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Full of decadence

Can we ever see past it?

Nihilistic world

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Screens and media

Our hearts are so digitized

No more face to face 
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Contemplate the evil earth

Death, end, no rebirth

Salvation: can it occur?

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Children are taken captive

Women being raped

The elite turn a blind eye 

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Is there any cause for hope?

I do believe so.

We must all work together 
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Loving, laughing, cradling a heart

Running, crying, straight for a brand new start

Cascading, torrential turbulenceLike the drowning of fireflies.

Blips of illumination,

Swallowed by the waves

and followed by lacunae
All the pulsars and nebulae,

They all fade out, and so shall I.

But what comes in the after?

A cliched sea of empty?

Meeting all the fireflies?
Dubious in all our expressions,

In all our children of the soul.

These are our works of art

Attempting conveyance and control
But we’ll never understand the spirit

Not it’s heights, nor its limits.

But, incessantly, we’ll attempt:
Loving ’till the end is nigh

Making ’till our bodies die.

Will we fade like the firefly?

No.

Finality is a lie. 

Will it occur?

Is it more than a dream?

I wish it were

But nothing’s as it seems

I’m so sick of the good ones out there

They have it all so I will not fight fair

Finally make them listen to me

My heart screams

Is this a town?

Or just my terrarium for all to look down?

I’m a non sequitur

I do not compute

Wanna tell the world

But my soul is a mute

Maybe someday I’ll break out of this cage

Wander the earth and pretend I’m a sage

I feel I’m less than nothing

I can see it in their eyes.

But I’ll be something, more than nothing

Soar through the skies.

This first poem may not even qualify as poetry as it doesn’t stick to any form. Its definitely not traditional. Its basically a big metaphor, and is partially inspired by Nietzche. The infant is the everyman, and the mother is life.

WILL TO BIRTH

The infant…no, he wasn’t yet an infant, but only a fetus.

Covered in beautiful life mucous that sustained…

Created, preserved, and eventually destroyed.

Anyway, the infant(fetus) attempted a breath, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. The walls were caving in around him.

Yes, harder and harder he tried, but he was hopelessly trapped.

Then… LIGHT! SOUND! FEAR!

He burst into the world and tried to crawl back.

But the mother smiled a sweet, sadistic smile and said,

“My child, you can go back! Yes, yes, my child, you can! But this time, through my teeth!”

This was the moment the infant discovered that he wasn’t helpless any longer.

He had eyes, ears, and hands to manipulate things to his will.

Yes, yes…above all he discovered that he possessed will. 

And with that will, still the most powerful of his assets, he commanded his mouth to spew acidic venom at the predatory mother. Before he ran, and eventually escaped, he abused her with his lips and with his harsh, newborn vocal cords.

“LIFE! LIFE! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT AN EATER! AN EVER SELFISH, EVER EVIL, PREDATORY EATER!”

Then, after escaping, he collapsed into a deep sleep that I believe must have lasted for eons.

 

And here’s number two, which is a real poem but was shoddily written in about two minutes.

PRETTY

Have we reached the unknown?

Like a cascade of cyclones, this breeze has blown.

Have we reached the end?

Is it hard to admit?

Or is this the beginning

Of our living legit?

So much was under shade

Beneath locks and keys

Now we’re running through the glades

Cliched but we’re free

I think hope just woke up.

She had lost a bet with luck.

But now she is standin’

With Lady Wisdom so true

And we are also standin’

I think she’s pretty too.

“Shades of Night”
(Inspired by Milton’s “Paradise Lost”)
Time to tear some copyright.
Cuz with my soul fled the shades of night.
What is the night anyway?
Lack of vision? Lack of design?
Or something to block purpose right out of the sky?
I believe in all these things. But there is one doctrine more. It’s the tale of searching til the morn.
How can purpose be found
If we arent pushed to seek
How are we strong
If we aren’t at first weak?
I believe that night will fade.
And we shall discover our souls of jade.
Because even in the deepest dark
There is still hope for the brightest of stars.
Here comes one, then a hundred more.
Til there are millions of pin pricks above the shore.
U at last there comes the finale.
Our own sun seems to leave the galaxy.
And morning
Yes, morning has come.

 

“Death”
(One of my hard rock songs)
Trapped inside, machines and screens.
But if I got a pen and paper it’s all I need.
I need a new equation wanna find the answer
But if I keep on screaming I’ll get cathartic cancer.
Caged inside, this place I’m in
I tore her life apart, therefore I am sin.
I’m terrified my loves will not see the light
But I’ll be counting on my God to make things right.
I fought the demon
When I was in hell.
The graveyard’s a treason
I won’t believe in
Why are we put here
I don’t wanna die.
Cuz I don’t see
The dreams comin true
You want me
To fight the fight through you
Can we be saved
By Jesus from this hell
I love you
And you love me
Locked inside, this place I’m at
I’m swearing cuz my innards they feel so trapped
So tired of us always sitting in rooms
There’s more to life so let’s be brave and find us something to do.
Stuck alone, again and again
Are we afraid to die or afraid to live?
The hardest part of the life in the cage
Is that we are always continually consumed by rage.
I fought the demon
When I was in hell
Graveyard’s a treason
I won’t believe in
Why are we put here
I don’t wanna die.
Cuz I don’t see
The dreams comin true
You want me
To fight the fight through you
Can we be saved
By Jesus from this hell
I love you
And you love me