O twilight eyes, kiss the skies and dyes the waters red with your grace. Sweep the grounds and dash the air with your beauty. Burn bright the life in thine soul!
© Quincy Wells
I sit and wait on pins and needles while you take back all that “belongs” to you.
Nothing here fits your needs yet you still mercilessly take and take
Nothing quells the hunger called greed, nothing sates the desire called selfishness.
There’s no one who depends on you but you depend on all of us.
Emptiness you are and will always be, never better and always worse.
Forget love and friendship, you’ve thrown those down the well of shame. I’ve offered my hand one too many times now im forcing yours.
To take back all you’ve stolen, to cast away all that was never yours. Leave this place, you were never welcome.
Cross the threshold and never look back. You’ve taken your last breath under my roof.
You aren’t welcome here
© Quincy Wells
O hollow shell, be your life so dark you would pierce the skies with hate?
Be thine eyes so deep they reflect the deepest pools of nothingness?
Hatred in your veins and loathing in thine skin, you erase the past good and write the pain of your future.
Struggle for mine pleasure and take what be owed, for your triumphs be naught.
What good come of your living? The sweetest nectar of lifeblood run heavy down the path of your apathy.
The pity and remorse run off thine skin as if it be water.
The sorrows of your life run deep as you dare escape in the reaping of merry.
For what caused you to become this way?
Be it loneliness? Misunderstanding? Or simply the despair scarred in thine soul?
O how I weep for the and the life thusly lived.
For living be only for the tempered and innocent, innocence which seems long lost for you mine friend.
O wandering heart, where be thine compassion? Strewn about and dashed on the shores of despair? Or never has it existed as long as you’ve known?
O broken shell of man, cast aside thine hate and place your hands in the waters of calm.
In this I pray thee, peace unto you and the life you may lead. For wickedness be no place for one so devoured by the dark as you.
© Quincy Wells
Oh beautiful world, what is the reason the grass withers beneath my feet?
What is that makes the trees whisper as I pass?
For what reason do the mountains quake as I stare?
Be I hollow? Doth my soul not weep at the shivering of Gaea? Be it my whisps of tears cause this planet to wain?
Tell me o mother earth! What crimes so heinous have I committed against thee! I shout to the heavens above and to the snakes in my shadows, for what purpose do I exist if only to make you suffer so?
If for my life to be extinguished wouldst thou suffering end? Fear not heavens little ones, choice made and reasons considered. Heavens father take this pitiful soul.
Give your works reason to feel joy once more. Whistle to the birds to fly free and without fear once again. Tell it to the mountains they shall quake no more. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, my body lie here under the sun forevermore.
© Quincy Wells
O wicked night casting dark shadows across the evening sea
Watchful eye, above the dew grown lands shine with your pale glow
Wrapped in the forever shadow the glow of noonday roses wither
Shepherds of flocks pray for the blessing of warmth, cries lost on the crashing blackened waves
Eternal shaded eyes of night owls ever watchful of the dawning of new beginnings
Whisper tales of golden eras long since forgotten
O sleeping soul longing for the kiss of light, continue the slumber of cursed night
Never-ending- ever eternal
© Quincy Wells
Mine is the spirit that will never die,
Forever I will fight until peace is brought and justice served.
Never will the blood of innocents be spilled, for as long as I draw breath no suffering shall come to pass.
Breathe in the strength of life and let loose the fury of those in pain.
The cries of the persecuted will go answered as I rain steel and hammer vengeance down upon the tyranny that is the unholy.
Let sound the trumpets of battle and loose the hounds of war!
This fight has only just begun, there will be no respite and no place to hide for the wicked.
Your time is now, sit and wait for the end to come.
© Quincy Wells
Divide the sky with your light
Shatter the stars with your sound
Pound the ground with your power
The drizzle of life slowly eases into the cracks and gives way to new life
Trees sway in your tempestual gales
as you bring light to all in your path
Send the creatures of the night running as we all sit and gaze in awe
Nothing compares to the dozens of flashes and strikes of your might
The tempest, never resting, never subsiding
This inspiring testament of power, reaches to devour all that walks in your way
Unyielding grace is the storm.
© Quincy Wells
Let the falling rain wash everything away
Make the world new and soothe the soul
Quiet drops of life heal the world
While I stand and witness the rebirth of earth
With the passing of time, the thoughts of old slowly fade
Longing for a touch to share it with
Oh rainy days clean the shade of mortality
Return the harvest and reap the fruits of promise
This poets soul rests with the fountain of Life’s rhythm
Let the rain continue falling
© Quincy Wells
Taste the sweet lies of the temptress
Drain the goblet and drink deep the nectar of the filth
Cradle the deception, look away from the truth
Waft the stench of demise and deny the thirst for truth
Sweet lips of the untruth, take away the hunger for the light. Leave only the dry craving of deceit
Never wanting the pain of reality, she forever will offer the death of falsehood
Obvious this may be, for the hearts of men are the hearts of evil
Pillage the souls of the lambs, hoard all for one
© Quincy Wells
Imagine you took back the world
In the palm of your had rested the innocents
Look into the sun and bestow life to the cold
Begin the march of triumph and behold the shouts of glory
Forever the days of happiness
Forever the happiness of everyone
Proclaim the freedom of the people
Shouts of the days to come
Live for the days of tomorrow
Breathe the air of redemption
Drink from the fruits of the garden of eternity
This is the prayer of people, the dream of a new day
Dawn is coming
Lift your glasses and chant the words of peace
© Quincy Wells
Inspired by Franco Cologne