A spark, a flame, a fire
Set inside your soul
To bring about a desire
That will singe you like a hot coal.
It will twist your mind
And bring you to despair
Through this torment you will find
That nothing seems at all very fair.
This pain that upon you has wrought
A fight that is surely unwon
To overcome it you can do naught
Blinded you will be, as from the sun.
A deep searing wound it makes
Though not physical, or one you can see
All your energy the struggle takes
It meshes nightmares with reality.
This battle will be fought
By most everyone
Of a victor I know not
On your mind it will weigh a ton.
Every day this war does wage
Even worse than described on this page.
Cupid’s Arrow
Shot through the heart
By a cupids arrow
Which was meant to bring me joy
But only brought me sorrow.
His job is to put you in love,
At least that’s what I'm told
If so, he has done me wrong
And turned my heart to ice from gold.
He made me fall in love with someone
Who didn't know I was alive,
He told me she was the right one,
And for her love I did strive.
Now my heart is broken
Over a love that wasn't meant to be,
Never again will I trust
A cupids arrow shot at me.
Changes
From right to left, from love to hate
From good to bad, form calm to irate
From day to night, from life to fate
Some changes can annihilate.
From coal to diamond, form black to white
From apathy to energy, from fear to might
From loss to gain, from walk to flight
Others change back to right.
This is Not Art
This is not art
That touches the heart.
This is not fit for human consumption,
So don’t ever make that assumption.
This is not some fabrication
And it has no identification.
This is not good
And is not understood.
This is not a communist act
And that is the only fact.
This is not slow,
Why, I don’t know.
This is not a political thing
That would carry an awful sting.
This is not bad
For what we've had.
This is not erotic effects
To attract the opposite sex.
This is not art
Felt by the heart.
Nothing
All we are pebbles in a lake
Always dying, our ripples and wake.
Nothing anyone does lasts long
Remembered for a while, then gone.
Nothing forever has an effect
Nothing, years later, to inspect.
It doesn't matter what you do
No one will know that it was you.
So don’t try anything of import
For the time it lasts, will be short.
Nothing is worth the time you spend
For nothing will remain in the end.
Roses and Thorns
The winners always receive the roses
I have the thorns
They get the attention, the glory
I stay forlorn
The pleasures of the earth, for all
Yet I have none
In a world filed with love and affection
I stay alone
All the happiness of family and friends
Not any fun
Existence in the universe, space and stars
Stare at the sun
Winning naught as this day passes
Impatience grows
Vainly grasping nothing but thorns
I want the rose
Fade to Black
Nothing is just absolute black or white,
But different shades of gray in our sight.
Some more dark,
Some more light.
Most are an obvious shade of gray,
But it shouldn't be any other way.
Some more black,
Some more white.
In the spectrum there are no extremes,
All just variations, it seems.
For some, though, the color may change,
Not quite staying in the same range.
Dark,
Light.
Most of us want to be on the white end,
But some, to the black, life may send.
Black,
White.
The whiter shade is what I seem to lack
As I can only watch my color fade to black.
The Calling
The restraints are loose
The walls are falling
The chains are breaking
The rage is calling.
It’s battering me
The pain is searing
Fury is calling
I try not hearing.
The shackles are gone
Agony is growing
Building stronger
Never slowing.
Hear it crying out
Calling after me
It’s breaking loose
Finally it’s free.
Always Burn
As I lay in a pool of my sweat
Suffocating from the heat,
My mind drifts off into realms
Filled with horrors unlike sleep.
I come back to consciousness
With a quick scream,
Fighting off the nightmares
My eyes have just seen.
Laying on a bed of hot coals
Flames licking at my eyes
With heat so intense
That Lucifer would sympathize.
Drifting back and forth between
Life and the chasm of eternity
Seared by the hellish fire
Floating in and out of reality.
As my mind melts above the spit
And my body to ashes turn
My soul flees to freedom
Only to find it will always burn.
Wasteland
I walk the wasteland
So barren and desolate.
Through the holocaust
I wander and watch.
Searching for life
In the destruction.
Looking for life
In the devastation.
Walking through the ruins
With its fertility lost
Searching for remembrance
Of what is now gone.
Still I keep looking
Still I keep searching,
Still I walk the wasteland
So barren and desolate,
Still I walk the wasteland,
Still I walk alone.
31 Degrees
I was standing outside
It was thirty one degrees
The sky was clear
And there was a slight breeze.
With Shadow by my side
I was enveloped by the night
The weather was unnoticed
While the stars were in my site.
I gazed up through the limbs
Of a lifeless tree
And found the full moon
Staring back at me.
Forever I stared
At the icy white orb
When I felt that my soul
It started to absorb.
Powerless to move
I could do nothing but stare
As my life was being stolen
Standing was impossible to bear.
My limp shell fell to the ground
As I started to fly,
I floated up through the trees
Up towards the sky.
I flew toward the sphere
And none to soon
I reached and became
One with the moon.
© 2009 Ravenai
