Caressing Angel

Caressing Angel
By: Adam M. Snow

Caress the name of your angel that fallen,
It flows the wind, a ragweed pollen.
Only you can hear it's torment calling;
Open thy ears to it's ever falling song.
A melody which poison thy voice and heart.
Only to tear thy soul apart.
Listen to your siren song,
Awaken your soul to which it belongs.

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Born of Serenity

Born of Serenity
By: Adam M. Snow

The sky dancers' dance,
for the flower's grace,
angel tears by chance,
falls upon a new born's face.
Open all eyes,
seeing the world anew,
get up and rise,
and dive into the ocean blue,
deeper to a whole new world,
seeing life unlike before,
with morning dews impearled,
gold becomes the shore.

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I gave unto Thee

I gave unto Thee
By: Adam M. Snow

By my life I gave unto thee.
By my soul I gave unto thee.
Waging wars within myself,
anchor thee my hollowed self.
My life I give, my love I not,
the absence of a soul does not
linger on without a life,
journey on without a life.
And by my life I gave unto thee
And by my soul I gave unto thee.

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As Moments Endeavor

As Moments Endeavor
By: Adam M. Snow

Woe unto those who trust me not,
Every era lived soon forgot-
My bearing misery whom I fear;
My dawning truth coming near.
Blind me not my pain,
Reason why I'm insane.
I scream my echoing grief;
Abandon my belief.
I lost myself again,
To my only sin.
This time forever,
As moments endeavor.

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To be Bathe in Life's Alter

To be Bathe in Life's Alter
By: Adam M. Snow

Wake me not for I am not at rest,
Nor any Death-but lest.
Not I whom ye should fear,
But thyself drawing near;
Not only you, but myself as well,
And I but my lore to tell-
Of my ever dreaming song,
Weakens those who are strong.
I am who bathe in life's alter,
Cleansing flow of holy water.

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Tragic Heart

I wait my days alone,
in chambers of dark endure.
I hold back my tears alone,
until blood shed from my eyes.

I hold back my voice,
await for mercy in time.
You put me here by choice,
now you watch me die.

You stole my heart and taint my mind;
you shown your love but not full.
My heart was not like yours of rind,
I was weak but now am more.

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Pandora's Box

Pandora's Box
By: Adam M. Snow

Flames burn with bitter shame,
cursed upon the weak and lame,
The fallen stars, blackened day,
no more lights left to portray.
Tormented worlds of endless morrows,
cries with all devoted sorrows.
A child's punishment of vile maw,
dreams of agony and raw,
scattered upon broken hearts,
and all the hatred soon departs.

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Upon the Hour

Upon the Hour
By: Adam M. Snow

My wake draws nearer upon the hour;
Call upon, thy upper power.
I wait the time for truth be told,
When the world itself grows cold.
I lie here asleep to tell,
Of this life in worldly hell.
Beware my love of time be told,
Of thy child growing old;
And when your life becomes a knurled,
I will be a whore for the cold world.

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Bleeding Ink

I lay naked, bleeding ink
with pages of forbidden text;
but though I'm ill yet cannot blink,
you mockery tongue had perplexed.

I clinched my fist;
the remains of my heart cries out,
'I may no longer exist! '
with my raging voice I shout.

Your blasphemy you had spoke,
shattered my bearing soul;
and by your voice my heart broke,
and it is my heart that which you stole.

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Night of Yore

Night of Yore
By: Adam M. Snow

Speak softly so my heart can hear,
Of your voice and make it clear.
I don't have time to bicker and sing,
But o'er thy voice, a bell dost ring.
Charming away solstice night of yore;
Ticking away more and more.
The dawn of age will come to pass;
Speak now and make it last.
Speak now while moments endeavour,
Because nothing on Earth, lasts forever.

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