Angry Nightingale

A beautiful bird will sing a song
To make right all that's wrong
A song to lift smiles of today
To cast all emptiness away
And fill our hearts

They're scarce, these beings with wings
Not every bird that sings is to be liked
Its song may well be spiked, with
Legends of loss and pain. Losing
Everything in vain

I tend to its cage
Until old age
For all of us will sure pass one day
If we want to curse
To free our minds
If such a deed is what we need
We may
I understand



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From a (P)Ledge

Bungee jumping from my bedside post
I see clashing words as though
My eyes derive a future so
Distant
Read the last page of the book.

When I shook your fragile hand
I tried to understand the reason why
This rope is lashing back at me
Its fibers made of brittle gold

I handed you our past, telling you
Take it in pawn
Exchange for illusions
Of a place
A time
Where We want to be
A place our soul comes from
Place where you and me
Be

Satisfying outcries for solutions
For undefined memories in the dust
Covered by many a man's subtle footsteps
Where no one's walked before

We digress from this mess
Given things not meant
To be shared afterall
When it's over, will you give
Me a call?




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Shedding Blood Was Never a Faux-Pas

I hope you suffer, while I
Tear your finger tips
To shreds. I watch the burning beds of
Orphans, mutilated by their past, running
From the shadows that I cast, now
On-to your face

The veins and structural assembly
Create horrific ornaments
To be dismantled by my hands
And all the fans they cheer
Yet covered in your blood i cannot hear
Anything but your helpless cries
While all your lies lose their disguise

See truth as sharpened blade
Twist it and soon your past shall fade
Into your skin, marking it with sin
Scars shall remain the same
Scars shall always shame your name


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The Principle of Resolution

When I lose eyelashes
I don't cast them away
Don't make a wish, don't expect
Too weak. My lung crashes
I have nothing, to
I cannot say
Except
For all the dreams
I wish I'd never had
For all it seems that
I have chantingly declared
Submissive status to icy winds
So old, back from where life begins, I
Hold. On to the breath you give me
My chest. You've given me this gift
I thank You,
I shall breathe. And
I shall live


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Hold the Butterfly Too Tight

Quashed. The caterpillar would
Not fly. I tried so hard, I did
But through clouds my eyes
Cannot reach the sky
Wings never stood
A chance against this storm

Many stories I have worn
Out. Exceedingly expressing
Chronicles of adventures I have
Lived. Yet this predestined tomb
Left me lost, losing touch
Do I know where I'll be?

Fortunetellers even, cannot see
The epilogue of lifelines in our hands
Will I be alone?
Depends.

And still the dark creeps
Uncomfortably. Under my skin
Too thin to withdraw, from
Melancholic voices
Discouraging the butterfly
Keeping it from reaching
The sky


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Long Gone Dynasties

I've got you wrapped around my finger
Congratulations, you won the prize
Of wearing today's best disguise

Are you calling me?
Speak up for I can't hear
Your weak voice behind the wall

I can feel your heart racing
Raging, still you have to kneel
In front of your master's throne

This dynasty will come to end
You will see how you've spent, wasted
Words on me, never to return


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Please, Tell Us a Story

Spreading your reptile arms to find
Ways to inflict harm. On people
Bound. Good people without intention
To do bad. You want attention, yeah?
Now you got it

Articulating dashing fiction, a story
Without glory. Your vile addiction, to
Stir up my very heart, thinking smart
You thought you'd tear unyielding chains
Running through our very veins

Go give it a try, don't be shy, but
Don't think I'll turn my back without
Lack of desire for revenge soon to be
I've got you right where I wanted you to be, so you
Can look into the mirror
To see. My shadow encroaching

My Life
Is none of your concern.
But:
Do call me if there's a fire
Call.
So I can come
To watch you burn.


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