A Poem by Ezel_Amaru

"Be not afraid of greatness:Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them" William Shakespeare

Solem was my temple
Of pure hatred and Savage fear
I adorn my door with blood produced by self mutilation
For the act of raw violence brought me gratification
Higher than the orgasmic sensation of physical intercourse
I set myself out a goal to vanquish all wrong doer's who have done wrong by me

The translation of raw passion in the image of love
Excuted harshly with vividness of reality
"Like being sucker punched by a brick"
The concrete jungle in which I Rome in
Is wielding a weapon of ivy.
A poison indulgence.

And with this pen which I hold to my brow
I transfer what I see
What I feel , and I write it down
The vision of my mind's eye
The sub concious of my inner concious
A wisdom lost but worth finding

© 2017 Ezel_Amaru

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I really like the descriptive words you use here.. Nicely done..

Posted 5 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


5 Months Ago

Thank you April I appreciate your opinion
April Blue Flores

5 Months Ago

:) You are very welcome...

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Added on December 30, 2017
Last Updated on December 30, 2017



Ciudad De Dios, NJ

I barreled my way here January 2nd E.T.A was for the first ,but good things come to those who wait. I opened a wattery eye , and embraced the world for what it would be, what it would make me, Who.. more..