Post by Emerald Ace on Jun 1, 2010 13:04:07 GMT 12
I would like to point out that all these poems are fictional. 
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Kidnap and Murder
When criminals grow bold, and when hands go cold.
When teeth become gritted, and when murder stories become fitted.
When your bedroom window swings ajar, and your feeling of safety feels far.
When a cloth is coiled around your throat, and when all you hear is the eerie echo of a musical note.
When lights flicker, and when darkness lingers.
When funerals are quartered, and when outlaws aren't cornered.
When all this happens, all you remember is a body's wrappings.
Abandoned. . .
Have you ever been left alone, left by yourself for days upon days? No, you haven't. You have no idea what it is like to be abandoned, to be a lost in a world that has no light, no good. It is like earth consumed by hell itself, only the darkness remaining. Your legs get weary, your arms starts to ache, and your heart starts to cry. You slip to your knees and ask God, why did you deserve this? Why? Why in the hell did you deserve such an evil punishment by your loved ones, relatives and friends?
A sword before your throat, signaling to get out, get out of their lives, leave this place. You leave with no other option, only the open road. They throw you a bundle of supplies and slam the door before your eyes. You can't live with that kind of misery... but I can.
I've lived through it all, twenty years of abandonment, and twenty more to go. You try to return to your homeland after several years and when your relatives are old and gray, they still do not care about who the HELL YOU ARE! WHO THE HELL YOU COULD BE! You lay on the porch asking, "What did I do? What did I do that was so wrong?" But then you figure it out... you were different.
You were black when they were white. You were good when they were evil. You were weak, when they were strong. You leave the porch of your homeland and never return. You never look back, and you never regret. You walk through the dark woods, only to see the cowering animals that flee from your presence and then you think, "Maybe I was different."
The moon shines down on your shameful shoulders and you take it all in, and you use it. You use it for anger, for war, for death. In later years, even when you thought you would never return, you walk upon the farm that once pushed you out and you storm in, eyes flaring. You unsheath your weapon and you charge your loved ones.
You... you... YOU KILL THEM ALL! And that is when you discover why you were so different, why you were pushed away. You were worthless, bottled with anger that you couldn't control. You can't imagine my life.
You couldn't handle the blame, the eyes of fearful people staring you down with shame. You would charge them, shut them down at that very moment, but I would not. They watch you pass and then call the guards and you start to sprint, sprint for the forest, the dark, dark forest.
You lose their trail and you come upon another horror, a horror you couldn't imagine. Yourself.
You look at yourself in the puddle below the tree and see not a boy, not a man, but a demon. An evil boy tainted by the evilness of others. And that is when the lesson comes in, do not mimic the deeds of others, the hatefulness of others. Do not be prejudice against the strong, the weak, the wise, or the stupid. I have overcome this fear, the fear of myself. I've pushed myself to the limits of anger, to the limits of emotional stress that you couldn't imagine.
Death's Presence
Are you afraid of death, afraid if you're going to go to hell or heaven? I'm not. I've seen death, I've embraced death, I'm ready for death. When death is not before your eyes and is not coming for many years, you aren't afraid, you are not scared. When it confronts you, looks into your eyes, and stabs into your heart, you are afraid, you are scared. I've come to be calm when death faces me, I see it as another path in life, not the end, but the beginning. I am curious about the other half of life. What is it like? Do we actually die? Is there really a heaven or hell?
Do not waste your life away. I have been abandoned, and I do not waste my life, I do not become suicidal. The people of the world believe that their life is horrible, it is not worth living. Life may be hard, but you choose it for a reason: to learn. You are meant to live your whole life, make everyday worth while. I have come to do this, to not feel depressed about my life, but be depressed that I was actually thinking of killing myself.
I feel shame for those who take lives, from those who have not lived their whole life. I do not admire killing but I will do what I must to survive. Do we really need battle? Need war? Need death? The soldiers of the world are sinned with unholy prayers that will dig deep into there skin, their heart, their soul. They kill men, women, people, without mercy and they believe they do what they need to protect their friends, their family. Would we need soldiers if there was war? I believe not. The nations and countries of the war waste soldiers lives away. It may be the soldiers choice but they wouldn't have to risk their lives if there wasn't war.
I have died, over and over again. I have seen war, over and over again. But I have not seen love, over and over again. I see love in my adoptive father's eyes, but I did not see them in my true father's eyes when he slammed the door before my eyes. I see hatred, cruelty, and evilness.
Death, death is inevitable, I have learned to accept this. You may cry for hours upon hours, hoping that death will not take you. This will not help at all, god, no matter who he or she is, they pick your time, your life, your death. You cannot change time, you cannot change when you will die or what you will die by. Death is nothing to be afraid of, love is worse.
Now, I ask you, are you afraid of death? I am not.
A Man's Worry
It's only when you think evil has been vanquished from the world, it doesn't. I learned this lesson many decades ago when I was only a small boy, I've seen an indesribable amount of evil that could consume your thoughts, your dreams. This evil could be anything, it could be the abandonment of your parents, an evil warlord pillaging a village to the ground, a husband cheating on his wife.
You could never figure out why the person would do this, how were their hearts able to consume so much darkness, blackness, evilness. You may come upon your destroyed house, your parents dead of old age after abandonment, or your divorced mother and father and you will see why this happened. It was only a man's worry. The man who pillaged the village to the ground, he worried about the city becoming too powerful, overcoming the nation. Your parents, abandoning you when you were young, worried that you would be too different. The man who cheated on his wife only worried about her becoming too distant and cheating on him.
Have you ever seen this in your life? Many people have but they did not see it as I did. You see, I was abandoned when I was young. My father was either worried about the war or me being too different, I accepted it, and I used it. I used it with my training, when I was in a battle, I used my anger... to win.
Years after this terrible evil comes upon you, you may see the light, the good of the world that was so ever clouded from your mind by the evilness of others. You see the true beauty of the world, not the tainted air that your relatives made you breathe. You choke in this air, and you become tainted yourself until you manage to escape the ghastly air and enter the exotic and exquisite outer world.
When you emerge from the smoke, a godly figure will accompany you until you learn the ways of light. Then he will leave your side.
Just as my adoptive father did when he led me through the dark and we emerged in the light. When he taught me all he could about the world, God took him from me. WITHOUT MY APPROVAL! I cried for days an days but he never would come back, NEVER! You could pray to god himself and ask for your best friend, companion, and father from the blackness of death but nothing will help.
The worry of man is the only thing that prevents good from entering the world. The worry of man is a nuisance. If you want to achieve true inner peace, you must stop worrying, stop regreting, stop wanting, and start living. Life is supposed to be about making every day worthwhile, learning a new lesson after a new day passes. If you find anyone on this planet that seems to do this, that seems to know this lesson, please tell me. Men of the world worry about the economy, about their money. You should care about things that mean something in life, your kids, your wife, your lesson.
As my point comes into play, not everyone can achieve inner peace. That is why there is evil and darkness. If everyone had taken the time to achieve inner glory and peace, a government would not be needed. The people of the world would be so civilized that no one would have to be watched, no one would have to spied on, no one would have to be governed.
I hope you now understand the rotation of the world and see the light, the darkness, the hatefulness, and the worry of man in your eons to come. I say eons because we all live multiple lives, we all go through life more than once.
Each reincarnation we must learn a new lesson, but the last lesson... is inner peace. You will have to learn this through every life you live and every breath you take. When your time comes for inner peace, you will take hold of it and be completely unadorned in heaven.
God will meet you at the golden staircase and say, "No longer do you have an ordinary man's worry. No longer are you tainted by evilness. No longer will you suffer."
Guilt
Something digs into my soft flesh; something gnaws at my soul, the feeling of uncertainty. I have only come across this after I looked at the dissembled corpse of my father. His tanned skin glimmers in the blackness of the trees, but his eyes stare blankly into the darkness. Those still, emotionless eyes that stare deep into my soul have made me far more uncomfortable than you could ever imagine.
As I grip my weapons in my worn hands, the handles slip off my sweating hand. As I walk through this remote part of my mind, my nerves become tense and my heart begins to beat faster and faster. My muscles become stiff and my bones begin to cackle.
I have come across this feeling for far too long, I have grown all too used to it. This emotion… This feeling that digs into me so deep is guilt, regret. Was my father the culprit that started these chain of events that so clouded my mind? When I looked into those unmoving pupils, I realized that death is not always the answer… My father had a purpose on this planet, he had a reason.
This reason is still unanswered even by me; his reason was to lay ruin on my life? I incredibly doubt that. His true reason was far more complicated, far more complex then that would meet the regular eye.
Guilt can be covered by any amount of emotions such as fury and depression. All of these emotions can be known as ‘clouding emotions’. If you are furious at a relative, it may actually cloud your judgment that you actually love that person. If you are depressed, all of those around you are shut out of your mind. Those around you are no longer important to your needs.
Both has clouded my mind, both has pushed others away. As days pass by, these two emotions begin to fade away… but that is until another event in the chain occurs where they’re knocked back to their original course.
The rest of the world must learn from my mistakes… I will never untie my mind… I will never be free.
___________________________
Kidnap and Murder
When criminals grow bold, and when hands go cold.
When teeth become gritted, and when murder stories become fitted.
When your bedroom window swings ajar, and your feeling of safety feels far.
When a cloth is coiled around your throat, and when all you hear is the eerie echo of a musical note.
When lights flicker, and when darkness lingers.
When funerals are quartered, and when outlaws aren't cornered.
When all this happens, all you remember is a body's wrappings.
Abandoned. . .
Have you ever been left alone, left by yourself for days upon days? No, you haven't. You have no idea what it is like to be abandoned, to be a lost in a world that has no light, no good. It is like earth consumed by hell itself, only the darkness remaining. Your legs get weary, your arms starts to ache, and your heart starts to cry. You slip to your knees and ask God, why did you deserve this? Why? Why in the hell did you deserve such an evil punishment by your loved ones, relatives and friends?
A sword before your throat, signaling to get out, get out of their lives, leave this place. You leave with no other option, only the open road. They throw you a bundle of supplies and slam the door before your eyes. You can't live with that kind of misery... but I can.
I've lived through it all, twenty years of abandonment, and twenty more to go. You try to return to your homeland after several years and when your relatives are old and gray, they still do not care about who the HELL YOU ARE! WHO THE HELL YOU COULD BE! You lay on the porch asking, "What did I do? What did I do that was so wrong?" But then you figure it out... you were different.
You were black when they were white. You were good when they were evil. You were weak, when they were strong. You leave the porch of your homeland and never return. You never look back, and you never regret. You walk through the dark woods, only to see the cowering animals that flee from your presence and then you think, "Maybe I was different."
The moon shines down on your shameful shoulders and you take it all in, and you use it. You use it for anger, for war, for death. In later years, even when you thought you would never return, you walk upon the farm that once pushed you out and you storm in, eyes flaring. You unsheath your weapon and you charge your loved ones.
You... you... YOU KILL THEM ALL! And that is when you discover why you were so different, why you were pushed away. You were worthless, bottled with anger that you couldn't control. You can't imagine my life.
You couldn't handle the blame, the eyes of fearful people staring you down with shame. You would charge them, shut them down at that very moment, but I would not. They watch you pass and then call the guards and you start to sprint, sprint for the forest, the dark, dark forest.
You lose their trail and you come upon another horror, a horror you couldn't imagine. Yourself.
You look at yourself in the puddle below the tree and see not a boy, not a man, but a demon. An evil boy tainted by the evilness of others. And that is when the lesson comes in, do not mimic the deeds of others, the hatefulness of others. Do not be prejudice against the strong, the weak, the wise, or the stupid. I have overcome this fear, the fear of myself. I've pushed myself to the limits of anger, to the limits of emotional stress that you couldn't imagine.
Death's Presence
Are you afraid of death, afraid if you're going to go to hell or heaven? I'm not. I've seen death, I've embraced death, I'm ready for death. When death is not before your eyes and is not coming for many years, you aren't afraid, you are not scared. When it confronts you, looks into your eyes, and stabs into your heart, you are afraid, you are scared. I've come to be calm when death faces me, I see it as another path in life, not the end, but the beginning. I am curious about the other half of life. What is it like? Do we actually die? Is there really a heaven or hell?
Do not waste your life away. I have been abandoned, and I do not waste my life, I do not become suicidal. The people of the world believe that their life is horrible, it is not worth living. Life may be hard, but you choose it for a reason: to learn. You are meant to live your whole life, make everyday worth while. I have come to do this, to not feel depressed about my life, but be depressed that I was actually thinking of killing myself.
I feel shame for those who take lives, from those who have not lived their whole life. I do not admire killing but I will do what I must to survive. Do we really need battle? Need war? Need death? The soldiers of the world are sinned with unholy prayers that will dig deep into there skin, their heart, their soul. They kill men, women, people, without mercy and they believe they do what they need to protect their friends, their family. Would we need soldiers if there was war? I believe not. The nations and countries of the war waste soldiers lives away. It may be the soldiers choice but they wouldn't have to risk their lives if there wasn't war.
I have died, over and over again. I have seen war, over and over again. But I have not seen love, over and over again. I see love in my adoptive father's eyes, but I did not see them in my true father's eyes when he slammed the door before my eyes. I see hatred, cruelty, and evilness.
Death, death is inevitable, I have learned to accept this. You may cry for hours upon hours, hoping that death will not take you. This will not help at all, god, no matter who he or she is, they pick your time, your life, your death. You cannot change time, you cannot change when you will die or what you will die by. Death is nothing to be afraid of, love is worse.
Now, I ask you, are you afraid of death? I am not.
A Man's Worry
It's only when you think evil has been vanquished from the world, it doesn't. I learned this lesson many decades ago when I was only a small boy, I've seen an indesribable amount of evil that could consume your thoughts, your dreams. This evil could be anything, it could be the abandonment of your parents, an evil warlord pillaging a village to the ground, a husband cheating on his wife.
You could never figure out why the person would do this, how were their hearts able to consume so much darkness, blackness, evilness. You may come upon your destroyed house, your parents dead of old age after abandonment, or your divorced mother and father and you will see why this happened. It was only a man's worry. The man who pillaged the village to the ground, he worried about the city becoming too powerful, overcoming the nation. Your parents, abandoning you when you were young, worried that you would be too different. The man who cheated on his wife only worried about her becoming too distant and cheating on him.
Have you ever seen this in your life? Many people have but they did not see it as I did. You see, I was abandoned when I was young. My father was either worried about the war or me being too different, I accepted it, and I used it. I used it with my training, when I was in a battle, I used my anger... to win.
Years after this terrible evil comes upon you, you may see the light, the good of the world that was so ever clouded from your mind by the evilness of others. You see the true beauty of the world, not the tainted air that your relatives made you breathe. You choke in this air, and you become tainted yourself until you manage to escape the ghastly air and enter the exotic and exquisite outer world.
When you emerge from the smoke, a godly figure will accompany you until you learn the ways of light. Then he will leave your side.
Just as my adoptive father did when he led me through the dark and we emerged in the light. When he taught me all he could about the world, God took him from me. WITHOUT MY APPROVAL! I cried for days an days but he never would come back, NEVER! You could pray to god himself and ask for your best friend, companion, and father from the blackness of death but nothing will help.
The worry of man is the only thing that prevents good from entering the world. The worry of man is a nuisance. If you want to achieve true inner peace, you must stop worrying, stop regreting, stop wanting, and start living. Life is supposed to be about making every day worthwhile, learning a new lesson after a new day passes. If you find anyone on this planet that seems to do this, that seems to know this lesson, please tell me. Men of the world worry about the economy, about their money. You should care about things that mean something in life, your kids, your wife, your lesson.
As my point comes into play, not everyone can achieve inner peace. That is why there is evil and darkness. If everyone had taken the time to achieve inner glory and peace, a government would not be needed. The people of the world would be so civilized that no one would have to be watched, no one would have to spied on, no one would have to be governed.
I hope you now understand the rotation of the world and see the light, the darkness, the hatefulness, and the worry of man in your eons to come. I say eons because we all live multiple lives, we all go through life more than once.
Each reincarnation we must learn a new lesson, but the last lesson... is inner peace. You will have to learn this through every life you live and every breath you take. When your time comes for inner peace, you will take hold of it and be completely unadorned in heaven.
God will meet you at the golden staircase and say, "No longer do you have an ordinary man's worry. No longer are you tainted by evilness. No longer will you suffer."
Guilt
Something digs into my soft flesh; something gnaws at my soul, the feeling of uncertainty. I have only come across this after I looked at the dissembled corpse of my father. His tanned skin glimmers in the blackness of the trees, but his eyes stare blankly into the darkness. Those still, emotionless eyes that stare deep into my soul have made me far more uncomfortable than you could ever imagine.
As I grip my weapons in my worn hands, the handles slip off my sweating hand. As I walk through this remote part of my mind, my nerves become tense and my heart begins to beat faster and faster. My muscles become stiff and my bones begin to cackle.
I have come across this feeling for far too long, I have grown all too used to it. This emotion… This feeling that digs into me so deep is guilt, regret. Was my father the culprit that started these chain of events that so clouded my mind? When I looked into those unmoving pupils, I realized that death is not always the answer… My father had a purpose on this planet, he had a reason.
This reason is still unanswered even by me; his reason was to lay ruin on my life? I incredibly doubt that. His true reason was far more complicated, far more complex then that would meet the regular eye.
Guilt can be covered by any amount of emotions such as fury and depression. All of these emotions can be known as ‘clouding emotions’. If you are furious at a relative, it may actually cloud your judgment that you actually love that person. If you are depressed, all of those around you are shut out of your mind. Those around you are no longer important to your needs.
Both has clouded my mind, both has pushed others away. As days pass by, these two emotions begin to fade away… but that is until another event in the chain occurs where they’re knocked back to their original course.
The rest of the world must learn from my mistakes… I will never untie my mind… I will never be free.
