Poetry

[The_Hierophant]

I hate it
by:Hiero

I hate this realm and all I've gone through,
I hate you god for making it to.
All this misery and strife is all its been my whole life.
I hate you hate you god for making it possible,
I hate you for making it possible for others to bring me here.
I hate you god I've had enough.
I hate all that you make, because all I do is cry.
And when I'm dead, why then was I blead?
In the end I'll be dead and on high you rule,
but what happens to me in the end?
Poverty, misery, crying strife,
haven't I had enough?
Why then must I suffer, cry and blead?
While you rule on high with no tear or sigh?

 

[The_Hierophant]

Everything is inverted,
has been perverted,
I don't understand,
I don't know,
I don't care.

And as you rot away,
returning to dust,
what was it worth?
This body of husk?

Nothing you do matters,
you forget them,
and they forget you,
no matter what you do
there is nothing you can do.

Awakened and arisen, to only walk in slumber,
your not alive or awake,
but something worse.

Left is right,
up is down,
were burning in hell,
still I frown.

Wake up! They say,
to the truth,
when I open my eyes,
all I see it horror,
and a self inflicted demise.

I'm told how to live,
I'm told how to die,
but if I decide how to live and die,
I'm not a good guy.

 

[The_Hierophant]

Who defines me?

I am that I am, am I?
Who defines me and all that I am?
Who am I, what am I?


I was named, at a young age,
told to act, and how to be,
Why am I the way that I am?

Defined,
being,
empty.

Defined to be,
brought into being,
empty in being, defined as something.


I am empty as space,
I am as invisible as time,
I am vast as the ocean,
still I am nothing,
defined by nothing,
have come from nothing,
return to nothing.


As I came into being,
I come out of being,
but in all my time,
what was I?
This flesh,
this body,
this mind,
what was I?

 

[The_Hierophant]

The mysteries

Odd is this world,
that I exist in space,
I know not,
what is the human race?
I watch those above and those below,
I ponder and wonder why and where of
of things and what there circuits are;
In wonder and joy I smile,
but something touches my heart to the core,

Suffering, suffering, suffering!
I watch them live,
and I watch them die,
and still I wonder why?
Why did they come into being?
what must be done to make it so?
How is any of this possible?

Mystery, mystery, mystery!
Oh! How I wonder why,
but soon even I know,
that I am destined to die,
and still I know not why.

The swine, the snake, the fowl!
Desire grips me by the throat,
hatred blackened and charcoaled cremated care,
Ignorance of the suffering of others.
I desire what I cannot have,
I hate those I despise,
I ignore what I do not like.
The circle of suffering leads me astray,
as my body becomes a corpse,
my life is going away.

I come into being,
I grow,
I see,
I think,
I feel,
I get sick,
I get old,
I die,
I come out of being.


Mystery this life is, I wonder why or what it could have been,
but let my tears and fears go,
as I smile and watch the world go,
I let go, no longer to have or to keep,
it was never mind or so I thought,
here now,
my body rots,
and as I see the world I knew,
neither past or future but the moment,
seeing buildings on top of what was once dirt,
houses on what was once fields,
mans feet on earth,
mans wings in the sky,
mans spirit flying on high,
See how everything was and what is?
That which was, will soon disappear,
"oh! those days as it had been!"
Nothing ever changed, just things coming anew.

So you see, there's nothing to fear.

 

[The_Hierophant]

(start)
Contradiction, illusion, insanity

Up is down,
down is up,
left is right,
right is left,
good is evil,

My mind is burning,
but my environment is stable,
I’m being torn asunder,
why can’t they hear my screams?

My act is backwards,
my words inverted,
everything is egotistically perverted.


My thoughts are of me and only me,
my thoughts are only centered around
what I can see,
nothing else exist but me,
nothing is here accept
what I deem it to be.

Fear is crown,
cunning is scepter,
fear my motivator,
power my abuser,
it’s a means to an end,
with all my might;
this life is strife.

The trapezoid
Stuck in thought,
lower gate,
I go in circles
and await my fate,
duality is supreme,
and if I’m fit I’ll live in glee.
In circles I go,
around the trapezoid
the ego is hit,
always the same place
as I have just been.
Egoic thought
and egoic will,
still I’m trapped,
inside an animal will.
(end) (edited)
[11:56 AM]
(start)I write my feelings away,
soon my bones will wither and decay,
who will remember me
or recite my name?
Tis a brutish life we live,
here in the iron game.



Take, take, take.
Take as much as you can,
take what you can get,
Take as much from them as they would from you.

I have a mouth and I won’t scream

Tears I cry late at night,
wondering why and wherefore
of this perpetual strife,
misery, misery is my name
it’s the role I’ve been
called to play.

Still I must shout, but I can’t
“if your sad, your talking with the devil!”
“if you complain, you are a bad person!”
“if you deny my authority over you, you disobey god!”.
What a hell we live,
a life of sorrow and woe,
tis a game we play with wooden blocks
that soon go and fade away.
Alone at night my mind wonders,
thinking the time and night away,
I await the coming end of the human race.
I shout to those above and some below
“let your tears flow”.
(end)

 

[The_Hierophant]

What world would you like to see?

A world that can be,
a world that could be.
A place for you,
and a place me.

What world would you like to see?

I dream of a world where every man has a skill,
I dream of a world where every man knows how he feels.

A world where he can cry,
A world where he can die.

There's tons of things that could be,
but sometimes I feel,
like it won't be for me.

to take and steal is the way of thieves,
yet I see those with much wealth,
I see others starve
I see others die.

I watch them walk and talk
as if they breath,
Yet I know their dead inside,
perhaps the same as me.

So while I can fuck,
I think I should do it
and gamble on luck.

That's right god I've
had enough,
that's right god I'm calling your bluff!

 

[idfklma]

ok GrAY

Lmao

 

[Pixycel]

 

[BornToLose]

Poetrys me. I didn't read them all but the one called 'Who Defines Me' has some interesting ideas.