Schizophrenia

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Tuesday, July 31, 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.

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Saturday, July 28, 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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Friday, July 20, 2007

THE FINALE!

Now that I've got that off my chest, all poems under the Blog Schizophrenia are done and writen. Was a great experience meeting all those who bothered to read and evaluate my passion. Writing. I now set off to embark on my next batch of poems. So look out for "The Craft, Blood and Tears"...coming... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Encore!

Do you have the touch, to cook up a song? A soul soothing tune soft yet strong, A lullaby in the hearts of our young growing children, A melody to hum in the ears of our women? Can you tell a story in minor key? Or throw in a beat in the key of G, Spin us to heights beyond the stars, While you strum... Sign in to see full entry.

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Johnnie

Cover me. Wrap me in rubber, keep me from the wet. Surreal sensations against my skin, Don't want to regret. Therein may dwell minions of death, Formidable foes to my waning health. So cover me and wrap me in rubber, Please don,t you forget. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Hand of the Devil

Dear reader, Should I stand up high on a mountain And apologise for the things that I said? should I rinse my mouth in a fountain, To make it clean from the from raising the dead? Or perhaps cut off my hand, to atone for the words I wrote, Or suffer a frontal lobotomy to take away my darkest... Sign in to see full entry.

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You Will See-You might not like what you see but you Will see

Look if you dare You'll find it there What you seek For what you wish Vessels we are We come from a far Eternity our dream Bleak though It may seem What I call home will Freeze over in time For when I bid my last farewell Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 16, 2007

Of The Thorn in The Flesh

What is the colour of Agony? And she shines as a sword slashing my soul, Her smile as dark as ebony, How she glimmers while watching me fall...and fall. She twists she turns, She blisters she burns. and I "whisper" her name in the still midnight air!!! Her tender touch more than I can bear. Is that... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Silence is brocken

..shut up and listen So here's my vision I'll die to write And spill my ink till maggots bite The silence is brocken God-damned and foresaken For words once wrote Demons not fought But accepted within Never to be seen What lies between. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Dark Mistress (Chin up)

There is nothing You can throw at me that I can't take There's no quake in the earth that can make me shake My heart is a stone Pure plain and simple I am that which represents the true meaning of limbo There's no fire hot enough to make me burn No lesson tough enough to make me learn My spirit as a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Odes From the Abyss. All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that he might turn his eyes towards the stars and his gaze upon the sky. Ovid,Metamorphosis

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