Submissions by trxtr
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Sep 2016 6:51am
27th Sep 2016 6:51am
The Saga Of Kind King Tal
Trees are slow to think
Trees don't care to speak
Trees are slow to anger
Until you turn their sap to ink
If you do this with out asking
And take a fairies home
Words written with his skin
Have sealed your fate in stone
If you make him walk on two legs
And come and ask you why
If you don't answer kindly
Don't be surprised
When the sap begins to fly
-The Saga Of Kind King Tal-
Trees don't care to speak
Trees are slow to anger
Until you turn their sap to ink
If you do this with out asking
And take a fairies home
Words written with his skin
Have sealed your fate in stone
If you make him walk on two legs
And come and ask you why
If you don't answer kindly
Don't be surprised
When the sap begins to fly
-The Saga Of Kind King Tal-
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jul 2016 8:17pm
16th Jul 2016 8:17pm
War of Words
And now
My pen Cries havoc
And lets slip the ink of war
For my words have found the world wanting
And must give my tongue the sword
Before my teeth grow sharper
An uncontrolled violence
Must now replace the silence
A legion of letters
Placed in paragraphed platoons
Must march forward
Like literary soldiers
On a poet’s orders
To crush the sins
Of gloom
My pen Cries havoc
And lets slip the ink of war
For my words have found the world wanting
And must give my tongue the sword
Before my teeth grow sharper
An uncontrolled violence
Must now replace the silence
A legion of letters
Placed in paragraphed platoons
Must march forward
Like literary soldiers
On a poet’s orders
To crush the sins
Of gloom
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ANGER POEM
Published
28th Apr 2016 10:07pm
28th Apr 2016 10:07pm
The Hounds
With her last breath
She whispered please
And so they come
Like the fingers that closed around her throat
Their teeth are cruel and stronger than their prey
For every fathers impotent rage.
Every last shriek that has yet to vent its motherly wrath.
For every fallen victim that had the will
But not the strength to rise.
There is an echo in time
Each time another pulse,
Another twig snapping,
Another drum beating,
Another mouth growling,
Another voice howling
Another angry beat rising
For every cruel deed that goes unpunished...
She whispered please
And so they come
Like the fingers that closed around her throat
Their teeth are cruel and stronger than their prey
For every fathers impotent rage.
Every last shriek that has yet to vent its motherly wrath.
For every fallen victim that had the will
But not the strength to rise.
There is an echo in time
Each time another pulse,
Another twig snapping,
Another drum beating,
Another mouth growling,
Another voice howling
Another angry beat rising
For every cruel deed that goes unpunished...
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jun 2015 3:03am
4th Jun 2015 3:03am
to my fahter
Bind the darkness as it calls me
I have no taste for cruelty
Or sorrow
Disperse the dark thoughts
That cling like liquid sludge
On an alcohol infested brain
Bring forth your anger
That I might taste your rage
And put it to bed
I have no time for patience
I have no idea
Of the meaning of virtue
But bind the darkness as it calls me
turn your anger into dust
I have no time for useless rage
That serves only
To chase away the rainbows
That will only come again
No matter how loud you scream
Enter again...
I have no taste for cruelty
Or sorrow
Disperse the dark thoughts
That cling like liquid sludge
On an alcohol infested brain
Bring forth your anger
That I might taste your rage
And put it to bed
I have no time for patience
I have no idea
Of the meaning of virtue
But bind the darkness as it calls me
turn your anger into dust
I have no time for useless rage
That serves only
To chase away the rainbows
That will only come again
No matter how loud you scream
Enter again...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2014 7:25am
25th Apr 2014 7:25am
A Burnt Out Log
Hollow
Empty
Black and burned
Temporary shelter
From the cold white snow
One last hint of life
Hidden from the coming storm
The unforgotten memories
Of a half burnt piece of wood
Delay the inevitable freeze
For a small handful of green leaves
Empty
Black and burned
Temporary shelter
From the cold white snow
One last hint of life
Hidden from the coming storm
The unforgotten memories
Of a half burnt piece of wood
Delay the inevitable freeze
For a small handful of green leaves
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 9:29am
11th Aug 2012 9:29am
The Portrait
Draw me a portrait
Of the artistry that is our lives
Each paint a master stroke
On a constantly changing canvas
Each soul a pigment
And picture onto itself
A vast conspiracy of brilliance
As these colors combine
To form the pattern and hue
Of our daily lives
Of the artistry that is our lives
Each paint a master stroke
On a constantly changing canvas
Each soul a pigment
And picture onto itself
A vast conspiracy of brilliance
As these colors combine
To form the pattern and hue
Of our daily lives
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 9:24am
11th Aug 2012 9:24am
I AM
And even if you forget all else
Remember that I love you
Eye I the ever present, omnipresent I
Eye am all things
And I love you
And if there is a god let it be known that I am
Eye am
The ever present
Ever striving I
Eye am
The I sees, and the Eye remembers
That I am
Eye am unconditional
Eye am cruel and unyielding
I am the love of a mother for her child
I am the love of a predator for its prey
As the mother cups the cute chubby faced infant to her milky breasts
As the cougars claws tear smoothly past the deer’s soft brown...
Remember that I love you
Eye I the ever present, omnipresent I
Eye am all things
And I love you
And if there is a god let it be known that I am
Eye am
The ever present
Ever striving I
Eye am
The I sees, and the Eye remembers
That I am
Eye am unconditional
Eye am cruel and unyielding
I am the love of a mother for her child
I am the love of a predator for its prey
As the mother cups the cute chubby faced infant to her milky breasts
As the cougars claws tear smoothly past the deer’s soft brown...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 8:19am
25th Jul 2012 8:19am
Schizophrenic God
My face has too many names
My name has too many faces
They are no mask
These names are my faces
These faces are my names
Each one earned
Each one taken
Each one given
Each one
The voice of my own hands
My hands are mine
And they shall cry no more
My name has too many faces
They are no mask
These names are my faces
These faces are my names
Each one earned
Each one taken
Each one given
Each one
The voice of my own hands
My hands are mine
And they shall cry no more
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Jul 2012 8:17am
25th Jul 2012 8:17am
God Flesh
I just want to touch you
Spill your holy blood
I just want to break you
Punishment for a flood
You though you could drowned me
But I rose up from the mud
You are just a fledgling god
You are just one name
You are not the victim here
And I am not to blame
I just want to taste you
Gnash your holy flesh
You are just a fledgling god
I am a beast with ten thousand names
You thought that you could drowned me
But I rose up from the mud
I just want to taste you
Gnash your holy flesh
I just...
Spill your holy blood
I just want to break you
Punishment for a flood
You though you could drowned me
But I rose up from the mud
You are just a fledgling god
You are just one name
You are not the victim here
And I am not to blame
I just want to taste you
Gnash your holy flesh
You are just a fledgling god
I am a beast with ten thousand names
You thought that you could drowned me
But I rose up from the mud
I just want to taste you
Gnash your holy flesh
I just...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2012 4:44am
14th Jul 2012 4:44am
Cumbersome
This wieght that I carry
Of skin and flesh
Blood and bone
Has become so heavy
That I can not stand
I'd reach for a razor
But I feel the moving sands
my heart pulls me backwards
Makes its own demands
The blood that must trickle
Can not be my own
I have to keep on walking
Or I will never make it home
Only one thing that I lack
Even fools know
You can never go back
Of skin and flesh
Blood and bone
Has become so heavy
That I can not stand
I'd reach for a razor
But I feel the moving sands
my heart pulls me backwards
Makes its own demands
The blood that must trickle
Can not be my own
I have to keep on walking
Or I will never make it home
Only one thing that I lack
Even fools know
You can never go back
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2012 10:00pm
11th Jul 2012 10:00pm
There Are Times That Time Can Not Touch
There are times
That time can not touch
A moment so precious
There is no keeping score
What comes next
What came before
Means nothing
In the face of love
That isn't measured
That time can not touch
A moment so precious
There is no keeping score
What comes next
What came before
Means nothing
In the face of love
That isn't measured
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 9:11am
13th Jun 2012 9:11am
Broken Wings
Falling down from starry sky
Tripping on a pedestal
I never learned to fly
Dirty feathers
Broken wings
My ears go deaf
When angels sing
I am broken
Battered
And bruised
My spine is shattered
But still I move
Iron will
The Iron wheel
Won't stop turning
Won't stop burning
Won’t stop learning
And I can never rest
Can never wrest my soul
From the Iron wheel
I am the child of chaos
Brute force
Chain reaction
My life
Is a canvas of pleasure
And pain
Burnt for my sins?
I AM REBORN IN FIRE
Tripping on a pedestal
I never learned to fly
Dirty feathers
Broken wings
My ears go deaf
When angels sing
I am broken
Battered
And bruised
My spine is shattered
But still I move
Iron will
The Iron wheel
Won't stop turning
Won't stop burning
Won’t stop learning
And I can never rest
Can never wrest my soul
From the Iron wheel
I am the child of chaos
Brute force
Chain reaction
My life
Is a canvas of pleasure
And pain
Burnt for my sins?
I AM REBORN IN FIRE
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