For when there is one
There must be a too
An even choice in many
In mind few
It is no savored secret
It is nothing I knew
It is simply my meager
Point of view
Poetry by Me
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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 13th, 2009
For when there is one
There must be a too
An even choice in many
In mind few
It is no savored secret
It is nothing I knew
It is simply my meager
Point of view
Poetry by Me
Posted by Cyberdevil - October 13th, 2009
All the wonder of this world
When, I wonder?
Is absurd
A plate of waffles does me feed
Abrupt and peacefully
Oh so easily
Yet peace is rare inside our world
Peace is something sacred
It seems to me the scar of herds
Seizelessly mates hate and makes dread
And this I do not kindly know
Yet there is nothing to be done
For in the end there must be truth
Even when war is one
Poetry by Me
Posted by Cyberdevil - October 13th, 2009
When all fails all
Else is but a spore
Of metaphors
Poetry by Me
Posted by Cyberdevil - October 12th, 2009
Is there something beyond beyond?
What goes deeper than my backyard pond?
I see the fish swim of which I am fond
And yet there's a darkness below
If they dove down into this darkness
Where would the little fish go?
Would they spawn on another planet
Would anyone ever know?
Where my little fish swam
Or would they be forgotten, fading to abyss?
Any life is a better life
Unaltered bliss as this
Poetry by Me
Posted by Cyberdevil - October 12th, 2009
There is a willow
Down by the water
It does remind me
Of times that passed
It seems it swallows
All but tomorrow
All fears that bother
It mends the grass
That grow beside it
That try to climb it
It seems to playfully
Let them reach
Up on it's stem
Then it grows higher
Into the sky
And out of reach
All the children
They like to climb up
And it lets them
Sit on its branch
Beside the river
Of gritt and grime it
Leads it's own life
A steep romance
It doesn't wither
Though it grows old
It's thick roots slither
Deep in the cold
The soil that binds it
And there it stays
I'll think I'll visit
The will today
Poetry by Me
Posted by Cyberdevil - October 11th, 2009
The rivers flow at an astounding rate
They never close down or slow their pace
Always constant they tame the race
A spray of ozone impounds their gates
The rivers flow is both grand and great
Their splinters run down in rows of age
Always suddle, sometimes wide with rage
Wild and seizeless, a child amazed
The rivers flow blocked by moats and damms
The river sides both surrounded by land
The river lingers and still moves on
Out to the sea from the mountain strong
With water unsalty, with water so new
It sparkles in the sun and shines brightly blue
Always on my mind when my own day is grey
The rivers ravish and run, away
Poetry by Me
Posted by Cyberdevil - October 11th, 2009
If the darkness is dark
We on journeys embark
With the shadows of name
In our ambition to claim
All that floats by our ark
All the visions we tame
In our rolls we are stark
As the trolls raging sane
If the brightness is bright
We do siftle the light
We stay still and do fight
For the future in grasp
If it holds nothing more
Than the visions we hope
Will one day reach our lore
Of ambition and folk
Will reach out to us
And touch us
And scream out
Our names
And we will not only
Find riches
But rise
To great fame
If our role played
Is right played
Our sight payed
Much
But if we do not
Ask nicely
We might just
Reach up
To another role
Of models
And form ourselves
Another
That can let our soul
Rise higher
Into the grates
Of eden
And if it doesn't boost us
Then we can mold it down
Down into the mold that mounds
On the barren ground
Poetry By Me
Posted by Cyberdevil - October 11th, 2009
I don't tend to forget
The people that I met
Lifetimes ago
Those lifetimes ago
Then I took the next step
To the next life and outlet
Of resource on hold
The voids I have sold
My soul in control
My mind is backspin
Retank at the bank
And thank myself in
To the groupies of grim hippies
Hiding in times to come
The tidings of rebirth
They make us so dumb
Poetry By Me
Posted by Cyberdevil - October 11th, 2009
I am who I fall as
When the grim breeze stops
Locks me in my footsteps
Forgets the face of time
Evades the bullets spraying
Like fountains over sand
The dunes of demons craving
When power meets demand
The hour is late and I wait
For minutes to become years
The tiger wakes up and is bait
For the new me, is here
Reborn as I was yesterday
When I woke up from unkept reach
Torn from the world I am less than me
And I won't be dulled by speech
So please switch to the pitchblack stars
And light up the sky like a light
Because I will still be who you call
When there is noone left in your sight
And it doesn't matter for life is too short
To claim upon matters a shortness, abort
I'm plain as the latter, creative in port
So write me a letter and I will get better
Or pin down your sorrows and trap them for me
And I can laugh and dismantle your need
To crack down for every backwhack or defeat
Lethal when little else matters
Poetry by Me
Posted by Cyberdevil - October 10th, 2009
Some we outlive
Some we outgrow
Some we renew
Some flow like snow
Up from the sky
Past our window
Down and pass by
Slowly we throw
Thoughts out to them
Reach to dispute
Reach to change reason
Reason salute
Strive to keep feeling
The same things they do
The humans so many
And equals so few
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