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Dead WrongDead Wrong
My heart grows heavy from abuse
My hand grows callous and cold
My eye sees and analyzes
Whoever does good will be spared
Who does me wrong may see his grave
For when he is wrong, he is dead wrong
The other night a man I knew went missing
Last night till today he is missing still
He drank too much
Then his tongue wagged indiscriminately
All the night he harangued me
So I removed his tongue
Then u put him to proper end
Good Friend, Good EnemyGood Friend, Good Enemy
The value of King of Swords
I am king of swords since my graduation
Observing the land under my reign
Cool and calculating as a king should be
My sword always ready to promote justice
I am a loyal friend to those I trust
But when I doubt, then I take leave
I can be a noble enemy too
Just irritate me or do me harm
I'll do more than leave you
I'll return fully armed for the fight
Beside me always is my fair queen
She wields her love like a sword
Whoever disturbs us must beware
For her temper is hotter than mine
Speak ill and lose your tongue
Raise a hand to us and she'll remove it
She will exile my enemies wherever they are
But she will deliver us to better place
Pardon My MisdeedsPardon My Misdeeds
Miskatonic University arranges an Outreach with strange results
Arthur C. Kraven had been employed by Miskatonic University to perform local and in-state outreach about various subjects. Secretly he had probed the writings of the Necronomicon and the related spells. When he began the outreach in mid-October that year, he had concealed the tome in his possessions and stepped forth.
Then he began to search for subjects for his spells. Within the first ten days, most persons he contacted were obviously unfamiliar with the university. Naturally nobody knew much about Necronomicon either. Then, after two days more, he received notice by someone he never met before but showed vivid interest in both things. Kraven was thrilled and agreed to let the visitor assist him.
The stranger was a rather stark character. A short, darkly dressed man with an aged look and a tall top hat that made Kraven think of undertakers.
"Begging your pardon, friend, but are you or have you been an
Where My Solace?Where My Solace?
They beat me
They blamed me
They chased me out
They did what their small narrow minds perceived
To avoid blame on theirselves
I ache in more than one part of my body
My heart is heavy from their games
So that I will not return
No loss to me whatsoever
But when I need solace
Where to turn?
To one who never blames me
Never hurts me
Never chases me away
I turn to Puabi
Not My Cross to BearNot My Cross to Bear
Who errs must ask forgiveness
Who sees will forgive
I walk this earth as he had then
I ask merely Let me live
The right is always mine
Their errors are ever theirs
Not ever my cross to bear
They haven't right to make me bear it
I have my own cross
And I wear it
To whom it concerns:
Bear thy cross by thy self
Chipping the Old BlockChipping the Old Block
For my father
"That kid is a chip off the old block," my mother would say
Is heredity true?
Look at my life until today
I have my share of worrying
I have learned to care
But I remember that he used to say
We must laugh at life or go mad
Perhaps I've flipped already
But I laugh out loud each night
Am I mad? Maybe
But I enjoy it, and enjoy life.
My RewardMy Reward
I have lived a long and stable life
As long as I can live
No major errors, no real crimes
What I could give, I give
The way to paradise is to be good
As long as this world allows
So those in Heaven have replied
To all my earnest vows
They told me how to summon aid
From then I made a path
They came one night not long after that
To respond to the work I made
That night they came with dear Puabi
With whom I will journey to meet them
Their world is better for me than this
And they know I am beyond blame and condemn
But before I undertake the trip
I must hold her in my arms
I must share my warmth and care
Until the moment comes
Mourn Not the PassingMourn Not the Passing
This world is not more than a bridge
It is a fleeting illusion
Created by our wavering senses
I mourn not its passing
From my youngest age
I have never belonged
Those in the next world knew
They await my coming
They have sent to me a sweet messenger
With the name and the shape of my love
Soon I will be with them
Mourn not my passing
I can seldom be so sure
My time online
The length of it is set
By fault and not default
By minds so dumb that they never search
For Ebooks or articles
Wasting time and space
To download and play games
Uncaring that they may develop real skills
I am smart like a modern day Einstein
But I'm living in a world of fools
Bringing me down
They all won't let me be
This time belongs to me
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
You AreI am the moon,
And you are the sun,
I pale in comparison to you.
I am a student,
And you are a professor.
I cant keep up with you.
I am a snowflake,
And you are a blizzard,
I will never be like you.
I am a tree,
And you are a fire,
You can destroy me easily.
I am a star,
And you are the universe.
You are simply my everything.
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
Locks of LoveI haven't cut my hair
Since just before
I walked across the stage
Sixteen months ago.
I grew it out
Because, last summer, you loved
To run your fingers
Through its coppery threads.
That always made me feel
When you left for school again in August,
I couldn't bring myself
To get a haircut.
What if you came back,
And this time, my heart was ready for you?
Mid-semester, you told me that,
While you and your friends
Built your school's bonfire,
It was customary
That no one cut his hair
Or even shaved
Until the structure was finished.
I don't think I told you
That I let mine continue to grow
In your honor, except
I didn't cut it on Burn Day.
When we kissed on Christmas Eve,
You weaved your fingers
Through my silken locks
And made me feel beautiful once more.
I still didn't cut my hair,
Even after you left in March,
Save for the split ends
I trimmed in May,
Hoping to eradicate negative energy
But not wanting to let go of you.
Now it's September.
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
My ProclamationMy Proclamation
Dictated by Puabi
Take me to the highest peak
To the proudest mount
I will proclaim to,all the world
Of the love that I have found
On the night when I met my beloved
And fell with relief into his embrace
I will declare that I will stay with him forever
For I can never be without
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