Breathe!

[Sinseria]

Bitter truths in a bed of lies
Cut tired hearts with tired eyes

Tears of their veins are traced with a blade
A price that's repaid with a longing touch

Always neglected
That soul forever damned and infected
To believe that much of what never enough was
is more than it needed to be

first and foremost I would like to say thank you ever so kindly for your feed back and input I most welcome all input and pointers and critiques !! ...

this piece was a very emotional time for me ...wrote it in five minutes flat ...and I must say I LOVE the "cut tired hearts with tired eyes" hehe I might steal that for a future poem kk if it meets with your approval ! However ...I have put this piece on the chopping board now ! will post it when I am finished!

and again thank you for your input!

 

[Sinseria]

Bitter Truths REVISED

ok ...so I kinda used your idea ...with the tired eyes and tired heart thing ...but my mind just kept going and like reworked most of it so ill post both versions ...so that way everyone shall be on the same page ...if anyone else is reading along with us and didn't see the original im not sure which I like better though ...I do understand the always neglected stanza needed a change ...as I thought that when I wrote it But it fit at the time!


ORIGINAL version


Bitter truths
In a bed of lies
A naive fool
Bound with ties

Truth cuts
Deeper than any blade
Pierced in the heart
A price forever paid

Tears of my veins
Can’t ease the pain
Drawn upon blood
The hurt remains

Longing for a touch
Always neglected
The soul forever
Damned and infected

The fool to believe
Love wasn’t broken
Yet in the end
Merely played as a token

Lies of love
Typed in bold
The broken heart
To the truth told



REWORED version


Bitter truths
In a bed of lies
A naive fool
Bound with ties

In betrayal of the blind
As eyes to see the unspoken
Silenced in deception to believe
Love wasn’t broken

Truth cuts tired hearts
Deeper than any blade
Sliced with delusion
The price forever paid

Longing for acceptance
Ordained as the rejected
The soul forever
Damned and infected

Tears of my veins
Can’t ease the pain
Drawn upon blood
The tired eyes remain

Lies of love
Typed in bold
The broken heart
To the truth told

 

[Sinseria]

Into The Darkness

Into the Darkness


Into the darkness I dream again,
this tainted devils vision I do crave.
Taken and tempted held captive by will,
upon my neck its collar remains engraved.

Into the darkness I lust again,
its sinful infliction I do bear.
Defiled and tormented by its wicked deeds,
upon my wrists its bands I do wear.

Into the darkness I desire again,
a depraved obsession burning deep inside of me.
Exposed and naked helpless to its darkest needs,
upon my knees its evil merely claiming me.

Into the darkness I bleed again,
in the chains of servitude I am bound.
Whipped and beaten by this shameless sin,
upon my ankles its shackles are found.

Into the darkness I suffer again,
this plaguing anguish deep inside.
Boiling and churning like a devils plague,
upon my soul its blatant scars I do hide.

Into the darkness I dream again,
this tainted vision my heart does crave.
These dark secrets of my starving soul,
upon my lips its secrets engraved.

 

[Sinseria]

Promise of Pain

Promise of Pain


Upon my barren chest,
the blade does scribe.
Not as friend or foe,
but a lover of my soul.

Upon bended knees,
my mind did protest.
with lustful steel,
my heart did insist.

Gently born on flesh,
its virgin blade cut true.
Through flesh and veins,
it does part my lusting soul.

Quivering lips
ravished breathe
upon tender duress
claimed by sacred steel.

With blood red tears,
coursing from my veins.
A painted canvas on flesh,
as such beauty is made.

The dance of blades,
now adorned with flesh,
to purge neurotic bliss,
with the promise of pain.

 

[Sinseria]

Serving Soul

Serving Soul


Welcome one and all,
to the inner most depths of my soul.
Lying dormant in each of us,
is a writer’s design,
I humbly welcome you into mine.
I pray you …cast me not from your side,
but dance with me in my darkness,
as this is only my mind.

Here before you,
I sit in tattered pose,
summoning strength from above.
By candlelight sunder,
my words I do compose,
from the flickering darkness,
of my crying heart..

Unto you alone,
I shall free all that stands silent,
in the hidden depths of my soul.

Here you will find;
words written in verse and rhyme,
bound in emotions to the test of time.
As I am now and since …and forevermore
the troubled essence of emotions.
Traversing a path so deep, so sincere,
as the gift of my words are freely given.

Shameful realities of pain,
in a life of secrets and distain.
Tainted seduction of my soul,
by lovers and Masters unknown.
The deceit in a web of lies,
of a happy life bound in sorrow.
The darkness brought into life,
smoldering the light of tomorrow.

Here you will not find;
painted trees and honey bees,
no lollipops and rainbows.
Here you will find my truths,
the secrets of my serving soul.

 

[Sinseria]

Lord and Master

Lord and Master




As the night winds whisper,
in a cadence to the dark.

It is there you will find me,
upon my knees in lustful pose.
Before my Lord and Master,
the one I’ve never known.

He will take from me,
all that is rightfully his.
He will transcend into my heart,
and erase all the pain I’ve known.

Cast down my sins and demons,
from the sight of his own eyes,
to replenish me with his own.

His hands upon my barren flesh,
will cause the world to tremble.
As my body will be his canvas,
a painted picture to his core.

With such blazing passion,
no mortal man could abide.
For he will be my salvation,
and I his darkened soul.

His mind and words will take me,
to a realm of fantasy and pleasure.
Were we will dance in sins yet told,
to sweet secret whispers of eternity.

In this darkened image of rapture,
my obedience will be forever known.
For at his feet I will kneel in service,
with eyes cast down in a devoted pose,
and lay before him my immortal soul.

As a gift freely given
to the glory of his name,
and I will call him forever
… Lord and Master.

 

[Sinseria]

Human Faith

Human Faith



You lit the way
You did your best
You took on the world
And past its test

Now your soul can rest

The evil in the world
Kept our minds conceiving
Through pain and torment
You kept on cleaving

For your life gave such meaning

You stood for your belief
You took the bet
And paid the toll
We’re in your debt

And for that we will never forget …

Through your dreams
We kept dreaming
Through your strength
We kept believing …

Your magical weaving

Unto you I bow
My weary head
With all my thanks
For the life you lead

 

[Sinseria]

Fixtures on the Wall

Fixtures on the Wall



We are the servants
Of this mortal world
We are the ones
Just a shadow in time

We are the fixtures on the wall
Look at it …
Look at it fall
Shattered glass on the ground
Broken pieces all around

Just a memory lost in time
An image of the past
A forsaken thought
Of a forbidden time

The memory hangs us all
Like the paintings on the wall
We will surely fall
Look at us …
Look at us fall

A simple wish to carry on
Immortality within the mind
Through the memory of time
Our destiny we shall bind

 

[Sinseria]

Broken Brick

my daily poem hehe one of them ...im going to paint have fun guys !!!



Broken Brick
https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/broken-brick

Perched on the shelf of misery
As the breath of life is drawn from me
Stilled in tears that are never free

Caressed on the edge of destiny
Rapt in dreams of sweetened ecstasy
As if some forgotten fantasy

The void of love drawn from me
As the lips of poison to my empathy
To bathe in the death of me

Another broken brick laid for the century

 

[JanneE]

Awfully quiet in here...

 

[Sinseria]

Awfully quiet in here...

heh you being sincere or sarcastic ...I have been off painting today! debating stanza's in my head for Remecs 5 sense challenge ...great poem followed by very interesting senses ...pondering two responses for it ...


here is one for you ...I wrote this piece after 9-11



Objects of Destruction


See the children screaming in their beds
Howling sounds of fear and dread
As they fly through the air
Whistling noises of deaths consumption

See the blood before us
See the life we shed
Look what we have done
Just what have we become

See the mothers screaming agony
As they lose faith in all humanity
Here it comes through the sky
Claiming deaths sweet fatality

See the blood before us
See the life we shed
Look what we have done
Just what have we become

See the fathers screaming vengeance
Not believing in death and all that’s dead
As it comes from the sky
Carrying on its wings deaths possession

See the blood before us
See the life we shed
Look what we have done
Just what have we become …
Objects of destruction

 

[Sinseria]

Our Reign

this one to came with that one ...



Our Reign

The fires are burning in the sky
While the demons play with your mind
Is it truly time for us to die
As you destroy our manly kind

Could you bear it
Could you …do you think
To kill us all
Could we take the fall

Send out the invitations to one and all
Theirs a whole world to be claimed
Come on lets have a grand ball
Pronounce yourself a God with your claim to fame

Do you care …as I do
Do you really care
Would the power get to your head
Now that you’re a God and all is dead

Time for the ball has come …all is done
The music plays …you dance alone
Look around there’s no one to attend
What fame or glory could this mend

Can you see it …as I do
Can you see it …can you
A world torn in two
Now our reign is threw

A life without a breath
A body without a soul
Lost within the grasp of death
Who oh who could pay such a toll

Would you dare
Would you truly dare …would you
To face the demons in your mind
And pay the price for all mankind

Give it time you will hear them
The words of the dead long since past
Don’t worry bout them …there at rest
Its only your mind …seems to be fading fast

 

[JanneE]

That's very sad. No I was being sincere. What did you paint?

 

[Sinseria]

That's very sad. No I was being sincere. What did you paint?

still life ...water trees ...blue skies and clouds ...little walk way hidden in the brushes ...at least that's what its suppose to look like ...I paint a lot of still life nature and almost always water of some sort heh

 

[JanneE]

heh you being sincere or sarcastic ...I have been off painting today! debating stanza's in my head for Remecs 5 sense challenge .

I had not seen that until just now. I don't like the winter.

 

[Sinseria]

I had not seen that until just now. I don't like the winter.

oh it wasn't a winter picture more like night skies and dark type scenerie no snow at all!

 

[Sinseria]

5 sense challenge

Forgotten to Love


She lays down her soul
And a copy of the mornings newspaper
On the alter to the gods
Weary, worn fouled with the stench of sweat
As if from the life of hard work
The labor of love

Ears of the masses open to hear
As the man of god begins his speech
Inflamed with passions of sin
Read as if by the lips of god himself
Dripping as the blood of Christ from his lips
And devoured by the masses as if grapes sweetened to taste
Each word engraved with a sting across their flesh
As if newsprint typed in brail from some archaic device
While he reads your crimes and sins from his fingertips trailing your life
Then he continues as with passages and scriptures from the good book

“Love thy brother, thy sister, thy friend and foe, thy saint and sinner”

She lays down her white flag upon her mislead soul
Crinkled, torn and the edges fraying as if made from sheered polyester fabric
Ripped and shredded from edge to edge
While she wonders if he truly knows the words he spews
How they fall upon deaf ears
As the world has forgotten to believe
And the dead no longer care
While her tears fall like devil's rain
As the cover page of the newspaper reads
As if gifts of the human race
Another devilish deed
Another war
Another mass murder
Crimes against humanity
And every god known since
As another child lies dead
And yet she wonders if there is anyone left to care
As we are all the condemned
In a world that has forgotten to love thy fellow man

 

[Sinseria]

Dare to Believe

Dare to Believe


Our sacred vows are sealed
In a tomb of mans design
Vague is their eternal whispers
In the depths of bitter desolation
And all hallowed despair
Yet,
We still dare to dream
In the solace of our sanctity
We hope for preservation
While we lay our weary head
In our bed of darkened stone
Though obscure in our faith
We still dare to believe

 

[JanneE]

Hell yeah I like that one.

 

[Sinseria]

Hell yeah I like that one.

YAYAYAYA Thank you! Dare to Believe I am assuming?

 

[JanneE]

Yes that one

 

[Sinseria]

Yes that one

I am humbled thank you!

 

[Sinseria]

Vixen Whore

Vixen Whore


There’s a place in my mind
Where obsessions burn
Raging beyond the fires of hell

Where wants and needs are petty things
Where desires are like toys and fickle dreams
As a match upon a bed of oil …watch them explode!

As the whore of my soul does arise
Like a vial of liquid wetness
Raging through my veins

As every breathe, every whimper
Exhaled into life becomes a waking sin
An obsession so great it consumes

Every touch, every feel
Every diabolical sensation
Wakens to never ending temptation

The desires, the fetishes …are like little games
Begging, needing taking …fuck them all
To the desperate whore inside

Arousing such enticement
Degrading life bound in fetishes
Rapt in services of a slave

Such filthy unstoppable cravings
Upon the matchbook of my soul
Bathed upon my crucifix …to taste them all

No control, no salvation,
No self made Master,
To contain,
The desperate fucking need.

No redemption, no forgiveness,
No penance payable,
For the deprived.

Scorned and welted flesh,
In pain and blood
To appease the obsessions,
Of a vixen whore in raw fucking need!

 

[Sinseria]

Find its Way

Find its Way


Before you
Shines an empty screen
In the desolation of your existence
As you ponder life

Wondering in truth
What its meant to be
Another misshapen future
To an uncertain destiny

You
And you alone
Can bear witness
To time and life denied

As you built your castle in the sky
Erected like a cathedral in your mind
Laid the mortar between the stones
And sent your fantasies to die

Laced your soul in vane
Amongst the structured frame
Braced in the steel and chains
And left it to decay

Kissed the blade of empathy
Let it carve its way to your heart
As deliverance to its steel steeple
In pillars of salvation by pain

There is no demon
That will hold you now
There is no saving grace
On the courtyard to dismay

So alone you stay
Behind yourself made walls of shame
Praying for the heart
To find its way


https://soundcloud.com/sinseria/find-its-way

 

[Sinseria]

To The Dead

To the dead,

Every tombstone has a story to tell about the person beneath it and the journey in life the dead once had. To those of you who have already died and lay within the Earth’s womb, I offer to you my most humble debt of gratitude. Today, as I walked around a graveyard I read aloud your names along each tombstone. Each one had read like a brief chronicle of the dead giving the dates you each were born and the years you died. I could not help but notice that every name had been carved in stone, but the roads you all paved with your own flesh and bones had gone unknown.

I give thanks to you, the doctors and scientists who created cures for the common cold. I give thanks to you, the old who gave birth to the young and let them breathe anew. I give thanks to you, the actors and singers who made the world unique. I give thanks to you, the criminals who taught us that the world is not always a fair or a nice place to be. I give thanks to you, the writers and poets who made words to express life and emotions. I give thanks to you, the common person who had to adhere to them all. With my most cherished thanks to you, the dead, for the life each of you led.

I wonder what the chronicle of our lives will say when they too are carved into the stone. “Here lies someone whose story and life’s deeds go unknown.” In time we have forgotten those that have gone before us, the young and even the old. Your names and life’s deeds may have been forgotten but the imprint you have left on the world will never fade. Unto you, the dead, I bow my weary head with all my appreciation for the life each of you led.

Sincerely,


Sinceria