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Repelling DarknessTorture perfected in agony’s times,  Sculpted in anger, in cast iron pain,  Together with sorrow’s companion the fear,  We have but a weapon of madness to see,  Though the room’s filled with darkness,  It’s overwhelmed in the light.   
As the sun rises up and gives birth to the light,  So too arises the happier times,  Thrust in a corner sits the resident darkness,  Contorting the fallen in visions of pain,  It is but a moment of despair that we see,  Coupled with resentment and deepening fear.   
Manacles rustle, stank with the fear,  Death is so r Repelling Darkness
Time in HeavenI stand high above the Earth,  As snow falls from the stars.  I watch the passing of time,  My head filled with the past,  Longing for those I held close,  And wishing I could tell them that I am still here.   
They do not know that I am here:  My friends still cry for me on Earth.  They do not know I hold them close  In my new home in the stars.  Like me, they yearn for the past.  But we can’t defy the flow of time.   
Far above, there too is time,  Although it works differently here.  It remains still – there is no past  To weep for, like down the Time in Heaven
angelÁngel,glorioso angel,  cómo pude creer,  que eras mi salvador,  el motivo de mi canción.   
Ángel, glorioso ángel,  cuéntame el porque,  el porqué de las razones  de esta traición.   
Veo los ángeles  llamar a tu puerta,  no tienes salida,  la muerte está abierta,  este es tu precio,  lo que pagarás....   
Robaste mi corazón,  te lo llevaste sin más,  sin ni siquiera hablar,  rompiste la promesa y  me hiciste dar cuenta  de que era una mentira,  dolorosa y profunda, angel
Forgive mePříteli můj,  Jednou to muselo se stát.  Dal jsi mi něco, co  Mi nikdo nemohl dát.   
Kdysi,  Snad pár týdnů zpět,  Bylo mé srdce  Jen pouho pouhý led.   
Však nyní cítí,  Je to jako burácení hromu.  Je zmatené, bolí,  Tys naučil mne tomu.   
Žádám o odpuštění  Za některé z budoucích činů.  Ne, nikdy nebude  Nikdo nést mou vinu.   
Děkuji za tebe,  Děkuji za pomoc tvou.  Zatím vše je  Zahaleno záhadnou temnotou. Forgive me
AbrigoPorque será que o frio  
me chama  pela Alma?  Porque será que a noite  me traz  a escuridão consigo?   
Porque será que a lua negra  me doi  aquando a chuva acalma?  Porque será que a luz  me desvia  
quando me sento no abrigo?   
 
Abrigo de ti,  que me escavaca o sonho  de que um dia serei tua,   
Em qual noite  de ser tristonho  em que minha pele te é tao nua.   
É ser alma, corpo, lágrimas  
em tua cama.  Palavras escritas,  ao vento,  no tormento de quem te ama. Abrigo
brzozy.brzoza jest biala , zawsze  jest pomimo wielu skaz  jak brzoza tak i  wiosna jest biala   
klasyczny bialy swiat   
i zaden dym  z ust i oczu wydobyty  i zadne wymiociny   
nie zburza bialych lat   
nie zetna bialych dam brzozy.
Hope's SestinaSleeping you wait for yourself to dream.  But what are dreams if there is no hope.  And secretly you know the truth.  Nothing comes of life excepting death.  So should one just wait for the end?  Why bother with a pointless fight?   
People they do nothing but they fight.  And drity upon what others dream.  You make each others sorrow never end.  You are each others end of hope.  That is why you prey for your own death.  So lie and try to hide away this truth.   
How can you live now you know this truth.  Knowing all you ever do is fight.  Indirectly all you cause Hope's Sestina
FearI once asked myself, as I sat upon the floor   
Listening to the lazy whispering wind,   
Feeling its fingers trickle down my spine,   
And wondering about defined truths,   
Those which seem so deeply set in stone,   
So Distracted by the unforgiving cold   
    
 
It was by this same steadfast cold   
My hands did tremble, when placed upon the floor,   
Making fatal contact with frosted, freezing stone,   
So soon I was surrounded by icy gusts of wind,   
All the while trying to forget these truths,   
Waiting as Fear
Life after deathLife after death   
Do you believe in life after death?  They say there’s a heaven  The place for the good  They say there’s a hell  The place for the bad   
They say there’s a heaven  The perfect paradise for saints  They say there’s a hell  The endless torture for sinners   
The perfect paradise for saints  It’s my only dream  The endless torture for sinners  My only nightmare   
It’s my only dream  Will you join me?  My only nightmare  If it happens too soon   
Will you join me?  Because you Life after death
Untitled 2Untitled 2 (I cant put a name to my feelings)   
 
 
Im sitting in this old chair  
Tryin’ to leave some weak memories of me  Im gettin cofused hearing this beat  While my stupid neighbor makes the same mistake in his violin  I can hear it from here  Thinkin’ about everything  I cant put in order my fantasy  Sad songs are covering my ears  Inspiring me to write some sh*t  Tellin’ everyone the annoying truth they wanna hear  No,this people are some plastic dolls with touchable feelings  Im sorry I cant  be present at the Unstable Person Meeting& Untitled 2
For me so sweet.Black crowned heads lined up in front,  all unprepared for the unexpected brunt  of cruel misery.  This bitter end for him,  to me so sweet.  Now his heart is mine to keep.  Together forever, he'd always say  Until one day, a car crash,  By death, we were forced away.  My black wings spread,  he's finally dead,  and I follow him into the space.  Leaving those weak souls behind,  to worship a stone.  Can't they tell that no one is home?  For he is with me  and I am with him.  Finally, finally, we win. For me so sweet.
objectivity is preferable.Every time I see you I stare at your eyes.  Every time I remember you, I’m looking up at the skies.  My soul suffers so when you’re away, there’s wear.  Whenever you leave, I look down at my heart, it tears.  Of course all I can do is to try and believe  you’ll stay true to what in my mind I have weaved.   
These fabrications of reality I have weaved  are contrary to what images I see; my eyes  are forever gracing the lines in the skies.  All this hope will inevitably leave wear  on my soul; it often brings me to tears.  How in the world can you let me believe? &n objectivity is preferable.
Sestina of HopeSestina  I have this place I go, a world of fiction,  A place where my imagination breathes and lives.  Sometimes I run off to this world,  Because I have no other place where I can escape.  The real world, right here and now, is very boring, boring reality.  Boring to the point you could call it bland.   
But my place, a place of fantasy, will never be bland.  Full of creatures and people of myth and fiction,  
And of long dead people from old reality.  If they existed and lived here now, than the world can truly live,  And help its people escape,  This boring, uneventful world Sestina of Hope
The Unicorn    In Lore’s deep forest  A unicorn will come ‘est      And play for the night   
    Her eyes of ember  Her face of moonlight flower      Her horn of light gold   
    Her hooves marine light  Her mane and tail’s moonlight      Her movement’s graceful   
    She stares at the stars  With a face of thoughts afar         Yet in playful mood   
    Then The Unicorn
unwantedI feel alone, no family,  
no home. nothing to call my own.   
lifes bad,why me. Living on the streets,  
sitting on my knees, i feel so alone.   
School is another dread,my life is really bad,  
i feel cold,hated unloved.   
My parents are gone no more family.  friends dizerted me,why me.   
why would i dezerve this.  why is life so bad for me,  all my dreams are broken,  life dezerted me.   
I am alone on my own,pleading on my knees.  rescue me, save me, take me away. unwanted
Forsaken is my soulHere I stand in the pouring rain  I'm tired of this pain, tired of being lost  I seek silence and understanding from Death  Life contains no peace only suffering  A silent God, a silent Demon where lays thy soul  From me has the heavens closed, and turned away   
Here I stand in the abyss, Hope gone away  Death only watches as tears drown in rain  Life holds no answer; God has forsaken my soul  Thou should turn back before thou are forever lost  
I ask of Death why must I suffer  It is the will of God answers Death   
Here I stand seeking life's answers from Death  Pai Forsaken is my soul
The CircleThe Circle   
The gentle light of the moon  Cascades through the dark  Offering comfort, love, and radiance  A radiance seen in the light  Of the shining of the stars  Of an unbroken Circle   
The Casting of a Circle  In the glow of the moon  Through the beauty of the burning stars  In the pitch blackness of dark  Where stories are told and fires are lighted  And the chanting, moving close and closer to radiance   
Love and trust radiate  From the core of the Circle  A gorgeous, guiding light  And the soft harmony of the moon  The music lost, b The Circle
Christ SestinaUpon the sand, he bids the world his life  His high born treasure, the blood of his son  Red streaming tears stain the new fallen cloth  Wisps of heat, death of skin, eyes thrall to stone  This tortured sin, to err and wield the blade  To make these wooden planks his final bed.   
Across shadow, anointed on his bed  The heavens his body, mankind his life  He strode the beaten earth, fearing no blade  Clear of purpose, the Messiah, our son  Defiant of sin, the splitter of stone  Followed with love by consecrated cloth.   
The lost and wounded, covered with dank cloth  D Christ Sestina
RevolutionThe city of god on fire,  We doused our dreams in water  To gasp for dirty air  And fall down to the earth,  Our fingers clutching metal  Bonded close to wood   
Somewhere, someone gathered wood  To fuel a needy, gasping fire  They forged the sacred starlit metal  Quenched the blades in holy water  Stood like stones on hallowed earth  And turning spears, defied the air   
A cry broke out into the foggy air,  “The creatures have come from the darkened wood  Who spring from naught but trees and roots and earth”  The people’s hearts then stoked a mighty fire &nb Revolution
Sentimental SacrificeA soft whisper  Blew through the weeping willow.  A restless spirit,  Unable to be tamed by the world.  Where most spoke of death,  This lone voice spoke of life.   
“In all my life,”  Claimed the faceless whisper,  “I’ve never wished death  Upon you, my woeful willow.”  In a voice, to the world,  Was too tender of a spirit.   
“You speak to me?” she asked the spirit.  She knew all too well the timing of life.  But how could it be that she could hear, in this world,  A whisper  So soft, far more frail than herself, this willow,  Who was upon the doo Sentimental Sacrifice
Man and DietyThousands of believers, nations of people  Fighting over the one just and omniscient god  Fighting with the sciences that deny creation.  They're praying for a brighter death eternal  To an unseen vengeful deity  Threatening to smite the likes of man.   
An alchemist deity created man  And man created a god for the people  A republic so governs the deities  Who battle for rights with the god  Of the people whose questions eternal  Might someday demystify creation.   
Joy of Man's Desiring is only the creation  Of arrogant, questioning man  Seeking explanations for Man and Diety
Descent Into Darkness...Because I lack passion, this scarlet night  Tastes like autumn's mapleleaf rain - alone,  Like the woes of a fleshless spirit.  She  Is more than discontent, she is twilight:  Choked among clouds as white as brittle bone.  A forgotten pansy amidst a rose;  A forlorn kiss meant as a lover's fee;  Solitude in its breadth, an empty bed...  These are the issues that depression makes.  Perhaps the soul is infirm, or dreams dead.  A single sunbeam writing this ill prose  With unflowing ink before darkness takes.   
Shhh...for here the memory waits to take  Our hands bac Descent Into Darkness...
DarknessDarkness  S’istina   
 
Through the ominous midnight darkness,  There cuts a piercing beacon of light,  Awakening hope and brilliant warmth,  Driving off the freezing cold,  Though I am not so cold,  As I seek out my inner warmth,  
And my step is soft and light,  As I conquer the impending darkness. Darkness
Faith and StoneThis city's built of faith and hallowed stone,  An image of the Paradise we lost,  And even ere the century has passed,  Another haven shall have long since gone,  And yet, the saints still guide our weary souls  In hopes that we who sin may find our light.   
Our savior through the mortal earth has passed,  The prophets left to meet the gates of light,  The oracles of old, all dead and gone,  Yet we remain amidst unfeeling stone,  Regretting choices, memories we've lost,  And grieving for our own unworthy souls.   
At times we'll look to see how far we've gone,  Our " Faith and Stone

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