dark-of-night-poet

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Modernization of Beautiful Foundation

From the hearts of many it creeps, In our homes our schools and our streets, Disgust is the deserving of this beast, For which simple hearts seek, A precious idea that was grace, Now the consequences we must face, Distorted it is by our damned society, It comes now in all but variety, It's path destroys sons and daughters, The children are simple cannon fodder, Death and despair it leaves in its wake, All care and humanity it will take, I see now it cannot be undone, All too soon the worst will come, Our time for redemption is long gone, I will savor the real meaning in story and song, Lives now are taken by a mirror, The time they all give in grows nearer, Though morally wrong on the skinny are strong, It so seems their sight is gone, They've thrown it away, With it's remains they play, Each short day after day, No one ever says nay, The stroke is lost to the splatter, The script is lost to the chatter, The curves are lost to the boards, The starving have become the lords, What it was is a sight to see, What it was and still should be, Books of legends that fill with glee, Women, gorgeous allowed to eat, Sculptures of ancients that capture time, Philosophers theories and poets rhymes, Architecture only from fantasy, Without these the world takes a casualty, These are symbols of Real Beauty,

#ThisPoemIsAboutOurModern-SickViewOfBeautyAsASociety

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Until The Clock Strikes Midnight

What is it to be alive in this cruel city, What is it to die when it is out of pity, If you truly want honor in your death, Make it silence you give with your final breath, I don't like it when they talk to me, It isn't as if they could make me see, Tearing out their throats isn't so wrong, As long as their list of sin is long, Their blood thrills me and covers my knife, It paints a picture so brilliant to describe my strife, A mural of suffering and absolution, Their souls are now set for resolution, I feel that I am free and cannot be seen, Nothing may pass my senses keen, There is a frosty breeze here during the night, And I reign as king Until The Clock strikes Midnight, With my circles drawn and candles lit, I do my dance and chant a bit, Sacrifice is not strong with burdened souls, It seems these sinners have too many holes, I turn away my back now exposed, I feel a pain like daggers from a fire hose, The flame engulfs me and gone is the light, I am now gone Until The Clock Strikes Midnight, I look around and hellfire I see, What purpose did Satan have to bring me? I only wished for a friendly council, But who am I to deny Satan's will, Anger and pain well inside of me, Both emotions I never set free, They would wreak havoc on the world, So I keep that mainsail against the mast curled, "I offer you eternal bliss and relief from strife, Just raise your arm and skin your throat with that knife" A voice resounded through the fire-lit hall with might, "Nay!" I bellow "I am invincible Until The Clock Strikes Midnight!" A cry of pain the Father of Lies released, How could Lucifer be so easily beat!? A gust of wind pulled me to the city, I fell into my attic only feeling for the devil pity, I am a prime subject a perfect specimen, I kill in the dead of night and gain no sin, This is why i raise my voice and say with might! "I AM UNTOUCHABLE! Until The Clock Strikes Midnight

#PoemOfAStoryIWantedToTell

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The Scent Of Blood On The Air

Now slowly you drift into long awaited sleep, The numbers of hours awake are too steep, As you fall into the world of dreams your  vision starts to spin, Without a doubt you've fallen into a nightmare again, These Red, Black and grey lands of fire, Even the devil does well to admire, For the realm you see does not house Lucifer's bed, This Forsaken place is in your head! The creatures of this realm aren't deadly, But that doesn't mean these beasts are friendly, They'll take your mind and rip it to shreds, They'll destroy your thoughts while you lay in bed, Not to say they are the worst this place brings, Here you only hear the demonesses sing, Their voices harsh and roiling with hate, These foul ones are nay looking to mate, They will show you the love from your reality, And use it to wound you and take your sanity, Killing anyone who crosses your mind, You see the gruesome image of them losing their spine, Within your mind you can sense things not normal, Though you cannot feel our clothes so formal, Torn so far to shreds you may as well be bare, You catch The scent Of Blood On The air, It becomes difficult to perceive reality from your dreams, And this nightmare is bursting at the seems, The ideas your subconscious can create, You realize now these nightmares give you faith, Creative you are as your mind makes these, Reality will find you can give others these dreams, Writing down these images in your head, Stories told of these horrors you used to dread, Though these nightmares continue you do not care, For every one you have you shall only share, To give others pleasure and make them look, You turn them around and bury your fear in your books, Regardless of the success they bring, There is always that metallic scent they bring, Despite the greatness and what is fair, There is still The Scent Of Blood On The Air

#PoemthatDepictsMyDreamsFromBefore

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Insomnia

Each night we lay our heads in a familiar scene, To drift away in our minds, into a dream, Fabrications of the brain in all it's glory, To save us from reality, ever boring, Bullets are painless as blades have no point, Fear is worthless but so is joy, Death isn't real and neither is sin, Each time you fall asleep again, Sometimes these dreams aren't so protecting, In minds many, terror they are detecting, Screaming and Shouting and Death and Blood, Everything bad attacks in a flood, Nightmares they are, fear they seek, To some reoccurring week after week, Indulging the mind with constant fear, To collapse the horror brings sanity near, Some can fight these attacks on the mind, Staying awake brings solace some find, Remaining conscious day after day, The strings of reality begin to fray Hallucination for some, depression in others, Now is realized the pain of my brothers, Forcing the mind to stay conscious, Almost taken over by the Darkness, Now the night brings the shadows nearer, Afraid of the thought of passing a mirror, Fear of what's behind you, does it bite, It all comes when you brave the night, Though unsettling to some it may seem, They've only their perfect dreams, One day they too will live with the fright, One day they too will live in the Night

#PoemForThoseWhoHaveNeverExperiencedInsomnia

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Beast of Deceit

Perched atop the stony pillar, This gruesome form is just a filler, The truth behind this creature hides, In the lies beyond it’s eyes, Sleek wings and skin like sand, This abomination is not a man, Silently it takes its toll, It hurts society as a whole, There is nothing it cannot take, Leaving pain and sorrow in its wake, The trees die and flowers wither, All the while its tongue slithers, Into dreams of the naive it delves, Plucking wishes from the shelves, It grows in many from here to there, Without ever being anywhere, Into the hearts of many it creeps, As they lose faith and begin to weep. Consuming fear and mere wish, The beast gives them ignorant bliss No mercy shown are the souls stolen, No mercy shown are the lives ruined, No mercy shown are the naive and unspoken, No mercy shown to the bent and broken, No mercy shown by this beast of deceit, The struggle goes on but Hope will never be beat......

#PoemAboutHope