....Cos I am to lazy to post them all here please click on the link and choose either nice JOBE or his Evil Twin PYRIEL...



JOBE http://www.*****.com/*****/showthr...&threadid=22450



PYRIEL http://www.*****.com/*****/showthr...&threadid=21281


The choice is yours...

those are awsome man! Read mine

Just to help you make your mind up...


First PYRIEL...




a handful of head
a pocketful of sin
I kiss you, kiss you
and cave your skull in!!!

born again
I suck life in
take control
below the skin
a part of the
cruel mind
disfuctional and maladjusted
I'm your favourite kind
of fucked up son
a bastard of sin
celebrated fallen child
never giving in

a handful of blood
a pocketful of lies
I kiss you, kiss you
and tear out your eyes

power in the soul
forces beyond reach
taught the wrath of god
its time to preach
lessons for the losers
killing in the name
echo's of screams
as I play the game
with twelve goals to score
its all good honest fun
as long as you're on
the right end of the gun

a handful of metal
a pocketful of lead
I kiss you, kiss you
you're all fucking dead

time to play...

HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU HAVE EVEN READ THEM !!!!


THERE ARE WELL OVER A THOUSAND TO READ JUST IN ONE THREAD ALONE!!!!


GO BUMP YOUR POST COUNT UP SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!

*shakes head* Ok fine. I didn't read ALL of them but the ones i did read where awasome ok? *hides* Why is everyone mad at me?

Cos it's quite obvious that all you are doing is bumping your post count up without actually having anything to say in the process.


I am in a bad enough mood as it is without people adding bland comments that have nothing to add or make me think.


As for your post, please keep your comments about my work until after you have taken the time to actually look at more than one or two, that also goes for my Artwork.


Maybe if you put a little time into things then people would not be so anrgy...





...there again I might just be having my Period.

Or you can go look at JOBE....


Cold Tree

I
never sheltered
these storms
rained
stripping the leaves
green eyes
that looked upon
my skin
bare
took more than blossoms
jasmin
the sweet scent
the bitter flower
the locust washed over
with black ash kisses
a thousand clutching hands
pulling
clawing
flesh for unreal
needs for many greeds
I feed them all
my fruit
has many tastes
each new
each old
the juice
flows red
cold sticky life
consmed by the hunrgy heart
and the fall
falls upon me...

Seeing as no one is looking I can post whatever I fucking like then....




muwahahahaha

Torn Face

can I wear your face
a mask for my grave
tenderly rotting
with the lives that I crave
thou they where never there
but in the minds of you
blackened cadavers
I never saw throu
charred remains
aborted new born child
fickle bones laughing screams
mothers driven wild
in the stench of life
decaying above the ground
thou slit throats my love
never make a sound

scream for me with my face.....

Damn...I dont know which is better...the pictures or the poems...youre amazing, Jobe.

Your dont use to many words
but get your point across blunt and clear
your art and your words combine so exquisitly
your art is complex everytime you look
there is something els to discover .Your poetry
screams my fate i declare this state.

i wrote this for you after seeing and reading your art iv decided not to refine it ,first draft raw state I hope you like it.........................Ashrael

For Jobe..................

In sweet sence seduction
where i servey this bloodlust bold
his domain of fire cold
a flame licks the enveloping whole
this canvis the little death
on witch this mind evolves
agony embraces extacy tight
and fade begiled needing to escape
this continuim, fallen grace
over and over into shadows and rage
this wakeing dream
breaks what hes made ,this conviction the twins slice devide..............................................

there is more but i know how short atentions spans can be i do hope you like it i will right the rest to you if you would like as iv said your art really touched me
i think it is wonderfull.............Blessid Be

i wanted to post a picture with this but it dosent seem i can ill do it in the members pics. :ph34r:

I thank you both...


but...


craven idols
carve names
deep within the stone
kept hearts
of sinful eyes
drawing blood stained
images of past
graves filled
with the bones
of lost boys
taken from
a mothers breast
before the milk
was cold

carve me deep
with the blood
of the name
hung upon the wood
nailed cross
hands to bear
the shame of worlds
to blind to care
for me...

Night Screams

how do I scream
in a rage of gold
when the mouths
of babes
hold no currency
to a bank of lies
wrapped around
a world forever dark
to the truths of life
crushed to make
the coins
placed upon the eyes
of the dead


how do I scream
pure melted air
when the sky
turns to liquid flesh
drowning pool
for shallow breathing
where the smallest gasp
could be the very
last


how do I go on...

what do you see
on your screen
broken images
in a dead machine
lost faces
of the never born
skinless eyes
look forlorn
furture's sins
all come to pass
anger's lessons
travel first class
and move inside
from eyes to pain
circles it fallen pray
devours the brain
casts the dark
all consuming shadow
so tell me then....



what does your screen show?

Slow breath
to a taste
my skin
your realm to delight
shadows holding close
like flesh entwined
pure passion rises
fear falls
reactions haunting
to clear to take
insecure and pure
emotion takes me over...

my love lies bleeding
drowning these blood red skies
without her heart recieving
the secrets of my eyes

Moving down
deeper into you
between the smiles
falling into the crimson
dreams
your desires given life
here in my hands
touching all that you are
covering
moulding one pleasure
into the many
etheral screams...

my love lies bleeding
drowning these blood red skies
without her heart recieving
the secrets of my eyes

Breathe once
scream twice
drink forever
this sweet wine of me
claw the darkness from my soul
and let the night drain
as the blood of me enters you
pure
unrestrained destined to live again
in the feeling of your skin
as it becomes more
than just your own...

my love lies bleeding
drowning these blood red skies
her heart recieving
the passions of my eyes...

death was
a new becoming
for all that
saw these eyes
the still
calm of dark
claimed the innocent
took form
and promised more
a kiss
of the dying
lingered
soulless bitter taste
comsumed in heart
like forbidden fruit
of eden
merging
binding
feeding
the old ones
for only they
could see
these eyes
for what
they truly are

Someone just complained about my poems using too many words and not getting the emotional content across.

What the fuck do you know about poetry???

ALL OF MINE COME FROM THE SOUL

Stone

Wish I was a stone
solid
without feeling
one among many
part of something bigger
than just me
then maybe
just maybe
when the night comes
I would not feel
the cold.



Gift

Quietly
As you slept
I watched you breathe
And remembered each moment.

Quietly
As you slept
I touched your skin
And warmed my soul.

Quietly
As you slept
I stole a kiss
And tasted heaven.

Quietly
As you slept
I saw your smile
And I cried.

Quietly
As you slept
I promised your heart
My life...


Here

I'm just a picture
a careless trick of light
reflections of thoughts
in flat form
a stranger to anything deeper.

I'm just a sound
abstract echo of words
pouring from a mind
with a quiet voice
that never spaeaks too loud.

I'm just a touch
soft tender passion lingering
clinging to your skin
evaporating fast
but forever remembered.

I'm just an emotion
the memory you can't let go
buried well within your heart
something small
but always there.

I'm just...


...here.



I don't claim to be the greast poet in the world, but until you are the POE kept your comments to yourself

Like I said, if people even bothered to look at ALL of them then maybe they would be abel to form a educated opinion and not until

in these fields of red
my open arms
catch the many days
never saw again
I embrace
the children born of night
with little hands
and faces scarred
smiling their upside down smiles
wide torn mouths
call my name
call my face
here with you
I am alone
here with them
I am at home
wishing fears
inside the hopes
to many a tortured eye
this blood flows like ice
to cold to burn a flame
blue skin to grey
rotting faster than I can die
yet not quick enough to disappear
I still exist
here inside
I still exist
although I died
trick the light into death
and never fear a touch
deeper than the sun
on your cold cold eye
take my sight and see
yourself in fading dreams
wings spread wider
than the bleeding wounds
I held open for all to feast
now and forever
I will repent
now and forever
came and went
but these fields




are forever red...

tears
exploded in blood
for all to bleed
as I fall
starbound
bereft of wing
my feathers torn
returning
yet not home
no word to hear
my songs
are gone
taken in pride
for a moment
of weakness
to blind to hear
to deaf to see
to stubborn to want
to afraid to feel
one step
to far
I walked away
from the face unseen
into
the dark
without the hand
to guide my path
a child
jealous of all I saw
playing games
unknown
but to a master
long forgotton games
with no beginings
and many ends
all wrapped in one
played in heartbeats
that last a thousand years
as night follows night
and the day never ends
with neither
the sun or moon
ever showing face
for these eyes
where never born to see
or this still heart
to know
anything more
than it was told
in the whispering
of but a single
word...

Jobe.... I see u, I sense ur soul, I feel ur pains....u share urself: ur torments, ur blood, u tears, ur outrage and ur bitterness....such a malstorm of emotions. Would I have half the gift with words that u have....half of any of ur gifts, I would find myself a light in my own darkness: a ray of hope when all else goes dark. **hugs Jobe and whispers in his ear**

I would share them all if you wanted...

would u now Jobe? Hmm..and what if I want more than just ur poems? **winks**

clothes you wear
decievers of eyes
hide more secrets
than we care to tell
covered in blood and bone
they do not cloud me
mine eye see all
deep
deeper
I dare go
nothing stops these eyes
not the clothes you wear...

prying minds
psychotic masses
day trippers
with life long passes
looking between
the broken word
making sense
of lies absurd
finding images
that are not there
hearing dreams
they want to share
touching realms
I never made
end it now
fade....

colors fade
picture page
black to the white
taken with age
memories gone
nothing lasts
broken times
different pasts
not easy to hide
eyes we have made
but lights die
and...


...colors fade

fuck me over
fuck me up
spill me from
your golden cup
tie me down
slash my skin
let me bleed
away my sin
catch the black
drink the red
feel the life
of the forever dead
washing over you
throu the vien
leaves its mark
let it stain
silent dreams
in a broken head
live its life
breathe the dead...

crying in her daddies eyes
at the touch of ugly hands
a golden princess
dreams of distant lands
been here so many times
staring at the whites on fire
burning with an impure lust
unsatiable unreturned desire
hiding in the corners
playing with dolls of black
bleeding into them
as the nightmares claw her back
little girl pleads
in a silent voice
monsters never hear
she has no choice
but to dance the tune
sprial the fall
her body breaks
leaves it all
escapes in a mist
watching eyes devour
to look away
she has no power
until night disappears
and the monsters are gone
the princess returns
just to carry on
forgetting the pain
the damage inside
her daddies eyes
she's always to hide

:(

china face
child of blood
nailed upon cross
of splintered wood
bastard father's
forgotten son
left to die
thy will be done
in heaven's hell
here on earth
these olden realms
claim rebirth
climbing up
and ever on
wars in ice
in the dying sun
angels fall
devils rise
and you live
in anothers lies
resurrection
threes days to old
bled to the night
returned from the cold
back
to me
back
to see
vengence
inside this cage
violence bred
the inner rage
true intentions
you'll soon get to know
so sit back, grab a life
and enjoy the show...

tv screen life
caught in the box
lights flashing black and white
drama play for the unwashed masses
cold hard cash to the beast
fondant eyes
see burning flesh on a child
only to move a finger
look to other isles
dreams retail $9.95 plus tax
buy them now
be the slave he needs
don't think
do
action for colder skins
get inside the oldest thought
wishing nights away
bring me to your knees
make a man of me
even it is only the Adam
before the will was given
no thought but his
temptation lacks a serpents tounge
bite me hard
fruit without the skin
swallow
have the life of me
born in you
child of a dying womb
never meant to be



flick, flick, flick
pick
your channel quick

RELEASE...

kiss me
i'm dying
forever bleeding
not trying
these wounds
to heal
our world
can never feel
the outside
the cold
lambs lost
from the fold
different
from the rest
angels
at best
devils
at worsed
forbidden
and cursed
never
grow old
never
grow cold
but to
this pain
this blood
in the
vein
love dies
without trying
kiss me
I'm dying...

creation's masochist
for the dominating generation
leaves scars to fester
old wounds prised apart
by the hungry teeth
pointed and sharpened
on the images
of life
the golden idols
we all adore shower us
with bilious waste
an yet we taste and we drink
like it was the tears of angels
thrown from heavens door
how many sins must we bleed
how many devils must we feed
can no body see
that these days are our last
can we all be so blind
when the child rots in the cradle
and a mothers breast
give the blackest milk
father loves the taste
as his child's grave digs deeper
into his darkened heart
calling calling calling
hear that sound
silent ignorance
deafens these ears
an my eyes explode
to images upon the screen
inside my head
until



I am like you

the corpse
fucks my eyes
till the bone bleeds
sweet pain
awakes me
craven images
laugh to my head
spinning
twisting
for all the time
I hold the key
old world
to the new
see me cry
I see you
when was my word untrue
never
did my dreams
ever lie
never
the seeing eye
plucked from the grave
hung like a prize
on a corpse's member
filled with the seed
power and greed
of a yellow life
to a sand filled sky
these are the days to come
spend them well...

Lots of views...




...no replies...? :huh:

my goodness Jobe, those are exquisite. The artwork makes them even better.

*fortune cookie*

the greatest talent lies in the deep recesses of the mind, it is up to you to discover them

..by Jobe! you've got it! :P

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I read most of them on the first page of this thread....i couldn't help but reply!...

great job!

I thank you for your thoughts and praise, however have you visited the links?

Please enjoy, spend as much time as you wish.

If you like my Artwork then please click on my sig and browse a little or visit my Thread on scary personal pics.


Jobe

I just did, and those are different though..but I like them too.

especially this one from the first page

QUOTE (Pyriel at ***** 04-23-02 20:05)

under tainted skin
blood red
lie the many
fallen at hands
they never saw
full of death
sweet eyes
that sang songs
of lies and dreams
only to
scream louder
than the voice
that drove them
impure
but then
I always spoke in
whispers

your writing, is the kind I like, really it is. I never visited the writing section at the dark forum....i think I'll be hanging out there more often now... ^_^

Blood Stained Soul.

Cut once
Cut twice
Cut deep
With each slice
Of the glistening blade
Friend of my pain
Cut slowly
Cut again
Cut down
Cut across
Each time
The blood loss
Releasing my mind's
Frustrated ache
Less tears
With each cut that I make
On my arms
And on my legs
Each cut
I make begs
The next one
For one more
Made so many
Lost the score
But carry on
Cos I need release
More blood
For the anger to cease
And bring me
Some much needed calm
After all people
It's only me that I harm.

Lonlieness
holds me
cold comfort
small arms
wrapped tightly around my chest
but only
my own

silence
of tears
dark nights
with faint glows
where people
are
so far away

wishes
small dreams
a place I dwell
unreal expectations
never asked for
just
quiet hopes

life
goes on...

tiny Seraphim
bleeds tears
dry lakes of shame
falling unseen by man
drowning souls
lain far before
further than the eye can see
consumed by their own wantoness
days stripped of dignity
your flesh means nothing
just a vessel unworthy
impure and unclean
touched
your kind is not ready
to catch these dreams
your mind too black
to ever know
more than you are


fall to the mother
for her eyes
know of this world


tiny Seraphim
bleeding tears
does your shame
ever become to much to bare
when you know the man
you are to become...

:(

could you catch the sky
in your little hands
or would the clouds
fall heavy
like a thousand hopes
crushed to drops
of blood red rain


could you hold the winds
within your breast
and never breathe a storm
that would rage inside
the darkest mind
that knows no love
driven black insane


could you stop the night
from falling on any eye
fear it blind the dreams
of youthful days
and curse the hearts
that even hold the
purest whites of truth



you have no power over nature
so let it run its course....

sinner
fire breeder
stealer of youth
celebrate another skin
wrapped around
your flaccid state
hope your happy too
lives fall between your knees
oh so eager to please
smiles in lies
take me to your killing room
this empty feeling
STD for the new generation
APATHY
creates a heaven for the hopeless
clouds falling fast
catch a star
in a new line of coke
blood rushes pumping
SEX
androgenous faces
white masks
what else could you believe
from false prophets
writing books of souls
holding too many names to count
and every fucking day
a new whore suckling at your teat
did they ever expect any less as they
SMILE
with a razor blade mouth
sucking in the word
greedily swallowing every line
fed upon a golden glass spoon
bite down hard
shatter the innocense
babe of the black take your medicine
DEEP
let it speak the poison dreams
in little crystal visions
these tiny worlds in your hand
so easy to see with your naked eye
and so hard to lose in ivory towers
built upon the softest sands
around and around
insanity's living nightmare...

look at my face
ugly in place
torn from its home
skin to the bone
left to the dead
black from the red
rotten, dieseased
never appeased
not mouth but a hole
I cannot control
damaged inside
others have lied
but never this way
day after day
what I have to see
cut this face for me
please...

Wow... great poems ya'll

Rainbow...
Blue eyed,
Pride and joy,
Pink cheeked,
Momma's golden boy,
Purple pills
Clouded mind
Black visions
No peace to find
Silver blade
Plunged inside
Crimson flow
Blood tide
Yellow skin
Awaiting death
Red mist
Final breath
Green grass,
Six foot hole,
Brown box,
Hold's tortured soul,
Grey clouds
Tears, rain,
White lillies,
Loss, Pain...

i'm glad to see I'm not the only one with a demented mind ^_^

"There is beauty in death and once you find it you will have the key to all" -BeautifulDeath scaring the hell out of her friends

A cross I bear
Upon my back
It weighs me down
And strenght I lack
To make each step
With aching bone
But I must
For my past atone
And take the pain
As it is little cost
For sins of flesh
And the faith that was lost
In the hearts of friends
I left to die
I carry a cross.
Nail me high.

You truely have some serious demons buddy, I admire that ^_^

"There is beauty in death and once you find it you will have the key to all" -BeautifulDeath scaring the hell out of her friends

tease me
taste me
please me
waste me

bring me to
your laughing head
then realm of fathers
long since dead
cast me to the
wishing place
land of killers
to claim my face
be in the light
others I know
breeders of pain
put on a show
genocide for the masses
the slaves of me
deaths of the highest order
for the gods to see


many lives
inside the head
many knives
inside the dead...

Beautiful,
Est-ce que je la douleur et avec les bras ouverts, pouvez-vous voyez lui faites bon accueil dire la même chose? - La Belle Mort

Want to know what it means?
I see pain and I welcome it with open arms, can you say the same?
-BeautifulDeath

crying in her daddies eyes
at the touch of ugly hands
a golden princess
dreams of distant lands
been here so many times
staring at the whites on fire
burning with an impure lust
unsatiable unreturned desire
hiding in the corners
playing with dolls of black
bleeding into them
as the nightmares claw her back
little girl pleads
in a silent voice
monsters never hear
she has no choice
but to dance the tune
sprial the fall
her body breaks
leaves it all
escapes in a mist
watching eyes devour
to look away
she has no power
until night disappears
and the monsters are gone
the princess returns
just to carry on
forgetting the pain
the damage inside
her daddies eyes
she's always to hide