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Thursday, June 28, 2007

"Murder":

Most of the time I think about you and your fucking lies
under certain circumstances I remember something unique about you
running against time, chasing your tail until grabbing you
daylight or night, you deserve to be called the worst and I tell you so
especially those fucking friday nights, the ones you love to be alone
run around without me, partying with everybody except me

I have been calling you names lately
I have been wishing things for you
and I'm afraid that they will become real
soon, very soon

I'm tired of you and your ignorance
I'm tired of being the girl between us
If there's a big desicion to make
I guess I will murder you, with my thoughts

Most of the time I lie on bed remembering all your lies
under the shadow of the moon and under the rain I remember the worst of you
running against time and space, waiting to grab you someday
drooling around and seeing your naked face laughing at me
especially those fucking friday nights, the ones you love to fuck around
retching around without me, waiting for someone to be killed

I have been calling you through the day
I have been wishing you dead
and I'm afraid that it will become real
soon, very soon

I'm tired of your stupidity
I'm sick of being such a fool
If there's something new to do
I guess I will murder you

murder you
murder you
murder you
murder you
murder you

29 X 2004 XI 21:49
"THE ALTAR OF SACRIFICES":


9:58:44 AM I saw a little girl
looking at a baby
she's maybe an angel
but she's waiting for something
the baby is dying
she will eat his soul
well, he will rest in peace
he's lying on an altar
an altar so white
that shines
so cold
that freeze me
I stare at them
and I've got frightened
10:07:07 AM the legs of the altar
are four animal claws
maybe the same
that have Satan
10:10:10 AM I saw the little angel
looking at me;
and then I got closer to them
I saw something in her hand
10:17:52 AM something cruel and mad
she was sucking his soul
with some kind of energy
her force was so sweet
that the boy doesn't suffered
her angel wings
looked so beautiful
I thought that she can fly
like me
maybe that was the reason
10:29:07 AM why she smiled to me
now the baby wake up
and she grab him
very hard
she buried his empty body
in a grave
and then she pulled out his soul
now his soul can float and walk
across the cemetery
like the rest of the souls
10:32:52 AM that live here
10:33:00 AM the altar is full of blood
and the angel is drinking it
now that her face turned red
10:34:48 AM I can see her crazy face
her eyes are looking down
and I can see the claws moving
Ithink that there's something else hidden
behind this altar
11:07:54 AM something evil from Hell
11:21:21 AM she just started to run
run from me
I'm trying to catch her
but I can't
she flied away
and I'm following her
I can fly too I'm flying too
Suddenly she stopped
and she looked into my eyes
she was so furious
she just tried to kill me
she treated to devore my soul
just like she devored the soul of the boy
11:29:51 AM but she can't kill me
'cause I'm stonger than her
she wish I'll be in her altar
but I won't be there
her satanic laugh
doesn't frightened me
even her father can't scare me
'cause I'm stronger than both of you
I'm a good angel
and I come from Heaven
I only live with you
'cause I've been in here
since the day I try to live
I'm here just to warn myself
to not penetrate into problems
I will go out of here
the faster way I can
just not to try to bother
the peace of the cemetery
she will have pain forever
and in my mind
it will still
when I saw her
killing that boy
11:45;37 AM in the Altar Of Sacrifices.

9 X 1995 XXIX
DIE ELEKTROKUXIOUN KOYOTE
Ice

You're so cold, I can't even breathe when I'm around you
You're so cold that I can write my name with my fingers in the dense air
You're so cold that it feels like being surrounded by a ghost in candlelight
You're so cold that is like feeling my body coming from a trance
You're so cold that I can't even think of getting warm

Like that day, that precious day, I prefer to be with you
even when that means to be hurt, to feel pain, to feel ashamed
of what I have accomplished, of what I have given
given by nobody else than you, 'cause there's no other like you
and that's why I die standing for, that's why I get smashed to the floor
'cause I like to be like this, I like to be like this, I love to be like this

You're so cold, I can't even think straight when I'm with you
You're so cold that my dead body feels like I'm having fever
You're so cold that it feels like winter is every season of the year
You're so cold




© ArkhangeL DiE ElektrokuxiouN KoyotE
15 I 2005

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

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Thursday, June 21, 2007

Thank you for this chance, please let me know that you received my writtings.  If you want or need another poem please let me know and I will gladly send it.  Anyway I can assist please let me know without hesitation. Thank you once again.
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Monday, June 18, 2007

Rules for participating and Publish for the release of the book:

"Dark And Love Poetry Volume I":
- Altruism, Psychosomatism and Betrayal:
    - Little stories from the Brokenhearted.

 

Release Date August 2007

 

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Friday, June 15, 2007

"Emptyness"

Escucharía miles de canciones, y me recordarían a ti... Todo, me recuerda a ti, no puedo hacer nada que no me recuerde a ti, Si duermo, tengo pesadillas, si despierto, es una pesadilla, si me voy lejos, sufro igual, si estoy cerca, también muero, si me encierro, estoy vulnerable, si sigo abierto igual, no importa lo que haga, nada me llena, ¿estaré entonces en un estado de coma, orando todo el tiempo? No me queda otra opción...

el arkhangel elektrokutado, esta vez for real
If I caught you doing the same to another one....

Wednesday, June 13, 2007


"Jealousy"


It's always so complicated
feeling like this
I was warned
long before, while falling in love
that I would feel this...

jealousy

It's like remembering old stupid fucking disgustipated times and on karnage
it's like ripping off my ribs
to eat all of them at once
it's like snapping all my fingers at once

it's just a feel like I'm going to die
it's just like you planning my assassination
having multiple alibis

and I'm here
being a conformist
with shaken hands
and crossed arms
even when I'm secure
I don't trust anyone

it's always so manipulative
feeling like shit
but I was worried
I was worried
long before falling in love
that I would feel this...

jealousy

Must comprehend
I must understand
that I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
and I have blocked my heart

I have yet to realize
I'm not the only one
not the only one
not the only one
you feel
and I feel
and I feel this...

jealousy

Nevermind... you will win
win this time
as you always do
as you always do

Nevermind... I feel like crap
This is killing me
killing me

All this fucking shit all at once

I still remember that
that...
all you've said to me
All I'm supposed to believe
but they were all lies, lies, lies

so, goodbye

I knew it will happen to you
and I was scared of myself
myself

I let everything go down
the life I was into
I've changed, changed
to feel like shit again
again

but why, why?
I did it on purpose
I missed feeling like an asshole

but now, now

I can't be
what I was
five months ago

© Arkhenisse Denangel 27 May 2007 749pm-805pm

© ArkhangeL D. E. KoyotE

Sunday, June 10, 2007

























"Engaño a la máxima potencia" (Suicide Me Version 3)(Spanish Version)

Te llenaste la boca de mierda
Y toda me la comí, la cagué y me la volví a tragar

Dijiste tantas cosas ciertas
Que todas se tornaron mentiras y difíciles de creer

Me exploto la cabeza contra la pared
Me arrodillo y pido, a ver...
No paro de llorar, de temblar, de llorar, de pensar, de llorar
Y del vacío que se siente mi hogar

De momento llamaste
Mientras estaba en una crisis depresiva
El corazón a punto de un ataque
Y cuchillo y pastillas en mano
Me pediste que te acompañara
A ver un espectáculo en vivo
Una película dramatizada en un escenario
Te fui a buscar
En el carro escuchábamos todas las canciones
Que nos hacen recordar nuestros momentos juntos
Hablaste poco, la música hablaba por ti
Y pensé, que todo era el fin
Pues sabía lo que iba a ocurrir

Llegamos al lugar, estaba repleto de toda clase de personas
Nos paramos a una distancia prudente
y nos acercábamos más y más a la tarima

Estabas viendo el concierto en vivo conmigo
Y en el espectáculo se podía ver dramatizada
hasta los más pequeños detalles de mi vida

Estaba aterrorizado, tuve que volver a vivir todo
y tú sonreías, me dijiste que todo iba a salir bien
que había una sorpresa después

De momento llegó la sorpresa
subiste levitando al escenario
y fue el momento más feliz de mi vida
me gozaba y disfrutaba cada segundo
pero mientras la obra seguía
yo sentía que me echaba hacia atrás
y tú te alejabas más y más y más

El público me ahogaba, todos querían ver más
la gente me aplastaba
y no me había dado cuenta de que estaba en lo último atrás

Ahí cuando escuché tu voz
y dijiste aquellas palabras
me sentí tan humillado, despreciable, odiado, desnudo
me sení como mierda, muerto, desesperado, desdichado
y comencé a llorar, a temblar, a pensar, a llorar
y no había visto, ni dado cuenta de que el centro de atención era yo
y no estabas a mi lado para protegerme
todo el mundo me señalaba, se burlaban, se reían, me gritaban
me lanzaban objetos, piedras, agua, todo lo que pudieran lanzar
y yo con ganas de morir, sin poder, porque tu voz desde el micrófono decía:
Que ya estaba muerto
que no tenía salida
que así estaría por el resto de la eternidad

Y me dí cuenta
de lo mucho que te amo
y de lo ciego que estoy

te miraba a los ojos
y estaban sin preocupación
me diste las gracias por haberte subido a dónde estabas
pero que ya no te importaba
que todo el esfuerzo que hice
fue todo en vano

Te reclamé por encima de las voces endemoniadas a mi alrededor
que cómo era posible que me abandonaras allí
y contestaste que toda película tiene su fin
y yo traté te nadar entre toda esa zahorria
y logré alcanzar el escenario
y me paré frente a ti

Dijiste que había que tener fuerza de voluntad para hacer lo que hice
y de lo difícil que se me hizo a mi
pero te burlaste cuando dijiste
que a ti se te había hecho bien facil
pues fui yo mismo quien te puso alllí
y ésta vez dijiste, gracias, pero este lugar no es para ti
que ya no era parte de ti

Me arrodillé frente a ti, y tú riendo
te pedí que me dejaras estar junto a ti en el mismo lugar
pero te negaste, ya no había cabida para más
y me di cuenta de que mi alma la tenías tú
y todo se puso negro menos una luz
que alumbraba tu rostro y nada más
y yo vacío por dentro, sólo un cuerpo sin vida

Me pediste que me fuera, que me alejara
pero si lo hacía, sabía que no iba a regresar
me diste un beso, para distraer mi cuerpo
y en ese mismo momento supe
que estaba muerto

Ya lo estaba desde que te fuiste
ya lo estaba desde que te alejaste
ya lo estaba desde que subiste al escenario
ya lo estaba por dentro de ti
me faltaba darme cuenta a mi

Y toda la reciprocidad en el amor
todas las palabras de ilusión
todas las cosas que hiciste y prometiste y dijiste
se quedaron con mi alma
y tu te quedaste con mi alma
y me cortaste las alas
y me dejaste caer
para que la muchedumbre me terminara de destruir

Todo volvió a ponerse negro y volví a pensar:

Te llenaste la boca de mierda
Y toda me la comí, la cagué y me la volví a tragar

Dijiste tantas cosas ciertas
Que todas se tornaron mentiras y difíciles de creer

Me exploto la cabeza contra la pared
Me arrodillo y pido, a ver...
No paro de llorar, de temblar, de llorar, de pensar, de llorar
Y del vacío que se siente mi hogar

y de un cuerpo que no vale nada
mientras tú estás en el pedestal
ahora te miro desde abajo y desde bien atrás
y yo que pensé que estarías a mi lado para luchar

me he quedado sin palabras
ya no puedo hablar

sólo me falta salir de las cenizas y volver a luchar
para llegar a donde tú estás
cuando llegue, sé que voy a triunfar
espero aún, estés allí en la oscuridad...


© Arkhenisse Denangel

Saturday, June 09, 2007

I can't kill myself........ I was already dead...............
1. Wish I can be with you right now
2. Wish you could spend forever with me
3. Wish you love as I Love you
4. Wish have more kids sometime in the future
5. Wish to travel the world with you

6. I don't have too many friends even when I know a lot of people and lots of people knows who the fuck they think I am
7. I only have you and my baby
8. Sometimes I feel secure, sometimes I think fear will kill me
9. My heart is sick
10. Too many tears, Anxiety and Dep comes too frequent lately

11. Wish to stop worrying about the future
12. Well, I always feel secure about myself... that's a problem
13. Fear of what's going to happen soon
14. I'm safe... I want you to feel safe, happy, free, free, free...
15. I need to organize my finances

16. I need to decide what I am going to do with my professional stuff
17. When I'm going to publish all that shit?
18. Can't surrender
19. I've changed my mind on some subjects... must endure change
20. It's all probabilities

21. How I'm going to deal with your head?
22. I'm worried about what can I do... not because of me, because of you
23. I'm happy... never been so happy
24. Time passes by... And I wish to make you feel that I am the right thing to do
25. I've been tolerant and patient, I have climbed the stairs, I won't fall

26. That could mean going and coming back to the place I don't want to be even when I liked it
27. Wish my beliefs never let me down again
28. Wish I can sleep well and not be so obsessive with my compulsions
29. Wish not fall to deception or being estranged
30. Wake up, and you being here waking me up telling me the truth...

Monday, June 04, 2007

How when everything is so perfect can be fucked up this way?
Yet I sound the same all over again
Why I opened my life to receive and share everything I have wished
to see it falling down the drain again, again and again

Everything was so fucked up when I met you
I saw an angel falling from heaven
I let myself fall too
Then when I woke up

And what used to be tears of joy
now turned to hate

rest tomorrow......