Sharing a little of my poetry

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Comment by Canis Dirus on April 6, 2008 at 11:52pm

Your poetry is beautiful, I liked it all.
A lot of it is sad and disturbing, but so is life.

These are my favorites and my thoughts, interpretations or opinions on them:

No Happy Forever: I have battled with my mental on more than one occasion so I can relate to this one. The only thing that can get you through is determination and will.

Condemned: This one has the makings of an epic poem.

Be Satisfied: I’m not proud of it but I’ve been on both sides of that game. Pay backs a motherfucker.

Habitual: Sometimes it’s easier to be numb than to risk feeling pain.

Reflection: This on just touched me. It is very good.

Feel: If you put Habitual, Reflection, and Feel all together they would fit well with each other.

Those are my favorites, but I thought they all were very good.

Comment by Celestos on April 6, 2008 at 9:19pm

~ Benjamin Illinois ~

I wonder if god had you in mind when he mentioned unclean spirits,
Were you the ones we were warned about from the time that we were small,
The bogeyman and don't talk to strangers that was sewn straight in,
Did you ever even hear his cries? Did you think of him at all?


Suffer the little children to me isn't that what he said?
Were your tummy’s full and fat while he was starving out his voice?
Do you think he deserved this because you’re the ones who made him?
He never asked to know you and he wasn't given the choice,

Did you think he would learn a lesson from this horrific act?
The little clench of his fist and his eyes lying wide awake,
Did you think he could understand what had made you mad?
Did you think he would have still cried knowing what was at stake?

I hope they kill you while your strapped in a chair for days,
Eating in front of you in a room the devil would say is hot,
I hope they bound you and your left to die in your waste in pain,
And Justice may well now be blind but god is truly not.

Comment by Celestos on April 6, 2008 at 9:19pm

~ Let’s Talk ~

Lets talk about the sickness,
The madness infecting our youth,
The butchering of these babies,
The blood on the hands of mothers

Lets talk about the wickedness,
The evil that’s engulfing us,
The religions that are mocking us,
The demons that are stalking us

Lets talk about the unscrupulous,
The systems that are starving us all,
The assembly that’s controlling none,
The eyeless legality judging us

Lets talk about the thoughtless,
The individuals who look away,
The deaf ears of the ruthless,
The fake smiles of the heartless

Let’s talk…

Comment by Celestos on April 6, 2008 at 9:18pm

~ Feel ~

Delusive hearts have been rewarded,
While the shadows hide me well,
Faultless gifts the selfish hoarded,
Proving that there is a hell,

So much darker gods appearing,
As the years sustain to pass,
Though I speak you are not hearing,
And this prayer is now my last,

No answers to these painful doubles,
Self -loathing is no path to go,
And you have never faced my troubles,
So don’t pretend that you even know,

That we have fallen into madness,
And god has taken away our will,
To teach us what is really sadness,
To remind us what it is to feel.

Comment by Celestos on April 6, 2008 at 9:18pm

~ This Bitch ~

This bitch, can I say that word?
Is it not socially accepted?
Bitch, used so freely and recklessly to disrespect a woman.
Bitch, to depict someone who is conflicting and hateful.
Bitch, used so common as to describe a less then courageous person.
Bitch, to define a bad situation.
Bitch. A female dog?
This bitch! I can say this word.
Tells twisted tales about me.
Throwing stones in my direction while living in a world of glass.
Talks loudly and aggravates me daily.
Is afraid to confront me and chooses instead to talk behind me.
This bitch mocks me when I speak.
This bitch builds me to only try and topple me.
This bitch uses innocence to attack me.
She’s the razor thorn piercing into my side.
This bitch threatens my life.
Makes my heart ache.
Hurts like hell.
This bitch abuses me.
This bitch distracts me.
Cuts me open and causes me to doubt.
Throws a wrench in my spoke and laughs.
This bitch threatens my happiness.
This bitch curses my mother.
This bitch questions my beliefs.
This bitch causes me to cry.
This bitch hates today and takes it out on me.
Is unstable and emotionally fragile.
This bitch is unable to be loved.
This bitch is miserable and makes me miserable.
This bitch, can I say that word?
This bitch is me.

Comment by Celestos on April 6, 2008 at 9:17pm

~ Reflection ~

She screams at the person locked in the mirror,
She questions reflections and asks them why,
The person screams back but she cannot hear,
Leaving no option except that to cry.

She climbs to her bed onto her side,
Wondering what’s left that there is to do,
She is too strong or she would have died,
So much more that remains to pursue.

The lack of direction has became her vice,
No solution is visible within her sight,
More then once she has paid the price,
To walk the path that’s mistaken for right.

She turns to the table along side her bed,
Grabbing the tray while spilling its ash,
Throwing it hard from behind her head,
Shattering the mirror with one final crash.

Among all the shards she moves to the floor,
So many reflections stare back from their place,
She tells them she doesn’t want to hurt anymore,
They answer with tears that stream down her face.

Comment by Celestos on April 6, 2008 at 9:17pm

~ Habitual ~

Secluded emotions fester inside,
Resurrecting moments that have long passed,
Erasing these dreams and I have tried,
Unfinished intentions that continue to last,

I’ve taken my time in learning to feel,
Becoming aware of where not to go,
Many years gone it’s taken to heal,
Discovering a heart I choose not to show,

Habitual runner of lovers disaster,
A dishonest reason so many assume,
Changing my game I just do it faster,
Refusing to die alone in this tomb,

So far from normal and harder to find,
Anyone left that bleed like I do,
Who loves with their heart and thinks with their mind?
Precedence that’s strong and knows what is true,

Hidden emotions I keep locked away,
With this odious lock and it’s jagged key,
Wishing just once that someone would stay,
To revive the heart, that’s dying in me.

Comment by Celestos on April 6, 2008 at 9:17pm

~ Solo Flyer ~

Blood runs the length of my legs, a familiar stain, familiar pain.
I move across the floor cold beneath my feet, feeling my weight sway with each step.
Blood pools beneath my right foot and I lean against the wall.
How many times must I loose this dream?
I feel alone, same situation with a different day.
It never changes, solo flyer with an emotional liar, to clean up the mess of a lost miracle.
Who is to blame, god or me?
There truly is no one to blame, for this pain, familiar stain.
I will clean up the mess of this wasted conception, of promised redemption to finally balance this uneven heart.
This solo flyer, with an emotional liar, that never changes.

Comment by Celestos on April 6, 2008 at 9:16pm

~ Goddess ~

Eyes like pools that scream to the sky,
Mane of fire burning the sun,
Lips that tremble left only to cry,
The dishonest web already being spun,

Flesh of a goddess, this world it is not,
In waves it is perfect, in waves it is trash,
Neither to spoil inside and rot,
Dodge the bullets, avoiding the crash,

Lying uncertain, wanting the exhale,
Pressing closer, watching through glass,
Fingers on the pane, but she cannot tell,
Praying soon the darkness will pass,

Sometimes pure, sometimes it’s grit,
Ache the monster, the need, the desire,
Both inside impossible to forget,
The pouring rain drowning the fire,

Tangle her hair the leaves are wet,
The beat of her heart promising the light,
The ground lies soft where her body met,
Watching the change, touching the sight

Comment by Celestos on April 6, 2008 at 9:16pm

~ Armless Cross ~

Beneath me the ground is wet and cold,
Smothered my feet so heavy with mud,
Reciting my crimes again I am told,
Noting my wrists covered in blood

Pulling me forward this hateful rope,
Feeling my back twist and turn,
Leaving behind all my hope,
Wondering if they ever will learn

I hear the horses to my side,
They whisper softly in my ear,
That none like me has ever died,
And I have nothing more to fear

To my legs the branches come,
From the crowd that's circled me,
Again my blood begins to run,
A sight for those who came to see

The children pulling at my dress,
Still this hill I do ascend,
The armless cross in front of me,
That promises to be my end

Bound I am to this stake,
These faggots piled in front of me,
They hide me from the watching eyes,
Cover me so none can see


My feet are numb I cannot feel,
When the fire starts to burn,
Leaving behind all their hate,
Wondering if they ever will learn

I feel the fire swallow my dress,
Breathing my breath the last I take,
Tasting the flames against my lips,
Saying the prayers the last I make,

I look once more into the sky,
The smoke is filling all I see,
My last sight as birds fly by,
Knowing soon that will be me.

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