Unforgiven
By Louis Gardner

You talked to me so sweetly,
Then turned and walked away.
I hated myself for angering you,
And making you turn away.
My life was pointless,
And seemed to near its end.
And all you could do was say,
"I just want to be your friend."
Well, I felt that was all I would get,
So I came at your beck and call.
But little did I realize,
You were setting me up for another fall.
And after I had been scarred again,
I finally saw your plot.
You had used me just to further fun,
And pain was all I got.
So now I've started to heal my heart,
And you want to play some more.
But I won't let you burn my Soul,
Or char my spirit's core.
So now you're unforgiven,
The first to earn my hate.
And if you ever regretted it,
Now it is too late.

The Tiger
by William Blake

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Illusions
by Louis Gardner

Falling, tumbling,
Twisting, turning.
Hearts are broken,
Bleeding, burning.
All around us,
We see pain.
We lower our eyes,
Turn our heads in shame.
We won't admit,
What we have done.
We will not face,
What we've become.
Another death,
Another life.
Created in love,
Destroyed in strife.
Another person,
On the street.
Another with,
No food to eat.
Another disease,
That causes pain,
It's incurable,
Yet we try in vain.
Another war,
Of which we tell.
Many more deaths,
We'll burn in hell.
Preachers preach,
Of brimstone and fire.
Everyone wants salvation,
Everyone is a liar.
We live, we fight,
We love, we die.
All to catch,
A heavenly eye.
We live, we fight,
We love, we die.
And all this to catch,
An illusion's eye.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
by Dylan Thomas

 Do not go gentle into that good night,
 Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
 Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
 Because their words had forked no lightning they
 Do not go gentle into that good night.
 Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
 Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
 Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
 And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
 Do not go gentle into that good night.
 Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
 Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
 Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
 Do not go gentle into that good night.
 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The Process
by Louis Gardner

From the moment we are born,
We all begin to die.
And yet when one doth pass away,
All we ask is, "Why?"
This mortal shell won't shield us,
From the Reaper's dark onslaught.
We all must go some time in life,
Wishing to or not.
His steel scythe doth slash and scrape,
To remove your immortal soul,
And send it on to Heaven or Hell,
Above or down below.
Now hear me all ye mortals,
Who seek eternal life:
You shall never find it,
Within this world of light.
So remember for us all,
There comes a certain time,
When everyone who is living,
Must step up to that line.
And on, and on forever more,
This morbid march's bend,
But remember that all beginnings,
Come from another beginnings end.

Jabberwocky
by Lewis Carrol

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

The Fight
by Louis Gardner

Spin and turn,
A cut that burns,
The fight is all,
Do not stall.

You're losing time,
Another line.
Cut and block,
Before you turn and walk.

Piercing eyes,
Screaming cries,
Throes of death,
From the dark heath.

Light cascades,
Off the blades,
Rhythmic clangs,
From steel fangs.

Shocking screams,
Reddened metal gleams.
It is done,
There's only one.

A tear falls,
And distant calls,
Mercy from God,
For Thou downtrod.

Simplicty of the Heart
by Louis Gardner

I handed you my heart,
And you just turned away.
Your rejection tore me apart,
And still does to this day.

Cupids white dart,
Shot on it's way,
Hit my heart,
And made my mind sway.

You wouldn't have me,
And turned away your fair face,
I was left so lonely,
In a cold, empty place.

My heart has returned to me,
I have left the love-life race,
Of pain I don't want any,
As I learn my place.

Simplicity of the heart,
Is what I've come to find.
Simplicity of the heart,
And simplicity of the mind.

Fighting Chance
by Louis Gardner

Tears well up,
You think you've failed.
Your last voyage,
You think you've sailed.
You start to cry,
Pain takes hold.
No more do you wish,
To feel sick and cold.
But deep inside,
You cannot let go.
So you push yourself onto your feet,
And leave the ground below.
You hold back all your tears,
And take it bit by bit,
All the while determined,
That you will never quit.
And now you feel warmth,
And you gain a memory,
Of overcoming all the odds,
And tasting victory.

The Graveyard
by Louis Gardner

Feel the quiet as it creeps through your mind,
As the dark takes hold and leaves you blind.
You recoil in reflex, scared of what might be there,
Lurking in the murky, graveyard air.
You reach out for support and nothing you find,
Slowly you walk and a strange path you wind.
You search all your senses for some clue of the world,
But unbeknownst to you, reality's unfurled.
The ground beneath you now starts to give way,
You fall through an acrid, steaming spray.
Your mouth opens wide, and primal terror comes out,
In horrifed screams and terrified shouts.
You fall, and plummet, and tumble on down,
And yet never once do you hit ground.
The falling continues, and the air rushes past,
As you realize the truth, you wake with a gasp.
Safe in your bed, secure in your sheets,
You were imagining it all in your sleep.

The Christmas Long Forgotten
by Louis Gardner

Christmas time is here again,
Gathering money and gathering friends.
We go into debt to show that we care,
A present-less Christmas we would not dare.
But Santa is dying, no faith has he left,
No more Christmas presents will he have left.
The magic is faded and fantasy gone,
And poor Santa Claus is pulled right along.
We’ve all turned our backs on society’s pains,
Flushed all our worries down materialism’s drains.
We don’t stop to think of the message of God,
That all should be kind to the weary, down trod.
For they are our brothers and family dear,
But, once again, these words hit deaf ears.
No one wants to share of their gift,
To help another spirits uplift.
They all hide away and squander their things,
And no more happiness this season brings.
The love and the joy is replaced by stress,
What is the culprit of this crime and mess?
The children so loving and children so sweet,
Have changed to the burden of toy gifts and treats,
That every year they want more and more,
And never once to care for the poor,
Who huddle in boxes and back alley sills,
Trying to stay themselves from starvation and chills.
The children will screech and children will cry,
If the right toy their parents don’t buy.
Why do we ask of so much on this day?
Why do we no longer, just kneel and pray?
All sects of faith and all gods up on high,
Could understand these prayers for clear skies,
For wars now to end, and poverty’s death,
To bring another child and save a man’s breath.
But these things we can’t simply just do,
This act my friends, is too complicated, too.
To simply pray is offensive to some,
Just like to sing of a boy and his drum.
Why do we hate during a time of great joy?
When we celebrate peace for each girl and boy?
We never can turn to our fellows with a smile,
And help them along this roughest life mile.
So with heavy heart and fading grin,
Santa’s grace gives way to sin.
Greed and pride he watches overcome,
All the work and good deeds he’s done.
Presents unwrapped and shivering poor,
Trash can fires and holly wreathed doors,
Carols are silent and children are loud,
As sleep settles like Christ’s death shroud.
Another “Xmas” come and more money spent,
As the true meaning from Christmas is wrent.
So no more stars water Heaven with tears,
And angels weep as they ready their spears.
Alas, we’ve lost sight of what we should praise,
And money and plastic on high we do raise.
A mockery of joy this glorious day is made,
When into this world our savior was bade.

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