American Author and poet Aaron Ozee has brought you multiple works of poetic beauty, but never until now has each one of his published titles been combined together into a single collection. The world will at last know poetry at its finest.
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Ironic Perfection
Poetic Works of Aaron Ozee
By: Aaron Ozee
Copyright 2013 – All Rights Reserved
Published by Lulu Press Inc.
ISBN: 978-1-304-28836-3
Celestial Inferno
Poems of Another Realm
Breaking Home
Trailing towards the path of tears
Escaping the truth of an unspeakable fear
Burning sorrow
Withered soul
Tearing through the heart kept home
Realm of shame
Forever will roam
Eternally rendered
Swollen and alone
Judgment
The shadow of the mask of fear
Fear only fears, fear itself
The brightness of night and moon
The bitter cold and freezing point
The talent of listening and tolerance
Time changing at the precipice of humanity
The moral form of greed and pride
The grasp of life and success
Are lost on the journey to eternal brilliance
In the minds of men and their makers
On the perplexing path of self righteousness
That ventures deeper and deeper into the human soul
When the sudden realization of judgments against yourself and
others higher than your standards and superiority
That comes face to face with self doubt and dramatic blasphemy
The Nightmare
Quivering and shaky with shivering bones
The fire has broken the sky and distant zones
His mind is filled with howls and voices
Unable to make decisions or choices
The hallways filled with foul moans
All he could hear were cries and groans
The full moon hovering over the nightly shadow
The sun eclipsed and created a nightly glow
The feelings of awkwardness trembled down to his feet
Nothing more painful could come close or meet
His flesh became raw and turned bitter cold
His heart beat he could not even manage or hold
His fingers quickened as he gasped for a last breath
Then there appeared in his midst, it was no one else except for death
He entered a nightmare from which he could not wake
It was up to death for his soul to take
His memories and thoughts became far from reach
As his conscience rested down for its eternal sleep
Deeper
I sat in silence in my wooden chair, in the middle of the dark, having no
despair
The smell of blood coming up underneath my feet and the stench of rotting
meat
The pounding of hands and fists, trying to come up and grab my wrists
As the screams and howls made a smell dreadful and most foul
They came up and took me, I did not scream or yell when they pulled me into
hell
They punished me for what I had done, I could not even struggle or run
For they cast me into the darkness forever, I could not escape, not now and
not ever
The sounds of screams beneath the floor, ceased to continue never more
Night and Day
Stressors and strains are forcefully shown
The day holds still, as time is slowed
The sun and moon are never as one
The pointless feuds cannot end or be done
The conflict over this trouble some world
Makes nature itself tremble and twirl
As peace and balance are fractured and crumbled
The problem as a whole has fatefully tumbled
Angered purposes are now fallen and broken
As an enlightened solution has now been reopened
So as long as the day holds strong and stable
The renewal of age will be easily able
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