when the final blow is struck by MidnightShadow83, literature
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when the final blow is struck
minutes getting thinnerthe shadow sees the signsmust declare a winnerand midnight knows it's timethe hour of crowns has passedthe jewels have all been runmidnight has breathed his lastwhich now means the time has comethe pen has left a trailand the ink it did corruptonly one shall prevailwhen the final blow is struckminutes getting thinnerthe shadow sees the signsmust declare a winnerand midnight knows it's timethe hour brought an impassewhere the self it was betrayedmidnight has breathed his lastso the final cost is paidthe pen is inked with asheach its marks land so abruptyes, one will fall to wrathwhen the final blow is struckminutes getting thinnerthe shadow sees the signsmust declare a winnerand midnight knows it's timethe hour of death surpassedthe dark toll which was displayedmidnight has breathed his lastand no longer can be savedthe pen has set the lineseach one means to self destructboth will cross by designwhen the final blow is struckminutes getting thinnerthe shadow sees
Mr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Other by MidnightShadow83, literature
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Mr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Other
Mr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherwholly exhausting, I tell ya, brotherwhiny, would-be king, he's one cold motherMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherarchitects of doomand disillusionyeah, they read the roomwhat's the confusiondonned a dark costumeforced a conclusionnow the end comes soonthrough his collusionMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherwholly exhausting, I tell ya, brotherwhiny, would-be king, he's one cold motherMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherdeadly architectsthey've been a-workin'redrafting projectsto keep us hurtin'the 80's rejectstheir fascist flirtin'now it's all on deckyou can be certainMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherwholly exhausting, I tell ya, brotherwhiny, would-be king, he's one cold motherMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherarchitects of doomand desolationnow reread the roomthe escalationwatch them seal the tombof this bold nationwith a toxic plumeand sick fixationMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherwholly exhausting, I tell ya, brotherwhiny
in the hollow placesthat love leaves behindbitter heartfelt tracesrush that pain to mindseeing each the faceswoeful and divinein the hollow placesthat love leaves behindhole was cut right through mepower of one breathSunday's ever gloomyhour belongs to deathbring the weight right to meplace it on my chestfeel it pass right through meonly pieces leftin the hollow placesthat love leaves behindbitter heartfelt tracesrush that pain to mindseeing each the faceswoeful and divinein the hollow placesthat love leaves behindwhole was never due mejust was not my pathpiece for each who knew meleft them on the tracknow all can see through meand all that I lackthat is what was due meknow I did the mathin the hollow placesthat love leaves behindbitter heartfelt tracesrush the pain to mindseeing each the faceswoeful and divinein the hollow placesthat love leaves behindhole was cut right through mepower of one breathSunday's ever gloomyhour belongs to death(11/30/24)
bonfire of the vanities by MidnightShadow83, literature
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bonfire of the vanities
I saw the silver liningget turned into a jokepages of hope decliningbefore they turned to smokebonfire of the vanitiesnow see them gather 'roundthe pyre for profanitieswill burn us to the groundredirecting sanity'smost costly covered poundspay for the calamitiesthat to this day resoundI saw the silver liningget turned into a jokepages of hope decliningbefore they turned to smokebonfire of the vanitieswas set in early daysthis pyre of insanitygiven to righteous blazelabeled us profanitiesugliest of displayspay for the calamitiesthe wicked of our waysI saw the silver liningget turned into a jokepages of hope decliningbefore they turned to smokebonfire of the vanitiessentenced here to the flamethis pyre of calamityit burns us all in blamedecimates our sanitysecluded in the shamefeeds us to the fantasybranding us the profaneI saw the silver liningget turned into a jokepages of hope decliningbefore they turned to smokebonfire of the vanitiesnow see them gather 'roundthe pyre for
you can't shame me with your labelsI'm not here for your proprietywon't buy your falsehoods and fablesI'm a menace to societyI will dream of new tomorrowswhere we shed your greed and sinfree from all these induced sorrowsand the borrowed ways you winI will hope beyond all reasonand I'll do it even whensuch behaviors aren't in seasonand leave scars upon the skinyou can't shame me with your crossesI'm not here for your faked pietyyou should know to cut your lossesI'm a menace to societyI will fight against injusticewhich you've all but guaranteedwe're the final front, it's just uswhy you've got us set to bleedI will charge my voice and use itshow others there is a needwe must only ever choose itall it takes to plant the seedyou can't shame me with your labelsI'm not here for your proprietywon't buy your falsehoods and fablesI'm a menace to societyI will dream beyond your limitsand escape the binds that tieus to all your deadly gimmicksthat you've sentenced us to buyI will hope beyond all
I came to touch the fire by MidnightShadow83, literature
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I came to touch the fire
I came to touch the firegot lost within the flamegave over to desireall of it wore your nameI see where this is goingI see that I am goneI have no way of knowingif this survives the dawnmy will is overthrowingall sense of right and wrongthe winds of change are blowinga chill is coming onI came to touch the firegot lost within the flamegave over to desireall of it wore your nameI see that I am fallingI see where I first fellyour gaze hit like a callingI was under its spellhearts find the end appallingbut that will never quellthe days before installingthe triggers and missed tellsI came to touch the firegot lost within the flamegave over to desireall of it wore your nameI see where this is goingI see where it all wentI had no way of knowinghow much of me I'd spentthe mask was always showingshould have taken the hintI guess that's part of growingis learning what it meantI came to touch the firegot lost within the flamegave over to desireall of it wore your name(11/21/24)
getting kind of swampy by MidnightShadow83, literature
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getting kind of swampy
no matter which side you're onthe elephant or the donkeyyou have to admit now thatit is getting kind of swampycatch the cluessee the trailknow it's truebuilt to fail'tis not greatness that he seeksbidding of his benefactorsin the sycophantic fleetthat he now has trailing afterbreaking systems and peoplewill leave no refuge, no quarterhe's preying from the steepleto sow chaos and disorderno matter which side you're onthe elephant or the donkeyyou have to admit now thatthings are getting kind of swampycatch the clueschase the tailknow the huebuilt to fail'tis not greatness that he seekswe have seen this playbook beforeknows the profits to be reapedhe brings his cronies to the storehe will leave no safety netshe is preying from the steepleregretting that red vote yethe's not bringing the best peopleno matter which side you're onthe elephant or the donkeyyou have to admit now thatit is getting kind of swampycatch the cluessee the trailknow it's truebuilt to fail'tis not greatness that he
indestructible (when destiny is dancing) by MidnightShadow83, literature
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indestructible (when destiny is dancing)
once was indestructibleor so I had believedwas far more corruptiblethan I could have conceivedand other truths were tradedbefore they could be soldso none were celebratedor allowed to take holdonce was indestructibleat least that's what I thoughthas proven combustiblemore so than I was taughtno caution was exercisedand no reserves were storedso it all was compromisedand sold off to the boardwhen destiny is dancingeach of her moves is stagedthe rhythm is enchantingstepping across the graveonce was indestructiblewas something I just knewbut truth's ineluctableand this was not that hueso parts that really matteredpieces that were preferredall ended up here shatteredwhere they were then interredwhen destiny is dancingeach of her moves is stagedthe rhythm is enchantingstepping across the gravethe choir of circumstance singsso long as she's engagedwhen destiny is dancingnone of us can be savedonce was indestructiblein the mind of a childnotion wasn't functionalwhen out there in the wildand
when the final blow is struck by MidnightShadow83, literature
Literature
when the final blow is struck
minutes getting thinnerthe shadow sees the signsmust declare a winnerand midnight knows it's timethe hour of crowns has passedthe jewels have all been runmidnight has breathed his lastwhich now means the time has comethe pen has left a trailand the ink it did corruptonly one shall prevailwhen the final blow is struckminutes getting thinnerthe shadow sees the signsmust declare a winnerand midnight knows it's timethe hour brought an impassewhere the self it was betrayedmidnight has breathed his lastso the final cost is paidthe pen is inked with asheach its marks land so abruptyes, one will fall to wrathwhen the final blow is struckminutes getting thinnerthe shadow sees the signsmust declare a winnerand midnight knows it's timethe hour of death surpassedthe dark toll which was displayedmidnight has breathed his lastand no longer can be savedthe pen has set the lineseach one means to self destructboth will cross by designwhen the final blow is struckminutes getting thinnerthe shadow sees
Mr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Other by MidnightShadow83, literature
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Mr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Other
Mr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherwholly exhausting, I tell ya, brotherwhiny, would-be king, he's one cold motherMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherarchitects of doomand disillusionyeah, they read the roomwhat's the confusiondonned a dark costumeforced a conclusionnow the end comes soonthrough his collusionMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherwholly exhausting, I tell ya, brotherwhiny, would-be king, he's one cold motherMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherdeadly architectsthey've been a-workin'redrafting projectsto keep us hurtin'the 80's rejectstheir fascist flirtin'now it's all on deckyou can be certainMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherwholly exhausting, I tell ya, brotherwhiny, would-be king, he's one cold motherMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherarchitects of doomand desolationnow reread the roomthe escalationwatch them seal the tombof this bold nationwith a toxic plumeand sick fixationMr. Says-One-Thing-Then-Does-The-Otherwholly exhausting, I tell ya, brotherwhiny
in the hollow placesthat love leaves behindbitter heartfelt tracesrush that pain to mindseeing each the faceswoeful and divinein the hollow placesthat love leaves behindhole was cut right through mepower of one breathSunday's ever gloomyhour belongs to deathbring the weight right to meplace it on my chestfeel it pass right through meonly pieces leftin the hollow placesthat love leaves behindbitter heartfelt tracesrush that pain to mindseeing each the faceswoeful and divinein the hollow placesthat love leaves behindwhole was never due mejust was not my pathpiece for each who knew meleft them on the tracknow all can see through meand all that I lackthat is what was due meknow I did the mathin the hollow placesthat love leaves behindbitter heartfelt tracesrush the pain to mindseeing each the faceswoeful and divinein the hollow placesthat love leaves behindhole was cut right through mepower of one breathSunday's ever gloomyhour belongs to death(11/30/24)
bonfire of the vanities by MidnightShadow83, literature
Literature
bonfire of the vanities
I saw the silver liningget turned into a jokepages of hope decliningbefore they turned to smokebonfire of the vanitiesnow see them gather 'roundthe pyre for profanitieswill burn us to the groundredirecting sanity'smost costly covered poundspay for the calamitiesthat to this day resoundI saw the silver liningget turned into a jokepages of hope decliningbefore they turned to smokebonfire of the vanitieswas set in early daysthis pyre of insanitygiven to righteous blazelabeled us profanitiesugliest of displayspay for the calamitiesthe wicked of our waysI saw the silver liningget turned into a jokepages of hope decliningbefore they turned to smokebonfire of the vanitiessentenced here to the flamethis pyre of calamityit burns us all in blamedecimates our sanitysecluded in the shamefeeds us to the fantasybranding us the profaneI saw the silver liningget turned into a jokepages of hope decliningbefore they turned to smokebonfire of the vanitiesnow see them gather 'roundthe pyre for
you can't shame me with your labelsI'm not here for your proprietywon't buy your falsehoods and fablesI'm a menace to societyI will dream of new tomorrowswhere we shed your greed and sinfree from all these induced sorrowsand the borrowed ways you winI will hope beyond all reasonand I'll do it even whensuch behaviors aren't in seasonand leave scars upon the skinyou can't shame me with your crossesI'm not here for your faked pietyyou should know to cut your lossesI'm a menace to societyI will fight against injusticewhich you've all but guaranteedwe're the final front, it's just uswhy you've got us set to bleedI will charge my voice and use itshow others there is a needwe must only ever choose itall it takes to plant the seedyou can't shame me with your labelsI'm not here for your proprietywon't buy your falsehoods and fablesI'm a menace to societyI will dream beyond your limitsand escape the binds that tieus to all your deadly gimmicksthat you've sentenced us to buyI will hope beyond all
I came to touch the fire by MidnightShadow83, literature
Literature
I came to touch the fire
I came to touch the firegot lost within the flamegave over to desireall of it wore your nameI see where this is goingI see that I am goneI have no way of knowingif this survives the dawnmy will is overthrowingall sense of right and wrongthe winds of change are blowinga chill is coming onI came to touch the firegot lost within the flamegave over to desireall of it wore your nameI see that I am fallingI see where I first fellyour gaze hit like a callingI was under its spellhearts find the end appallingbut that will never quellthe days before installingthe triggers and missed tellsI came to touch the firegot lost within the flamegave over to desireall of it wore your nameI see where this is goingI see where it all wentI had no way of knowinghow much of me I'd spentthe mask was always showingshould have taken the hintI guess that's part of growingis learning what it meantI came to touch the firegot lost within the flamegave over to desireall of it wore your name(11/21/24)
getting kind of swampy by MidnightShadow83, literature
Literature
getting kind of swampy
no matter which side you're onthe elephant or the donkeyyou have to admit now thatit is getting kind of swampycatch the cluessee the trailknow it's truebuilt to fail'tis not greatness that he seeksbidding of his benefactorsin the sycophantic fleetthat he now has trailing afterbreaking systems and peoplewill leave no refuge, no quarterhe's preying from the steepleto sow chaos and disorderno matter which side you're onthe elephant or the donkeyyou have to admit now thatthings are getting kind of swampycatch the clueschase the tailknow the huebuilt to fail'tis not greatness that he seekswe have seen this playbook beforeknows the profits to be reapedhe brings his cronies to the storehe will leave no safety netshe is preying from the steepleregretting that red vote yethe's not bringing the best peopleno matter which side you're onthe elephant or the donkeyyou have to admit now thatit is getting kind of swampycatch the cluessee the trailknow it's truebuilt to fail'tis not greatness that he
indestructible (when destiny is dancing) by MidnightShadow83, literature
Literature
indestructible (when destiny is dancing)
once was indestructibleor so I had believedwas far more corruptiblethan I could have conceivedand other truths were tradedbefore they could be soldso none were celebratedor allowed to take holdonce was indestructibleat least that's what I thoughthas proven combustiblemore so than I was taughtno caution was exercisedand no reserves were storedso it all was compromisedand sold off to the boardwhen destiny is dancingeach of her moves is stagedthe rhythm is enchantingstepping across the graveonce was indestructiblewas something I just knewbut truth's ineluctableand this was not that hueso parts that really matteredpieces that were preferredall ended up here shatteredwhere they were then interredwhen destiny is dancingeach of her moves is stagedthe rhythm is enchantingstepping across the gravethe choir of circumstance singsso long as she's engagedwhen destiny is dancingnone of us can be savedonce was indestructiblein the mind of a childnotion wasn't functionalwhen out there in the wildand
Aerial maneuvers
in the black
Acrobats, shadows
light
Mimics of night
and dayMarbled skies of
empires, labyrinths
and telescopic
visions
Of the all seeing
eye inside the
spyglass
Of fashioned dreams
and diamond cut
tears
Silver halos hung
The hanging moon
Ghost over eyes
Of mirrored time
In the captive light
Took a hit
A bullet to the
head
Peeling back the
layers
Flesh off the bone
Hypodermic itch
Intravenous lover
Climbing up the
walls
In need of a fix
Shot up on
your love
Whacking up
Tripping over,
tripping on you
Artificial insanity
The dreamers high
Overdosing on you
A God without virtue
A God without measure
A drugged religion
FIGHT AND FLIGHT, THE FLIGHT OF ANGELS by RJBG, literature
Literature
FIGHT AND FLIGHT, THE FLIGHT OF ANGELS
Star spangled banners and
stripes
In the star spangled night
Walking the line
A rodeo in the sky
Dancing the light fan dangle
Boulevard of broken dreams,
the broken and down trodden
To dream of the dreamers dream
Hollywood in the hazard lights
Overtaken in the fast lane,
on route sixty six
A wanted man, a highway man
an outlaw on the run to the Holy
land
Six smoking barrels and a loaded
dice
The piper at the gates of dawn
As thunder claps in the distance,
circling round, closing in, sky electric
Angel on the rise
Knocking up, knocking on,
Heavens door
As a neon sign flickers, on and off
Buying stairways to the Heavens,
propriety limited, a prostituted living
Out of step with the times
Out of step with the living
In love with the virgin Mary
Lit candles at the alter of silence
Thumbing a ride to the other side
of mourning Because soon they'll be knocking,
the mans at the door
The dreamers gun, wake of the dreaming
Fight or flight, shooting up on cupids arrow
A star shows the way in the darkness.
A light shines into the conflict in our lives and the world.
The longing is not buried, the longing for more - more justice, more love, more peace:
that the lion no longer roars,
that the sheep is no longer eaten,
that no place is bombarded by rockets anymore,
not in Israel, not in Gaza, not in Lebanon, not in Ukraine and not in Russia.
A longing ignites in me, for a light that shines into the darkness.
There is no security - but an abundance of hope.
A hope that catches fire in me for the One who comes to earth and transforms it.
Thank You for strengthening hope,
Thank You for all the encounters and conversations,
Thank You for the help and the time,
Thank You even for the argument that brings clarity.
His light burns in me and shines through me into the darkness of the world.
Writer's Block: What is the Writer... by MidnightShadow83, literature
Literature
Writer's Block: What is the Writer...
The well has been capped.
The ink has run dry
The words they just hang there
On my tongue and they die.
Refusing to let go
And dance onto the page,
Instead they just linger
In this open cage.
As if they are waiting
As if I am afraid
For some sort of baiting?
No difference will be made!What is the writer
Without any words?
Can I be seen,
If I'm not being heard?
Do I even exist
Must I do more than think?
What is the writer
Without any ink?The well has been capped.
The ink has run dry
The words how they taunt me
As they wither and die.
No aid can I give them,
No freedom, no release.
Can't give back what they've given
No purpose, no pea...
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Once upon a time, a writer crawled out of the darkness that shrouded his existence casting shadows onto the page from his scars. He found through these expositions of rhyme and reason to be beyond cathartic. Beyond sustaining. It was life saving. Then one day he found a small corner of the web where he felt comfortable sharing his words and his journey. And he found friendships forming through this sharing.But as time tends to do, it kept moving forward. And in its shifting sands, the writer became buried. Losing track and connection with these friends who meant so much in his journey. But his journey continued. Even being away from this c...