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            All Poetry ©1999 Scott Harvey
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            Trusting Hate

            An angel slept in the cobwebs of life
            Waiting for release by the prick of a knife
            Death goes insane, yet he feels no pain
            As he takes the knife and carves out his vein
            He thought the journey was over, but it now begins
            Death will now suffer for all of his sentimental sins
            Recording his pain, in a small black brain
            Wanting it all to wash away with the rain
            His bloodied hands leave an iridescent stain
            On all that they touch, which is everything destroyed
            Making the strong weak, like the feeble and coy
            I awaited one day, beckoning death
            Upon the back of my neck I felt his breath
            I am the strong with a long-bladed axe
            He is the beggar, come collecting a tax
            A scavenger who feeds on lost souls
            I am the head that floats, the bell that tolls
            Open my flesh, take a long look inside
            Death once did, and his mind slowly died
            Am I a window, and open book?
            The bold think so, but they won't look
            Be warned, for I'll claw at your inner being
            My reward for what you are now seeing
            How was tomorrow, when is today?
            On that journey you will go, but now you stay
            Traveling to a far off land
            With flourishing water that is covered in sand
            And angel of the night asks of one in the light
            To fly with him in a celestial flight
            The other agreed and was roped and treed
            Escaping near death we followed the reaper
            Who once was our fear is now our keeper



            Help!

            Wondering around, you poor lost soul
            Trying to fulfill and impossible role
            Analyzing what it is you have become
            Finding the answer, your body goes numb
            Tearing through your mind, a riddle you soon will find
            Of a better life that may become of you
            The answer is not there; it did not come true
            Once again your body goes numb
            Much more that before, you drop to the floor unable to cope
            You drop to the floor
            A deep chill blows and cools the soul
            Ice now forming over a hot burning coal
            Forgetting your problems in a bottle of beer
            With each swallow you drown as your drink your tears
            Reality gets snuffed out with each fulfilling drink
            The more you inges, the less you need think
            Of the hole you call your life, so you scream out
            But as hard as you try you can not shout
            So nobody hears this desperate cry to be saved
            So without any help you dig your own grave

            Mystery Flight Maiden

            
            Misguided maiden of mayhem and madness
            Contemplating choices of sorrow and sadness
            No one can pull her from this misery
            No on to love, and no family
            Run, run, run, from the darkness, I'll be waiting in the light
            Oh how I need your love tonight.
            Magnificent maiden it is you I will follow
            I mush have you now, I can not wait 'till tomorrow
            Looking beyond you big brown eyes
            I can undress the cover of you tough-girl disguise
            My only maiden, what a wonderful lady
            You have brightened my life when it once was shady
            Telling me fables of her unfriendly past
            Getting on with her life that she has been living so fast
            Something about her fills my face with a smile
            Filled with relief as I gain a belief
            That and end has come to the trial.
            


            Falling Up

            
            Hanging by the thread of life, the flesh begins to break
            Biting into the neck and throat, like the fangs of a mystic snake
            The soul drips out as garnet stones, waiting for an ocean tide
            To take him deep into the sea, so that he may confide
            Please forgive this poor lost soul for living in a self made hole
            Secluded from society, once touched the branches now lies at the roots of an
            unfair tree
            All is lost, not to return
            Was frozen with ice, now a fire burns
            Filled with rage, like none on earth
            A rage that began since his pathetic birth
            I loathe mother, for bringing me here
            Filled my father with eternal fear
            An only child, killed all of the others
            Who in my hell needs sisters, or brothers?
            His sea is dark where his garnets lay
            A sky of blue, now black and grey
            World coming down around his walls
            Tries to escape through his long winding halls
            Desperately wanting to break free
            And once again be on top of the tree
            Sprints even faster down the way
            Door welded shut, he now must stay
            Never knowing or understanding why he has been locked in hell
            As far as he know he's doing well
            Wanting to escape, with no one there to provide a key
            And unlock the cause of his insanity
            In his own little world on top of our hill
            A white robed man gives him a pill
            As he calms down, he recalls his endeavor
            Lies on his bed where he will sleep forever.
            


            Guff

            
            Guff releases an anxious one and so a baby is born
            Bright future ahead to do as he may, but by his parents this curtain is torn
            Not permitted to socialize, or go outside to play
            Too busy being brainwashed, so inside he would stay
            Eighteen years of age, you can now finally leave
            And start to cycle over, for it happens to us all
            One of the greater factors causing humankind to fall
            





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