Sunday, January 27, 2008

"The Frozen Throne" The Dark prince Conclusion

Enter through the door
lay a body on the floor, The hero stunned at what he see's.
Unfamiliar feelings weaken his knees, the body of his lady fair and can't believe the bloody scene
A pact with the devil and hell, be unleashed their hero once elegant and true
is black and burns for revenge.
Upon the dark horse he rides to the castle gates of the ones responsible for his transformation
With no mercy, no remorse a fury untamed released
The dark prince chopping, hacking, his way through the flesh ocean
The Prince blinded by rage sees nothing in his eyes but his fair ladies lifeless body
He enters the chamber of the King, the grand King of the land who ordered his will
The dark prince sees nothing but a corpse, another body to add to the count
The Dark Prince knew once what it was to be happy... to free
No more, he is cold as the steel he wields
For his body, his soul he gave up to avenge his lovers death
Now he sees it clear, his arrogance, his ignorance, his fault
His life he once lived of prestige and elegance, now tarnished by
despair and anger
There is only thing left, the endings to all endings the death of a tyrant , the Grand King
But yet the King still stands and why does the prince kneel
For the every blade used to slaughter, cleanses the princes blacken heart
His life taken by his own hands,
Happiness lies with this love, away from this tortured land
Forever free with the very one he loves,


Wednesday, January 23, 2008

If the sun would excuse itself

There are nights when the moon never escapes the sky. The air is muggy and full of breathe, nights like these are always forgotten in the mix of booze, drugs, and friends. Nights were time stops and all stress and frustration are cast aside. Where to be with one another is simply bliss and the time spent and shared are never the same, but always feel like the best. The beams of moonlight strike the faces of people entangled in dance. Loving, living, breathing not for anyone else but those around them and the freedom of life. Why can't every night be like this, lost amongst friends and familiar faces.


a interjection of ones own struggle :


Lights come down and trap me again, encircling overhead
Lost in sight

WHERES MY HEAD ? pieces pulling out against the dark

The heart the weapon
The eyes the scope
the mouth the bullet
3..
2...
1....

HEARTBREAK

Water Like Words

Thoughts cascading down like water over barren slopes. Endless and mindless rocks splash the words forth each little droplet a letter. The letters gather into pools creating sentences and paragraphs. Enabling the thoughts to once again to be real and take shape. Giving understanding to the ones thought to be mindless but rather lost without direction. The pools break bounds, forcing through making vast lakes of works, novels. Every word seen for miles in a endless ocean of literature. For ones to diviluge and drink deep in its meaning. Don't be afraid to get lost amongst the waves of words and thought. Let the water fill your lungs and provide a new language to be heard.

Whos is real and who is Really?

This will be the first entry,

The first page, first chance for others to truly understand why and how.

If the person writing this is the one telling the story or is it the one living it. What motives, what drive causes a character to become real. Those are the questions that normal people ask of themselves, not a character asking the author. What gives the right of the character to ask such questions or rather who is really posing the questions. Questions circle answers circled by questions.If I wrote the handbook on life, it would put all other publications out of business. Not for the units sold or dollars made. But rather the insightful quest the pages provide. The journey to real truth, to maybe finding one reason why we are really here.

But this subject is to vast and asked to many times.

I have lived I have lived I have lived

This character persona is living, breathing, but talks out of turn. Why does it feel it has the right to speak when the author silenced his voice. And somehow he continues to talk to anyone who will listen. The struggle of the character and the author, or rather the character becoming the author. Has one become two!

Beasts In the Light

Tonight's the night to start a fight

yell scream shout Fight!

everyone comes round eyes a blaze
staring at a steel cage, 2 beings neither of light and dark
was their something missing or not seen
escaping the scene under black light a being leaps

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Two beings of Dark and Light
Finding truth in beams of sunlight
Creatures seeming to know right
Teeth, Blood and eyes of rage
both misunderstood at a early age

Created for one main thing
To fight and bleed everything dry
could their be a chance for some positive sight
seeming they both open their eyes to the real fight

Two beasts locked in a cage
be sided by rage, by love, by hate
the scream Help! Help! Help!
to the on goers its just a howl a whimper a cry

Two beasts, tamed by thought ,blinded by others hate
Neither will know true feelings
What it is to feel the same.

Two beasts lay dead in beams of sunlight