God

Blasphemous Teachings Prologue "You have been charged with teaching blasphemy and heresy among the lesser folk," the judge spoke, his voice echoes across the room. "As all those present are ...

Life does go on, as we knew it would. All the pain we took, for the greater good. All the lies we told, to those who care. For the love ...

Unlike Them Wandering, Wandering as though you are lost, yet all around you, are those you called your friends. Fakes they were, for in your time of need they turned ...

And many came to glimpse the fall and the horror spread through one and all their eyes were covered so they'd not see the pain that visited me and thee ...

Wild and free, like a bird of the tree. Like a wild young horse, dancing ‘cross the fields. Like a breath of wind, dancing ‘cross the sky. Like a bright ...

This is something that actually happened to me last Saturday... It was Saturday afternoon in the quiet city of Hillsdale, and I was, like most of the time, bored as ...

This madness has gone too far, blackened and dead with fear. The cloak of silence is thrown, the time of judgement quite near. And all shall reap what they've sown, ...

**I wasnt sure about posting this, it si NOT mine, i lay no claim to it, but i dont know who wrote it, and i figure, it should be seen. ...

I slid a meat cleaver from the knife rack on the kitchen counter. Stealthily, I advance towards the kitchen table, to confront a small green demon that sat there, snarling. ...

A silent kiss upon my cheek, the brush of long lost memory. An ancient tomb cloaked in dust, and shrouded in dark mystery. Alone we stand against the night, ‘till ...

**this is an unfinished poem, but have at it, tell me what you think, ** Farewell the fallen heros Farewell to the courageous and the bold Farewell the Thunder Child, ...

There is an innocent beauty to a flower. Like that of a young child, first discovering their world. There is a Magic to nature that will never be explained by ...

My face is a mask, for the world to see. Caught up in secrets, that one cannot know. Giving false hope, lies continue to grow. And we grasp for a ...

They say that we are safe, that the bombs are just for show, but what will come tomorrow even They can never know. They say that Armageddon, is just an ...

Life's young beauty dancing, to a slow, soft tune. Thou art forever young, but death comes all too soon. To die whilst not alone, is measured not in gold.

Candles all raised high, against the growing dark. The fire in our eyes, the fire in our hearts. The passion of the hour, may yet withstand the night. And don't ...

Foreward Dreams I like to think of myself as a lover, and a fighter, a revolution man, so to speak. And in my eyes, I am but then I step, ...

I like my poems with random verse. It cannot sound much worse than to hear those stupid fools with all their myriad rules. Trying to make me write with "skill" ...

Ancient statues standing tall, noble visage, broken all, they've stood for near a thousand years, they'll probably stand a thousand more. They watch us live, they watch us die, all ...

Two stand on a bridge, away from the world. Midnight has gone, four hours, or more. Their hands clasped tight, in the face of the dawn. Not know what will ...

The man smiles softly, but no-one knows why. On his face a grin, but his eyes betray the lie, He's telling to the world, he's telling to himself, though all ...

These knights wore blue jeans, and leather jackets, and courted, the looking-glass queens. They speak not in prose, but in their pocket a rose, to give to the girl, of ...

The words are flowing through my head, As I try to recall what they've said, they whisper secrets in my ear, the darkest truths for me to hear. I know ...

We danced all night, on the edge of a knife, in the morning we gambled, with the Devil's dice. We lived to fight, and we fought to win. Our love's ...

Be at peace with the world, and be at peace with yourself. Know well your limitations, yet strive to overcome them. Take joy from what you do, and bring joy ...

When all is said and done, who can say they've won? The bodies lying in the streets, the blood flowing beneath our feet, give testimony against the lie, no one's ...

Someone's got to push the button, It's for the greater cause. Someone's got to push the button, though some innocents may die. It's just collateral damage, No one thinks even ...

In the darkness there awaits, the silent figure of grim fate. On his face a manic grin, of vile secrets held within. The wicked blade held aloft, whispers death so ...

More to know. More to hear. More to spread the bitter fear. More to see. More to feel. More to question what is real. More to taste. More to smell. ...

Three stood on a bridge, a broken bridge to nowhere looking into the chasm, they know not where it leads. the darkness underneath, seems to stretch forever on. But in ...

I believe that every creature, every living thing, in fact, knows instinctively what it is supposed to be, what it is supposed to do. A lion who has never known ...

Can I be more than I am, If all the universe together, Is but dust to the winds of time? How will we be known, many years from now? As ...

I'm writing this poem now, that it may drown out the sound, the sound of silence creeping, The bell that tolls at dawn. I wait and watch the clock, as ...

It took me a long time to realize that music does not sound the same to me as it does to others. I am not talking about the sound of ...

My fingers are blistered from the strings, though the strings seem to smile. I hold the guitar in my arms, with no proper posture, and not caring. My fingers want ...

Born a child of Democracy,raised in harsh hypocrisy.We learned in schoolto read and write and lie,to never kiss and tell.Yes, we hid our secrets wellThe battles raged,all around.Our eyes were ...

Prayers for deliverance and justice, desperate hope that there might be an end this side of death. They waited in the shadows and asked with mournful truth when exactly is ...

The music set our souls on fire And we found ourselves inspiredTo make wondrous things With our hearts and handsThe many hues of blue and gold Paint visions only dreamedOf ...

I sold my soul for thirty dollars,and every morning I lookedinto the mirror to see,if Redemption had come in the night.I washed my hands, and tried to clean the red-stained ...

They wash like flowers upon breakstones. They dance like shadows in the dark.They live like secrets kept too long.They creep like roseweeds all along. They sing their siren songsto unsuspecting ...