Poetry

[O.G. 93]

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Death of a So Called Hero

Your Blank cold eyes see nothing,

The many people surrounding you

Reaching out

Crying

For help

To release them from the hell you’ve created

The death you’ve brought them

The wake you left them.

You look back with those blind eyes

Not realizing what you’ve done

Not looking at the pain you caused

But looking for the

"Greater good"

For what price do you put over your goals?

The obliteration of humanity and life its self?

You snub out life like it never existed

As if life does not matter.

What has made you so blind?

Why have you come?

You speak nothing but the words of the blind

Stuffing the innocent full of hate

Manipulating them so you may have your way

Many do not see you as blind

But as a hero

As the brave

I see you as you are

And through my hate

You are dead

Destructions Path

The woods growl with the life of 10,000 people

The trees are the buildings of the wood

And the bushes are the steeples of the wild

Creatures run free as the people of nature

But the roar of thunder is coming near

The sound of man and their ruinous machines

They come with there chopping gear

They destroy the city that has been glorious

But nature will find a way, it always renews

The steeples will be re-risen in by the strong

They will be seen from many views

The people of men will always be wrong

Have you ever had a feeling?

A yearning that won’t go away?

For someone you've known forever.

Or maybe only a day?

It's a nonstop devotion

Its the power of amour

That one true innervation

That makes u want to soar

My warmth for u is like a rose

The way they sing a lullaby

Patterns of deep complexions

Their beauty makes me want to die

Your the key to my heart

The angel that will always be there

I hope u will always love me

I hope that you will always care

I cant believe I wont tell you

Its too hard I don’t know why

Its always at the tip of my tongue

You found him so I guess this is goodbye

You will always be my first

That is a true fact you see

As I leave you with him

Please-always remember me.

Love for Another

The way they stare

Into my dark, creeping eyes

The way the burn my with their words

How they assault me with their insults

The way they bruise me with their hateful disgust

I look back

Looking at them through alien eyes

They seem horrible

Ignorant

Boorish

And above all, they seem to be unlovable

And because of they way they treat me

They can never know the depth of my hate for them

For I am the one sees them for what they are.

The Hate for Society

Time Never Stops

No matter how much we want it

Now matter how hard we try

The Allotment of time that we have is always running down

Like an hourglass running out of sand

We try to make us look younger

But what’s the point? Is there?

Time moves on

Like a river in a valley

Slowly eroding everything around it

Time is the poison we all carry in our veins

It tracks through our blood

Hunting out our heart

It slowly will make us numb

In the body

Mind

And soul

Then everything will go black

[Howard Dean 2502]

Hot man

[Iraling 8]

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,

I see my father strolling out

under the ochre sandstone arch, the

red tiles glinting like bent

plates of blood behind his head, I

see my mother with a few light books at her hip

standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the

wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its

sword-tips black in the May air,

they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,

they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are

innocent, they would never hurt anybody.

I want to go up to them and say Stop,

don't do it--she's the wrong woman,

he's the wrong man, you are going to do things

you cannot imagine you would ever do,

you are going to do bad things to children,

you are going to suffer in ways you never heard of,

you are going to want to die. I want to go

up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,

her hungry pretty blank face turning to me,

her pitiful beautiful untouched body,

his arrogant handsome blind face turning to me,

his pitiful beautiful untouched body,

but I don't do it. I want to live. I

take them up like the male and female

paper dolls and bang them together

at the hips like chips of flint as if to

strike sparks from them, I say

Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.

*I Go Back to May 1937*