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I write songs and poetry heres some of my poetry some are also songs
if you want to learn about me this is all i offer
its all here its all one poem

After Elise

My Elise ....
today i looked into this place
I found jabber words and muse
and a ruffled leaf in silent spiral down
into the fire that set it free
And
Elise .....i also heard with my deaf eyes
colors bleed into nigh
and cloak a passer by
who walked apon a lie
that came between you and eye
And Elise.....
I saw my ember that once bore great blaze
slowly glide unto a lake of tears
and the laughing old man that said "it had been here for years" ......
After Elise

Cardkiller Copyright july-2005
January

Hollow afternoon
set silent
apon us
time seemingly still
implanted a feeling of gloom
unto my soul
oh the January days
lack luster paintings
of
clouds and north wind
blowing in a ghost of death
wrapped in cloaks of darkness only broken by the pain in my head
and the tormenting of my soul
wraith of trust and splinter
of love all tangled
like her steel grimace
only does tomorow
glow like her
florescent hair
making pictures fade into winter
another day of nothing
and change me not
it stills
and January
becomes a bitter pill
no sanctuary only chill

RvBelanger 2004



Seering moon
azure
eyes cast in wunder
reflecting thoughts in my mind
soothing chemicals flood my body
time becomes a childs rhym
simple feelings that Hide
behind my pain
Shown bright on my smile
feelings with her
face fixed in glance
hair of sundance
atomic alure
could this chemical rush
last into the electronic sunrise
or would it crash
lost in a distant meanwhile
Cardkiller
© 2004


Never mind

There's a river running
by the way between us
the sun shines down making
sparkles across the waters top
oh how the summer wind throws them about
like so many days
that pass around us
time that steals our memorys
the rethym of the rocks
still along the rippling river
sounds like a million tiny bells
the rym of the fly
that buzzed my eye
and the scribble of water bugs
passing by the way between
knowhere and forever
makes me think
the river will not divide us
and when we cross to find the
river will Never-mind


Roger V Belanger











The Distance

time we havent spent
is lost so easy into this
space
The
distance is as fast taken away
as it is realized in mathmatics
and twisted by others into us
not being
closer
pain hangs like our feelings
rusting on the chains
that bind you and me
in mind and dreams

Could i be king and you queen
and time our knight
and space our garden
or would we die into this place
The Distance
Ck 06




July Wind

My mind sometimes falls
into the twisting
truth
even in july
i think of her
unchained
like so many days that passed now
a blur of moments
not meaning much to me
as i am dead like her
and the july wind


© Copyright 2006 Cardkiller

Cant forget this site witch inspired some of my latest music
http://www.darkpassage.com/gate.htm


Note from a friend that will go unnamed

"No, but your actions, silence for that matter does say a lot about you hon...that's what I'm getting at. You used to be the guy no one could tell who could be his friend. I haven't seen that side of you in awhile is all I'm saying....to each his own.

Do be well CK."

Darkness fades
light
retreating
with stones
impeading
decending into
shadows
Misleading
shades
thoughts
into minds

Spaces that change places
as if it where willing
cancel concealing
cast into the chilling
blood spilling
from me to you
with out love
ck

Copyright ©2006 RedDeathBrigade
all music and words are songs
preformed by RedDeathBrigade
Unless otherwise noted
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of the
RedDeathBrigade © Copyright 2004-2006






Into sunlight they marched,
Into dog day,
into no saints day,
And were cut down.
They marched without knowing How the air would be sucked from their lungs,
How their lungs would collapse,
How the world would twist itself,
would Bend into the cruel angles.
Into the black understanding they marched Until the angels came Calling their names, Until they rose,
one by one from the blood.
The light blasted down on them.
The bullets sliced through the razor grass So there was not even time to speak.
The words would not let themselves be spoken.
Some of them died.
Some of them were not allowed to.
—Bruce Weigl-