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Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009

I am glad to say!
That this very day!
I wrote a verse!
And it came to play!

And this verse written!
The very one you read!
Is the same verse bitten!
In my brains! This weed!

It spreads like a plague!
It rains when I bleed!
It's lace is in vivid red!
And I am but a seed!

A seed of it's tower!
The capsule of life!
Not with all my power!
Can I let it strife!

Away from me.

Poetry by Me

Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009

The more I have to do
The more meaning in life
I gain
The more that plows my mind through
The more that sprains
My soul
The more that burdens my shoulders
The more that weighs
Me down
The more that makes me older
The more that leads me towards
The more that makes my head heavy
My eyelids constantly fluttering downwards
My back throbbing in pain occasionally
It still makes me see clearly
And it makes me be
Dear me
It makes believe
It makes me me
And I feel like I
Still Belong
And I think I can tell
Right from wrong
And I think if I die
A year before
The life I would have
If I had more
I don't think
It will matter
For the moments
Of life as

Poetry by Me

Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009

Can't you see the coming day
I can see it come my way
And when it passes it'll ricochétte
All the way back to me

Can't you see the next full moon
I suppose it will rise soon
But I can see it's reflection this noon
Already, up there, in the sun

Our new life it has just begun
A constant stay in a distant run
Another voyage through fields of grey
A traverse travel through night and day

And when we die we do decay
But what happens with our souls?
Do they rise and fly away
Or does the casket, swallow them whole

As well
Heaven and hell
We travel

Poetry by Me

Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009

Existence fails me
And passes by
As a ripple in the sky

Poetry by Me

Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009

I threw away all my
Thre away all that's been
Deceiving me today

I threw away all my
Threw awy all that's been
Killing my great mood lately

I became a philosoph
I have time to contemplate
And to, be

One with nature
A singe existence
And to age without time
Only deteriorating experience

Poetry by Me

Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009

Tell me what makes us humans like us
Tell us why none of the others like us
Tell us why we always expect to be existent
Exceptional from all others beasts in this existance

Tell me what makes us humans just
Tell us why we all feel as if we must
Do what is right and shield deeds from wrong
Tell us why we still don't always feel like we belong

Tell me why we can't live in peace and harmony
We wage constant wars between us and still do not seize to be
Nature is a balance, the seeds, the fruit, the sky, the trees
We stand outside this balance simply hogging all we need

We are like a virus, like a a plague, like an everspreading weed
We have no honor, no moral, we were made to be decieved
Still we believe in meaning and in absolute facts
Though nobody knows nothing, to be exact

Poetry by Me


Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009

With all victory there may come great shame
If you predict to be the one king in the game
Because sooner or later at the cease and the fall
A band of noble farmers may before you build a wall

And no matter how you push your luck, or try to push them back
All these noble farmers will do is just keep striving to attack
They will not leave an opening, not even the slightest small crack
And even when there is no way, they will just stop and there they'll stay

If one of the farmers falter, another will pick up the pace
All of them building a pattern, peacefully reaping your grace
And when the dawn is nearing it's end they will without remorse
Reach the destination which they had when they took course

And bury you in a mound of sand
Never giving in to your highest demands
They will not take your throne, or the crown you posessed
Nor will they take great treasures or bury you undressed

They will remain who they were, and be known wide and far
As noble farmers spur, the break of a new day
And as you lie in the ground ajar and so tendery decay
They will reach the stars, and never seize to play

Poetry by Me

Posted by Cyberdevil - October 8th, 2009

I know not what I would do
If I could not be with you
If I could not spend a day
Listening to all you say

Indeed you speak much taboo
At times right out of the blue
At times with nothing to say
But I will not wonder away

Despite all the words you spit
Some of them worth lesser shit
I won't escape through the door
Because that is what you are for

Despite all your tantrums in time
Our life will not fall out of line
I am content with my crime
Nagging exclusively mine

Poetry by Me

Posted by Cyberdevil - October 7th, 2009

Once upon a time
There lived a wellknown gnome
In the vast lands of liquore
He roamed there on his own

With the moon high in sky
When the fireflies brightly shone
He stroved the ground aminously
Walked the world alone

By the time he was fiftyfive
He had walked the whole world around
He had walked the whole world sideways
He had walked the world up and down

He kept on walking everyday
Until one day came to an abrupt halt
For in his path lay a basket of laugh
And a bucket of slippery salt

He had walked this road four times before
He had walked all others in his pass
Never before had he seen such a laugh
He stared in aw at the casket in grasp

And from that day he stopped walking
Since he realized he would not see
More for every journey he took
But learn from the ones he let be

Poetry by Me

Posted by Cyberdevil - October 7th, 2009

For those who came
For those who saw
For those who stared
In open aw

I did not stray
Did not forsake
It was only destiny
I did make

Never enough
Of the turmoils gone through
Never catching up
To the turbines they use

To spin around the mocking ground
Just full of discs and jockeys now
But back few years it was empty as I
Shallowly seduced by just one guy

He's a legend in parts
And a legend at heart
He was a legend at end
And a legend at start

A hero doesn't come by
Every year, or week, or day
If a hero is to weak to speak
Then there hero will be okay

A hero doesn't gun down
Innocent folks they say
But this Hero was different
This hero was a cliff hanger

This hero was a hero
The people never portrayed
It was a hero the old world
Had made

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