Milady of the Sea

Milady of the Sea

Beauty engulfs her extravagant being,
Cursing me silent; without thought, without seeing.
Being as it may be, a bewitching beauty.
Leaving me speechless and lost in dreams.
Her sweet melody calling, drowning me-
Depths of despair; my home, my sea.
Echoing of tunes, O' sweet melody;
Beauty half that of piscine.
The moon itself glistens for her,
It dances around her angelic sound.
Entrap me, O' milady of the sea-
Take I with thee sweet melody.
The great blue we go forth, endeavor and so forth;
Lost to the sweet sound sung forever.
The cascading ray ignites her beauty,
Reflections go forth from the sea.
I met her eyes for moment still,
Her melody fallen my heart to ill.
How it's so I, lost in thoughts thought of her-
Milady or not, forevermore dream of her?

-A.M. Snow

Burden

Burden

My heart is my burden,
it suffocates me to the extent of a dream.
My dreams is my agony to my baring flesh;
I am that which is weak.
-A.M. Snow

She is Agony

She is Agony

The world is cruel,
It's dark and Hell.
"Agony is her."
The demons yell.
We drink from blood,
And kill the youths.
Lost in Her flood;
Love is the curse.
-A.M. Snow

I Wonder

I Wonder

I wonder,
I wonder if this life is life at all;
If it's a dream, then I may fall.
The feelings I embrace may be false;
The triumph of love, this moonlight waltz.
Memories I hold dear,
Thoughts of fear:
Are they all that which they seem,
A fragments of a shattered dream?
But whom to say this dream is real,
Even though we may not feel.
It harms me to say,
I don't wish it this way.
-A.M. Snow

Dusk Infernal

Dusk Infernal

The quivering of a lost beating heart,
Loses it's melody, a song.
Aloft from a quivering start;
Dusk, where it belongs.
Yet naught nigh nor eternal,
Shall be forever alone,
Engulfed in life's infernal;
Baring our heads, we atoned.
Though this heart melody cease;
We rage wars:
Triumph to the Beast
On bloodshed shores.
Our reflection's shown
in the bloodstained sands,
Of our sins alone,
Held in pierced hands.
-A.M. Snow

The Day America Died

The Day America Died

This is the day America has died,

it is a day for mourning; a time to hide.

For the children's are crying,

for their love ones who's dying.

This is the day,

our freedom's stripped away.

We forgotten, 'One nation under God'?

Yet it was Him who we outlawed.

This is truly a sad day;

I must say,

'God save America again.'

We forgotten the message written with iron pen;

'that all men are created equal'

now we are all sinful.

This is the day America has died;

to the people, the President's lied.

The children's are hungry,

even the blind can see

how our great nation has fallen,

and how our freedom is stolen.

What about, 'We the people'

I guess we lost our soul.

We should be united,

but instead we're divided.

What about our flag under fire;

the red, white, and blue we once admired?

What was once 'the Land of the Free'

now becomes 'the Land of the Greed.'

There's just so much that I wish I could say,

but it seems that America has died this very day.

We lost our courage to fight,

bowed down in shame, we've lost our sight.

We've became the puppet that we are;

controlled from a distance, great and far.

Afraid to speak, for Death may follow;

subsequently afraid what lurks in the shadow.

Afraid to lend a helping hand,

to help the fallen proudly stand.

We forgotten the meaning behind this once great nation;

cowering in fear, we refuse salvation.

We curse the true Americans, the ones who's dying,

fighting through bloodshed; their families are crying.

We've let putrid lyrics taint our youth,

leaving this country with forgotten truth.

We've become weak; no more are we strong,

This ain't the America where I belong.

-A.M. Snow

Let it be O' Sun

Let it be O' Sun

Over the hills, I wait for thee;
the sunlight beam of dusk.
Yet a silent to provoke me,
yonder with the morning musk.
Yet profound by a morning sound;
the wind-chimed birds.
A beauty to be found,
within nature's words.
With the aura of a newborn day;
an outstretched colors,
painted like the month of May.
I wait for thee O' sun, light my day.
Let flowers blossom with fragrance great;
with beauty so awe it beknownst my fate.
Well beknownst to me, the soon setting sun-
denoted the beginning of night marks the end of day.
Showering me with beauty outdone,
like the birth of May.
With the grace of God, your beauty dost shine.
A proof of my existence, a fairy tale dream-
to taste life ajar, a nectar of wine
and sample the melody of the sunlight beam.

-A.M. Snow