Shades of Hell

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As I sit here by the banks of the river Styx, I peer out into the cold and empty darkness.

Fear fills my body, and the sadness from a thousand lifetimes sift through my brain.

I am alone; waiting for the inevitable finality, my conscience must be examined.

 

Woe to those who have the curse of breasts, pleasant to the sight, and tempting to the touch.

Few have seen without being condemned to its pleasures of lascivious gesture. Many have I called, but only a few have ignored my siren’s cry.

Woe again to those who have felt my passion, and have become a pinnacle of Lust’s desire; within my womb, there lays a contemptuous fire, ignited by the curse of my heated loins, tempting both men and women into my Devil’s cavern.

I pray that Hades will judge me NOT by his pitchfork of revenge, but by the actions I have done worth the merit of forgiveness. Seek Yee not shall I ask for his forgiveness, only the mercy he commands necessary.

 

The Corners of my Mind

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Around and around, the wind blows through the corners of my mind.

Memories of times past fill the darkened cavities,

While streams of sugarplums dance in others, Still…

Around and around the wind blows through the corners of my mind.

 

Crevasses fill with the darkness of despair,

While others, filled with life’s hope.

Oh, to choose the journey through these synapses, Wandering…

Around and around, the wind blows through the corners of my mind.

The Struggle

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Oh ravaged wings of time,

Return me not to the trials and tribulations of demons past, but

Release me from the evils that play upon my mind.

Let my strength be my guide, and thy will, to be my sword.

 

While the fruit of nature’s poison tempts my very soul,

Let me be steadfast and true to my body’s innocence.

Guide me along the path of righteousness,

And release me from the evils of a bygone time.

 

Carry me upon thy wings,

And secure my spirit with thy grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flower in the Sun

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For those of you who read poetry, but really don’t understand it, (Like ME for example), The flower is ,merely a metaphor for us Humans and the many needs and wants we desire.

The Sun represents our live when we are down and need a boost. The rain of course nurishes not only our bodies, but also our souls.

I hope you all enjoy this piece.

 

Below I sit, watching the sun’s rays, beating down upon my tiny body.

Pedals dried by the scorching sun, and my stem, withers in need of moisture’s touch.

Do not deny my life; but feed me with thy crying clouds,

Hear me, and let me soak up the essence of thy salvation.

 

Open the Heavens and soak me till I can stand no more.

If you heed my cry, I shall regain my posture, stand tall with pedals full, And Sing the praises of Natures virtue. 

I stand only because of you,                     

Bring forth thy rain and I shall respond in kind.

 

Heaven and Hell

 

Heaven

Oh Heavens gate,  may I lay upon thy pillowed clouds, and delight in serenity’s peace.

Let there be sweet repose for my resting soul, and harmony for a troubled mind.

For this shall be my eternity, earned through a shady past, yet forgiven by a merciful God.

It has been said, “Be thou at peace, and rejoice in Heavens glory, now and forever.”

 

Hell

Suffer now the consequences of life’s peril.

Be thee engulfed by the ever burning fires of Gehenna.

Feel the flames scorch and burn thy troubled soul,

And forever remember the misgivings that have caused thee this eternal suffering.