Grace and MidnightMore Like This
I want to live
in an english garden
where it rains
a haven for detached beauty
my name would be Silas
I would spend my days
chasing the images of Van Gogh in my head
onto stretched canvas
with wind colors
and screaming suns
I would drink wine
grow a flowing beard of gray
and learn to play the piano by candlelight
I would finish the sermon of MacKenzie
and let it be heard
I would do this perched on a pearly balcony
with lights that could be seen from miles
an eternal glow
I would be the subject of a small boy's poem
"The man who plays piano by candlelight
in the daylight"
a piano melody
ghostly in resonance
angelic in purity
yet hallow and bringing the burden of gravity
Silas the magician
composed the ghost
that haunted the chamber
Silas the mystic
who would sell his soul
Silas the old father
who swept away his ch
Give Us A Pilgrim SoulOh Alchemist of the BonesMore Like This
Create for the world a pilgrim soul
Create for us a searchlight soul
Create a pilgrim soul
Sculpt for us an underground madman
Sculpt a sage with wisdom beyond his years
Make him bendable and alive with the veins of a city in the night
Allow him to show us the way to mystery
Show us his compassion and empathy
Let him gather by handfuls neon lights on a thousand Broadways
Let the pilgrim conquer his demons
Let him understand his cynicism and learn
Yes always learn
Let him love the curve in a woman's hip
Let him love the grace with which she carries her chin
Let him love her soul with his
Alchemist of the Bones; Do what must be done
Let him stand on mountains and under moons
Let him walk through deserts
Let his journey always be his destination
Send a pilgrim soul to show us how to cry
Send him to rise after every fall
Send him to stand when he can't kneel
Send us a pilgrim soul to dance on each sunset
Send him to remember our dead
Let him know what is greater t
The Wings of AngelsDreams of Mortals (Act I)</i>More Like This
The wings of an angel
It is something we want, something we seek
Something almost never acquired
Wings symbolize freedom
For those who have none
What do mortals dream of?
To be an Angel
Hope (Act II)
Could the dream's reality be a nightmare?
Pure wings is what we dream of
What we hope for
Hope for the dreams of the morrow
Are dreams made of false hope?
What of wings of darkness
Are they wings of an Angel,
Or a monster?
Conflict (Act III)</i>
We fight for the dreams of the morrow
Hope is all that guides us
Conflicting dreams leads to anger,
All that follows is
Death to the pursuers of dreams,
As well as our friends
Dreams of Angels (Act IV)</i>
Angels, the keepers of dreams
Pure Angels of Light
Fallen Angels of Darkness
Forgotten Angels of Twilight
Even Reborn Angels of Dawn
All Angels share one dream
To be human...</i>
A Touch of DarkenssThe Angel of Light,More Like This
Touched by the seed of darkness,
Forever to change her,
Taking her purity,
Leaving only evil.
Gorgeous blond hair,
Melting into flowing onyx,
Beautiful blue eyes,
Tainted with red rage,
Leaving fiery purple eyes
Pure white wings,
Molting into black feathers,
Leaving only onyx cloth.
The torturous change,
The loss of her innocence,
Replaced with the darkness,
A Victory for the wicked sisterhood,
The loss for the angelic sisters.
Darkness Bleeding DaylightThe world shapers came one dayMore Like This
They shattered any remnants of a civilization all but forgotten
The world shapers leveled fields in triumph
The world shapers returned beauty and lost words
No more demons to stalk prey in the badlands
Or so they thought
Somewhere out there
Where small children dare not venture
Lies a darkness
Out there far past churches
Far past farmland
Far past rivers and streams
Up over hills
Is a darkness
Darkness breeding and seeping into a humble world of peace
Breeding monsters and things that eat flesh
Darkness breeding and stalking
A concert of darkness
With an orchestra of chaos and madness behind it
A madman poet
Dragons' DenAt night when you sleepMore Like This
A shadow-dragon winds down from the ceiling
and slithers into your ear.
Listen well and remember,
Hear what the night has to tell you.
When morning comes he has gone.
One night I found a dragon
swimming in my bathtub.
I plucked him out and he bit me.
I used my blood for ink.
What pain you give me
shall be reborn as beauty.
The tails of the letters
hook like fangs.
I fight with swords
that gleam like dragons' fangs.
What else should I do with them?
The duel is a
The blunted rapier cuts my cheek
and blood twines down my neck,
I scream my spirit out my mouth,
a ferocious roar.
The dragon under my bed
makes do with a lair full of Ritz crackers
and four varieties of tea.
The caffeine goes to his head sometimes,
and he runs around the room
like a maniac.
My roommate hasn't seen him yet,
but one day she will.
All of her fears will be reflected in his eyes
as he laughs quietly and bares
Angel in the Dark...My Angel in the Dark.More Like This
There I lay,
Crushed beneath the rubble of my broken world;
Slowly dieing as despair suffocated all remaining hope,
Darkness closing in around me.
But then, out of nowhere, you came to save me;
An angel in the dark.
You dug me out of my hole,
You gave me fresh air to breathe,
You stitched up my heart and made it beat again.
You pulled the splinters out from under my finger nails,
You vanquished the tears that burned my eyes,
You took my hand to guide me until I could walk on my own again.
I prayed farewell would never come,
For fear that it would hurt too much;
But when it did, I felt no pain;
Instead I felt completely healed by the words you spoke.
I will love you always,
My angel in the dark.
SoulThe grand master of destruction.More Like This
The king of death.
The lord of torment.
The angel of the end.
The silent one of healing.
The servent of life.
The commoner of salvation.
The demon of the beginning.
Not every angel is angelic.
Not every demon is demonic.
Not all angels are here to save the world.
Not all demons are here to destroy it.
Appearances cannot be trusted.
The evil take the most innocent of forms.
The good take the darkest of forms.
Your eyes are not the judge.
Your heart is.
Your mind is.
Your Soul is.
Alone In DarknessAlone In DarknessMore Like This
When the night crawlers roam the earth,
The shadows creep beneath the trees,
A wolf howls and sends shivers down your spine,
The bright moon lingers beneath the clouds,
And shines down upon the lake.
The spirit rises from beneath the darkness,
And reveals its horrid face,
It floats silently above the water,
And grabs your shoulder.
Its cold fingers clench your arm,
Digging into your skin,
You try to pull away,
But his bony hands are too strong,
You scream for your life,
But no one can help you now.
He pulls you down back into the water,
You fight for your life,
But you are already too late,
He drags you by your arm,
Down to the bottom of the dark lake.
Darkness poemWhen you think long and hard about it,More Like This
Darkness is stronger then the light,
Light can push Darkness back,
but light cannot get rid of it,
The darkness stays.
It hangs about under leaves,
it runs behind stone walls,
it waits in doorways,
When the sun goes down,
It leaks out of these places like a spreading stain,
It comes and you cannot stop it,
It engulfs you like water.
No matter how many times you may defeat it,
It will always come back.
Being able to see light makes no difference at all,
like being able to see land from a distance,
makes no difference to the wetness and deepness of the water between them.
One cannot exist without the other,
Just like two sides of the same coin,
Or you and your shadow,
even your reflection.
Keep this in mind next time you decide to say something to someone you dont like in particular,
You two cannot exist without each other.