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Jino's poetry. Where a Child of chaoS can open it's soul
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Jino "ChaoS" Silver_flamE] - The creator of the WikI
Guys 'n' Gals- feel free to
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or just
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And If you want to post your poetry here... Ask me- If I like it I'll post it.
"Madness"
Illusions, delusions,
Deep inside my head.
Illusions, delusions,
That’s where I'm at.
Insanity raging,
Burning my mind.
Insanity raging,
Madness I find.
She left me alone,
Without saying why.
She left me alone,
And told me a lie.
I lay on the grass,
In anger and pain.
I lay on the grass,
I'm crying in vane.
My soul has been taken,
And brought back to hell.
My soul has been taken,
A ringing dead bell.
I shiver and darkness,
Just gently embraces.
I shiver and darkness,
Shows me her faces.
And Death is my master,
The Devil's inslaved.
And Death is my master,
The good has been slayed.
Dead after life,
Alive after death.
We live in hell,
And hell lives in us.
" Born again "
Embracing darkness, sweet and safe.
And darkest shadows yearning, breathing.
T'waz chaos' flames that gave me birth.
T'waz Death's white hand that gave me power.
And Prince Of Darkness can't you tell,
That I am Jino Silver_flamE.
As "Bloodshed" I am known to men,
A fallen angel in the sand.
By heavens forsaken,
and banished from Hell
The devil is dead,
can you not tell?
The coldest heart shall beat no more!
The darkest soul I shall devour.
T'iz blood and pain I hunger for.
And screams and moans that fill the night.
The dim lit graveyard
Moonlit tombstones.
Medieval chant
And rising dead.
As Child Of Chaos the Earth I walk.
As Death's loyal servant through worlds I travel.
“Pain”
Pain. And Suffering.
Anger. And Hate.
Dead Although Living.
It’s Dying- My Heart.
Headpounding Pulses.
Blood And Desire.
My Coffin Is Ready.
But Still It Must Wait.
And Death Gives Us Power.
And I Can Not Die.
My Head Falling Back.
But Sadly I Rise.
“Fadeaway”
На Томина- момичето, което нараних.
Fading away,
Turning my heart into dust.
Fading away,
Every desire will rust.
Fading away,
Burning my soul away.
Fading away,
Black magic is here to stay.
Fading away,
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Fading away,
Now I am going, I must.
Fading away,
Screaming of pain within.
Fading away,
And fine streams of tears so thin.
Fading away,
I’m dying though I cannot die.
Fading away,
Alone and afraid bid goodbye.
“Satan”
Medieval chant,
Arising dead.
An evil grin,
Two bright red eyes.
A scream which
Fills the night.
Blood flows into the cup.
The book of chants
Falls on the table.
The evil grin
Comes through the shadows.
The bright red eyes
Stare at the witchman.
The cup of blood
he drinks real fast.
And grins again,
His laughter deadly.
Another soul
Is bought, devoured.
By evil laugh,
The room is filled.
The grin goes back
Into the night.
Embracing darkness,
Sweet and safe.
The dead go back, into their grave.
"Green-eyed Demon"
I watched her grow.
I watched her drain.
I watched her fall.
She drank my pain.
She was a pretty, pretty girl.
She was but twenty, twenty three.
She was as gentle as a pearl.
She had a taste for guys like me.
She came to me, I pushed her back.
Her eyes were sparkling, venom-green.
She was a bitch, her hair was black.
Her lips - like blood, her waist - so thin.
She stole a kiss - under the rain.
She stole a kiss - my life to drain.
She stole a kiss - I cried in vain.
She stole a kiss - to taste my pain.
She fuelled my lust.
She told me lies.
I know she must
Have venom-eyes.
My life she stole.
My life she wanted.
Next was my soul.
My life was haunted.
She was a flower,
She was spring,
Had autumn power,
Made wounds sing.
I was a shell,
Trapped in a cell.
I lived in hell -
My tears - a well.
I knew it then -
She wanted life.
I was a man
Of twenty - five.
I went away
From all her lies.
I did not stay
With those green eyes.
Was I alive?
Where was the door?
Was I alive?
My heart she tore.
I went away.
And left her lust.
I did not stay.
She was not just.
She came like hell,
She struck a pose.
To dust she fell,
From ash I rose.
©2008 ~Jino-SilverflamE
"Wings"
"Wings"
I am a poet and I wish to fly,
On wings of an angel, or those of hell's beasts.
I am a poet and I wish to fly.
My feet on the ground - I reach for the sun.
I have my visions, they help me to see,
That there is true love, and anger and greed.
I have my visions, they help me to see,
My wings, and the Angels, and all that can be.
I am an artist and my soul is free,
To roam and to fly and to fall and to flee.
I am an artist and my soul is free,
To laugh, and to show, and to live and to be.
I am a scholar and now I decree,
My path is of knowledge, I want to be wise.
I am a scholar and now I decree,
My path is of peace - no wars shall I miss.
I am a wanderer, now I shall go,
Wherever I see and free I shall roam.
©2009 ~Jino-SilverflamE <center>
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