SlayerX's blog: "All Of My Online Poetry"

My Dieing Wish For My Bitter End" Slice my wrists and erase my past. End my life and make it fast. Empty my veins of the life therein. This life of emptiness, this flesh made of lust, dust, and sin. Grind my bones to dust and smash my eyes. Slice and dice up my tongue and all its lies. Burn my remains and scatter my ashes to the wind. This is my dieing wish for my bitter end. Tear these stitches I don't want to ever mend. Let me bleed, let me die, let me transform, let me transcend. For these tired eyes need and ever seek the deepest rest. Eternal sleep in deaths illusive, dark, and twisted nest. So... Grind my bones to dust and smash my eyes. Slice and dice up my tongue and all its lies. Burn my remains and scatter my ashes to the wind. This is my dieing wish for my bitter end. © Brett Harper

My throat is an open grave and my minds an endless hallway. My lips are stitched together, my tongues too dead to say, That I love you with all the pieces of my broken, tattered heart. When does life truly begin where does death end and where does it start. Feeling so cold and I doubt I'll ever feel warm again. I doubt my heart and mind will ever be able to transcend. Because your dead now, gone now, you were taken from me. Now my heart is shattered and my tired eyes refuse to see, Why something so beautiful, something so pure, Something that would have had a happy ending I'm sure, Would be taken from me, please tell me your still mine. Please cry out to me from the grave my dear dead valentine. © Brett Harper

Little hands and little feet. A little smile I'm glad to meet. Little eyes and little ears. Little giggles and little tears. A little soul. A little boy. Mommy and Daddy's pride and joy. A little man is born today. Hes ours to keep. Hes here to stay. © Brett Harper

One step forward and two steps back. The more I gain the more I lack. Searching, crawling forward now and fading so very fast. My only goal is to finish, even if I finish last. I'll vanquish the demons that oppress me with words from the heart. I'll weave the tapestry of success, I'll move the world with my art. But in the end I'll be lost in the revolution, lost in the quake. So hold me close, someone! Hold me while I shake. © Brett Harper "Life Is A Roller Coaster" Every rose has its thorn. In pain a beautiful child is born. There is no yin without a yang. There is no "proper" without "slang". There is no life without death and there is no death without life. There is no gain without pain and there is no peace without strife. There is no good without the bad. There is no happy without the sad. There is no choas without balance. There is no being sure without taking a chance. So remember this my son. Listen to these words and be wise. Stand up my child, whipe your tears no son...rise! Sometimes your up, and when you are things aren't as good as they appear. Sometimes your down, and when you are the thought that you'll never be up again fills your mind with fear. Well the next time you feel like its all just too much and you want to run and hide. Remember that lifes a roller coaster and you only get one crack at it. So sit back and enjoy the ride. © Brett Harper

Wallowing in a sea of tears Surrounded by a swirling whirlpool of all my worst fears, I'm being slowly dragged farther and farther down, drowning as the silence slowly creeps into my ears. The music that once so clearly in my heart forever played has faded far, far away, I'm left without so much as a guitar to sit, muse, and play. I sit a wretched broken man. I'm slowly drowning in a pool of my own tears. Pondering all my sins, my deepest regrets, and the pain of the last 2 years. Reflections of my jaded past, Flash before my eyes so fast. I never thought I'd be here so alone. I cry as I struggle to pick up the phone. I'm numb and long to find some rest, In deaths dark eternal nest. Will someone please come and and show me love...oh please someone hold me! I think I'm going blind now...my eyes are to blurry from these tears to see. Hold me in your wings dear dark angel of my dreams. Hold me in your wings tonight. Hold me in your wings dear dark angel of my dreams. Just hold me in your loving arms tonight. Cause I'm broken and I'm spilled out...scattered across the floor. My heart is worn, tattered, stitched up and can't take any more. So hurt me not my sweetest friend...be there when I'm down. Pick me up and never let me go...tell me you'll always be around. Your eyes light a fire in the deepest part of me. Your smile warms my heart and its so easy for you to see. That I love you with all my heart with every broken shard. I only wish this dream could last. Letting go of you is just so hard. Love is an illusion that will fade away in time. Its bitter sweet and tangy allot like lemon lime. Only in my dreams can I be with you my love. My blessing, my dark angel sent to me from above. Hold me close and never let me go. Do you love me darling?Please, I really need to know. Cause I'm searching for the one that who forever will be mine. I'm searching for a love thats strong and will stand the test of time. I'll keep you safe and hold you close so fret not my love. My dear dark angel from above. © Brett Harper

As a boy he sang in the choir. Worshiping nothing but his desire. To play rock and roll, so when he was twelve he sold his soul. Hear him as he sings... Sir could you spare just a moment of your time? I just wrote this riff. I just wrote this rhyme. I can make these strings sing and every note ring. I might not look like much, but it isn't as easy as it may seem. Sure, I'm just a boy, but I'm a boy with a dream. As he grew older it was all about Friday night. Getting high and playing until the mornings first light. People loved to hear him play. They always asked him to stay. He was on his way to fame or so it would seem. A teenage boy who was working hard for his dream. So as he grew older fame seemed to slowly slip away. Soon less and less people demanded to hear him play. Still he kept playing bars and street corners wherever he could. He sang and danced wherever it was he sat, wherever it was he stood. Some fans stood loyal and were forever by his side, But unfortunately the public sort of pushed him aside. So you can hear him say still to this very day: Pass me the bottle! I know I've got the time, To sit and play this guitar for you and write another rhyme, I'm half the man I once was. I'm broke, can you spare a dime? I'll never stop dreaming, because to dream is divine. Oh, can you spare some change for a broken old man. His fingers are stiff but he's doing all that he can. He can make those strings sing and every not ring. Thats because that old man, he's still got a dream. © Brett Harper

With my head upon my pillow I shut my eyes. In slumber and in deep sleep my spirit begins to rise. I am carried far away from the cares of this world. To a sacred place of the ancients. A sacred place of old. A place of inlightenmant, wisdom, peace and love. A place of purity, a place of perfection, a place far above. Here in this place I see with different eyes, A brighter horizon and clearer skies. Here in this place I hear with different ears, Music that is so beautiful it brings me to tears. Here in this place I feel with smoother, younger skin, Pure, ecstacy from without and within. Here in this place I run with different, faster legs, lift with different, stronger arms, speak with a different, more fluent tongue. Here in this place of perfect bliss I sit bathing in the glow of the warm, sweet summer sun. Not more than 20 yards away under the shade of a cherry tree, My eyes catch a glimpse, and I can't believe what they so clearly see. There you sit my love, your heart calling to mine. Your hair is soft and blowing in the wind and you have the wings of an angel divine. Is this a dream? My head says yes but my heart says no. Hold me my love. Hold me tight and never ever let me go. Suddenly rising to your feet you fly to me swooping me up in your arms. With a rush I'm overtaken once more by your girlish charms. Your lips meet mine while we stand suspended in time. Hanging in the air I taste a bitter taste...like that of lime. The world around me crumbles as I desperately try to hold on to you. Why is this happening? Where the fuck did I go wrong? What the fuck did I do? Suddenly I'm in my room kissing an old nasty wooden broom. I guess the dream just had to end. It ended way too soon. Every night I dream of you my love. Every day I think of you my gentle dove. One day I hope my dreams will all come true. Because I'de give anything and everything just to be with you. © Brett Harper

I keep a shelf full of bottles that I've collected over the years. I keep a shelf full of bottles full of thousands of my own tears. I keep a shelf full of bottles all neatly in a line. I keep a shelf full of bottles to remind me of a better time. I have a shelf full of bottles these ones I don't keep, But instead I allow the poison into my veins and liver to seep. I have a shelf full of bottles kept neatly in a line. I have a shelf full of bottles to help me forget about a better time. My bottles are always contradicting, And I seem to be self inflicting, A sort of amnesia if you will. That comes from the cabinets by the window sill. © Brett Harper

Wake me up when this pain has passed. Wake me up when love and passion last. Wake me up when the sun's rays smile upon the earth. Wake me up to a new beggining, a new birth. Wake me up when my tears have dried. But untill then in slumber ill hide. And this man will dream of better days. While people continue their selfish ways. While men and women like leeches suck eachother dry. My eyes will be shut . My soul will rest, my soul will sigh.