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Treasure of life

Syridian — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 01:21:00 +0000

A world of beauty,
A world of pain,
The world in which my love remains,

A gift of life,
A gift of rain,
The gift in which my love sustains,

A life of trust,
A life of pain,
The life in which my love inflames,

A heart so true,
A heart so mine,
The heart which beats my love for you.

Booze doth Talk.

Syridian — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 07:21:00 +0000

If booze doth talk, as booze doth will then booze doth talk a hefty swill for thrice one night doth booze say “You will be fine the very next day” That next day come, and I’m rather ill So booze … Continue reading →

The World About Me Swirls.

Syridian — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 05:58:00 +0000

The world about me swirls
chaotic in nature just like pearls
Thoughts of lust and of love
Of the freedom of a dove

The world about me swirls
As a leaf on the breeze twirls
Thoughts of women and of wine
Dreams of one who isn’t mine

The world about me swirls
Just like shaved chocolate curls
Desires pull, hard to repel
Yet I must or go to Hell.

Closer to… Life.

Syridian — Sat, 24 Jun 2006 16:41:00 +0000

In his light do we thrive?
In his glory do we exist?
Does his power let us survive?
His word, shall we not resist?

Is history not written by the victors?
Is his book naught but good news?
Is the world just following blindly?
Does blind faith draw them to the pews?

Is belief easier than thinking?
Will faith really show us the way?
Is questioning the book blasphemous?
Do I as a human, have a right to my say?

Investigate all lifes truths.
Question all that you have been taught.
For belief and faith are one thing.
Truths true value is only evident when sought.

"Writer’s Block"

Syridian — Wed, 31 May 2006 00:37:00 +0000

I wanna write but the words won’t flow.
My hand stands still; stubbornly so.
Empty brain; writer’s block
Give it a boost of electric shock.
Something’s gotta get me going.
Something must get these damn words flowing.
Sick of staring at empty pages
Bloody writer’s block’s contagious!
Wish I knew who I caught it from -
I’d like to send them a letter bomb!
Bloody selfish wordless hack
Give my creativity back!

Ode to the Scribe

Syridian — Tue, 23 May 2006 03:26:00 +0000

Inspiration from afar, on how to be a wandering star, Life, it’s gift, used to unite, Yet dull it does Freedoms light, A soul born into the world is free, Yet grown, not so, as you can see. Copyright ©2006 … Continue reading →

Desire

Syridian — Mon, 15 May 2006 01:41:00 +0000

Her hair so red,
my heart I dread,
has locked my brain away.
her eye’s so blue,
my lust she drew,
and follow I must this day.