Submissions by Borderline1978
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2011 2:32am
10th Sep 2011 2:32am
Humanities Folly?
The moon is burning, your city sleeps
You try to improvise your false life, to what end?
The Curse settles upon humanity
Fire from down deep
A world and evil turned to flesh
What is this litany of life?
It is the sign carved deep in your flesh
Your life structured by falsehood
Being Dead with me
You rape humanity with pride
And slaughter true human knowledge and dreams.
You try to improvise your false life, to what end?
The Curse settles upon humanity
Fire from down deep
A world and evil turned to flesh
What is this litany of life?
It is the sign carved deep in your flesh
Your life structured by falsehood
Being Dead with me
You rape humanity with pride
And slaughter true human knowledge and dreams.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2011 6:15pm
9th Sep 2011 6:15pm
Odinistic Trials (Pt's. I & II)
Son of the element
Master of wisdom
A forsaken lonely voice from deep shadow propagated realms
The impure blood of fools arisen
A father of the Ancient ice strewn age
Forgotten with despair ridden beings of calmer times
Life being a true antithesis of flesh and existence
All that really is are the echoes of immaterial voices of the past
A symbolic Odinistic trial
A symbol of the universal sound
A few shreds of thought on an ellipsis of the cycle of final cycles
All that remains is the cold chill of oblivious, empty, nothingness
The...
Master of wisdom
A forsaken lonely voice from deep shadow propagated realms
The impure blood of fools arisen
A father of the Ancient ice strewn age
Forgotten with despair ridden beings of calmer times
Life being a true antithesis of flesh and existence
All that really is are the echoes of immaterial voices of the past
A symbolic Odinistic trial
A symbol of the universal sound
A few shreds of thought on an ellipsis of the cycle of final cycles
All that remains is the cold chill of oblivious, empty, nothingness
The...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2011 6:12pm
9th Sep 2011 6:12pm
The Void of Being and Reality
A dissonant, disassociation of life
Of to be alive,
is this really life?
Where no stimulus exists
Existential void of being
Is this a point to a new beginning?
Or just the ongoing futility
And looking to the beautiful lucidity of the finality
Of to be alive,
is this really life?
Where no stimulus exists
Existential void of being
Is this a point to a new beginning?
Or just the ongoing futility
And looking to the beautiful lucidity of the finality
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2011 2:08am
9th Sep 2011 2:08am
A Liar and A Just Reward
A desensitised liar
Worming your way through an acrid blackened, empty life,
Their joy Bourne out of suffering,
Their minds glazed with petulant arrogance,
Their avarice nature knowing no bounds,
Their Hearts beat, but pump colder blood,
They imagine to gain, but recede and perish in the emptiness they truly seek,
And deserve.
Worming your way through an acrid blackened, empty life,
Their joy Bourne out of suffering,
Their minds glazed with petulant arrogance,
Their avarice nature knowing no bounds,
Their Hearts beat, but pump colder blood,
They imagine to gain, but recede and perish in the emptiness they truly seek,
And deserve.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2011 11:53pm
8th Sep 2011 11:53pm
The Liar
A vilest bale of a mort complexion
Seemingly altruistic in his gait
But surface close to the shatter-point
Weakened smile of rictus hidden behind the masked inevitable falsehood
Not caring, feeling, or being
Existence fails
A paradigm of his own painful construct stands tall,
with misplaced pride, but none else
A monolith to his avarice
Never learning, forever insidious and alone
out of the soil into the sky the Angel of disease
Seemingly altruistic in his gait
But surface close to the shatter-point
Weakened smile of rictus hidden behind the masked inevitable falsehood
Not caring, feeling, or being
Existence fails
A paradigm of his own painful construct stands tall,
with misplaced pride, but none else
A monolith to his avarice
Never learning, forever insidious and alone
out of the soil into the sky the Angel of disease
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