nefarious

4 August 2002

drifting through souless ashes,
i find no comfort here.
through aeons of mindless masses,
god has yet to appear.

a disillusioned people,
a heaven’s gate they found;
while we beneath the steeple,
think it wondrous to be bound.

“the world will be burned at stake,
destined to be destroyed;
for unbelief and for hate.”
your own will is counted void.

and simply because your soul,
finds no relief in god:
you no longer have control,
“the devil is now your god.”

drifting through souless ashes,
i can find comfort here.
with this my key of knowledge,
happiness is found,
in a life without fear.

--

08 January 2003 - to sweet pea

forever hanging ‘round
the blur of a forgotten dream
the lingering smell
of sex and steam

i shake and pound
my head as if
i could rid myself
of tear stained lips

and now even
the powdered stuff
no matter the aesthetics
yet is not enough

are there even pieces
please tell me
i’ve looked on the floor
but i can’t see

cliched childish things
are all that’s left to say
i’m trying to forget
perhaps i’ll find a way

--

please feel free to add your brutal comments ^_^


sadly my puter had an NTLDR error and i was forced to re-formate my hard drive .. and lost quite a few pieces of poetry..

let me know if you'd like to see more .. ^_^

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Si vis pacem, para bellum.
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