The Dead Poet

Eat my body, drink my blood,
It takes away your sin,
Obey my words and fear my name,
And you shall change within.

Worship me with every breath,
For rewards never seen,
I promise you an afterlife,
Paradise pipe-dreams.

Sing my hymns, adore my birth,
And I will grant you bliss,
Read my book, obey my words,
Worship ignorance.

My way is the only way,
The holy and the good,
A truly blessed, god-fearing man,
Does everything he should.

I dreamed of you the other day,
But in the dream your face was gray,
Faded by the hourglass,
Whose sand grains mark time’s lovely pass.

I remembered you a month ago,
The memory was opaque though,
A scent or glimpse of something new,
That brought a sense of Deja Vu.

A year ago you haunted me,
Dreaming oh so vividly,
Awake, asleep, the dreams remained,
Drowning deeply, all in vain.

Four years ago I held your hand,
Before the tumble of the sands,
Blissful kiss in ignorance,
Blind belief in true romance.

A decade passed since first we met,
A heartbeat skipped spawned such regret.

Send me out of time to a place I used to know,
Where flowers still smell beautiful,
And the stars still have their glow.

Take me back into the past before the world turned dull,
Before the flowers lost their scent,
And each face became a skull.

Remove me from this empty place built by deceitful lies,
Away from painful memories,
Of the ones I so despise.

Bring me back into the world where the Knight still saves the day,
Away from this reality,
Where evil now holds sway.

Please won’t you take me back in time to the place I loved to live,
Before the romance in me died,
And I still had much to give.

I dreamed of you the other day,
But in the dream your face was gray,
Faded by the hourglass,
Whose sand grains mark time’s lovely pass.

I remembered you a month ago,
The memory was opaque though,
A scent or glimpse of something new,
That brought a sense of Deja Vu.

A year ago you haunted me,
Dreaming oh so vividly,
Awake, asleep, the dreams remained,
Drowning deeply, all in vain.

Four years ago I held your hand,
Before the tumble of the sands,
Blissful kiss in ignorance,
Blind belief in true romance.

A decade passed since first we met,
A heartbeat skipped spawned such regret.

Eat my body, drink my blood,
It takes away your sin,
Obey my words and fear my name,
And you shall change within.

Worship me with every breath,
For rewards never seen,
I promise you an afterlife,
Paradise pipe-dreams.

Sing my hymns, adore my birth,
And I will grant you bliss,
Read my book, obey my words,
Worship ignorance.

My way is the only way,
The holy and the good,
A truly blessed, god-fearing man,
Does everything he should.

I desire to reveal to you the lovely things I see,
The beauty and the goodness and how much you mean to me,
I want to craft for you a mirror built within my eyes,
Framed with azure irises that never tell a lie.

I wish my words to reach you in your broken, little heart,
And mend the wounds you’ve suffered that tore your world apart,
I yearn to paint a picture with the visions in my head,
Daydreams for a paint wheel and a brush of things unsaid.

These little boons I wish for whenever there’s a chance,
First star tonight, a matching time, a genie in a lamp,
The tiny wishes comfort me, though they remain ungranted,
For only one wish doth exist to the true Hopeless Romantic.

You cannot kill a fairy tale, but you can break its heart,
There exist no happy endings, it was written at the start,
These fairy tales are bastardized by those who wish to see,
A goodness lurking in the world, that’s really just a dream,
A heart that’s true is nothing in a world that’s full of false,
Rip it from your bitter chest, you’ll never feel a pulse.

You cannot kill a fairy tale, for they have been extinct,
Slaughtered all, so long ago, “true love” is now succinct,
Happily ever after becomes once upon a time,
And the people smile helplessly, though they’re broken deep inside,
Once love meant forever, but now it lasts a week,
And the next in line is so sublime that we can’t resist a peek.

You cannot kill a fairy tale, though for them you can wish,
First star of night you see tonight could grant to you your bliss,
But this is not a fairy tale, this is sweet reality,
And the blissful wish with every kiss fades a little more to dream,
And the dreams they fade to nightmares, as the chances fade away,
You cannot kill a fairy tale, but its heart can always break.

I will say good-bye again and wander on my way,
And swiftly you’ll forget me with every passing day,
I’ve said good-bye so many times, with needles in my chest,
Watched them watch me walk away and never feel regret.

I spent no wish to say farewell, I always dreamed to stay,
But you never seem to speak the words I’m desperate you’ll say,
So I will walk away once more, my heart again stripped bare,
And I will watch you watch me leave, without a hint of care.

Apologies for loving you are tickling my tongue,
I swallow each and every one and then begin to run,
For once I chased to be replaced, mistakes I shan’t repeat,
And no one seems to argue once I start to move my feet.

I never blamed you for your feelings, I never hated you at all,
I simply dreamed of silly things and slowly slipped to fall,
I’m oh so sorry for myself, the way I’ve always been,
So just once more I’ll walk away and bury it again.

So many feelings he thought he’d forgotten,
Hopelessly, woefully, vainly besotted,
An oath not to fall, broken and shattered,
A heart full of fear, scattered and battered,
Butterflies breed in a stomach so empty,
Daydreams tantalize, so blissful and tempting.

Vague memories of a time before madness,
Intrude on the poet, swallowed by sadness,
The pen scribbles slowly across the page,
Granting silent voice to inexorable rage,
A rhyme for the sorrows, a rhyme for the tears,
Thousands of lines speaking softly of fears.

Memories mingle and mix with the present,
Hist’ry repeats, once again less than pleasant,
Remembrance screams to re-lock the door,
And repress the daydreams the memories abhor.

However, within the visions of pain,
A feeling so fleeting, almost in vain,
An honor, a duty, a promise to keep,
The reason to wake from each nightmarish sleep,
For once long ago, before he was broken,
The poet was gifted two carved wooden tokens.

Gripping the wood tightly between his fingers,
The rhymer remembers the feelings that lingered,
Terrified, yet entranced, he gingerly reaches,
For the strength deep inside he once thought depleted,
The author finds solace in the honor he kept,
Despite all the tears that were never quite wept.

Once more finds the courage to risk for a wish,
All that he has for the bliss of a kiss,
The Knight smiles gently, his gaze on the sky,
Cloudless, unbroken azure mirrors his eyes,
Takes up his old sword, rusted by grief,
Relief, oh so sweet, and a promise to keep.

Whispering wistfully under his breath,
The Knight makes his new promise with no hint of regret.

pajamaswag:

I can give you all the things of which you’ve always dreamed,
Smiles, kisses, oh so bliss, and feelings never seen,
We could travel ‘cross the world and gaze upon the moon,
Sleep beneath the starry sky and never wake too soon.

I would grant you fairy tales if you simply wished them true,
Wake you with a kiss and fit you with a shoe,
Ride a flying carpet and climb a head of hair,
Slay a deadly dragon and meet a stony stare.

I’m the Knight you sometimes read of in the silly story books,
With the honor and the loyalty but never quite the looks,
My shining armor rusted by the lonely, passing years,
My heart battered and broken from a million unshed tears.

Have you ever wished so woefully for happy ever after,
But ran away so terrified at first hint of disaster?
Are you still caught up so cautiously in once upon a time?
If so then let me free you with a key of new-forged rhymes.

I’ll show you this forgotten thing they once called “true romance,”
If you could only bring yourself to gift me with a chance.

Damn sometimes I amaze myself. Its been a long time since I’ve liked anything I’ve personally written this much.

I hope you guys enjoy it too ._.