I will share many poems I have written over the years. I'll start with this one: They wait. For everything they desire. They pray to rocks and clouds And they wait They sing and they dance And they wait They play and they talk And they wait They eat and they drink And they wait They obtain what they desire They no longer wait They no longer pray to rocks or stones They no longer sing or dance They are done They no longer play or talk They no longer eat or drink They are done
By night; They will come Through deciet; They shall conquer By hatred; They will be known Through greed; they will prosper By Fear, The shadows will have their revenge.
Hope; It's what we make of it It frees us from the toughest of bonds It makes us who we are With it; We can scale the mountains Without it; How lost we would be It is bright as the sun And perfect as the heavens Hope; It is what we make of it
It rustles the wind It stirs the water It rustles the peace It stirs the war It rustles the hope It stirs the hate
Fight for that glimmer of hope Fight for it; glad and free Never lose hope; keep on fighting Fight like fire; never let the flam die out Keep yourself warm in heart, and fierce in action Fight like none before you, and none after Fight for all who hope; become a legend Control all hell, less you fear defeat The flames may burn you, but they are your battle scars Let none stop you, or another path; mislead you Take your sword; destroy the evil; restore the good Face the enemy now, they do not wait to strike
The building is burning; people are dying No one knows the way out; as they burn and they burn One man knows; he knows the path But the flames scare him; him and his hide His hide runs for it; save his life it pleads; his brain stays; save their life it prays The man is stuck in the middle; the flames are closing in; watch out his hide says; the flames are closing in The man must choose; before by the flame; all is lost Who will burn?; Who will live? It is up to the man; It is down to the flames
A young man sits on the corner; smoking his cigar The smoke cries fowl; his heart does too. A preacher sits on the pew; reading his bible The words cry fowl; his heart does too
Revenge; It is the alpha and omega Revenge; It is the war and the peace Revenge; It fixes and damages again Revenge; It is sealed; only to be opened again Revenge; It is love and hate Revenge; It is good and evil Revenge; It will never die Revenge; It has been and always shall remain Revenge; It is a lightning cloud; waiting to strike Revenge; It is a sunflower; waiting to wither Revenge; It is the most popular lover; the most famous hater Revenge; death is not always the result; childish games must be played Revenge; Leave my side not; Stay with me to the end Without you I can not love nor can I hate Revenge; You are a misunderstood creature, aren't you? Revenge; You are but a caged dove waiting to be freed Revenge; You are but a caged monster waiting to be released Revenge; I will take your good; I will take your bad Revenge; You shall bring me hope and doom Revenge; You shall be the reason for my success; and the reason for my downfall Revenge; Tear me down; Tear me down
Hammer; Strike my foe Hammer; Strike them hard Hammer; Have unto them no mercy Hammer; Bring unto them all pain Hammer; Be not a judge Hammer; Be not a saint Hammer; Be a deliverer Hammer; Be a savior Hammer; Fail me not Hammer; Betray me not Hammer; Strike my foe true Hammer; Strike them hard and true Hammer; Let me use you Hammer; Let me take you Hammer; Let me swing you Hammer; You are fierce Hammer; You are brave Hammer; Let us strike them all Hammer; Let us strike them hard
Hypocrite; Hypocrite; Who are you? Why do you come? Why do you judge? Who has made you judge? Who has let you tip the scales? Who are you to judge? Who are you to decide? Hear me now, you the hypocrite Give yourself a verdict; Before you judge me I have done wrong; I will not deny But I will not bow nor will I cry I care not of the poisonous words you speak I care not; My sin is there; Let it leak Before you reveal; Look at yourself Are you my god? No, and may I ask, What power has been given unto you by your god? Has thy god made you an angel? Has thy god built you a mansion on high? Has thy god made you his voice? Has thy god given you a choice? Judge me not; I am a hypocrite too But something separates me and you I am not god; nor will I ever be I am no angel; I have no wings I have no mansion; Just a shack Judge me not; Judge me not
Cry me tears for me; I can no longer cry I promised myself I would be stronger; but slowly I die I can't be there for you; I hope you understand I am weak; a coward in god's eyes I will always love you; but alas my love grows weak I can not be; won't you understand? When I am judged; For me will you stand? To Be Continued!
I will admit, I am not in shining armor My armor; alas is rusted; more and more I am shame; I am greed I have let you down; destroyed your creed Some say we will never last; but we are true We do not claim false bravery; we can admit we haven't a clue We are not stuck in the clouds We are not normal, not of the crowds We are us; We are love Are we perfect? No, less we turn wings of a dove They can push us; We will stand They can mock us; We will stand Love; would I die for you? I would love to say yes, but my heart fears no. I come to you, not in a robe, I am who I am You come too; so true I see; You are who you are; do not change a tad We will be challenged; by their ideas We will be judged; by their mouths But till our god judge us on high; Do not worry, my love; their word is dead.
Take my hand; Follow me We shall escape; into the lands unknown They can not find us there; we will be safe Safe; but happy not; why must we run?, why must we hide? We could fight them; though our spoils be our deaths But what is better: To be dead and gone; Or to be alive and dead? No, they can not find us there; but misery knows the way It will find us, follow us wherever we go. To be cont.
Misery; It is our omen of doom It will follow us even into the clouds; more likely the flames We must learn to live with this dread; though it kills us till we die. If we can live with it; perhaps happiness is not a myth Perhaps we can reach it; perhaps we can feel Fell the bitter-sweet rush of emotion; taste what all others pretend to have What we could be; It is a desperate attempt. But what we could be; could be something great Greater than the clouds, the sun Greater than time, greater than love What we could be; What a glorious thought Words will do nothing for us my love; let us run