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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 9th, 2009


I am sitting here at home
Remembering verses that came my way
When I was just a boy
But in my mind they will always stay

Remind me of the times
When then was now and now was so far away
When I could fly
In my dreams the clouds were detailed

I see myself as I was in the past
How I thought I would be and forever last
And I thought I could see the coming time
I thought the world was round like a lime

And I thought it was sour
And a little bit sweet
And that it was all mine
To both pick and eat

I had a choice to take it
To eat it, drin it or make it
Into something difference
It was my path in existence

And time flew away
And night turned to day
And I let that lime rot
Like the time that was shot

So meet my conviction

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 9th, 2009


We hope that we have
Something left to live
When tomorrow comes

Out of the dying blue
Out of decaying green
Out of the fading dream

Still we hide our screams
We howl inside our seems
Longing to be set free

Outside where the world
Could be so beautiful
If we let it live without us

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 9th, 2009


I feel weary, a bit tired, not too dry eyed, I feel fine
Time passes fast and I laugh so hard that I sometimes find
I have a hard time winding back, rewinding, relaxing
But never is it hard to eat my snacks when there are too

Many cold facts in the freezer

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009


When the new day starts and the scene comes to play
The sun in the valley that marks this new day
The outlines on the ground of the green palms portrayed
The water fountain sounds much like napalms away

I see the fire burning as the sun rises high
Up over the mountain ridge and into the sky
Soft asstounding scenery reaching through my soul
My quota filled the world it builds upon my dawning goals

The pond is still yet a wave of will sweeps over it's bare blue
And I feel so real the worlds great ideal and all of this is true
When motion fails and I just sit and stare at the wide sun rising
Up into the air

I think about the past and the time spent in this chair
So little, so long, ago

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009


Just for today, I'd like to write a poem
Since I don't know when, or where - I will die
Still when I live, I at times forget to
Live and really let lose, and see the sky

Because when troubles, bear down upon me
And when depressions, have fallen on me
Then come the sessions, when I don't see
All of the blessings that rain down by me

I have the choices, to take good care
Of these sessions, that seasons share
If I just let them, let them get near
I won't forget them, or seize to bear

All of these burdens, they are my storm
They are the blankets, that keep me warm
And out of them, my life is born
They let me manage, and let me form

All that is true, to me and you
All what is real, all which I do
And the impression, that I am fine
Is in it's essence, a lie divine

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009


Each design is a part of mind
Each line is but a part of mine
Each verse has it's own a place in time
Each phrase has a potent phase in rhyme

Each sign is an evasive climb
Each crime is a unwinding bind
Each string is an ownminded thing
Each whine of mine, defines divine

Poetry

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009


I see but I don't mind
The whispers reach me - time
Stands still as in confined
To the three stages of life

To live you try not to think
To try you defy common life
What is this world we live in
A constant and underlying strife

To reach the rest, complete the test
Not leave the street, yet be the best
We like to live, we like to stress
We want much more, we need no less

Live by the day, the wisemen say
Live for the future, find your way
And mind the past, remind yourself
That you chose your own, path at last

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009


Some days I can type without end, I type so fast I type and send
My visions past the lines that lend, this world its stable balance

Without these lines there is no right, there is no day, there is no light
There is no left, or life insight, these lines are all that keeps us quite

Keep us in shape, they keep us clear, they let us take our quake of care
They quote our wake, their sake is here, they stake our lifes, linger in pairs

We let them out with rage about, it seems in dreams they sparkle and sprout
Like cabbages, ravage, slowly grow and leap, out of ground in which they keep

Turmoil down and hapiness ablaze, I see the smile still stings your suddle face
A serious life, what a shame, what a waste, what a cast, what a place, what

Is malice

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009


The world is grey
The world is green
The world it sways
Great lengths obscene

I type so quick
I type so fast
That it now seems
It starts at last

It starts and ends
Departs in parts
In heart it sends
It's sense apart

It lends a dart
I throw it past
The decade of
The blatant last

The world is grey
The world is green
The world is great
It whirls, it means

So much to me

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009


The cabbage is fresh
The cabbage is wet
It's forms I caress
Their circles I pet

The cabbage is dipped
Fully drenched in outlet
Upon it's green blood I sipped
My dinner banquette

Poetry by Me