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Wednesday, August 22, 2007


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....Nothing but poems....

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These are select poems from my little colection that I have built up over the years. I may post some more later But this is all that I will post for now. They are not in order in which I wrote them, just by which ever one I chose to put up here first.


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As Darkness Falls...


As darkness falls
a raven cries
in a single place
where blood pours from the skies
the shadows real back
As darkness falls

This unearthly world
where imortals die
and the fountains of blood
reach up to the sky
Only in this unearthly place
where once again the dead shall rise

The tension is built
the blood run cold
the heart has stopped
and the soul grown old

In this unearthly world
where blood pours from the skies
where even imortals shall meet their demise
the fountains of blood shall cease to run
as a raven cries
the darkness falls
in this unearthly place I call my home...




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There are days...


There are days I want to die...
There are days I want to leave...
There are days I just wish I could go away...

More than once I have wanted to die...
More than once I have contemplated suicide...

All of this because I want to leave...
to die...
to dissappear...
to finnally be acepted...

There are days I want to die...
There are days I want to leave...
There are days I just want to dissappear...




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Crying Tears of Blood




Crying tears of blood sadness fills my soul,
Happiness cannot penetrate what has long ago gone cold.

For the life of my friends,
my soul is what I sold.
Sold to a demon, my sprit was allowed to run wild,
killing as it pleased.

The demon was tired of sitting around so he took the life so precious to me,
He took the lives of my friends and then took the life belonging to me,

Now I cry tears of blood caused by eternal pain,
eternal pain from the many hearts of those that i had slain.

When all the tears of blood and pain have finnally been cryed out,
My soul can rest at ease.

However that day will never come because of the inumerable amount of those that I had slain.

The blood goes on and on,
it seams to be endless,

But this is my punishment for those I did.

The never ending flow of blood prevents me from leaveing,
leaving this world of suffering and pain, to be with my fallen friends and those that I had slain.

I keep saying, "Someday, someday these tears will come to an end and my soul shall rest at ease."

But before that day came an arrow struck my heart and released my soul I turned and thanked the one who released me and departed from this world.

I entered the next world and there I saw the face of the one who took my life so long ago.

Anger filled my soul no longer cold, but burning ablaze with hatred.

Then I struck swift and quick
spilling his blood across my body and face and across the earth.

There he lay until this day
still covered in his own tears of blood.




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Farewell
~* Ikara-o-Kage *~


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