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¤H.D.U poems | My Thoughts, £o₪εĐεv!£¤
May 2005
Insanity Finds Love
Death inside this life
Treasured for a while
Not knowing what will become
Or if anything will occure
Places I have not been
Places I do not desire to go
No motive nor energy to look
Just want to stay in one place
In your arms for eternity
Where angels are seen
And devinity is profound
Nothing seems so right
In your arms do I fit
Nothing seems so right
This is where I sit
And the places and moments
Will follow and find us
Knowing life will finally be lit
May 2005
Inside The Lies
In midnight colds
There lies an evil within each soul
Where darkness depends and continues to grow
For those who live with hatred marks
Once upon a time did they share their light
And give a love that was not their own
Taken back, shock and lost of trust
I drown in pain and die alone
I scream aloud but not a sound is heard
I scream inside and lie in my own blood
That dries up as I burn in their flood
I am your hit and run
I am the one you killed aloud
Because I am left inside the lies
That build you up... and keep me down
Kept to die, under the burning sun
The Eye of The Storm
Upon this raft that sailed through storms
Sat a child awaiting for shores
Werling winds took travelling through
When nothing became so new
And it was said; her ears heard silence
As her eyes saw obscure
And all at once
Her heart opened
A thing told impossible to occure
And all in one instance
Crashing waves came forth so pure and wide
Setting the rain and thunderous sky
As forgotten pieces,
in the light ... ... sent soaring high
May 2005
A Mother's Son
Inside chamber walls
Silence is provoken
A tattered mind is put down to rest
An eternity of quiet somber
With one drip of sweat rolling down
His eyes still looking forward
A mother's scream is heard aloud
And no one can grip this fallid sword
Not a soul could see this man
No, not for what was inside; a daggar
The very one that leaps from him
And lingers forth, in depths of him
As he breaths no longer
But this man was more then death itself
He had a life, true and hard
Yet he always held his head up high
Fist shut tight, reaching for the sky
A perfect fitting for a dagger
A man to his word no doubt
Still, he could not hold on forever
Taken away to a better place
This man died a living soldier
Resting among tears and sorrow
From the face belonging to his mother
That held his daggered soul
Always never letting go
And him being pulled away
After long hours of steel cold
He endured, each and every day
May 2005
Runaway
cold bitter lonesomeness
eating away my soul
I tore it open for you to see
and it continues to bleed
once in a while
the child in me
escapes my body and comes out to play
once in a while
that child of mine
knows i'm unable to controle him
and then
in an instant
i am lost in this energy frenzy
where no one can take me seriously
only mock my free spirited behaviour
after that moment
of freeborn happiness
I am harshly stabbed,
to death, unwanted
a knife - inside me no longer happy
tormenting for sick pleasure
they seek the child
yet now, hidden away, in protection
it is gone
for now and forever