Moonlit: Poems Vol. 1

By Sinister Publications

A collection of poems written under the moon light.

Volume 1 of the "Moonlit" series is a mesmerizing exploration of longing and introspection. It evokes a sense of wonder and contemplation, leaving an indelible mark on the soul. From the quiet solitude of nightfall to the deepest depths within, Volume 1 puts a spotlight on the human spirit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sinister Publications
• Release date: Jun 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310222900

Sinister Publications

The words of the many will override the inaction of the few.

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I.

I Fell So Deep

I fell so deep into a well

Filled with tears and tales

Of lonely summer nights,

Of burning fire flies,

But only found stories full of lies.

I sought you in my dreams,

Searched and searched to the unseen.

Went to places where you had been

Until I stumbled upon your grave

And I knew then I had arrived too late.

You

I approached normal yesterday

Went out and smelled the hay

While the rain in the air it lay.

I saw the sunshine.

It smelled of turpentine

But I couldn’t find my valentine.

I stormed myself a little lie

About a time, we once both died

Once I awoke in a brand-new sky.

And I sought the end of days

Covered in purple haze

I dashed through the maze.

But I felt you full of hate

I stayed up at night so late

Pondering about your fate.

Suicide

Complicated thoughts.

Really hard to understand.

Stupid to follow.

Darkness

Into the darkness walk the living for their days are numbered.

Fallen from grace they kneel before their wretched egos.

Battle torn and fueled by rage they march endlessly.

Fornicate in sin before the morning comes.

Bathe in gluttony until your dignity is gone.

The crows feast on the dead corpses of your followers

While the heat waves on your wicked mind to follow a fool.

Gather before the fire pit, look down and immerse yourself in it.

Burn in the depths of your betrayal before the light of the red sun.

Lift your head in dismay and watch the sky turn a fiery red.

Shake off that excess skin that entangles you in sin.

And fornicate till the sun drowns, until the dead bodies lose their warmth.

Unrest

Follow me into oblivion before all is lost,

Before the break of war imposes its costs.

Drench in the blood of our fallen heroes

While the masses blindly follow our leaders.

They lie to us, they hold us in contempt.

They steer us like strung up marionettes.

They squeeze us for everything we’ve got.

They pull strings and tie us in a knot;

And just leave us for dead,

Then they take back all that was said.

Sanity

Ain’t no problems going on.

Ain’t no tears when she’s come.

She went and came

Just like every day,

Is here to stay

Ain’t no tears falling down

Ain’t no darkness when turned on

Life ever left.

It picked to stay to embrace

That special day.

Sun Warrior

The sun shuns down unto the earth,

Reaching deep inside his mental rebirth.

It closed the gap before his eyes

And sung him a sweet lullaby.

It bore him an earthly warmth

That shed light in his triumph.

And within the nick of time,

The bell let out a chilling chime.

Once the sun from the earth it departed,

The creatures of death, the land they charted

In search for souls to consume,

To bring pain and darkness, an impending doom.

Unaware that the hero in darkness never slept.

They pillaged, ravaged, and the land they swept

Till they were struck down with a vicious blow

From the hero who bore the godly bow.

He wielded it with deadly precision

Cutting off heads with extreme abscission

Till they all lay before him dead,

Clearing the land of contempt and dread.

Abnegation

God where have you been,

Why have you abandoned me?

I’ve been here watching you, caring for thee.

All those times I talked, all those times I prayed,

Why did you not answer me when at night I lay?

It wasn’t meant to be,

It wasn’t your destiny.

But look at what I have become,

Look at the things I’ve done.

You’ve accomplished much my son.

In these trivial times you’ve become one: undone.

You have finally learned from the trials and tribulations.

It is because of these experiences that you’ve truly earned salvation.

But now it is too late, for now I’m full of hate.

Let it be known that when I needed you came late.

And now you offer me salvation.

Give it to someone else who truly needs redemption.

Do not falter my son, don’t give into desperation

I am here for you now, no need for a libation.

It’s just too late, I no longer have desire,

For all the things I needed have now perished under fire.

Now I’m sitting here before myself considering myself a liar,

Because when I was young, I sought what my heart desired

Only to find those things enclosed within the barbwire.

War

Deep in the dark of my slumber,

The demons lurk, they grow in number.

They hiss wicked words of plunder,

Laying in siege my mind with thunder.

During the witching hour I awake,

A so much needed mental break

From all this constant turmoil

To the victory fall the spoils,

Because of this constant inner brawl,

The void has consumed my all.

I toss and turn viciously in my bed

With the constant thought of them dead.

I picture that in their knees they fled

From the fire and the constant bloodshed.

They were my comrades in war,

Dead bloodied, a sight from afar,

Leading with a constant battle cry,

Marching to the front lines before we die.

II.

Troubled

You made me think about what you said

Because even up till yesterday,

I kept living in a bubble,

Not realizing punishment came double

And that made me think I was better off dead

Because I can only see trouble ahead.

Why is it I am riddled with insecurity?

All these things in my head keep messing with me

Just keeping me down,

Within this mental anguish I slowly drown.