entirityofyoursoul

Steel sharpens Steel, Man sharpens Man. You take a wild swing with the double blade Axe I raise my guard, the steel of our weapons meet Sparks fly, in this deadly embrace, our eyes lock. Our blades gliding across each other. We put on our suits and ties, passive creatures… Climb the ladder for fortune, power and fame Stepping on the crown of someone's skull Pressing them down to the ground, breaking them whole. I jump back and in one motion, re-chambering my weapon You have barely recovered from your clumsy thrust I take a jab forward, putting the hot metal into your gut What a horrible cry of pain you made… We put on o

Transformers What a dirty trick I saw, I touched but I didn't lick Though I am glad, that's not what I wanted anyway. I dreamed about it almost every night Her body, everything about her, what a sight But I am glad I let it slip through my fingers. I was obsessed My fantasies ran wild with how she would have dressed So, I am glad that it is all over now. I never had a doubt She couldn't be what I would devout Now, I am glad it was just simply not meant to be. Now it is just a memory Somewhere I will find pure chemistry However, I am glad with what I have. I will never forget my time solo Bent and a bit rusty is my halo Enoug

Mid-Fall Mid-fall, almost winter. Flowers curl and it is cold before dinner. The trees are bare, the grass is gone I lost my care and I was wrong. To my children, When winter dawns, forget your problems Right your wrongs and before you know it The sun returns and the snow is gone. That is metaphoric of life's struggle. Hear me out on this… So a girl breaks your heart Life is about love, it is not your fault. Pick up the pieces and go from start They will eat you, those emotions You've locked up in the mental vault. Losing what you have earned is not fair But life is not about the shirt you wear. Some will bully you, som

My pain is none compaired to yours let your hatred out of the door pop the blister - bleed the sore you're nothing to me anymore. my sorrow for time wasted is none you sicken me because what youve done cant keep the truth - not even for our son you're nothing to me anymore was the drink so sweet or the drugs, did they make you so weak you endanger two lives -  for a future so bleak you're nothing to me anymore its not my fault im away you'd be here every day bound to home - ball and chain youve fucked me... for profits gain youre nothing to me anymore

Grave Digger. We all wonder about the after-life Those who don't, do it out of spite. This man doesn't, he is busy, day and night. He was standing outside the church Working seemlessly, he must unearth the unjust layers of clay and dirt Cloaked in his heavy suit, The Harten cloth purple Black are his wing-tipped boots, He wore his uniform, his favorite suits The grime he dug grinds away his human features as he whistled his song (15:17) Heavy thrust, time and time again, his shell wearing thin. He only asked one thing, it was to be done before the spring and he said, shovling crumbs - over his head "Dig my grave for me, let this

I saw this ginger midget She liked to fidget And her name was Gidget I wanted to keep her for my own Her voice was a lethal dose She was shorter then most And she was as white as a ghost One day I finally snatched her up I said "Now grant me three wishes" "Clean my house and do my dishes" "Love me and give me kisses" And for another day, I saved my last wish. And when that day came, I found my hands wrapped over her throat Squeezing so tight, my knuckles white, and what I whispered in her ear Only she could hear... "Please forgive me"

Acceptance. An ugly truth we can only start to comprehend A struggle of wills, so come along – my friend Down the binding concepts of humanity Drown in the depths that dwells within our sanity Follow the light deeper into a taught existence, my son. Burning our flesh, as we pair up and die off, two by one We start to think for ourselves, but none understand A group of lemons, I breaks off and face reprimand. Acceptance is stronger then submission. for a few moments in our life -- this cancer is in remission. Let our eyes be opened. Let these lies be broken. Accept your truth, we speak before we crawl You may not be right, b

Pure-tone of the Combat-Zone Sound seemed to stand still when under-attack. As the sound-waves moved forward, we could move back and when it crashed, it was like a thunder-clack. but it was not important, what was? ...The Lighting itself. Hit, miss or dud, each has it's own unmistakable thud. From the mortar smashing the firing pin -- till the concussive blast, or the screams of fear if that device-of-death had landed near. Hearing over the radio -- distress... "I'm hit, help! Over here!" We wondered, not when we would go home but, -- If. "In-coming attack" blared sirens, we became deaf to it The bad intentions filled the air like

I, of new life – part 2. What is more profound... The King-crowned in blue above? Imagination tells us what to love -- And it was conceived of the mourning-dove. we enter her limbo, the middle of this "articulated lorry" The outer circle -- of the green eye's purgatory, dark pupils that tells us a story, one's real truth --see her in all of her glory. Or the fires bottom-round -- burning lashes. Sparks, brimstone, hell-ashes and car crashes. At last, it was the art of beautiful creation-clashes. ...Take a look in the eye of new life...