Patrick Villareal Poems
The days go by as both sides are well aware Anger fuming and plans brewing, their situation is beyond repair The boys intensively await a move as their intellects collide Beginning their hatred for one another, before the chains of war are untied
Our Family, My Family
Our family, My family, so broken and divided are we So caught up with anger amongts ourselves, so much we cannot see So focused on bitter disputes and drawn out battle lines Still trying to achieve victory against these unbreakable vines
The Black Void
</> The black void resides within me growing ever so strong Refusing to abandon me, I've been it's home for so long The black void is so cold and damp, it shows me little affection It just consumes what is left of me like an unrelenting infection
The Attempted Escape
Bolting towards the open feilds trying to elude its grasp Running wildly past the trees attempting to resist its painful clasp Hoping it wont capture me as I race through the night Carelessly leaving a trail; keeping me in its line of sight
Carried into the world by your loving grace I enter seeing the harmony upon your face Feeling the joy as you held me so tight I am yours, never to leave your sight
A Bit Of History For You
Rise my brothers rise! Rise up until the other side meets their demise! Let us take back what is rightfully ours! Let us venture forth and unit Europes western powers!
</> Being led to fall, I follow the set path blindly Covering a great distance on the gravel road I move lightly Believing I would be safe and well kept Not realizing I was the target, the one he was to intercept
Oh Sweet Darkness
Oh sweet darkness I stand before you gazing into the black Wondering if something is there; pouncing; ready to attack I look into you as you look back with that somewhat soothing stare Whispering to me 'you can come play with me...if you dare'
My Free Time
Cutting my prize down into that powdery form, I prepare Handling this process with extreme caution and intensive care I can only dream of what will happen as I continue my work Thinking about that strange sensation within me that will soon lurk
</></></></>Charging into the open battle field I carry my gun Shooting and killing, I fight until the battle is won Watching my friends dropp beside me as we push through the night Stumbling over the carnage, trying to carry on this difficult fight
Over time friends die Floating in the blue sky Above mortal hearts and minds Above souls of all kinds
Residing in his chambers the young man stares upward, there is a strange look within his eye Completed with a raw feeling inside himself, his hunger he can no longer defy A craving that has cried out to him since the beginning of his time A lust with the might of thousands; a need he cannot define
Emotionless; The Angel of Death stares deeply into her soul and mind Waiting for the perfect moment, ready to take what has declined Watching as people come and go; enter and leave the white-colored room Watching the broken women as she struggles to carry new life in her ever so weakining womb
Listening to the accelerated thumps within my chest, I lie and wait Looking back and forth as time fades away, I am in constant debate Deciding whether I should sieze the moment and take it for my own Or whether to let it slip away and leave this obligation alone
A Bit Of History For You
Rise my brothers rise!
Rise up until the other side meets their demise!
Let us take back what is rightfully ours!
Let us venture forth and unit Europes western powers!
Let those who once fought against brothers and relatives now rightfully fight against barbarians!
Acting swift and just, we will end their reign of totalitarian!
Seizing victory for our Lord screaming 'Deus Vult'!
Riding through the fires of war still shouting 'Deus Vult'! 'Deus Vult'!