Post by deliverance on Jan 11, 2006 16:16:01 GMT -8
Well, seeing as how my original thread for my poetry was taken and run over... > >; This will be my new home.
Here is my newest piece of work simply entitled:
My Band, Your Song
Once more we play this song
A hand is raised, ready to strum those strings
Two hands are raised, ready to start the beat
Another pair tickle the ivories
A soft beat floats
It floats through the air
Only to those who can hear
Hear the message of the Fallen
So, little band, begin your song
Why should you spill your blood,
When no one else wants it?
To save us all?
You don't have that power
You're not Jesus Christ of Nazareth
Son of God
Quit trying to be the selfless martyr
You think you're doing something great
Cutting away with a butter knife
Slivers of your heart
Fall with the tears of whom you are trying to save
For you to play the Son of God
You became Ultimately Selfish
Pull the nails
Out of your arms
Or Death will take you
You brought him
You cried out for him
So now you have a decision to make
Die for no one?
Or live on for everyone?
Live for yourself
Before the public
Before the friends
The Love
Now the song plays
The hand nearly rips the strings
Two hands make the beat unnoticable with such speed
The sounds of rolling thunder
The gentle hands beat on the ivories
The music plays like a rock slide
It marches through the air
Commanding all attention
Crying out the message of the lost
So, little band, continue your song
Now I stand before you
We stand before youNo thunderous applause
You nailed yourself to a cross
What do you deserve?
Your blood does not bring a smile
Not even a joyful thought
Tears fall like snow
On a blood stained field
You haven't brought freedom!
Or justice!
Or even saved a heart!
I screamed!
Shouted!
Why couldn't you just follow your heart?!
It beats with a pulse like the rest of our hearts!
So now your blood spreads
Like Wildfire
Running through my fingers
Your thoughts have now become
One with the Fallen
You didn't save anyone
Instead, you killed everyone
With each drop of blood you lost
One person...
Became one...
With the Fallen...
Finally, the song comes to an end
The hand has ripped the strings apart
The sticks have shattered
The ivory keys have become callous
The music falls like drops of rain
Like the cool water flowing down a mountain river
It sings like gentle doves of the morning hour
It now glides like the angels on the clouds
Giving warning before the end
Whispering the message of the damned
So, little band, end the song...
"You are not Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Your blood will only condemn yourself."
...
~Michael Nash
Here is my newest piece of work simply entitled:
My Band, Your Song
Once more we play this song
A hand is raised, ready to strum those strings
Two hands are raised, ready to start the beat
Another pair tickle the ivories
A soft beat floats
It floats through the air
Only to those who can hear
Hear the message of the Fallen
So, little band, begin your song
Why should you spill your blood,
When no one else wants it?
To save us all?
You don't have that power
You're not Jesus Christ of Nazareth
Son of God
Quit trying to be the selfless martyr
You think you're doing something great
Cutting away with a butter knife
Slivers of your heart
Fall with the tears of whom you are trying to save
For you to play the Son of God
You became Ultimately Selfish
Pull the nails
Out of your arms
Or Death will take you
You brought him
You cried out for him
So now you have a decision to make
Die for no one?
Or live on for everyone?
Live for yourself
Before the public
Before the friends
The Love
Now the song plays
The hand nearly rips the strings
Two hands make the beat unnoticable with such speed
The sounds of rolling thunder
The gentle hands beat on the ivories
The music plays like a rock slide
It marches through the air
Commanding all attention
Crying out the message of the lost
So, little band, continue your song
Now I stand before you
We stand before youNo thunderous applause
You nailed yourself to a cross
What do you deserve?
Your blood does not bring a smile
Not even a joyful thought
Tears fall like snow
On a blood stained field
You haven't brought freedom!
Or justice!
Or even saved a heart!
I screamed!
Shouted!
Why couldn't you just follow your heart?!
It beats with a pulse like the rest of our hearts!
So now your blood spreads
Like Wildfire
Running through my fingers
Your thoughts have now become
One with the Fallen
You didn't save anyone
Instead, you killed everyone
With each drop of blood you lost
One person...
Became one...
With the Fallen...
Finally, the song comes to an end
The hand has ripped the strings apart
The sticks have shattered
The ivory keys have become callous
The music falls like drops of rain
Like the cool water flowing down a mountain river
It sings like gentle doves of the morning hour
It now glides like the angels on the clouds
Giving warning before the end
Whispering the message of the damned
So, little band, end the song...
"You are not Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Your blood will only condemn yourself."
...
~Michael Nash