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The Traveller.In the time before I was here I was there. There being anywhere I wanted. I crossed many lands. I met with kings; queens; emperors and self-proclaimed gods. They never lasted, nor did we ever meet again. It has always been that way. I am the man who hasn't any home to speak of other than the stars that light the night sky.
I'm the traveling man.

I've travelled the world year upon year. I meet both royal and peasant. I drink and eat the finest; the decent and the rotten. I hunger for more than can be served. I long for new experiences in this endless expanse of culture that flashes before my eyes.
Egypt had Pharaohs once.
Rome had Roman

One Wordthisisonlyonewordiamsuretheytaughtmeawordisathingbetweenspacesirememberbecausetheysaidmyhandwritingwasmessyandtoobigandiwaswritingonewordwhenimeanttowritetwoandeversincemyhandwritinghasbeensmallerbutstillmessythentheytaughtmethatbytakingspacesawayyoucouldmaketwowordsintooneplaygroundoutsidesunlightandmuchlaterifoundsomeofmyownfavoritesgoddamnpantsuitassholearoundthattimeirealizedwordscorrespondedtomeaningsleafcartarscarbarstarbutsomewordshavemanymeaningsbarstarlightfreedegreeandthatisallwithoutconsideringthatwhenisaydieicouldmeandeathorbereferringtoanobjectingermanthenilearnedthatiwasinadequatethenthatyoucanargueaboutthedefinitionofthingsandw

WeakDisappointment, anger, shame;
churning, pushing, sloshing;
clamoring to spill out of my mouth.
I'll vomit those poison words.
I feel the bile rising--

but all that escapes is a sigh.

One DayOne day, we will be ancient history
Just as much as the Romans and their Empire.
One day, nobody will remember you or me
Or us.
One day, we'll be studied like the fossils we'll have become
The texts, the words will be gone.
One day, only the earthshattering words will be remembered
Not the simple reassurances.
One day, we will pass on and soar
Past memories and emotion.
But for today, we are forever.

ParadoxIn This Lazy Night of Dreams
Wisdom speaks & knowledge Gleams
As This Night turns To Dawn
Some rejoice While Others Mourn
For In This Night Death Did Creep
While The World Was Sound Asleep
Unknown to The Sorrows In The Streets
The World Goes On Its Trendy Beats

The MagicianIn the Tarot I was born under the day of the Magician.
I bring the powers of Heaven to Earth.
I can control my emotions, my fortunes and my destiny.
I can unify the yin and the yang.
As with balancing the good and the bad.
I myself is as confident as one could be.
for I attack with a blunt sword.
yet part of me remains hidden be hind my confidence.
As I am very intelligent.
I show it through my many debates.
With my knowledge
I know to rise from my failures,
with a confident and flashy way.
Just like my spirit birds;
the Peacock, and the Phoenix.
I cannot be hurt or show it.
For I rise above it all and I am once again born from my pain.
I do not hide my secrets,
but let them renew me.
I am the flower that grows on the dead tree.
I am the wound caused by the blunt sword.
I am the cup that never empties and never fills.
I am the combining force of Heaven's light and Earth's darkness.
I am the magician.

The Toppers' Epitaph

Routine and Inspection, of things to come,
One day here, and knowing not,
One day gone to Death, and Strife,
As of now, the purpose he won,
But to the topper's liking found,
Only Death ,and Misery,

In L.I.M.D.O.S he waits for the name beguiled,
Accompanied by, judges three,
In Hunt for the name that escapes the mind,
Desperately, on the watch,

Tick, is the word that repeats itself,
Not before, What name is Tick?
So down, and down, the Door of Time,
As I go, far and wide,

Upon the table, with Clocks of Past,
Broken still, and never dead,
Tock the hat, with name and strife,
Questioning still, no answers in sight,

T

Dark DaysMy days are grey
The sky is dark
I haven't got any luck, no

I try to find
a way to escape
But they don't let me walk, no

There's no obstacle
I can't beat
But I'm stuck in this chair

I see through the window
and I find out
People are running for their lives

You think
I have no power, but
If you want war I'll give you war...

My days are dark
The sky is grey
I can find a solution

Already fought
for my country
But I think I'll do it again

The Coliseum, A Lair Of AtrocitiesThe Coliseum, A Lair Of Atrocities

Bloody curtains fall in this malevolent lair,

Cacophonous cracks of broken bones litter the air.

Atrocities sang in twisted hosannas in this coliseum as

The sands mixed with the seas of blood as man

Entwines with beast in a violent dance.

Gladiators were dressed for death as vexations

Were pitted against his own kind.

Violence became a pleasure as well as a curse

That befell this tragic kingdom.

The lightning cracked, flashing combat.

As cold steel kissed warm flesh, at last.

This stage was meant for one victor only.

The crowds howled for more

In the scorching sun to the ebony moon.

The morbid

Disturbing Mental PrisonSome people are dead,
Watching the world in red,
The red of blood
Spilled from their mouths,
Falling to pieces,
Getting no way out.

Inside their own minds,
Blinded by their lives,
Stuck in a single melody,
A melody of silence,
A melody of agony,
A melody of desperation.

Only God might help,
Cleaning up their situations,
Giving life back,
Presenting the only salvation.

Some people are dead,
Not because they died,
But because they don't live.

heavendrunk off kissing you beneath a shower of stars
while my tears of love soak into your shirt, and i breathe in everything that is you
i would savor this moment forever
until sunrise came and i watched you through the lens of my film
as the sun lightly tickled the sides of your face
and revealed to me what i thought i already knew
you are perfect
and together we are perfect

if anyone were to request euphoria from the gods
they would find themselves wrapped in another person's essence perfectly
like the pieces of a puzzle
or the composition of an art piece
or tune of a song
that makes you believe you've found salvation
liberation

The thoughts of a zombieSoft brains,

Hard brain,

Insane brains,

Smart brains,

Blonde brains,

Deformed brains,

Perfect brains,

Half a brain,

Small brains,

Big brains,

Dirty brains,

Crazy brains,

Your brain,

His brains,

Their brains,

All brains.

Their Stories I've read so many stories,
yet none appeal to me
I want the weak minded thought's,
I want to know their dreams

I'm sick of strong male characters,
and feisty female minds
I want someone who can't take it,
someone who's lost the fight

I want the truth behind the lies
Not the mask that hides the shy

I want their inner feelings,their core
I want to know their hearts, do they feel remorse?

I want to know their fears, their worries
I need to know who they are, their stories

Lucifer's fall

Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.

Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.

You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.

I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.

I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.

I can feel

Pride and Acceptance ?They loathe me;
they shout the worst words
(the kind that encircle you like flies; relentless) -
burning, scathing words.

It doesn't matter. I don't care what anybody else says.

I am alone, shunned.
I curl up in the wastelands
of something I once recognised
as my most intimate identity,
but now feels foreign and outlandish;
like myself.

They're just words. I don't have to let them get to me.

I am proud.I don't need anyone elseto accept me;I accept myself.

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by =Tory-Steller, Sep 21, 2012, 1:10:00 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Broken hopes have roped them in
Cravings spoken by their sins
Savings spent to dust again
Actions fueled by greed

Soaking tongues salvate and savor
Rocket highs and potent flavors
Trading pockets, friends and favors
Taste buds start to bleed

Neighbors who trusted each other
Backstab and sell out their brother
Just to taste that devil butter
A sea full of misdeeds

Shaking in anticipation
Can't escape the situation
Hooked in by their desperation
Your system wants to feed

Addiction cracks the sanest mind
Polluting thoughts from the inside
Corrupted souls commit the crime
You can't deny the need