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CharonCome hither with me, Take my hand I’ll lead you to Your beloved Promised LandCharon
I’ll show you what’s real, Allow you to see The sick horror you yield With every blind decree
You’ll understand You’ll eat every word And realize at last That your “truth” is absurd
Land of the free And home of the brave? No, home to the ignorant All of you; enslaved
Be sure to feel The burn of the fire The marks you’ve left on this world Your own funeral pyre
Thought you were holy? And favored, and saved? &
by ~Rishodi
Every Day AnewEvery day I die a death anew Not unlike that of yesterday’s Or that which tomorrow shall bringEvery Day Anew
Every morn I awake to live free I find new being in my soul And every day I die a death anew.
Surely I will awaken Each self, a new incarnation Trust, and hope, and faith…
Every night I find Death waiting For my despairing spirit And every day I die a death anew.
But alas! Am I forsaken? All worthy things are taken Left in defeat, I lie still
For every day I die a death Alone.
by ~Rishodi
Terminal CogitationsAs I lie still in my bed Baleful thoughts within my head Sinister shadows wont to creep Amongst my futile attempts to sleepTerminal Cogitations
When at last consciousness begins to fade My imagination conjures a vile shade Wish I held power to end this dream, But I can’t wake, nor even scream.
Trapped in the midst of Death’s stormy night I must survive this horrendous fright In sooth, my room is all too still But inside, a demon lusts for my will.
An ominous moon, its glare so bright Nowhere to run, but must I now fight? Against the wind, for my life I plead
by ~Rishodi
Formositatis TuiI’ve watched a thousand suns set Majestically behind the horizon, A thousand rainbows Elegantly streak the sky, The soft reflection of the moonlight Floating on a thousand seas, And I’ve lain under a thousand starry nights As my thoughts waft away In the wind.Formositatis Tui
This is beauty. Formositas. What is beauty? – It is one question To which God need not respond One secret Which life need not reveal
For more so than any sunset, Or rainbow, or moon, Or star, or sea Has ever graced my world And entranced my soul As
by ~Rishodi
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DesideriumI wrote the sunset for you today, but you could not see its splendor in the blackness of my ink...Agonizing sometimes, gazing upon beauty we cannot touch...not because it is out of reach, but because the pain would all too quickly override the pleasure. Distance we have conquered, but we cannot feel beyond our flesh. Did you receive the rainbow I sang to you some time ago? And what of the cloud I breathed your way? I climbed the stars and dreamt of you on the moon, but none would consent to return with me. Of the night, all I can offer you is memory...and pray for a glass of rain.Desiderium
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- Current Residence: A reasonably spacious apartment
- Interests: Anything beautiful or intriguing
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko
- Favourite band or musician: Metallica, Led Zep, Dream Theater, AC/DC, Opeth
- Favourite genre of music: Classic rock to heavy metal, some classical and jazz
- Favourite poet or writer: H.P. Lovecraft
- Operating System: Win XP Pro
- Wallpaper of choice: Any awesome 3D rendering
- Skin of choice: Soft, silky smooth female
- Favourite game: UT GotY and 2K4, Diablo II, StarCraft, Halo 1/2
- Favourite gaming platform: PC & Xbox
- Personal Quote: Sleep my friend and you will see that dream is my reality
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- Email: Rishodi@yahoo.com
- AIM: Rishodi
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Deviant art is the best site of it's kind that I have found. You came to the right place, babe.
I'm gonna go read your poetry now (there are not many people in this world that can rhyme and actually use real english words).
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I do agree, this place is great
I love your poetry, it's refreshing and different. It's very nice.
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