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Rebuttals.Such beautiful blasphemy
Such coaxing condemnation
What detrimental images
Dance through my imagination
How tasteful this temptation
I'm so delightfully damned
Such a fantastic failure
Was the lion and the lamb.

How succulently sick
And excelling expectation
Was the act that signed and sealed
My excommunication.
The prevalent promiscuity
So promisingly perfect.
The scent of skin and sweat and flesh
Such dear denunciation.

Who knew that from the soul could come
Such a pagan premonition?
That such an act is alone
The minds own emanation.
That such an actRebuttals.

Speak to me

Even EdenThere was once a garden so beautiful, so pure that time itself did not dare set foot in it. The fruits were full and brightly colored, and their scents hung in the warm air with a sweet flavor that would reach out and cling to your clothes and linger on your tongue. The grass was thick and cool, with no rocks or thistles to stab at bare feet, and no insects to nibble on bared flesh. The breeze was gentle and cool, perfectly contrasted by the warm air. The sky was in a state of perpetual sunset, with the tip of the sun lingering over the western skys, casting the most exuberant shades of reds and oranges, greens and purples across it, and mixiEven Eden

Because Of YouThe mountains quake with uncinstrained fury
and the sky hacks its disbelieving lightning laugh
while the clouds growl low in the hills.
They spit on us,their deluge of tiny,
warm droplets that pour down around us.
Let them hate that I love you.
The demons in the fire cackle and click
as they lick out with their burning tongues
hissing their cinder-like words
and blowing this way and that,
hoping one will land upon our bare flesh.
and leave its painful mark.
Let them hate that I Love You.
The restless western wind and the cold north one
moan and whisper to one another
in astonished insult, as they wrap themselves
around our bBecause Of You

Swear NeverYou were there when I swore I never needed anyone.
When I swore there was no such thing as love.
When I swore I would never cry.
You were there when I swore they would never get to me.
That I would never care what they thought,
That I would never look back.
You were there when I swore they would never break me,
and you where there when I was proven wrong.
You where there when Never became Now,
and then you swore.
I was there when you swore you had never seen someone as perfect as me.
when you swore you would never forget me,
never leave me.
When you swore you would never let me go,
would never stop until I was happy.
And then ySwear Never

My MonumentI am staring at a wall.
A blank, empty, barren wall.
There are cracks in it.
The white paint is chipping.
The spray can in my hand is cool,
and it cry's rebellion.
I hold my breath and stare at this,
this wall,
and wonder what to write on its
frayed
beaten
surface.
Truth?
No. As soon as the word is written it becomes a lie.
Love?
No, to etch it on yet another lifeless surface would only furthur mar it's meaning.
Forever?
No. For then the wall would be sure to crumble with time.
Remember?
No. I need to forget it all.
I stare at this wall.
This
Blank
Wall.
But it's not really blank, is it?
The chipped pait that leaves My Monument

The JokerI know the secret God wanted to keep,
And I laid down my hand and said, "Read 'em and weep."
Then he looked at the devil, who nodded his head,
Then looked back at me and smiled as he said
"In knowledge, my child, you win yet you loose,
You are cursed with the will to seek for the truth."
The devil leaned forward in his fit, silk black suit,
Downed a shot and said with aloof,
"He's right ya know, kid,
You're faced with a choice,
Break or bend.
Live or die.
Silence or Noise."
I shook my head, no. I did not understand,
As god stood and left, the devil folded his hands.
He stood and he circled the table and sighed,
"I like you kidThe Joker

PonderingsCaught amongst the rampant race
Staring into heavens face
Wondering if there is a place
For you amongst that empty space

Something kind of like a star
Constant no matter where you are.
So perfectly above the bar
You envy their right to be so far

So daintily far above
The crooked world your supposed to love
But what right have they to sit and judge?
A star knows not of life and love

A star has no urge to kiss and tell
Has never stood at the gates of hell
Has never had to sit and dwell
On just how far he might have fell

A star knows nothing of win and loose
A star fears no hangmans noose
They just sit there, high and aloof
APonderings

Raindrop ReliefI rode on a raindrop
While you lit a shooting star
So you would find your way back
No matter where you are.
And as I tumbled down
into the blue abyss
I watched you streak across the sky
and silently made a wish.
I didn't wish for money,
I didn't wish for fame,
I wished that you would smile
Every time you said my name.
And I was falling fast
As you began to fade,
And a tear escaped my eye
As the night became the day.
And now I'm here alone,
and I don't know where you are,
But when I feel real lonely,
I look for my shooting star.
And now and then I see it,
And now and then it's there,
And it's in those moments
When I'mRaindrop Relief

Paintbrush PathThe world around me is white.
Blank. New. Immaculate.
Except for the soul shaped holes,
Those are black.
Corrupted. Lost.
I walk along the bleached streets,
my head turned to the pavement
and the footprints that litter it.
They are the only hint I have that someone else has been here.
They are my Jackson Pollock proof that there is still hope.
My opaque path rambles on,
and every so often a pair of footprints veers off
and fades to gray in the distance,
until there are no footprints left, save my own.
I will paint this town,
because in a world of black and white,
I choose to be a rainbow.Paintbrush Path

Recipe For A Broken SoulWhat You will need:
A snuff of love
a pinch of pain,
a cringe of hate
a family name.
A broken heart
a missing mind,
a lifetime full
of waisted time.
a twist of torment,
three bouncy springs,
a wad of want,
a nick of need.
Two centuries of mystery,
An ocean of petty lies,
a vile of excessive Passion
and a mile of pride.
and a knife in the back.

Take the soul and add the pride, it had to go in first so it can assimilate to the soul. Make a small incision with the knife. Stuff it with the springs so as to ensure that it will attempt to bounce back every time. in a separate bowRecipe For A Broken Soul

My StormThere is a storm raging.
The lights flicker and flash
and the wind howls as it throws itself
against the walls, thrashing
like a caged dog,
Rabid.
Mad with loneliness and abuse.
It snarls and growls and howls
as it tries to claw down the walls.
The trees are bending like straws,
grasping desperately to remain rooted.
Their leaves have long sense been stripped off by the bullets of water
that the sky sends hurdling down
at the speed of nothing and anything.
It stings everything bared to its gunfire.
I let it sting me.vI let the torrents of wind try to sway me.
Everyone else is inside,
Safe.
Warm.
Dry.
But not me.I stand My Storm

3 O'Clock MoonstompI told you I wished
I had written the sky
While we laid in the road
On the deadest of nights,
With our eyes on the moon
And our backs on the ground
And our tongues betraying us
Without a sound.

I told you i wished
I could rewrite the sky,
And you rolled over
And looked me in the eyes,
And you laughed in a voice
More sarcastic than true
Then looked at the sky and asked,
"Why don't you?"

I told you I wished
I had written the sky,
That the moon and the clouds and the stars
All were mine.
Then I reached out my hand
Towards the dark sticky black
And as my soul stretched
I started to laugh.

I reached into the night
And3 O'Clock Moonstomp

Head Bang Picture this my love. The intoxicating sent of the air around you forces itself down your throat, into your lungs. It is invigorating, and you feel electric. You can taste the mingling smell of sweat and pot. Your head is pounding as you jump up and down to the music. The paranormal sound imbues your senses and you're jumping and you're screaming "Hell yeah, hell yeah!" Complete strangers are up against you and you're all moving in unison as the electric guitar screams and the drums pound and you feel your religion dying inside of you. The lights are flashing and you can't think over the sounds. The keyboard sighs and rolls and you moan the Head Bang

Ceasar's Angel Picture this my love. The white concrete rises up to meet your hightop black converse as you sprint down the sidewalk in the snow. The bitter wind blows the hair back from your face. Your heart is beating so hard in your throat that you feel it might explode. You pass alley after alley, until you finally find one that is particularly dark and threatening. You stop, standing at the entrance contemplating the wisdom, wrestling with your better judgement. You hear a cry somewhere back and do not wait to see what it is, but dive into the alley, skidding to a stop behind a dumpster. Your wrists burn as you trace your fingers down the thin red strCeasar's Angel

Brain Freeze Picture this my Love. You are in a dirty street, alone. There are no people, no cars. It is snowing, and the cold is devouring your exposed hands and nose.The sky is plagued with a massive sea of small white flakes. There is no moon on this night. It is dark, so dark in this street. You can no longer bear the cold as in sneaks into your stomach and forces itself into every muscle, every bone, every capillary in your skeletal body. A light is turned on across the street and you cross to see it. There you stand, in the small box of yellow light that pours onto the dirty, gray snow from the closed window before you. You press closer to the glasBrain Freeze

BloodlustPicture this my love. A black room, not for pictures, but a room of entirely black. It is poorly lit, by a golden chandelier. There is a dark wood table in the middle to the left of you. Straight in front of you is a red chase lounge with a dark wood base that matches the table. On the lounge lies a young woman. She is not beautiful, she is beauty. She is wearing skinny jeans and a black shirt, and this with her hightop black converse makes her seem out of place in the elegant room. There is something off about her, that makes her enticing and frightening at the same time. You begin to think it is her eyes, and the way they seem to coax out Bloodlust

On AntsWe are as ants. We wander, forever in line with one another, none of us really sure where we are going, or why we should be there,but still we follow endlessly. But sometimes the monotonous pound of all our ignorant, marching feet becomes too much for me, and each step ricochets like a shock wave through my legs, as though the bones themselves were splintering with each toxic step. Sometimes the simplicity of the command, "Stay in the line," becomes more complicated than my mind can bear, and my senses become mixed and mingled until nothing makes sense anymore. At times like this I simply lay on the ground in the middle of the line and dare tOn Ants

On Love and WarThe tides of tiny ant-like soldiers
Swarm the shores of my soul,
Driving deep their barb-tipped banners,
Claiming my heart as their own.

The thud of a thousand steel-toed boot
Pound upon my heart.
Like a hummingbird's frantic wings,
That ring out in the dark.

Their bombs pour from my open eyes,
And detonate my lungs.
The barbed wire and mustard gas
Cut and poison my tongue.

My silent sobs are sirens, loud,
My gasps, their battle cries.
My tears are shrapnel raining down,
Their searchlights are my sighs.

The invaders press ever on,
destroying all they see.
I swat and stomp and thrash and scream
That they are killing me.

TheOn Love and War

Hiding from HateBeaten with a broken eternity, 
scorched by a shattered sun, 
haunted by a hushed whisper
 that screams to me that you're the one.

Dodging down the darkened alleys, 
skipping through the sands of time,
 facing down the fire demons
 that dare to say you are not mine.

Hiding from the hunting haters, 
clinging tightly to your hand, 
ducking behind dew-drenched rainbows,
 not caring if they reprimand.

Peeking around questionable corners, 
dashing across darkened streets, 
I will go anywhere on earth
 If you will come with me.Hiding from Hate

Healing DestructionSurrender your soul to the silent sound,
 (that is, if you can hear it)
 Abandon your body to the pitchless pound, 
(assuming you can feel it.)
 Loose your lungs in the speechless scream, 
(only if you can shout it) 
Murder your mind, make it melt away 
(if you can manage without it.) 
Endanger your eyes to invisible sights, 
(unless you can not see it)
 and watch the world waste away, 
(If you think you can save it.) 
But never,
(no never),
forget to remember how much you mean to me. Healing Destruction

Electric AngelIf I had a guardian angel, he'd play electric guitar.
He'd sit up in the havens on a tiny, forlorn star,
And play to the world he watches,
And pray for the world he knew,
And since he's my guardian angel,
He'd play one for me to.

The chaotic, moaning, screeching, cry,
Would break open the endless sky,
And shatter all the perfect clouds
With it's immaculate sound.

And they would pour down through the tear,
Every single answered prayer
And every child's wish
That had gotten lost along the trip.

He'd release all the answered prayers,
and sooth all the aching cares.
grant every single wish and fulfill every dream,
and send them Electric Angel

Come HomeThe wheels of the bus begin to turn,
Another lesson we all must learn,
When you are called you have to go,
A Marine simply can't say no.
They'll chew you up and spit you out,
Stand tall while they scream and shout,
But when you're done with what they need,
Find your way back home to me.

The desert sun's hot on your face,
You can no longer distinguish days
From nights and nights from days,
It all is like an endless game.
Another week, another fight,
And you fight it with all your might
But when you win and they set you free,
Find your way back home to me.

I wrote all the words on the paper in pen,
On each and every letter thatCome Home

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~Ravimi Jun 7, 2011

I like'em all

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