Enigmatic Dirge

My feet bleed from acres marched in righteous pride
My bones cry from weight forced by songs of humility
My muscles ache from somber joy sealed from inside
My lungs shudder within the depths of mercies endless sea.

Unspeakable joy fuels my vacant soul
Unfathomable grace clothes my tattered mind
Unbreakable hope is in my heart to hold
Unshakeable mercy in my hands to bind

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Dusty Love

The gray dusk haze wraps its palms around my neck

The tired heavens sighs as it rests its sullen eyes

Calloused feet slide wearily across the old crying deck

The inky night slowly captures blazing celestial fireflies.

A salty gem descends your porcelain face

You tremble sending quakes into my heart

Emotions weave silently into my heart of lace

A rogue prayer is murmured for us to never part.

Through my windows I stare into your depths

And through mine you see my hidden truth

From crooked ceiling to down my hoary steps

From my shadowed basement to my rusty roof.

But through my bloody panes I through my lust

And now I wait for you to show your love coated in dust.

Hunger For A Heart

We all have a beast pounding in our chest

It seeks to devour our lives with love

It is an addiction we can’t resist

Granted to us from above

We thirst for the sun within the dark

Forever we hunger for our loves heart

Shadowed Muse

Dreams of rivers drenched in light

Visions of dancers in the dusk

Wailing opera in the night

The dawn breaths its rosy musk

Broken Boundries

 

To live inside a box

Gilded in gold chains

With doors made of rocks

With all four limbs restrained

You’ll truly know true terror

If you step outside that door

But if you stay inside for ever

Your heart will always crave for more.

 

 

Within The Tunnles Clad In Iron

Hidden with the earths old bones they hide their fangs and claws,

Behind their wall of flesh and tears they fill their bloody maws.

Cloak by blood, shielded in bones they dine on stones from graves

They happily dig into their futures womb in search of holy slaves.

With scarred hands they mined the ore and shaped a mighty shield

Before its colossal might, every attempt of war trembles and yields.

Upon a land gained by will and kept through bloody fists

They dare the world and all its justice to take it from its midst.

Who has destiny chosen to sit upon her throne?

Only fate knows her mind and the rage within her bones.

 

Oasis and Melodies

Drops of rhapsody fell from the azure sky igniting the world,

The whispers of ocean caress the rage of the tempted earth,

Upon the parched sand we march with our bloody fists curled,

Amongst the lustrous forest we slumber in natures hearth.

The day has come and the night is dead,

Let us all stand in twilight’s stead.

Shaping The Mold

The sun has risen on my path again, a new journey has begun,

These rested hands cry out for my tools and my feet beg to run.

The stars dance as the clouds bow before my familiar gaze,

The breath of Earth spreads through the land and clears away the haze.

A new song has been sung from the lips of fate that draws me like a flame,

And now my tortured soul yearns for the birth of its true and final name.

My journeys before have forged my mind into a great and mighty tool,

But the trial that beckons for me now possesses its own secret rules.

So now that the mold is gone and my chains of rest have been sold,

It’s time to find my true self and bend the world so I can shape the mold.

Time and Space

Pillars of ivory born from the womb of the earth

Rivers of ruby embracing the curves of the land

The blessed cry of eternity in its moment of birth

Valleys of toil etched into eternities calloused hand

From out of the muddy darkness rises infinity

Unrivaled strength drips from its scarred hide

Within its hands dwell rage and holy serenity

Reality trembles before its untamed pride

 

 

Split Open

Broken on the inside with pieces stuck to the bone

This shell is eternal, stubborn and hard like stone

The rays of light seek the path hidden within the scars

But the trek is futile for I am chained within mental bars

I seek the warden who hid the keys from my sullen eyes

As my shepherd  rains crimson rain from the golden skies

I hear the drops fall upon this retched and bloody cage

But only pain and confusion oozes from my unjust rage

As the cleansing drops seep into this fragile cocoon

I feel the light of grace raise my soul with the moon

And as this scarred cocoon is slowly soaked and lit

Now fed by grace I have the strength to make it split