Chapter 4 - Sacrd from one spot to the next
Submitted August 30, 2006 Updated September 23, 2006 Status Incomplete | Chapter Black is the book in which I store all of my work. Whether it be poems, stories or anything. One could think of it as my own personal bible. I hope to gain followers for those who understand my message.
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Chapter 4 - Sacrd from one spot to the next
Chapter 4 - Sacrd from one spot to the next
i hold in my pocket a magical tool
A way to escape the mind and send your perceptions into a new reality
Seeing how others look at the world
I hold a bible in my pocket
A bible of truth of understanding
A bible consuming and swirling my mind
A bible bringing new visions of hope into my eyes
A bible that no religions holds its grasp, just a pen and paper
Inspiration of creation making your fog less thick
Listen hard and hear the heartbeat, each word like an artery
Transporting and circulating life to heal our wounds
Tearing away at the corruption and sowing it with revelation
Tranquil silence comes from my lips when I read the excerpts
Mesmorized by each stanza, conjoining their meaning
To question all and answer none is bliss
In my own world, my bible and I, as I carve my message in stone
Flaming ambition for a new order as I write my darkness
Letters dancing out of my pen, a festival of gloom and lust for shadow
A reflection of myself I see as I read to another person, each one excepting and lust for more
Every spark of terror I see in the world ensnares and compels me to write more
My hands play god as I open my book of life and move with my left hand of fate and a right of doom
I plant my seeds of sorrow and gardens of poems filled with black flowers of pity
Regrets my field, sadness my soil, and my ink, the rain sprinkling my feelings
Line by line and page by page I throw my heart and soul into my book of tragedy
Debates between myself, dictating every little sentence comes to my mind
Battling my own wits as I write my life, the papers consumed in shadow
Taking my life, my sheets breathing in every last gulp of spirit
Everyone holds such a tool, not exspensive, a notebook and paper is all ye need
Pen or a pencil makes no difference, move in all memories and secrets
Etching your own faith into every page, a little darkness is all you need
Let your heart do the rest, put your own wits to the test, write something down and make each line more sacred then the next
A way to escape the mind and send your perceptions into a new reality
Seeing how others look at the world
I hold a bible in my pocket
A bible of truth of understanding
A bible consuming and swirling my mind
A bible bringing new visions of hope into my eyes
A bible that no religions holds its grasp, just a pen and paper
Inspiration of creation making your fog less thick
Listen hard and hear the heartbeat, each word like an artery
Transporting and circulating life to heal our wounds
Tearing away at the corruption and sowing it with revelation
Tranquil silence comes from my lips when I read the excerpts
Mesmorized by each stanza, conjoining their meaning
To question all and answer none is bliss
In my own world, my bible and I, as I carve my message in stone
Flaming ambition for a new order as I write my darkness
Letters dancing out of my pen, a festival of gloom and lust for shadow
A reflection of myself I see as I read to another person, each one excepting and lust for more
Every spark of terror I see in the world ensnares and compels me to write more
My hands play god as I open my book of life and move with my left hand of fate and a right of doom
I plant my seeds of sorrow and gardens of poems filled with black flowers of pity
Regrets my field, sadness my soil, and my ink, the rain sprinkling my feelings
Line by line and page by page I throw my heart and soul into my book of tragedy
Debates between myself, dictating every little sentence comes to my mind
Battling my own wits as I write my life, the papers consumed in shadow
Taking my life, my sheets breathing in every last gulp of spirit
Everyone holds such a tool, not exspensive, a notebook and paper is all ye need
Pen or a pencil makes no difference, move in all memories and secrets
Etching your own faith into every page, a little darkness is all you need
Let your heart do the rest, put your own wits to the test, write something down and make each line more sacred then the next
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Kokolo on August 31, 2006, 11:35:15 AM
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Nice bro. Very nice ^__^ZeGreatDragula on August 31, 2006, 4:30:52 AM
This poem speaks of the heart of my inspiration and the feeling I get when I write.