Archive for May, 2016

I Used To…..

Posted: May 30, 2016 in Poetry

The beauty of your flesh belies an ugly soul, Syntara (Steven Erikson–Fall of Light)

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I used to believe in the sanctity of uttered words
Oaths loudly spoken, witnessed by sentient birds
I believed words could bind, and truths attainable
I never knew of subtle lies, and deception so deplorable

I used to believe in love
Crossed seas, moved mountains, for it I strove
Wore my fragile heart on my fringed sleeves
Sacrificed to an indifferent Aphrodite, now i grieve

I used to roar in gales of laughter
Loved life and longed to live forever after
Until one came along and killed my smile
Tore me apart until my tears filled the river Nile

Now I only believe in the darkness of the human soul
The ugliness that reins subtly, the deepest core
It lurks behind smiles and slays both friend and foe
Seeking its own egoistical amusement through wine and gore
I believe what’s worst in humans will eventually manifest
I will carry these hard lessons to my grave, this I attest.

 

David2016

I liked being blind to everything because I was in love. And I thought for some reason that living for love was the most was the most valiant thing in all the worlds.” ( Pierce Brown—Red Rising 3; Morning Star)

 

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Please tell me again…

Posted: May 29, 2016 in Poetry



             Please, tell me; tell me about it again

She looked at me, a tear in her myopic eye

And she told me about The Catcher In The Rye

I lay sick on her lap, in a field of harvested grain

         She sang also of those mansions in the sky

Where no soul has any reason to cry 

I know i won’t make it there, but i let her sing

She sings like an angel, she calms my pain

Later that night I cried, haunted by the pain

And i forgot all the stories, but i knew she’d tell me again

She’d tell me, only if I make it through the night….

David2016

“Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart..”  ( Lord of the Flies)

I’ve had choices, since the day that I was born…if i had listened, I wouldn’t be here today. Living and dying with the choices I made.” ( George Jones)

       Deep in the throes of despair, in the pangs of regret, we all cry tears of desolation. They are not tears of pity for our sorry predicament. No, those tears of self-pity soon dry out. The tears that linger, that keep us awake all night, are the tears we cry for all those we let down. We cry a river for the people we betrayed because we chose to follow the common path, the people whose faith we broke. We cry for the innocence we lost when chose expediency over integrity–we cry for all the potential lost because we chose the path of least resistance.

          It’s the worst kind of torture, I know, to live with the burden of the pain you inflicted on others(in addition to the pains you feel) . When you look past the wounds you bear and look at the anguished visage of those you broke, when you stop being ignorantly egoistic and care enough to see the hurt we’ve caused, that’s only when you can regain the little shred humanity that is lost to this generation. It’s only the wicked who know peace, for they go through life without any compunction. 

           It ain’t a shame therefore to weep for lost potential. Weep, then, for lost innocence; weep for all broken promises and broken dreams, and for the moral roads left untraveled. Weep for the child inside you who you kill every time you make a bad turn. Above all, weep for the voice of conscience that you chose to ignore. Only then will this world be saved. It’s a long walk to back Eden. Always strive for truth, honor what is good. Strive for virtue. 
David2016

A single regret [can] crush a thousand proud deeds” ( Steven Erikson)

Lost it All

Posted: May 27, 2016 in Dark Poetry, Poetry

I lost it all, Dead and broken.My back’s against the wall.Cut me open.I’m just trying to breathe,Just trying to figure it out. Because I built these walls to watch them crumbling down.I said, “Then I lost it all.” Who can save me now?–(Black Veil Brides: Lost It All)

 

 

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If life had a soundtrack
Mine would have been a dirge
Born dead I was
And I wailed a threnody

Flower-gifts they brought
To my place of birth
There on the cursed heath
Where I lost my mortal soul

Born again I was
Deep in Styx’s murky waters
A condemned soul
Bound to suffer in the hereafter

To my marriage they flooded
Straight from Davy Jones’ locker
My shrouded bride, the Reaper made me kiss
Upon the alter I embraced my spouse—veiled in darkness

And together we lived in vivid obscurity
Hidden from the light, engrossed in promiscuity
Fat offspring we brought forth, the sons of darkness
Fruits of our dark deeds, void of meekness

Now upon my tomb I lie, a soul condemned
Too late for the truth to seek, of my destiny unnamed

Who will save me now? nothing..just the silence of the grave…

 

David2016

 

‘How did you feel, Edgewalker, when everything you held fell to pieces in your hands? … Did the world echo to your howl?’( Steven Erikson)

 

 

 

Where Do Estranged Friends Go?

Posted: May 25, 2016 in Poetry

All it takes is one betrayal to steal away an entire future…Must everything break in the end?( Steven Erikson)

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Where do estranged friends go?
They fade into the night, to the valley of silent lies
The truth is never spoken, a world of stifled cries
When betrayal is rampart, no bond is left intact
And they die silent deaths, alone…without any impact.

David2016

Betrayal. When the face before us proves a lie, when the eyes deceive and hide the truths behind them. Will there be no end to such things?”
(Steven Erikson)

Hellbound Hearse

Posted: May 22, 2016 in Dark Poetry, Poetry

Hellbound hearse

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Dig up an airy grave and bury me inside a hearse
No need for coffins because I love shifting gears
Blank-tinted windows all the way to hell
Doing the speed limit, there’s a hellhound on my trail

Hell fires blaze while the stereo blasts the blues
But I’ll stifle my screams, ’til i fade into greyish hues
I’ll find my comfort in dark and bloody insanity
I cut my own wrists, now you know my propensity

The moral of the rhyme is I’m losing my marbles
Dreaming of the worst ’cause that’s the way my life goes
Fast life, excruciating pain all around the clock
But sweet relief is promised at the hollow end of a loaded Glock

David2016

When Angels Die

Posted: May 20, 2016 in Poetry

I see a man trying his best in a world that doesn’t give a sh*t. It breaks my heart….There is a point when honor becomes a flaw of character” (Pierce Brown–Morning Star)


I sought truths in a house of lies
Searched depth from shallow pools
Until my laughter became empty cries
When i realised there is no rest for ignorant fools

But the ancients spoke of love and honour
Oh, how much I sacrificed on those fallen alters!
I praised ideals from a dead civilisation,
Burned brightly like a pearly anachronism
Until in one night all the lustre was cruelly stolen
Rusted and broken, just a trinket soon forgotten
Tell me, who cries when an angel dies ?


David2016

Never again will my heart arrive in innocence. Never again will I make the foolish loves of youth into a man’s ideal, and so suffer a longing for something that never was. Ashes await us all. This lover of the world has set aside his love, for now and for ever more…. (Steven Erikson–Fall Of Light)

Maturity 

Posted: May 15, 2016 in Poetry

The truth is the world’s funniest integer 
Let it be known that I’m just a 26-year old teenager……

David2016 

Empty Words(Forever&Always)

Posted: May 14, 2016 in Poetry

 

I was new in town, the boy with the eager eyes. I never was a quitter, oblivious to schoolgirls’ lies. All that I wanted was a little touch. A little tenderness and truth…Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time….” ( Miss Atomic Bomb–The Killers)

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Our vows were just empty wishes
Fragile and volatile for winds to carry
“Forever & Always,” we sealed it in kisses
Never knowing blind love could be so dreary

 
Under that willow we sang and kissed
Carved our names, so wild and carefree
But today we stand on shores so cursed
Wondering how painful tomorrow will be.

David2016

“I was there when you said ‘Forever and Always’ You didn’t mean it, babe. I don’t think so” ( Forever and Always–Taylor Swift)

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Dangle With The Devil

Posted: May 13, 2016 in Dark Poetry, Poetry

“Keep a close watch on the path you follow, my friend, else one day you will look about you and not know where you are” ( John Gwyenne)

 

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Random thoughts-
A tight rope around my throat
Death warrant granted,
Life and death in perfect balance

The reaper cheers on
But the angels sing a sad song
The pious saints cry
And in Eden, the river of life runs dry

So I grope and dangle in between fates
Life oozing out while the monk recites dirges from Acts
“Hell hath no fury,” the preacher knows it for a fact
My time is out. One last time, upon my life I reflect

An angel I was born but my wings i cut
Gave in to my vices and joined the Devil’s cart
On the hell-bound fun-wagon, I’m just a marionette
The reaper works the strings and I mimic his act

To untangle myself i tried, but the ventriloquist changed the rules
More sweet temptations and i fell for the ruse
From being a puppet to being a circus clown
Lost in a mirror maze, i forfeited the Holy Crown

But now it’s my time to work upon the strings
So i made myself a loop out of a thousand rings
The knell tolls and the church bells seize to ring
My last stand, what will eternal damnation bring?

David2016

“I wear the chain i forged in life, i made it link by link and yard by yard” (Charles Dickens)

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