Periphery

Posted: December 19, 2014 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Periphery

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

They say the eye is the window to the soul.
You can see a persons good in their eyes.
And their evil.
A looking glass to the soul.
An eye reveals who someone truly is.

But what of your periphery?
That forgotten component of this looking glass.
Your periphery is a nexus for your imagination.
An object seen in the corner of your eye could become anything.
A friend?
A threat?
A mystery?

Was that shape a killer?
Was that flash a specter?
Was that shadow a monster?
Was that light an angel?
The corner of your eye could be benevolent.
Or it could be treasonous.
It depends on your imagination.

Do you dream of love and peace in this world?
Or do you perhaps dream of carnage and villains?
Do you imagine worlds of shadow and mystery?
Then look to your periphery vision.
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The Master Thief

Posted: December 17, 2014 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

The Master Thief

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

There is a criminal in the city,
A dreaded master thief,
Not afraid to hunt in the daylight,
Clad in black,
And with a scarlet cloth around his neck,
He creeps in brand new brogues.

Hunting house to house,
Man or woman,
Rich or poor,
Young or venerable,
Homeless or sheltered,
He cares not,
For he views all wealth as his own.

Payslips,
Bank accounts,
Wallets,
Hidden stashes,
They all belong to him,
For he is the master thief,
He owns the bank.

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Red Stamp

Posted: December 16, 2014 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Red Stamp

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

New Monday.
New week.
Same old work.
Same old desk.
Boss is a bigot.
Bored of life.
Hate working at the warrant office.

Case-file 1.
First of many.
20 something female.
Artist.
No native family.
Boring.
Sentenced to termination.

Case-file 2.
Getting hungry now.
Young infant.
Found on the border.
Parents shot dead by security nearby.
Impressionable.
Sentenced to indoctrination.

Case-file 3.
Young foreign couple.
Boring.
Sentenced to termination.
Can’t wait for work to end.
Hate this tedious job.
Nothing interesting ever happens at the warrant office.

This red termination stamp is getting worn out too.

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Venom in the Veins

Posted: December 13, 2014 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Venom in the Veins

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Get me to the emergency room,
There’s venom in my veins,
It courses,
Seething with every heartbeat,
Bubbling,
Effervescent,
The venom is in my blood,
And my blood is the venom.

Cut me with your dirty looks and superfluous words,
Blood will spurt out,
Taking to the air like a lunging beast,
You’ll be drenched in hatred,
In bitterness,
In mania,
The venom will take hold,
And you’ll become as me.

Bleeding, but enduring.
Rancorous, but grounded.
A Human, but a monster.

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There once was a man,
Bound to urges not his own,
But those of of a monster,
A hydra of urges,
A terrible triad,
Serpentine and destructive.

It slivers unrestricted through his veins,
It chews relentlessly on his soul,
Coiled around his heart,
As an aegis,
And a prison,
Compelling and overwhelming.

He is the hydra,
And the hydra is him,
Three heads full of fangs,
Cruelty, Greed and Secrecy,
They nip and bite at one anothers flanks,
Tearing open each others plans.

One named Cruelty,
One head wishes the end of all things,
Its eyes sear with hatred,
It urges him to murder,
It rages at every breathe mankind takes,
It hisses in delight at the torture.

One named Greed,
It yearns for all the world has to offer,
And all that it doesn’t,
No amount of wealth is enough,
The green serpent glowers on with want and disdain,
It is the very spirit of envy.

One named Secrecy,
An antidote to save a life,
A confession to vindicate an innocent,
The esoteric serpent denies all,
No secret is too minor,
Kept secrets save no lives.

There once was a man with a monster within,
But was it a hydra?
Or the human heart?

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The Last Applause

Posted: December 9, 2014 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

The Last Applause

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Death is not the end.
Death is a change,
A transition,
A conversion,
A revolution,
A mutation.
It’s an applause, but not of finality.

It’s an encore.
As you leave the stage and return as something anew.
You must choose if you will be an angel,
A demon,
A wraith,
Or something altogether more bizarre.

Good or evil?
You choose now what you will become later.
Whether your encore will be lauded or despised.

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World-weariness

Posted: December 9, 2014 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

World-Weariness

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Everyone is a spirit.
It pervades everything they are.
Many of goodwill,
Others of cruelty.
Spirits of pleasure.
And spirits of harmony.
Spirits of fortune.
And spirits of vengeance.

Me?
I’m the spirit of world-weariness.
The world no longer means what it did.
The only rays of light are select special souls.
Spirits of companionship,
Spirits of friendship,
Spirits of love.

I am world-weary.

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Two Faces

Posted: December 8, 2014 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

Two Faces

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

People have different sides.
Different faces.
A first impression can be far from the truth.
A voice of heavenly things could come from an evil mind.
And likewise words of venom could come from a benevolent mouth.
One face to a friend and another to an enemy.
One person to a friend and another to an enemy.
And yet another face and person to a stranger.
And so on, forever.

Even a healer feels rage.
Even a tyrant dotes on his children.
Even a backstabber is a comrade to someone.
Even a warrior feels compassion.
Even a liar could wish the best.
Even a bigot accepts his friends differences.
Even a saint can lie.

How about me?
Do you really know me?
Am i cruel or kind?
Full of greed or an altruist?
Mundane or mad?
Cold or jolly?
So tell me,
Do you know me?
Have you seen my…

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How to kill an angel

Posted: December 7, 2014 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Osharlequin:

How To Kill An Angel

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

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Firstly you must identify them by their purity.
Secondly you must throw them from the sky.
Then you must shame them.
Then you must clip their wings and shave their head.
Make them see the error of their ways.

Next you must take away its name.
Then you must sunder its hands.
Drag it through the nettles and streets.
Then allow it its last bread and wine.
Lastly you must decapitate it and burn what remains.

Only then will it know what it feels like to be one of us down here.

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Osharlequin:

The Note Everyone Will Hear

Originally posted on WorldofHarley:

Everyone has something to say.
Not everyone will listen.
Not at first at least.
You must persevere.

Eventually you will hit a note everyone can hear.
The perfect tone,
The right pitch,
Just on key.
A supreme message.

My advice to you?
Keep it up.
Continue spreading your message,
Whatever it is.
Take the world!

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