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That Willful Lie

That Willful Lie


Not a single day goes by
When I don’t wonder
What it is to love
Without a lie

When the tears of life
The tears of truth
Stand as your only comfort
The only glue
Holding the simple burdens
Of your neglected soul
Behind your painted smile

When the heart itself
Burns black with lifeless rage
Breathing death into life
With the dreams of love to fade

Not a single day goes by
That I don’t stop and pray
To beg of faith to find
The light of truth
Trapped in the wake of that willful lie

Still Breathes

Still Breathes


I wish to go
Beyond the rule of time
To the stories of old

Venture forth
Into a realm of midnight myths
Untainted by mortals views

The written word
Or the spoken few
Infused over the centuries gone
Read in awe
As poetry to a dream

The passion
The power
The gifted verse
That outlived them all
Now and since

The tales of life and love
In a time of kings and queens
Of peasants and dreams

When the world was alive
With passion to breathe
It was life to love
And love that still breathes

Silent Secrets

Silent Secrets


Shhh
Be still
Close your eyes
And listen

Heed the mind that speaks
Whispered words of eternity
From the softened silence
Hear them speak

What tales do they bring
Amidst that soft summers breeze
Dancing as a child
In some enchanted fantasy

What tender touch
Are the dreams to flesh
Soft as the gentle spring rains
As the words begin to play

When the light itself
Slips from your sleeping eyes
And you chase that golden sunrise
On the wings of life

Let them come alive
In the lonely dark of night
When your thoughts are free
You must believe

Be calm
As muse from your heart
And give chance to love
Beyond the silent secrets of your dreams

Porcelain Soul

Porcelain Soul


It is the sleepless nights
That racks your mind
With guilt

Burdens of life and faith
Of love itself
Cry from your silent tears
From the shadows of your unseen existence

The nights spent in longing
Bleed your heart dry
As the only salvation you can find
From the mortal wounds of your mind

Impaled in your six by six room
The solace and confinement
Creeping along your darkened walls
Taking with it the innocence
And all that’s left
Of your porcelain soul

Lustful Soul

Lustful Soul


The power of passion
That bleeds from my soul
Is beyond my control

When the flesh and mind
Become one
There is no sensation
That does not rage supreme

There is no fear
To tame the mind
When your body is alive

No pause or reprieve
No saving grace
When you are beyond the dream

Not a single touch
Can forgive the need
When you are a vessel
Of blatant ecstasy

And with every whimpered breath
Beating like the drums of hell
The mind tries to recoil
With pain to strike
Begging for that instant fix
To regain control

And when you return
To yourself martyred flesh and sweltering tears
You find there is no sanctified secret
Or mortal hand
That can command the fires
Of my lustful soul

I Have Denied

I Have Denied


My head spins
Like liquid led
To the thoughts of a lover
In my bed

He has no name
No face or form
Yet he comes again
And I must be damned
To dream such sins

Not a thousand whoring cocks
Could appease my relentless mind
For virtue turns the blind eye
And my body cries

For a century gone
I’ve laid in wait
For the bearer of passion
To sooth my rage

Whips and whispers
Line my dreams
With forbidden fantasies
Condemning my flesh
As a whore in heat

Truth be known
It is not the many
Or the trinkets and toys
Nor the acts and deeds
But the truth of one
I wish to find

I wish to feel
The power of love
And everything I have denied

Always Alone

Always Alone


I stood in the shower today
And let the water fall like acid rain
Once again to my dismay

I let it beat down
Burning flesh and sin
To cleanse with pain
The heart of my disgrace

As I cast my gaze
Into the foggy mirror haze

And there I saw
Looking back at me
The image of my shame

From head to toe
The marred flesh
Of my alabaster soul

The rivets of long burgundy hair
Flowing as strands of liquid midnight
Against my porcelain frame
That led the way
Down the pious mounds
Of my feminine flesh

I saw my pain
In the scarlet rosaries
I have engraved
The self beaten sacrifices
To appease my mental disease
Alive and thriving
As the testaments of my crimes

But I can no longer see beyond
The blood red tears of my hazel eyes
That flow like rivers from my soul
In the darkness of my home

For buried under my painted smile
Lies in ruins of stone and ice
A broken soul
That’s always alone

Sinseria said:

https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/i-have-denied

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Your voice matches your poetry well. Thanks for sharing.

Piscator said:

Your voice matches your poetry well. Thanks for sharing.

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heh thank you sir

https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/lonesome-grave

https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/touches-the-sky

https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/to-be-alive

https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/holds-only-fear

https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/always-alone

https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/that-willful-lie



hehe stayed up to late last night practicing recording them ...to much feedback though I think from my computer :/ pfft heh

My Name

Revised an old poem today ...


My Name

I remember the very day
The very moment in time
Down to the very second
When I sold my soul
To the demons that came to call

I was only fifteen
When I silenced my dreams
For the injustice of life
And the lost innocence of youth

In the fires of my soul
I paid for my pain

As I wielded the blade
Through flesh and veins
Its virgin steel cut true
And with the holy quill
Dipped in my shame
In blood red tears
I signed my name

A hated life …
for a happy lie
Such promise in the pose
So little did I know

I wielded the blade upon my virgin flesh
Not as friend or foe or hatred of self
But to temper my mind to beseech my soul
As if to purge the taint my life had always known

There was no resolution for the pains I held
For the damnation of my untested heart
The never ending yearning of thoughts and desires
I could not control …I could not understand
At an age that does not mend
So I bore the blade to stop the pain

I paid for crimes I did not commit
I paid for sins that were never mine
I paid for desires I was spoon fed

I too cried out god’s name in vain
I was a world away with no saving grace
Taunted by things I could not undo
Unpreventable thoughts I could not stop
So I bore the blade to stop the pain

I paid for things I could not comprehend
I paid for thoughts trapped in my head
I paid for feelings of my blistering heart

I was too young to bear the blame
But in the end it took my name
A misguided child lost in doubt
It's secrete sealed upon my lips ...in shame
So I bore the blade to stop the pain

I watched the tears of my veins descend
Traversing a sacred dance of sin upon my flesh
With my mind and soul rapt in my disgrace

All I ever heard was the tainted fear and pain
The beauty of sweet submission untold
The gift of power and control freely given
In the trusted heart and soul of a lover
The unbreakable bond between
Master and slave, bound in love

A mythical dream dissipated by sin
Broken by my demons within
Just another cut to ease my mind
In blood and tears from my flesh
The price is forever, paid

The wounds have healed
But the taint remains
For in the end ...
I wielded the blade
That scribed my name

I Wish

I Wish



I wish not to feel
What love has denied

I wish not to believe
And I will it to die

I wish to forget
The dreams of my life

I wish to erase the pain
In the longing of my nights

I wish for the sun to rise
To fill the darkness of my mind

For love is a lie
And the heart is blind

Liar's Game

Liar's Game


I played the fool
Too long in life and like Alice
I took that cake
That sweet sugar and spice
But I grew to hate

I watched the cruelty of man and beast unfold
As if from a dream
It ripped through the blood drawn walls
Of my martyred soul

Sorrow came
Fast as the midnight rain
And I stood center stage
Of my mental title wave

And I gave, without grace
Every ounce of my loyalty
To the pain

When I learned the truth
That love was nothing more
Than a liar’s game

One Moments Truth

One Moments Truth


I wish to rise
Just my weary eyes
When the dawn breaches
That midnight sky

Let its soft gentle hues
Set that comforting mood
Let it haze and mist
My mornings view

Be it in union
With his breath gentle stilled
Against my waiting neck
With the warmth of his embrace
Cradled around my porcelain frame

Let me rise
In the arms of my lover’s soul
I swear to all the gods above
I will never move

Please I pray
With all the love I possess
Just let my dreams have
One moments truth

Empty Bed

Empty Bed



Shadows line the walls
Each day and night
They never go

They know the secrets
Of your late-night horror shows
And the crucifix bound to your soul

They’ve met the monsters under your bed
Those mental demons
That have come to fuck your mind again

Time after time
They’ve seen the dreams in your head
Traced the lines of obscurity
To the whore in your stead

They stand in silence
With your hearts disgrace
To comfort your pain
While your sins bleed
From every vein

They bear that cross
In life and death
Those silent secrets
Lain across the satin sheets
Of my empty bed

On Bended Knee

On Bended Knee


See what I see
When I dream
Feel with me
The power of need

Close your eyes
Be still
Perceive that darkened forest
In the pitch of night
As the fires rise
Beyond your timid mind

Watch them surge
From that cindered pine
Ten feet on your every side
As the shadows come to life

They rise
Quick as the dawn
To the midnight sky
Taking shape and form
In the image
Of a shadowed man

Too weak to stand
Too afraid to hide
As he comes
To take his claim

His touch
Trailing your skin
With misted fingers
To grace your cheek

Helpless as a child
You feel his lovers rage
As he pulls you to your feet

With that stolen breath
Akin to a feather from hades
Does descend
Across mortal flesh

That scarlet scorn
On rose red lips
As holy fires met

The heat of a thousand suns
Could not scorn
The passion that comes

The wounded heart
Burning before the golden gates
Does beseech
The power to love
On bended knee

Truly Me

Truly Me



Every day I give to life
All I have to give

I rise and shine
With each day that comes
And I try so hard
Just to live

But the smile fades
With that rising sun
Because it’s just another day
Just another yesterday
All over again

Yet each night
I rest my weary eyes
Torn and worn from the day that’s done
And I like a creature of the night
Find peace in the calm

The stillness of the sleeping mind
Begins to rise
And so comes the visions
Of a world I create

A place where
The world stands in silence
and I am free

I am free to run with the wind
Soaring above those pillowed clouds
Free to dance on those ocean waves
As Jesus to the narrow sea

And I, I am and always will be
Free to believe
What life and love
Could really be

For this dream
That I adore
Is more alive
Than I could ever be
This realm that has no reality
Nor truth of time
And yet in it
I am truly me

Forest of Dreams

Forest of Dreams


The souls of the forest
Call to me
Day and night, they speak
“Come to me”

Like a child beseeching
Sweet eternity
I chase their dream
“Come with me”

No city streets
To find my way
Only a trail of whispered words
Reassure the search
“Come to me”

The giant Oak and Sassafras
Stand with the Sycamore and Black Ash
As a woodland path
Towering to the heavens
“Come with me”

The souls of remembrance
Call again
“Come to me”
Bound forever
In a forest of dreams

Beyond the Dream

Beyond the Dream



A hundred words a minute
Can fly across my screen
They can speak of life and love
And the liberty of dreams
With everything in-between

They could tell you a tale
That would enrage the seven seas
From the passion and desire
Of a lover in need
That lives within me

To speak of a lust
That rages like molten lava
In the seas of my complacency

It is like sulfur to the mind
When the flesh is alive
And my body cries
Merely begging to survive

The kiss
The trail of lips
On wounded flesh
With a simple touch
Light as a feather does embrace
The bitter sweet taste
Of such succulent sins

Lost to the passion
The power
The control of a Master
To a slave sincere
Needing beyond reprieve
For that mental release

But the one tale they cannot tell
Is the emptiness of my own hell
In the truth that lives
With a thousand tears
Beyond the dream

His Need

His Need



And I am bound
To him
He who comes
In the void of space

Floating on the precipice
In a realm of the unseen
There are no walls or figurines
No ceiling above
Or floor below
Only shades of lighted grays
To surround your place
Melting into the blackness
Where he stays

And he waits
Perched like a vulture
On the endless sea of night
Dying to feed

And he comes
For me

He is
The blood in my veins
Begging to be free
As he sets the stage

The sins of flesh
And mind
Can’t comprehend the lust
In the mist of my insanity
I beg for what he does

He is the poison
On my distained lips
As I taste his salted flesh
In a communion of shame

He is the devil
Trapped inside of me
The mantle of power
Damned as his whoring fuckmeat

He is the plague
That cries from my dreams
And how I crawl across that fucking sea
To the sanctity of his need

Well said

Eternal Pain

Eternal Pain



Place the stakes
As a witch hunt in may
And let them pay

Pedophiles
Child molesters
There is no word to define
The sycophants and cretins
Of our human race

Give them but one grace
One final gift
Let them not go blindly
But give them the knowledge
To know what they have done
Before you set the blaze

Let them look into the eyes
Of that wounded child
Who now stands
In a mockery of silence
For all that was done

Let them hear the cries
Of that silent child
Whose mind now
Only begs to die

And then let them burn
Let them turn to tinder
And let them burn

As dust to ashes in an empty grave
Let them fucking burn
And feel just a mere fraction
Of a child’s eternal pain

Sinseria said:

Eternal Pain



Place the stakes
As a witch hunt in may
And let them pay

Pedophiles
Child molesters
There is no word to define
The sycophants and cretins
Of our human race

Give them but one grace
One final gift
Let them not go blindly
But give them the knowledge
To know what they have done
Before you set the blaze

Let them look into the eyes
Of that wounded child
Who now stands
In a mockery of silence
For all that was done

Let them hear the cries
Of that silent child
Whose mind now
Only begs to die

And then let them burn
Let them turn to tinder
And let them burn

As dust to ashes in an empty grave
Let them fucking burn
And feel just a mere fraction
Of a child’s eternal pain

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Amen, lol, agree with all sentiments

Light of Life

Light of Life


Every day
I breathe into life
More than I have to give

The very breath of morning
Is like sulfur and turpentine
Invading my lips

It fills my lungs
With such hated contempt
As it draws me from my blissful bed

What little strength remains
Fights with pride
That golden sunrise
That sheers my worn and weary eyes

And so I rise
Like a serpent in the night
Begging with a stolen breath
To find forgiveness
In the light of life