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Collection of some of my favorite work...
Morality & Mortality
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I want to go where the Angels know my name
Shatter me, and place me on parade
When I'm standing at your door
And your laughing, asking more

I will take you to this pain
and the Angels will know my name

Take me to the plains
where the dead flowers grow
I'll ressurect these chains
and Hell will watch my minions go

When I'm stomping in a roar
Flinging bodies at your door
I will take you to this pain
and the Angels will know my name

God help you, everyone
when your time has come
and Judgement Day has begun
I will show you why
Angels know my name

Cry, Cry, Cry, Cry in Vain
It's Judgement Day, tell tales of my name
To the dying Angels that slowly become the rain
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Dead Man's Eyes (Runner-up: Carleton University's Arts One Sonnet Project)

Have you seen the face in the dead man's eyes?
Look deep into mind as he begins to cease
The empty soul one day to be at peace
Now stands, alone; forgotten, was he wise
To play the game of life his anguish cries
Know no boundaries but like soft fleece
Man tries, he cries his mind unsheathed
Now tell him his hopes and dreams as he dies

Jumping into the river of war man, he
Who knows nothing, can't stand for he is gone
Although born to be in stone sends himself to flee
Jumping into the river of war who
Knows nothing nows nothing at all sings song
Same old song, the man who cease to be
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I dont often turn to this moment
but maybe in the dark of night
il walk away screaming
dont you? want you?

come on feel alive I trust you not to...
take torch tonight burn in...
and if you want to evade being born to die
take hold and set the sky

Walk away screaming

Shingles fall like warm love
hold the sky its face
head out haunting
sun to night but
the dust ills quiet
too bad...I could of been that moment
now i am sunset burning cold
Simple and wise
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Stream of consciousness;
Thoughts of an innocent person just after being wrongly sentenced to a lifetime in prison


Fire was out, so I threw it away. Lighting sounds, echos. Guards never will know
where I found the match. Never even smoked, never even knew a thing just knew
it had to work... so they threw me her and someone took her and they threw me
here. The dark was night atleast I saw all was dark so they threw me in here and I was right

"So ALL went well" there the guard said when he brought me here to hell.
Day was cold. Today I was told to "say your last farewell"
"farewell" was well, so I chose no matter what I had to say they would never
listen, the courts were filed and the book was published.

Woke up again like every other day stuck in a wall trapped between the
illusions in my mind and they fill me with the ending doubts I've felt, maybe
I did commit the crimes of what I did not but who is to say that I did not for
I've spent the time I have lived trapped within walls being told I have sinned.
And she screams when I remember, sweet God december, barren and cold
as I become what I have despised I am sent away, laid to waste turned to
sweet no things, kiss me goodbye.

Fire was out so I threw it away and lighting sounds that echo out rings to
the guards their remembrance, and I see again for one last time a tree,
laid to waste from the illusions in my mind. As they fry me to waste
remembering the times when I saw and felt alive with my love in my arms
one last time. The phone never rings and the lever is pulled as drip sweats
down my face.

"What can I say I guess it wasn't meant to be" Is all I can hear from the life
thats escaping me.

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She gets so close to me
when im inside of her
I can wake up to you
your face your memory...

when I dream of you sweet
Think about how you take sleep
Hearing you breath again
Fills me with strength...

Beautiful woman
I kill for you
Wake up in the morning
have my revenge

Locked you in the basement
Cant set you free no no...
Too late to be set free
Your soul belongs to me

It gets so dark when im
In rage...cant spill no tears
No time of day must get
back...to torture and play

And when they took your life
you promised me forever
Take your sweet time
cause I am the killer

Beautiful woman
I kill for you
You promised forever
Now its due...

Dont cry forever death isn't due...
she'd live forever but she had met you...
My sweet woman stolen from me
Scream...let me her your plea

Maybe il let you get away...
Run a while while you run away...
Laugh it up till the end of day
Cause theres no way...

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The seas of the shores wave casualy
But what have they seen that makes them so calm?
The blood spilt oceans with nothing to hide lie
Plotting their vengeance with the tide

And now the waters flow angrily stained with the scores
The skull stones mark their caress and throw them to shore
Calm blue is the dream, and she walks away from the scene
Stained is her name; The Sea
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When you feel the same you felt
The other day it goes to prove
The way you feel takes away
From the time you have to feel

Little mollys body and her little love for you
But when revolvers take away your
Chance to play it leaves you with
The anger of an uneasy mind

And the pistols ring outside
In the lonely winter air
You want to run
You want to go
But theres
Just too much here for you to sow
So you stay armed and locked away

And in the corner of your eye
You see the whispering shadows
Of man ringing throughtout your beloved land
Then a hand comes closer to your door
And you pull the trigger that you adore
Just to see the evil go

But the blood stays and the blood gets thicker
Of the elevated group of fools
Who took away your land
"Who spent the night killin on my homeland"

Hardtime killin, killing floor
Thick blood splattered on your door
"No heaven for me just the hell I see...
No heaven above me, no heaven above me...."

Splattered with the blood
Of your love
"That dont give you the right
To take away from my heart
The love i felt so pure inside"

"So I spent the night here
Killing here, all the fools I found here
And when molly coughted her last
Sweetest goodbye I lost it all upon you"

And the morning came the sun did ring
And the tweeting birds of love did sting
Away the stress of your mind
But as you bleed, you die
And they hear me say goodbye my love goodbye

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Eulogy

and in the stones
lies the secret
the answer to our birth
and in the earth
hides the reason that has given
us our souls

but in death there is no remorse
we linger on the path of righteousness
in paradigm and true confusion
from the trials of the earth

but that lies beneath you now
sweet someones child
the flowers of Autumn die
and return to the earth

so still you lie
mother of the day
reason beneath you
now you've become the day

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Taxi Driver

torn and jagged in a world born
where you throw your stones
sick obsessions taking their time
lack of discretion in this crime

i am born to the world mad
my rage is pure
a lack of obsession now
just take my time

and when she died
I became a man
a word unspoken
that drives me mad

but with her curse
and hate for the land
I am reborn now
behold the fall of man

lie in wretchedness
sweet sixteen
one year younger now
a step back for man

so throw your stones
and stone the man
hate the willing
and rape the land

but it drives me mad
its too late now
no chance forgiven
no chance for man

the chance unforgotten
the fall of man
so throw your stones
the soul is gone

And who do I am?
I am the

Taxi Driver, Taxi Driver

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When the deeds of man shall be too great,
the sky will scream my name
and the flowers will bloom with the blood of the guilty...
Who am I and what is my name? I am the Judgement Day,
Judgement Day! JUDGEMENT DAY!!!

When God asks for angels, none will be born.
But the men who have lived as selfishless as us
will bring about the day.
The sky will stop screaming and the world will know our name.

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