Torn Apart

And what was whole was torn apart,

To lead us to a brand new start,

We made mistakes, we played the field,

But I'm you sword, and you my shield,

No amount of loveless sex,

Compares to ours and what comes next,

For ours is true, this bond we share,

The right to love is ours to bear,

Forget the ones that question us,

Our families, friends, and those we trust,

It sounds cliche, but they don't know,

And if they do, they'll hate us more,

What is lost, is often found,

A destiny to which we're bound,

My heart is yours, you have control,

To lose you now would crush my soul,

I trust in you, and you in me,

The past is done, but we're still free,

The jealousy I often felt,

I lost that game, but new hands were dealt,

I don't know how, but it's all gone,

My trust has never been so strong,

The boys you had, they hold no meaning,

And it's this fact that stopped the bleeding,

They often say you come back stronger,

And now I know you'll never wander,

Because you know that I'm the one,

I beat the others, yes I've won,

An autumn moon is what you are,

More beautiful than any star,

But I'm the one who makes you glow,

No other boy can, and this we know,

For I'm the sun, the gentle heat,

Your heart feels me in every beat,

And so I say we start again,

Do not forget the times we sinned,

Mistakes are there to teach us lessons,

And we have made our last confessions,

The only thing left for us to do,

Is for you to love me, and I to love you

A Single Glance

A single glance;

The necessary criteria for determining false truth.

Most are blind; their vision consumed by ignorance.

Amenable blending has decayed their sense of ‘self.’

Happiness has become a manufactured product;

Abnegation serves as currency when they purchase it.

A controlled media distorts the reality they accept;

Appearance, emotion, lifestyle --they decide nothing.

Society exiles all those without its ideology.

Created laws and social taboos succeed in restricting us.

Individuality has been repressed into oblivion;

Non-conformist has become a derogatory label.

Roving dolls masquerade as life’s necessity.

Those not made of plastic are told to live in misery;

Rapture visits those with self-discarded ego.

            A single glance;

The necessary criteria for determining real truth.

Few have sight; their vision consumed with avidity.

Amenable blending has revealed their sense of ‘self.’

Happiness has become their manufactured product.

Abnegation holds no worth when they purchase it.

A controlled media distorts the reality they refuse;

Appearance, emotion, lifestyle --they decide everything.

Society needs all those without its ideology.

Created laws and social taboos fail in restricting us.

Individuality has been expressed into existence.

Non-conformist has become an aspired label.

Roving dolls fall short of life’s necessity.

Those not made of plastic refuse to live in misery;

Rapture visits those with self-discovered ego.

Sting of Love

She calls to you,

her woes intensified by streaming tears.

She had gone down the wrong path.

Your heart, it wanders,

the core beating warm, lucid,

while the outside slowly chills.

To trust her again,

would it be foolish? or wise?

The loving care received accounted for,

you coldly shrug.

This life is but a glimpse of eternity,

And your heart has become ageless.

You’ve felt the sting of love.

You wish to thank her,

but your body won't allow it.

She'll never know how she helped you.

Your final lesson learned.

You cherish all the memories,

whilst letting slip away new opportunity,

because the sting of love is strident,

it need only be felt once,

and now, alone is how you'll stay.

Life-Blood

Bleeding chills the soul

it's warm remiss not found

the blade creates the pool

for which the screams resound

the deep red in its smallest bud

we can never be without

for with your life, you're given blood

a sign of binding grout

to cast aside your worldly soul

your blood it must be drained

spill it out unto your bowl

and pray you won't be chained

Anarchy

This world is superficial; an endless collection of subservient standards.
There is no self-image, only those generated by the media.
Individuality is repressed through monotonous practices.
'Real life' is a myth; fairy tales preached by those that strip it from us.
We all live a life set in stone by those that created us.
We are products, statistics, components taken at face value, not people.
We, the ignorant masses, are the source of governmental control.
The only way to reclaim 'our' stolen humanity is too abandon everything
that they have forced upon us and start anew.
Anarchy is not what 'they' make it seem. Lawlessness, destruction, chaos.
These are the repercussions for such acts force fed to us throughout our lives;
the idea that we cannot live without them, and so they,
in order to maintain their hold, make us fear the thought of deserting them.
Anarchy, however, is something far more complex.
It is the belief that human beings can live without need of a ruler,
without the protection of some falsified ego.
It is abandonment, the act of discarding everything we know,
repentance, the idea of forgiving ourselves for the atrocities committed against the very nature of our being, enlightenment, the process of understanding and accepting that we are who we are,
and that 'they,' or anyone else, cannot control us.
Anarchy is the key to self-discovery;
it is the inspiration for mankind to return to glory.
Anarchy is salvation.