

PulsePulseTEXTBOBOZZmBINnPulse The blackness, it throbs in my eyesPulse
Pulsating through the wind
I breathe only to have it course my veins A pathless horizon,
It has been hidden, you know
By the falling leaves of the conscious The leaves, crushed by the pitch
I choke on their lies
Hacking through the mist Covering true vision
A fallacious numbing shriek
I fall to the earth with bleary resolve Trembling hands find not blossom
Nor thorn
Seeds of a journey, laid before
The self.


Dying StarsDying Stars I hold on to this dream, beholden and true,Dying Stars
An everlasting kiss, divine amour,
Is this a dream? Am I living anew?
The vision clouds, and I am alone once more. Chimes echo and beckon me to waken,
Your crystal eyes become a clement star,
I have evaded truth, I must be mistaken,
You are more beautiful than you know you are. I melt in this embrace, a spell has been cast,
This canvas I see in your eyes, it does not end,
The love I have for you cannot be grasp,
Paths long forgotten are clear, the soul is amend. The universe gathers around us, creating radiance blue,
Time stands still, we have become the hou


Puritys OmenPuritys Omen I enter the cage of essence,Puritys Omen
Walls not hindered by Black truth,
A daemon walking the Earth,
Among those who bleed,
The blackness flows,
Flooding the conscious,
Purity in a Dreamers labyrinth.
A spiral that ascends shadow,
Rain in a landscape of tears,
The daemon, let it not pass,
The heart releases itself,
White shrapnel that pierces,
A flower of memory,
Decayed unto thee,
I parish at the thought.
Copyright 2002 (c) Dan Ferrara


Corpus ChristiCorpus Christi Holy Land of unsated virtue,Corpus Christi
Your quest is never ending, I fear.
Roses bled into blackness,
They shed the beauty of death. Rara avis is your justice true,
Laced with a veil of gruesome agony.
Let Him come and see your feats,
In the name of His will and committed in sinless rage. Hands crafted unto the barren people,
Holiness is well in thy kingdom of blood.
With these hands, bestow Him the wretched,
May they burn in their own inner fire. The sanguine sands of parched souls,
Abraham, give them water I pray.
Yet there shall be none, while the sands remain,
Wrenching the desert with its sea of tears.


Am I a voidVoid, canceled, simply annulled Endless aching, unconsoled Life without you, cause without reason Touch without sense, time without season I face life now facing a canerous sore A sordid parasite that eats at my core All that makes me whole, all I hold within Leaving me lifeless, or at least no livinAm I a void
An angry face, anguished and marred An empty space, scaled and scarred Sweetly abiding to a cynnical charade Secretly hiding behind a fictitious facade Still, lost within this heart of glass This fragile and yet unfeeling mass Lies the remains of a love tha
a perfect circle....
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Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
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[ bluerei
that poem was pretty hard to write... i am glad you liked it.
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-Damn it all to hell where have the penguins flown off to now?...
- Uh sir, penguins can't fly...
- I knew that! Just wanted to see if you did...
But how do inkers ink anyway?
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I love you Ellie!
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