Roses are Red

Roses are Red

Her wings are gold but silver lined

Her eyes greeted us as she would glide

The curses rose from every soul

From every heart left cleansed inside

Watch her in her grace and glory

As her beauty tells a story

Of her life of purity

Raining hope and slowly pouring

Roses are red

But violets are blue

If I were to lose her what would I do?

Thoughts in my head

Cycled through and through

This world abused her and blinded she flew

Away and depressed

The pain has still grown

And I was impressed, the restraint she’d shown

Yet she has been blessed

With a seed of hope

And again one day she will come home.

REVERIE

REVERIE

I run from my fate

As I walk beside an angel

The demon close behind

Through hallways in my mind

I hide and it seeks

Like a child’s game of danger

Its eyes appear to grasp

My neck as I just gasp

For air, it’s not there

I have to break, its iron hold

I want to banish, all this cold

Barren emotion

In my head

Indication

That I’m dead

I press my fingers to my eyes

To settle down and realize

I’m dreaming

Just dreaming

Imagination wild

My own inner child

Defining what I see

Is just another mystery 

The Life and Death of Rage

Life

I am there, here and now, seconds from what you call hell, complete the circle, racing time, forgot the absence of my mind, bound to die here soon after, hold applauses for the laughter, the more you know the more I wait, here alone at the gates, days I sometimes stand in line, these dead stares will bore me blind, shattered into pieces, battered and so beaten, one last look and I’m defeated, no more games to play this time, all that I have is one last chance, done with fear, done with these binds, what I hold is in my hands, in my hands, in my hands.

Death 

Life, a disease we all seem to share, we writhe to the end in all its despair, our souls are enslaved by the sins of the grave, but the blood still flows too fast, our angels infected, by the weak and neglected, the judgment is full of dismay, our peace is disturbed, from damnation we purge, and our spirits have all seem to crash, the meaning is fresh, the fear in the flesh, the passion just withered away,  

                                             

                                                   -JRC-

Serenity, Now

Serenity, Now

My inner child’s crying

The melody was fading

And I’m tired of lying

Deceiving all and hating

So when did the music stop?

Left me to walk so lost

I’m only one man

Now, my feeling numb

My only sign

Of knowing what

Will make me fine

Always haunted

Again, I’m taunted

Serenity, is all I wanted

Welcome to the Wastelands

Welcome to the Wastelands

How can we all call ourselves sane?

 The world turns to hell and we're still breathing.

When tragedy engaged,

It has taken your last breath.

Why do we all play their sick game?

 The sun burns out and their eyes are bleeding.

An onslaught of hate,

 Lets the angels rot to death.

 Entities of chaos

Plagued these lands.

They fill our hollowed minds.

Where emptiness once dawned

If they're hunting down the weak,

Will we save the ones we can?

Among us there are thieves,

Who steal our hearts,

Only leaving us to bleed.

Now, there are only scars.

Still we forget the stars,

All watching our demise

From so far away

 Forget the stars

By J.Chamberlain

Fame by day, infamy by night

Fame by day, infamy by night

Creeping silent strings of malice reign its life, a stab in the back really felt like a knife, the glory was lost in the blink of an eye, and the flesh torn apart from the acid inside, pictures were shot but the blood bled right through, an enemy of press was killed in its steps, dead to the world it crawls on the floor, whining and grinning and screaming for more, its reigning, its pouring, more guts on the glory, fame by day, infamy by night, the clock strikes the metal, it’s nowhere in sight, the grain is finally shot, its dignity tied in a knot, and now they shall burn, the way to make them learn, and now they will scream, I’m more insane than I seem…. 

HUMAN DEPRODUCTION

HUMAN DEPRODUCTION

Gasping for breath, slowly their flesh depletes

Before the onslaught of their worry

Promising, its lure, just entangled in its net

Thirsty for its guest, lonely, begging for relief

Adore the passion that’s unfurling

Witnessing the blur, vagrant, deceptive regret

With less accord and more decay

The liquid washed their skin away

When disaster meets desire

Their feeble eyes can’t take the worst

Of its insincere conspire

To commit a quenching of its thirst