Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I'm a trapped, dark conscience activated when trauma begins.
A lifeless soul imprisoned within the bars of any mind.
I tempt to commit murder and other sinful acts.
I deceive and command, I am the evil in all.
For I spread far and across,
My name is Leigon, for we are many.
This voice, this thing in my head,
Leigon...we are many...
Self-rebirth into slashed wrists,
Leigon...for we are many...
Words I give are shards of glass shredding you to bits of agony, misery and depression,
Leigon...for we are many...
Souls you offer are souls I consume,
Leigon for we are many!
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 6:13 AM
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Friday, March 23, 2007
Simply saying this, i'm stating a fact.
Actions and words cause a huge impact-
Tell a fairytale with guts and gore.
Sadistic thoughts sodomising that Cinderelic whore.
Rape legalised by some twisted law,
Dying Snow White and her seven straws.
Eat that apple and eat it right,
This will be my fairytale tonight-
Once upon a god forsaken time,
Shadows crept to where the living and dead twined.
The gothic nun who bore pale skin,
Reciting her unholy hymn.
Where she passes living die,
Where she's going, immortals lie.
She crosses the yellow brick road,
Blessings of beastiality by a two-toed toad.
Her aim is to kill every tale at will,
Only then will happiness fill.
Like the red riding hood who was deceived by split tongue fox,
Which ended up in a 6-foot box,
She rides the land like Pan.
And on one of her trips she finds a trail of sweets,
Innocent though cunning, she follows where it leads.
Tasting each and loving many,
Amazed she didn't pay a penny.
Hansel and Gretel whom suffered the same fate,
Already knew that she was too late.
But our nun wasn't dumb, she knew what was coming.
A witch and a priest who looked awfully stunning.
With a smile she called her satanic mantra under her lips,
A poison rush of arrow head tips.
Penetrating and piercing through,
filled the world with red and green bloody goo.
Alas this sweet dream has come to an end.
Another satanic message I want to send.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 9:32 AM
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Thursday, March 22, 2007
Go up to the artic circle where fire dies,
Stripes of penguins of every type slides.
Come to sunny Singapore where snow is foam,
A big penguin sitting on chasity,
Striking out libertines and worshipping virginity,
Offspring of honest purity.
Her black heart painted white,
Colder than any ice queen.
Fabled through halls as the ugliest seen.
She shrills like pugatory, screams at the mist,
Eats her own shit and drinks her own piss.
Bitching about her god, screaming out his name.
Playing through her job like it's a fucking game.
In her presence we hold up the finger,
For those nightmares she gave us will forever linger.
A scar in my mind, her blood-dripping soul,
As the worst of our time, we give her the gold.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 8:49 AM
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Friday, March 16, 2007
What a week, drama camp, tennis compy and a party heh, that was yesterday and i'm totally bored now....anw
You've got yourself into a web of unwanted trouble.
And now your "friends" have all gone laughing away it takes double.
You twist and turn but you don't come loose.
A ridicule of the paths in life people choose.
It may seem fun at first but look at you now.
Looking left and right asking "How?"
this one i wrote yesterday on my phone.
Palm trees and a mixed cast sky,
Dimmed lights making emotion run high.
The smell of chlorene and the sound of silence,
The intimate feeling of mental violence.
and this one is rather a story of a serial killer.(actually was a tiny draft for my new story, the confessions of a pure sinner.)
Hatered binded within his blood,
Intertwined like a new-born flood.
He marked them one by one by removing a different number of body parts
First is one hand and second is two feet.
Third is two eyes and all the teeth.
Fourth was lucky, just all the limbs and nothing gory.
For the fifth and more you have to wait till i finish my story.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 8:37 PM
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Thursday, March 08, 2007
Hey my drama rehearsals have tightened and with the amounting homework and some outside assignments and medical problems...life can really fuck up sometimes.
Truth is I seriously have outbursts within my mind tempting me to procrestinate...which has somewhat already possessed me a little bit.
Pilgrims flock to spite this beast,
Mytared for damnation's release.
Sacrificed to cannibals and demons alike,
Burning rosaries and bibles through the night.
Worlds possessed of obscenities and evil
and the unknown plans of the political people.
Benighted by curses and scams,
Hidden messages of merciless plans.
Run your blood and cool this hell,
Imprisoned in our lonely cells.
In tunnel vision we seek mercy from the Lord of LIght,
Still evading eternal fright.
Within these four walls i view the world.
Emtomed in reality, an undiscovered pearl.
Secluded thoughts and mindless greed,
To see it all is one true need.
I'm an unblossomed flower, a touch-me-not,
Crushed in a stampede and left to rot.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 5:33 AM
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007
To my dear friend Grace...
I call this singing heartache.
You've let your obsession succumb to you.
Now you're ravaging through it all, it's suffocating you to a shattered heart.
But we all have lives to live and die, it'll only destroy you deeply. maybe reality has been too harsh, but we all have to roll over.
This is just an eclipse in your life and you just need time.
We're all one with heart, mind, body, soul and fantasy, but are we one with reality?
There is this monsterous blast and a thunderous impact.
It swept me so fast I'm reeling at ground zero.
Maybe it was a tidal wave or a terrorist attack,
or a comet of some kind or an alien invasion.
But maybe, just maybe it's not so bad,
it's love i'm feeling, my heart lands on a pad.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 4:49 AM
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{M.E. + T.}
To my dear friend Grace...
I call this singing heartache.
You've let your obsession succumb to you.
Now you're ravaging through it all, it's suffocating you to a shattered heart.
But we all have lives to live and die, it'll only destroy you deeply. maybe reality has been too harsh, but we all have to roll over.
This is just an eclipse in your life and you just need time.
We're all one with heart, mind, body, soul and fantasy, but are we one with reality?
There is this monsterous blast and a thunderous impact.
It swept me so fast I'm reeling at ground zero.
Maybe it was a tidal wave or a terrorist attack,
or a comet of some kind or an alien invasion.
But maybe, just maybe it's not so bad,
it's love i'm feeling, my heart lands on a pad.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 4:49 AM
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Saturday, March 03, 2007
To be anti-Christ in a city of believers has to be toughest,
a moon without the comfort of the stars...
Bombarded by Christian propaganda and blazing crosses.
In this world of lament and corruption and oh-so pitiful nature,
there is beauty and surely there is pain.
Wierd customs and beliefs makes me wonder how people put up
with people or things with an opposite mindset.
And of course there is some politics and media involved and in the middle of it all,
Lucifer sits and admires the dimension and scale of the web of corruption
and travesties he and religon caused...makes me chuckle.
Will there be resolution with the full package of a vigilante and his prevailing justice?
Or will it be otherwise?
It's E ='s mc-squared into a rubiks cube...where we have to wait and see.
Days have been harsh with homework and hobbies to tend to, so there is no better time to find a break other than now when i'm in the midst of ideas and creativity and total freedom to type a new peom for your entertainment. And in my infinate ammo of peotic expressions, i'm glad to say that i love the last three lines of this poem haha. Isn't it so cool? haha. anyway, i'd be best drafting the new chapter of my book, toodles.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 6:30 AM
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