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Cyberdevil
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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

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 10th, 2009


Abundance
It comes in overflow
It comes beyond limits
It comes with home

Consendence
It comes in consolation
It comes too monotone
It comes with cameras

Allience
It comes with legions
It claims its soldiers
It does not matter

Condemers
They see the shadows
Condemned by the battle
Regret, failure, defeat

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 9th, 2009


I like to
Fight two
Opponnents at the same time
Night view

I like too
Bright fuse
On that stick of dynamite
Sight lose

I might do
Write haikus
At the beak of dawn
Break and carry on

I like dew
Mountain dew fool
In gulps I chew
It's stubborn matter

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 9th, 2009


Upon the full moon my eden sways
It fools my senses and drifts away
Out upon the grim fields that see
Wider tundras of missery

Upon the blight sun my ego strays
It blinks ablaze and then fades away
I wander the walkways drawn by grace
Slowly awaken to seemless amazement

Upon the calm snow my soul embraced
Warmth in my heart and joy on my face
Even though my mind whispers me "stay away!"
From the cold that bathes in our world

So the moonlight that raises demonic
And the sun that burns uleashed
Thus this snow so cold could bring chronic
Storms our rivers and fills our streets

But under this hide my ample heart beats
Two notes a minute, twice in a row
And the snow that falls seems to me so honest
I lie down and in it divine angels plow

The sun is hidden behind grey clouds
The moon is held behind this storm
And in this darkness that our world crowds
A new light, is born

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 9th, 2009


Can't figure out what it means to be
To breath like a stream be at peace with me
Everyday a dream passes easily
A constant breeze that won't seize to sleep

Poetry by Me