Schizophrenia-Blood and Tears

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

Oxygen

Oxygen fills our lungs with life Misery and sorrow define tomorrow Happiness sears the core as a knife Let freedom reign and the rest will follow. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Waiting

While waiting defines the hands of time, I wait a while from nine to nine. There in the rain upon concrete floors, I wait and wait and wait some more. While Southampton goes to sleep, I wait in the wet in her dark streets. And revellers calously trod on home, While I wait and I wait and I wait... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Darkness Beckons

Darkness beckons, lost souls unknown Fire fills the void inside Peace prevails beyond the final destination You can run but you cannot hide Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

For Fear Of Fear

The words have known unforefelt misery The eyes have seen a thousand tears The heart flutters with high anxiety The soul knows not a deeper fear The mind it wanders many million a mile These trembling hands loosing their grip These quivering lips afford a wry smile But theres emptiness there as I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 6, 2007

Gods Gift

So soon, So gone, Gods Gift departed So Sad So sullen, so brocken hearted So fare thee well I'll say it now, didn't have the chance So fate denied So are you watching? We love you Gift, this really hurts So deep inside Still in my ears your laughter bellows so unique, So Gift, So genuine, So... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

The Word Wot He wrote

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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

The Word Wot He Wrote

This word denied Hurts inside This word inside, I recite This word it breathes Yet its dead It plays a number in my head. This word provokes This words a joke Anger and mirth when I spoke This word disturbs Even I Beelzebub, woke mine shut eye. This word is Poetry Twas born and now it grows in me... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 30, 2007

The Setting Sun

...What of ignorance for bliss I remember it all begun with a kiss Sweet heaven I saw inside those lips Where innocence bade its first goodbye Of poisoned blood from which I die Of brocken hearts mother and son This time the sun it doesn't come. What of the hopeless youth a future bleak Of livlihood... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Dooms Dawn

What of morning dew on grasses green Of clear blue skies we breathed in clean an infantile day naive and young And we watched the sun begin to come What of fear not knowing And panic growing Of merchants of death fast approaching Our land, our lives, our livestock at stake Our trust in god our... Sign in to see full entry.

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