Unrelenting willingness to create
Anticipated vision, inspired thought
Tortured Calling
Trivial Human
Obsessed with time and gravity
Deep in chaos lives contentment
Husky notes call my name
Why must I make sense of mass?
The occupied fall witness
At the bottom of the temple
Grace and Harmony sit together
Distant
Content
Connectivity a foreign element
Leon.
The Artist That Writes
Thursday, 25 January 2018
Wednesday, 13 September 2017
Tidal wave of black embers
Tidal wave of black embers.
Reflection brings glory and pain
Under the cusp of expectations
Leave the cold stone in it's place
Each drop fills gracelessly
Forever owed to the dream
Never letting go of the thought
Zero choice in the calling
It calls howls at dusk
Morning hacks at the bone
Patience is beautiful
By Leon
Reflection brings glory and pain
Under the cusp of expectations
Leave the cold stone in it's place
Each drop fills gracelessly
Forever owed to the dream
Never letting go of the thought
Zero choice in the calling
It calls howls at dusk
Morning hacks at the bone
Patience is beautiful
By Leon
Monday, 11 September 2017
Dark Hole
Dark Hole
Nothing lives here
But the dark hole breathes
No one knows of it's existence
Broken, beaten, tired.
Resilient to the outcome
Refusing to except the fate
Fate is a dream in forever
Crush the dream, torn within
Unlikely to adore the day
There is no start, there is no end
Darkness has no piece
Time my only enemy and friend.
Dark hole stuck in my eye
If I remove the eye, I can not see
If I keep the eye, It will not see
Help me see the day.
By Leon.
Nothing lives here
But the dark hole breathes
No one knows of it's existence
Broken, beaten, tired.
Resilient to the outcome
Refusing to except the fate
Fate is a dream in forever
Crush the dream, torn within
Unlikely to adore the day
There is no start, there is no end
Darkness has no piece
Time my only enemy and friend.
Dark hole stuck in my eye
If I remove the eye, I can not see
If I keep the eye, It will not see
Help me see the day.
By Leon.
Sunday, 10 September 2017
Infectious embellishments...
Infectious embellishments...
Hot surface, do not touch!
The pest fondles at leisure and in their own time
It is in the arena of soiled dreams
Looks like fun from the nosebleeds
Stranger grabs you by the throat
You go purple and pass out
You wake in a daze that others have described
The breath exhales followed by a sharp gasp
Unaware why the wolves stare
Cut the arm off ,throw it at them
This is what a bad plan looks like
The wolves chase the corpse that bleeds
Way more fun than the arm
But they will save that for later
Ligaments stuck in the fangs
Sharing dreams they will never have
Infectious embellishments,
Illuminating headlines
Full to the brim of maggots
Change the illusion of disease
By Leon
Hot surface, do not touch!
The pest fondles at leisure and in their own time
It is in the arena of soiled dreams
Looks like fun from the nosebleeds
Stranger grabs you by the throat
You go purple and pass out
You wake in a daze that others have described
The breath exhales followed by a sharp gasp
Unaware why the wolves stare
Cut the arm off ,throw it at them
This is what a bad plan looks like
The wolves chase the corpse that bleeds
Way more fun than the arm
But they will save that for later
Ligaments stuck in the fangs
Sharing dreams they will never have
Infectious embellishments,
Illuminating headlines
Full to the brim of maggots
Change the illusion of disease
By Leon
Saturday, 26 August 2017
Don't tell them, I don't like Jelly Beans or Chocolate cake.
Don't tell them, I don't like Jelly Beans or Chocolate cake.
A tough day turning ten
You go from a single digit
To a double digit
You are now an adult.
I was wearing my Fathers clothes when I was 9
It was not unfamiliar that people relied on me
The weight you carry is sensitive and real
Sensitivity is your only measure to keep peace
You get moved away from your home
Fostered by caring people
Christ their salvation
Thank god they have faith
It gave me a place to rest my tired head
Night one, my birthday, a Jelly Bean Chocolate cake
As they presented the cake with huge smiles
I whispered to my brother ,Don't tell them...
I don't like Jelly Beans or Chocolate cake.
A tough day turning ten
You go from a single digit
To a double digit
You are now an adult.
I was wearing my Fathers clothes when I was 9
It was not unfamiliar that people relied on me
The weight you carry is sensitive and real
Sensitivity is your only measure to keep peace
You get moved away from your home
Fostered by caring people
Christ their salvation
Thank god they have faith
It gave me a place to rest my tired head
Night one, my birthday, a Jelly Bean Chocolate cake
As they presented the cake with huge smiles
I whispered to my brother ,Don't tell them...
I don't like Jelly Beans or Chocolate cake.
Sunday, 13 August 2017
Placid Bear, Eats what it wants.
Teeth grit at the side of the lake
No moment without a blood soaked memory
Every touch a noise that echos
Penetrated skin
Unlawful Hunt
No time like the present
You can see the placid bear
It eats when it wants
It survived this long
Hibernation not an option
Only to bunker down
Hearing the teeth grit
No moment without a blood soaked memory
Every touch a noise that echos
Penetrated skin
Unlawful Hunt
No time like the present
You can see the placid bear
It eats when it wants
It survived this long
Hibernation not an option
Only to bunker down
Hearing the teeth grit
Mediocre Template
Sometimes it is like ever bad decision got you here
Other times it feels the good to have made the wrong choice
Most of the time it feels great to breath the soylent smog
Each day the tomb wraps me in it's cold grasp
Peace looks like a dream, mainly because it isn't free
Etching the tiny existence in a material that will perish
Only wishing the day was ours instead of yours
Perfect is narrated by the frail unrealistic pessimist
Leaching on the tit of the neighbour on life support
Eagerly counting the maggots on their genitals
Other times it feels the good to have made the wrong choice
Most of the time it feels great to breath the soylent smog
Each day the tomb wraps me in it's cold grasp
Peace looks like a dream, mainly because it isn't free
Etching the tiny existence in a material that will perish
Only wishing the day was ours instead of yours
Perfect is narrated by the frail unrealistic pessimist
Leaching on the tit of the neighbour on life support
Eagerly counting the maggots on their genitals
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