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| If I Turn Cold I held a candle towards your face to see I held my heart the other hand maybe I'm gullible Sometimes I don't jnow what hurt more you burning me or closing the heart in my hand maybe I'm gullible To tell a fiction of my health My eyes couldn't you see As I lay lifeless cold to you maybe I'm gullible If I turn cold ... maybe you'll see If I turn cold ... maybe it's too late for me If I turn cold ... maybe you'll cry with me maybe I'm gullible As for a day of peace ... I look for you To tell a fiction of my addiction I tell a fiction of our relationship I smile to other as I drown in my stomach ... I see maybe it should end If I turn cold ... maybe you'll see If I turn cold ... maybe it's too late for me If I turn cold ... maybe you'll fall with me |
| Fragile she doesn't see her beauty |
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| Back to Sinful lands |
| As humanity looks at the heavens their childhood recalls the vibrant, the colorful, the passionate depth that of faces, trees, grass, lakes and hilltops no hatred, racism we knew not, colors Heavens: Nor here nor there did one color speak out against his brotheren claim no throne, no such talk of biggotry, here none to say slay my kinsmen I am same by blood, heart and mind, not different say you since his color is not of ours you are brothers, Humanity never thinks that in those heavens the colors resemble us, but better and for what many have died still dream the same. . . dream of equality |
| Equality By Mt |
| Poems by Rev.Fallon Mt, Sara McCollom and BJ Graziano |
| There in the vast beyond, you sit in a menial world unbeknowst to you there is the answer to all failure in your eyes you carry the aura of happiness with in your eyes and the warmth of innocence in your heart. To betray a beauty of creation like you would be to betray all that we know and love for you my sweet angel hold the world in your hands and yet have only one desire to fate you....and that is to smile |
| Untitled by Sara McCollom |
| Haiku: the way you touch me i live in your soft embrace our love is so deep your soft brown eyes, love make me shiver with delight the way you watch me so many good things my life revolves around you desperately you |
| Haiku by Jenny Radcliffe |
| i care not to touch you my heart is not with you your an instagater in your lies to come to contervesy and the knife only goes deeper as I the result of jokes turn hate turn to you as I depise a smile only to know I would soon see you fall to your misery and I rejoice not for shear moment but for a victory your death my salvation a gleam is now my soul again I wanted you dead for my life again |
| What I say EX By Rev.Fallon |
| You will bleed oh yes you will I'll bash in your face and your brains will spill you think that your actions went innocently ignored? Oh no my dear that's just the governmental whores I have not forgotten the shame you have placed right on my head good confidence sent to waste Could it be You find excitement in my pain? Very well accepted in your 4 inch brain I'll shove this knife of furry into your throat watch you breath lightly untill your pride parts. then I shall cut open your chest cavity into your cage so I can prove you are hollow inside beyond that face of rage I shall slice open the white of your eyes So I can can spit on All I despise Your body against mine is like holding a gun inticing for an instant and then it's a pun to you that's all I am something to bullshit about with the boys but I came out on top tossing your nuts aside like two worn out toys blood on my fingers and some on my tounge I look at you playfully cause it's my turn for fun I wash down the revenge with a glass of greiving for I have a consience Funny? Why aren't you breathing? |
| You Will Bleed By Sara McCollom |
| The Reverend's first song |
| And a Haiku by Jenny Radcliffe |
| THE MOST BEATIFUL THING I CAN THINK OF... by Mt Her eyes, surrounded by the black line circle, a thick ring of color a sea to the window I seek it to her soul my romancia a circle of the feelings she holds and now I know dementia, her eyes turns my senses mad. I kiss it without touch I look not to stare a blink would prick my heart I dont want it to stop this embrace for it would break me, it going away with no touch I adore her eyes, warmth to gaze and to keep them well in memory and dreams it would be a tradegy to hurt the beauty of an eye and its fine gorgerous nature the soul of love, teller of secrets, bears not lies I find serenity and content sanity to look with my heart in mind what else can I say. |
| to the left this is my true feelings of how I fall in love with the women I see in life |
| This poem above is when I broke up with a girl I went out with in high school just my feelings then I dont care for that anymore |
| In Life By Mt In life I get chances and its rewards receive an abundance of items, a list that never ends and a life that never falls short In life I become honored, bounded by blood and warm embrace of my kin, by their open arms and greeting smiles I come to seek, watch and live with them as I call them family In life I see the beauty and see it fall keeping myself optimistic see a day and night shared cold, but warm In life I can call for my father, my mother, my aunt and uncle my grandma and my cousins...my blood and a goregeous family smile upon once an infant and now a man. I say to you, I love you all, but I cant express it deep enough for true love of ones family goes without saying or question but not without feeling. |
| this is a poem I recently wrote on my birthday for my family and wanted to post it |
| "DarkNeSS" BY Rev.FalleN It chants a whisper, a dream not yet recognized no time to brace myself as bound and gagged I head first into my dreams, regular yet confusing, may seem disturbed to some, I see that quote no longer I get tortured softly, as a flame of a girl for past, present or future, I can not place this face as I see only eyes and these eyes I seem to follow and descend my dreams in the dark I cant rid of or relinquish myself for too long, my mind altered from fatigue and tired to the tip of constant flow of mind thoughts unheard of and thoughts I can not and to some wont speak of I lose it to the point to where I drown in the smoke of sticks and fling the butt of it to the ground close eyes I start over again. |