkest hour, there is always hope,
In the church of hope, you just might be the pope.
Tears of Blood (gothic)
A tale of two lovers, etched in the sky
A tale of the way, they both sought to die
And melancholy shall turn the tide
Of a love so vast, of a love so wide.
A whisper calls out to them
A whisper not heard
It’s voice viciously spurned from their ears
Melded together by passion so infinite
Taken without inclination, taken tonight.
And death does creep across the lonely floor,
The cold cobblestone, it crawls through the door
Save no warning, death comes to take her soul
And it’s icy hand shall soon unfold.
Lo, by the fire I sit staring vague
Not knowing, not sensing this infinite plague
Into the void, my mind seeps
Across the floor, death does creep
Passing me now, for my life not to take
Passing my mortal, and immortal.
I love her so dearly, the world does not know
I love her whole hearted, and love doth show
A love ten times greater than Romeo knew
When he looked in the eyes of Juliet, blue
And still creeping into my chambers deep walls
Death is crawling, it comes to appall
A demon to Wrathfully take what is mine
Lamentable fear knows no confines
Enchanted.
I lay there not knowing what seeps through my door.
Misconception is a foul hound all around.
Drifting off to a world not so far
A world where dreams reign supreme
This world seems so far, yet so near to me
Until I awaken to find misery.
A feeling rushes in, a feeling of frantic dread crawls over me.
Death’s icy hand has strangled my love
His icy fingers have cut off her breath
Her tender heart, so utterly stopped
And vainly bludgeoned by deaths glove
But nay, death wore no glove on this night
Death was willing to put up a fight
Death took the life of my love so dear
And now I know the fear, springing near
Death crawled away, without taking me too
I chase after his shadow, and beg to be through
I want him to take me, so I can be free
But death is so utterly cruel you see
And what to my eyes, death runs away
While laughing at my mortal shell left to decay.
Death howls with laughter, and raging now
Death will not take me, there’s no way out.
Mournfully I walk back through the dark waters of my empty soul
Mournfully I reside… until contemplations drive me insane.
My love was taken by deaths icy grip
One last kiss, I wish from her lips
Pale lips are not full of life felt before
Death took her life, and crept out the door
And as I sit here, a shell of my soul
All I want is one last goodbye
An emptiness of black lace forms ‘round my heart
Tears of blood stream from my eyes.
One last kiss, one more word
One more moment of peace by her side
But death is a demon, and demons abide
By laws of evil, and in hell they reside.
I’d trade every ounce of every day
Just for death to scratch my name
So death eternally I will seek
To wipe off the tears of blood from my cheeks.
Only to see her, only to be
Death had to take, death didn’t see
Death doesn’t care if I am hollow inside
Tears of blood still burn from mine eyes,
The fire of my life is burning on
The oil in my lamp, almost gone
The knife in my side will soon coincide
And tears of blood shall no longer flow from mine eyes.
Death creeps in again
Deaths shroud seeps in across the floor
I smile as I beg him to take me away
The threads of my life are surely frayed
He takes my hand, as my body does die
Tears of blood shall no longer flow from mine eyes.
He’s taking me to her, he answered my cries
No more tears shall flow from mine eyes.
Honorable mention (also see)- The Clairvoyant, Into the Flames, Dark Longing, ANYTHING in the Love folder.
