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^{Well most of them are standard A,B,A,B rhyme scheme, not all my work but a good most of it. Sometimes things have a double meaning, but i guess poetry is more about the reader's thoughts rather then writer's comments, so tell me what you think...}

Blasphemous Poetry

When Logic Betrays…

Lost and not found,
Away, in your mind, afar.
Stand, but not on ground,
Stand for who you are.

Plea without a bargain,
Nothing more then a want.
Show without an offering,
Nothing more then a taunt.

The riddle can’t be solved,
You’re the one who made it.
The riddle has evolved,
Can’t you just say it?

Locate the place within the mind,
Deep inside your brain.
Tell me where you find,
No one wants to be in sane.

On Religion…

I am not a lost soul,
This is not a tragedy.
When the black bell does toll,
I stand here, in Blasphemy.

There are two paths in my life,
Both twisted and long.
The judgment of what is right,
The choice of what may be wrong.

This is not to deceive,
Or argue fact or fake.
But I will defend what I believe,
And that the choice is mine to make.

Through my eyes, try to see,
If He views us all the same.
Then let Him the right to judge me,
Where is your right to blame?

I am sorry if I offended,
Conversing this Myth or Legend.
But I exercise the 1st Amendment,
Freedom from Religion.

16 Line Poetry

Let your mind run free,
In all blissful inspiration.
From your mind beautiful words flee,
To the page in desperation.

The act of conveying,
Your inner most thought and feelings.
So much deeper then just saying,
Poetry has far more meaning.

And the images that go with it,
As they fill your starving mind.
Like a beacon finally lit,
From the real world you are blind.

And all of this can come,
Even with all space and time.
From just a meekly some,
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Tree

Alone in the wood,
Where no man dare come.
Right where it should,
May nature ne’er be undone.

Like a towering guard,
It watches over the land.
Or so says the bard,
In his song so grand.

Over a hundred years old,
Yet leaves still green.
It ears never told,
Its eyes never seen.

That destruction is to man,
That everything must die.
Like the hourglass sand,
And we don’t even know why.

Walking On The Beach At Dusk (Senior Project)

I walk along a shallow shore
The waves give a small roar
I Find the place i seek
Open my mind as a door

The air soft and sleek
Pleasure in solitude i reek
The moon gives an omniscent glow
Brightening the otherwise bleak

I as i view nature's show
I recall all i have come to know
And what i soon will
Consumed with thoughts that overflow

A forever unpaid bill
Remove the paper from the frill
A cold and silent kill
A cold and silent kill

Ignorence

Alone, Forever...on the task bar of no return,
Here i wait in my blinking bleak existence.
Hoping a glance, my way, will turn,
The mouse clicking with no resistance.
My words, typed, will then be learned,
And then be replied much ambitious.
The silence leaves my only concern,
That i have become viewed with malicious.

by [blasphemy]