#midnightramblings #poetry #qotd
Is your Angel really your Demon? And the Demon your Angel after all?
Walk with me Ma’Lady through the garden of chaos and havoc. As your demon of redemption holds your heart, the angel of salvation holds your hand. What is salvation and what is redemption in your mind’s eye? Can it be your angel is the devil and your demon is the one that flies in the light?
Vampyre’s Prayer of Death
hail o fateful slumber of change
winters barren lands of waste
death be quickened on thy heels
as i lay in bed in twilight’s grace
awakened in the blood of fire
death forgive my forging power
changing thought and will perceived
guiding darkness through womb conceived light is dawning as i breach
and immortal death is close in reach
fateful hour drawing near
rotting soul inside with fear
resting peaceful in the stars above
descends the death of change in love
faster thoughts and piercing flesh
ever comes the prayer of death
Wake up world
How I wish I could go back
Back to the days when things were simple
The golden years of childhood
When I would pick the dandelion furs
And truly believed my wish would come true
When I would blow them all from the flower head
Back to the days of hopscotch and four square
Not a care in the world
A worry free time
The only troubles that bothered me were the impending whippings from acting out
The only worries that ran through my mind
Were if it was going to rain on a summer day
Or if my favorite ice cream had been demolished
Back to the days of happiness and smiles
Where everything delighted my heart
And nothing could bring my dreams down
Oh to go back to the days of bliss and carelessness
Where mistakes made didn’t come at such a high cost
Where family meant together forever
Oh to go back to the days of barrettes and braids
The beautiful strands of hair woven together so gently, so preciously by my mother
Those were the days of smiles and not tears
Of hopes and not fears
Of goals and not obstacles
Of triumphs and not troubles
Those were the days of my young life
Of my early childhood
So much simpler than now
Scraping by day to day
Wondering where my next meal might come from
What house I’m going to float to to stay
Oh how I wish to go back to those days
But what adulthood has taught me
Wishes are for children
Hopes are for optimists
Goals are for the overly ambitious
And triumph is only for those who have it handed to them
Real adults never know what its like
To be happy like they were as kids
Real adults live in the real world
Not the reality our immature minds created as an illusion
A delusion
To make it through this world called Life
Wake up world
This is life!
Poetry: Eternal Slumber
What happens if I do not wake tomorrow
But lay in an eternal slumber?
Who’s eyes would fill with tears
That would fall to a bitter end?
Who would latch onto my arm
Yelling my name into my lifeless ears?
What happens if this eternal slumber
Was unknowing and fast
There was no time to say goodbyes
No time to heal the hurtful words of past
What happens when this eternal slumber
Breaks down your foundation of strength?
Your hands gently touch my face
And you fall to your knees
You heart shredding in pain
What happens when this eternal slumber
Breaks apart your blissful life
You no longer find happiness
You no longer laugh in the wind
What happens when this eternal slumber
Doesn’t move you from your spot
You stand there with no emotion
You stand there in no strife
What happens when this eternal slumber
Was just a test of you?
And with your actions you failed horribly
And have shown me what I must do
Poetry: Haiku
The moon rises high
Blocking the light of the sun
Sweet bliss envelops
Darkness covers me
I do not see the light now
But I will once more
Daylight blinds my sight
As the moon moves from the sky
Sunlight forever
Poetry: Insanity Ensues
The loneliness of despair
The solitude of grief
The depressive state of being
Pushing forth through the masses unnoticed
Invisible
Intolerant views of words
Speaking the truth to deaf ears of the wise
Only to be burdened with ties of lies
The heart in truth does not lie
The words of truth are not lies
The lies are the form of evil and deception
Where in a soul that’s pure and light
Do not exist on the tongue
Insanity ensues as the solitude grows
Not insanity from an illness
But insanity from seclusion and hermitage
Walking the path of innocence and truth
Leads to words being rebuked and shunned
No longer feeling the last grasp of happiness
The veins bleed in pure bliss
The freedom of death knocking at the bathroom door
What does my heart yearn for more
To live or to die
To exist or to rise
The evolutionary trials of man’s hate
Echo through my mind’s eye
I know now what my fate shall be
But it only exists in infinity