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Those Who Wander and Those Who RestMay he who wanders never rest,
And may he who rests never wander,
lest they find what they seek:
Wander not in the light,
but venture in the shade of day,
And rest not in peaceful serenity,
but among the decaying filth
the stains the soul hues of blood;
Only then will the answer be revealed,
And grant you what is sought;
among the dead and the dying,
among the haunting darkness-
So that the wanderer may cease his travels,
And the one who rests his fitful slumber:
And nevermore will they return to the light,
For an object not sought in darkness
Is an object of no good to good men,
both wandering and resting alike
The World of My DreamsOut of the grass sprang gentle hands
that carried me over a field of clovers
And I drifted beneath the clouds,
gazing in the idle wonder
that creeps upon men like curling ivy
There was no bluer sky than that day,
and the trees-
there have never been more hearty trees
than the giant oaks towering above me
as the hands carried me further-
And when I awoke in this mysterious land,
I breathed in the scent of moist grass,
relieved to find that it was not just a dream,
and that the world in which I lived
was as beautiful as the world of my dreams
The Human StarThe star fell from the sky
Into my very arms;
"Away with you," said I,
"Return to your siblings above."
I threw him up high,
With all of my might
But he came back down
"No," cried he,
"I want to be human!"
I scoffed and scolded,
"You're perfectly absurd!
You drift peacefully above,
happy as a clam;
Do you not know
Of the pain humans feel?
Who would want to be human?"
Like a child, he huffed and replied,
"I want more than to drift!
Do you not know?
The pain of humans,
their sorrow, disappointment-
Is part of their sweet triumph?
Need I any more reason,
Other than just to be human?"
Hereafter he left,
And I wondered if maybe
It was better to be human
Than to be a star
The Boy in the CornerHe curls in the corner of the lit-up room,
watching from the shadows
The women, they laugh, with pearls 'round their necks,
And men in fine suits sip from delicate glasses
Golden chandeliers hang from the ceiling
as society's elite mingle seamlessly
And the boy-
his face is unwashed, his hair unkempt,
but he watches, and he learns
and he sees
So he makes a vow:
Never be like them, the ones within the light,
the ones walking past his corner without a glance,
the ones laughing their polite, gilded laughs,
the ignorant, the ones never knowing
what it was to reside within darkened corners
That vow is kept:
the rest of his days is spent in the darkness,
lonely, bitter, not knowing what it was
to live within the light-
but he is never like them,
and that is consolation in itself
Burning DreamsI stood alone on that massive ship,
Surrounded by all my dreams-
As we drifted to the middle of the sea
I took out a tiny match
And let it drop onto the deck;
"If my dreams must burn," said I,
"So must I."
And the whole ship was set ablaze,
Flames shooting towards the sky-
I perished amongst my dreams,
Surrounded by what I could not achieve
Footprints on my HeartWhen I watched you walk away,
It was an overcast rainy day
Those footprints you left behind
Tread all over my heart, soul, and mind,
Leaving imprints nonesuch
Where I had let no one ever touch,
And I knew, from that day on,
That was the day my heart had gone
Journey of the StarsCan you see the millions of stars across the sky?
Where, upon the morrow, they will all fly,
To the darkest depths and the furthest planes,
Of this world and the next, strung along like trains
We reach out to grab them, to be strung along
But they do not wait and leave us, with solemn song
Do they, you wonder, go into the dark?
To shine their light in a brilliant ark?
To light this world anew, maintain its life,
Along with other worlds, soothing like a fife?
When darkness is upon us, when all seems dark and bleak,
They come ahead and guide us, to show us what we seek
I wish that I could join them, to be among their ranks,
But it is not my place, to give them but my thanks,
For to embark on their journey forevermore
Would be an insult to them trillion times a score
For only the most beautiful of souls are they
Who can ask, receive, and may
Light the souls of those they cherish
That their souls might not perish
Red or AmethystCome to me in the dawn of the month,
When the moon is at the peak of ascent
I will present you with flowers so fine-
Two roses- one red, one amethyst,
But be wary of which one you choose,
For each is beauteous and terrible in power
The red rose brings back your lost love,
While the other bestows a healed heart
So now I shall ask for your choice:
Would you prefer red, or amethyst?
A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.
Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.
A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.
Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.
Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkle hope,
Not one ray from the busy moon.
On the clock’s tick, a rope was hanging.
On the clock’s tock, a form was thrashing.
A tired, hoarse throat gasps for life,
Cut abruptly by the Reaper’s scythe.
Poems on the shelf with an unknown author.
Paintings on the wall left unsigned.
Just another heart trapped in horror,
An unfinished l
Free WillFree Will.
Is free will a devout gift or a curse?
Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?
Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?
Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?
Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?
Could this world of ours get any worse?
Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.
But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.
But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.
Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are contrasting and conflictive.
Without free will our actions and thoughts would be controlled and predictive.
But with this gift our proceedings maybe considered as harmful and afflictive.
Of course free will does has have it's varied betterments.
This advantage allows us to direct and assert our developing intelligence.
Despite using this intelligence for morally
Mortal LifeLiving just for feelings
All days spent deceiving
Nothing worth believing.
Everything gone to waste
Rushed through with such haste
No new things left to taste.
Adventure is dead
Sunken deep down like lead
As if it merely fled.
Morals have vanished
Yet the Hunger is famished
Until it has perished.
It causes such strife
The never ending knife;
It is mortal life.
Those dull spheres swivel
Like worn marbles.
Their eyes take all
Give nothing back.
They hold hands and rut
And make more dull people.
They never read what they don't
Have to. Crass colours and games
Fill their hours, their crooked faces
Sneer back at me. Tiresome talking
Drowns me out; drives me mad.
All those false tanned women.
False hair, skin, mind, heart.
Nothing is real
Nothing has substance.
They are walking grease.
Sin made manifest.
I will not touch them.
They repulse me.
Bad teeth and worse skin
And a stooped, bent back.
What a waste you are!
Who made you God?
A puritan's sneer
And a rich boy's haircut
Are all you have.
As The Darkness Devours Me WholeWhenever I hear those footsteps,
I pray to God-though he has
long since abandoned the likes of me-
As the devil draws nearer yet,
the bane of all mankind
Hear ye the sound of the angels weeping?
Mourning for all the souls lost?
The darkness encroaches upon human hearts-
and I fear for my vitality-
Against it, who can prevail?
And I pray...
Even as the darkness devour me whole
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