Bitter rejection

Unleash...
The brutal storm...
I am prepared...
I am at ease...
For as I dream...
The visions came...
All dark...
All Grey...
With hair so pale...
He took her throat..
But I stop still...
And I did fail...
The million screams...
From nursery rhymes...
Now fill my soul...
There is no pride...
The little ones. .
The ones quite bold...
That made me smile...
Then left me cold...
The whispers gone...
Just cackles wild...
My heart is dark...
The soul a myth...
Now mother weep...
But fear no more...
When body smashed...
Upon the stone...
And crimson blood...
Has no home...
I will just fade....
And not invade...
The place you love...
Where Angels roam...
Another place...
Another poem...
The bastard wails...
Without a soul...

What of love..

The devil...

Beautiful Angel..

I dare my heart..

Take the bait..

Love so sweet..

Feelings so true..

I fell like a child..

Down...down...

Among the waves...

Feeling so free...

I believed the mist..

The passionate kiss...

But then i wake...

To pain once more...

So i seek peace..

I go numb..

To no avail...

The Angel is my heart..

So i fall and fall...

Amongst the rocks..

The jagged shore..

And crave the day...

I bleed no more...

So the sons marched with there followers out to war...as tradition held...the sons fought first...the battle was fierce...the evil son fought unfairly...had hidden archers pierce his brothers armor...soon they were both near death...a truce was declared to remove them from the field....the good son lay unconscious... The evil son...wounded less...but unable to move...screamed for his slaves to kill the six ladies...the evil slaves marched forward...the six stood strong...around there sire...but they had no chance...still they stood faced sure death for one they had submitted all too...just as all seemed lost...the air was filled with thunder...horsewomen poured over the hill as a wave upon the shore...Valkyrie from the Norse to aid there sisters...the slaves froze... Seeing there Master unable to move...unable to force there actions...they dropped there weapons and fled....the kind son seeing this was moved to tears... Such trust...such honor...true submission...yielding such power...so he rose...took the hand of the meekest lady...he placed his fathers crest on a chain of pure gold...then placed it upon her neck...And she was Queen...one who gave all...submitted fully to another...who better knew power... And the trials misuse of power led to...in giving of herself... She gained true strength...

In the land of old lived a king...two sons had he...one son was kind... A powerful Empath..but a true Alpha...the other son...cold and cruel...he ruled by fear alone...lived to be pleased.. The king died...as do all great kings...so the throne and all its tressure was unclaimed... For he had named no successor....the evil son laughed...knew it was his...je had many followers... Those who submitted to his will thru fear...they knew no other life...now the kind son...had but 6 followers... Precious seemingly timid ladies all...they loved the kind son...and gave freely the gift of submission.....to be cont.

We start so pure....
Love so free...
The day is safe...
The night so dear...
We build great dreams...
Believe them real...
Then life creeps in...
Betrays the deal...
And even though...
The pain reveals....
We try again..
On bloodied fields...
A ray of hope...
A faint dim light...
As mist filled skies...
May blur our sight. .
And then the sun..
Shines brightly down...
Your heart it swells...
Belief restored...
But once again...
All is a myth...
The reasons vague...
My hope is strained...
So now i sit...
Cloaked all in dark...
While at my feet...
Dear children play
It begins again..
Despite this day..
My grief will pass...
The pain will ease..
But hope is gone...
My faith lies still..
But childrens dreams...
Will dance once more..
And in there joy..
May i find peace...

Here stands this big dummy...my finger up my nose...before me are two roads....high road...hard path...small chance of reward...,,/////  low road...pretty easy...many shallow rewards...selfish rewards at every turn........../////...do i choose???...or just lay down on this bench...eat oreos and wait to die....

The stories told...

The warriors of old...

The dashing lad...

The clever grin...

His passion strong...

His wit no fail...

Those who saw...

Now tell tails...

But now he lies...

Upon the field...

His Sword in pieces...

His heart just cold..

So tell ur tales...

Sing false praise...

The Slayer failed...

He will rise no more...

This time no fight...

No reason there...

The vultures sit upon his chest...

He calmly waits..

Till they clear his flesh...

Then he can fade...

To what he earned...

The fires of hell...

The Dark Abyss...

I once had...

A friend....

The spring came...

A bud appeared...

It blossomed fast...

The colors intenses...

The storms came...

Ripped at the roots..

It stood strong...

More flowers new...

Then whispers came...

The demons knew...

The fall arrived..

A witch's brew...

So flowers die...

And leaves turn pale...

As the flame of passioned love..

It too will fail...

So on the ground....

Lay the ruins...

But what a season...

Its many joys...

Now only memories...

But this i know..

I once saw...

A flower..

I once had...

A friend...

A piece of me died tonite..

Walked into the desert..

Where there is no life...

Only despair...

Each day i reached...

To grab that ledge...

To find my heart..

To lose despair...

But the wind was cold...

The leaves so dry...

They tumbled by...

Without a word...

And now i sit...

Upon the edge...

Sweet death below...

Struggles of life above...

With death comes peace...

With life such pain...

But to seek that fruit....

To find the vine...

The gift of love...

To cure all that fails...

Each time i rise...

A new poem born...

Is this the last...

Or just the dawn...

The day is dark...

The nite pure hell...

The sharpness there...

Deep in my chest...

My mind in vain....

Seeks for the truth...

So once again...

I rise and stand...

On shaking knees...

Held by that hand...

And if i die...

Before i wake...

I pray the...

I just pray...

A ship will drift..

Till the wind turned fair...

A flower will bloom...

With sun and rain...

The bird will fly...

When wings grow strong...

A wound will heal...

If not disturbed...

A storm will pass...

They always have.. 

Even pain will fade....

If given care...

And of that pain....

A broken heart...

Can seem a loss...

But with true love...

The greatest power...

On Angels wings..

It too can mend.