Part Druid Part Barbarian's blog: "Poems by me"

Still beaten soul and furious heart,bloodlust for ages and cold steel hand.
Death to the righteous but honor the fallen, price is pain and reward never-ending.
Rivers of blood and loss of will, bodies to bury and children to do it.
Reaper came knocking and left well trodden, darkness came and stayed till the end.
Barren earth became red and sky became black, fumes of burnt flesh and souls not at rest.
This is war, this is hate, and bodies like landmines to the mind litter this land, from hatred
Of difference that we misunderstand, wisdom came not and will never yet.

In the widow's hour was I conceived through the mourning of the dawn and feasting of the day.
On the morrow in the dark of night will I shine like the moon in radiant heat for love of life ill deceived.
Within this shallowed shell of hates embrace should I leave and wake in fields of silky green.
I wish with all my will that I were able to steal the scent of heather and rose to give with sweet abandon.
Could I love with expanding sight I would bring it with me through all my days and deaths touch I would evade.
With the light of day beyond my side in the willowed winter of this day my love would grow to hear the whisper of my fate.
The stars in the eyes of the heavens scattered clouds and winds can heal this sickly and withered heart of mine.

Tonight I sit on the moon
My eyes filled with stars
And my mind filled with dreams
Of the life I will meet in my celestial orbit,
Short and green,
Tall and blue
It wont matter
They shall speak in odd little ways
With clicks and pops
And I will simply smile,
They will come from places I never heard of
And teach me of their ways
Making me better for it
And I will smile
Thank them and go back to my moon
Sit and dream of what is out there
View the crab and dragon dancing with the lion and Orion
Blasting with some metal,
I love my moon and the things in it.

This rose I keep within me is black
From days gone by of fear and dread
This rose that is for you is withered
From this pain I feel and do not write of
This rose I have planted is wilted and dead
From having me as the planter of the seed
This rose I do not know is harsh and thorny
From being grown within an undead shell
This rose I keep within will stay within
For it can not grow in light of day
This rose is not a rose but a flower of doom
It will be the only rose my heart will see.

I am a ragdoll, stitched crudely and with many mistakes,
I fall apart at the lightest tug in the wrong place, and
Get mended, but I will never be the same, stuffing
Falls out, and I am torn, my only friend is love, love
From the one who made me, love from the ones who
Play with me, they see past the bad stitching, past
The rips and tears, past the little patches over my
Body, and past my imperfect frame, I know I am not
Perfect, and I do not want to be, I am loved because
I am different, and I am something special.

I do not have your skill with words,
Nor do I possess the meaning of my own existence,
I do not wish to see your heaven or your hell,
I have both of my own within me and you're not invited,
I do not know what will happen to my family when I die,
But I do know they will be safe, because I will assure it,
I do not know how to kill for a cause I don't believe in,
And I will not learn because you got yourself into it,
I do not know you, but I am not you, and not like you
I am just me, and no one can ever change me.

I can smell the cold
And feel the night,
I can see my breath
Though lack of light
And hear the souls
Of long since dead,
I can taste their blood
With fear and dread
And I know there back
From deep within,
My soul now aches
With thoughts from
Past lives relived again.

I saw you today, laying on the side of the road,
Your tongue hanging out of your bleak, expressionless face,
You had died, who knows how long ago, I don't want to know,
Some cruel, emotionless human hit you, and you fell to its hate,
They will never know the life they destroyed, only that they did,
But believe me, poor soul, for your death I mourn,
You were taken too quick in this world,
I will never know why you were in the street, but I do care,
Maybe you were a stray, maybe some small girls love,
But for your death, I do cry, and mourn for another innocent lost,
I wish I could have saved you, with my own being if need be,
But I know you don't blame the person that murdered you,
Its not in the hearts of beasts till put there by humans,
I believe you lead a good life, and for that I am proud,
I don't know your name, but you will be with me forever.

This is an artificial world, a place where you can
Buy "perfection" with your
Soul, a world with a species that only destroys to
Create ugliness and hate,
A world with artificial tears and artificial tits, a
World of fake furs and
Mass produced love in a pill, this place where you
Get told you're wrong and crazy
Because you're not an automaton with preprogrammed
Responses to what's
"popular", I don't want to live in this world, I
Will not be made of plastic and made
To do what you want, make me real.

So cold these times have become
Lives no longer matter
Wars pass and whip back like the breath from the reaper
Sins have become meaningless
Evil has become revered
Honor has faded from the minds of the worlds population
Money has become a life-form
Difference means you're unwelcome
Society is nothing more than the rulers and their rules.