Here We Go

so i know it's been forever since last time, sorry bout that. but i've been thinking alot and i wrote alot and im going to post 3 poems on this one, alright? the next one will be about the new year. so yea. here we go.

Planetary Cold Flame

epically and oh so painfully
we watch the sky burn down
up to hell and say goodbye
to walk through that door
say hello to let this go
the sun bursts
and here we are watching
the universe erupt in cold flame
what ever shall we do
when all that's left is me and you
look up and back down
watch the years spin round
wind you tight around your mind
a captive of your own conceptions
glance around,
with nothing found
back int abyss
burn up all holstered bliss
courts ablaze
death shone
glisten hear, down to the bone
gold liquid
poured down a throat
cold blue flames on a boat
watch and you see?
your looking at you and me
wound up tight around your thoughts
mimicking broken robots
what has become of this beautiful race
shiny, frilly lace
to much of everything,
look at the sky
watch it burn
in cold flame
painfully fly towards hello
epically float away to goodbye
the moon swells
planets scream
watch,
as this is you and me

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Curiosity,
atrocity,
pull up
let down,
let's go one more round,
step back,
stand up,
this is all just so fucked,
release yourself
let tears flow
this doesn't have to go,
you can make it out alive
but it takes two too survive,
maybe we can live inside,
let up,
turn around,
this isn't a show down,
disappointment shows no fear,
but if your willing to shed a tear,
I'll be here
waiting for the blood to flow
and for you to just say no,
no love
no hate
no fear
no bait
let go
your done
it's been fun,
but this round is won

Irony is a Changed Man

Come all to hear,
or be drowned in fear,
a tale of a man
who refused to shed as tear,
he'd killed,
watched people kill,
He'd even been killed,
with sallow eyes,
he'd raked through graveyards,
courtyards,
and even front yards,
with exploding lips,
he'd cursed and praised,
thrown reason and fear into lives,
with swollen legs,
he'd looked into the mirrors of time,
and smelled exhilarating anticipation,
with a sunken chest,
he'd stabbed strength into families,
and torture kicked, oh so conveniently,
this man is my friend you see,
for i am hypocrisy and he,
he is irony,
and at the end of his tale of toil and woe,
he looked into the souls of the world,
and agreed with one proclaiming into the wind
"NOTHING CHANGED!"
nothing changed, he nodded, toothless smiling,
nothing but him,
as he walked away dieing.


There are more, but they'll come later. :)