This poem was written on Tuesday 16 February 2010 8:35 PM
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Condemnation
Tuesday 16 February 2010 8:35 PM
The judger of my life
The usurper of my words
Who do you think you are?
Why has it come this bloody far?
Has the power gone to your head?
The power that is internally fed!
You fuel your naivety and hypocrisy
Fuelled by your words and actions, no real philosophy
Your ignorance makes me sick
Do you think wisdom comes with age? How pathetic.
Your mental illusions on how things should be
Creep and jump about like a meager flea
Your minds calculations are like a drop in the pond
Something that the new age does not find fond
Some of you are wise however most of you are not
Oh the world is flat, that’s right I forgot
Do you create these rules to oppress us?
Or are they made merely to create powerful fuss?
You are ignorant and just don’t understand
The things we do, isn’t contraband
We are not going to thank you like you always said
Especially in the long run when we end up dead
Part II, Consequences
Loudly I lay there and I bled
An internal screaming inside my head
My surroundings stood still and serene
I could have somehow imagined this… it could have been foreseen
Spectral lives flashed before my eyes
One part of me wants to fight and the other cries
A dog skidding, being run down by a truck
What is happening to me?! My brain has run amuck!
I am dazed and enter a trance
My body is emptied; temporarily there is no mental luminance
I see pain and suffering, a horrific sight!
A headless body lies on the ground, the ant struggling without might
Its screams in anguish as its very soul creeps out
Something so small, yet so emotionally devout
I feel the pain, I feel it all
I feel the fear as my limp body begins to fall
An emptiness below me with emptiness above
I fall and see the mangled corpse of a dove
Its eyes turn blue and its body flares into the sky
Yet I still fall, hoping that I will eternally die
Hours and days, I cannot tell
I do not understand it, it seems I am in a spell
My mind flashes into darkness with glimmers of white
Suddenly I enter into the bright
Beauty surrounds me and my body feels serene
I gaze into the horizon, carefully examining the scene
Indescribable perfection completely surrounds me
But then an unknown dread empties itself and then I see
I am slowly convulsed backwards and forward
This beauty around me twisting me at its own accord
I notice on the horizon that the sun has started to set
Then the world around me was simply swept
In such a beautiful world I wished I were dead
The emotions were writhing inside my very head
Guilt and anguish of the past
I wished that my death would come to me fast
I saw my soul being ripped from my body
Being impaled by angels, it was no tragedy
I was teased and tormented by beautifully guised women
My body had no longing for them; it was like being devoured by a demon
They touched me ever so gently yet I felt pain sear through my body
I was defenseless, then I shuddered at what they began to do to me
I felt ashamed, guilt burning furiously in my mind
Something so beautiful… all it did was remind
As I scream in mental agony I realize the sun has begun to rise
Revealing unto me a heavenly prize
Energy entered into my deepest veins
Wonderful relief from all pains
I felt as if I had been reborn
My mind entered a new dawn
The seemingly years of torture were swept away
I felt happy; I felt the need to pray
As quickly as the sun rose, the sun set
My emotion and happiness were then beset
I was made pure to be torn down
My mind turned away from a smile and towards a frown
The emotional pain was not like any time before
A guilt of the unknown, I felt exposed like a whore
All sanctity and honour were stripped away
I was less than no one, transformed by a supernatural fray
The pain could not be kept at bay
I could not die, God simply turned away
Will this be the eternity of my life?
The highs and lows of temporary happiness and strife!
Brenton Di Cesare
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