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A Poem About Criss Angel by Loyal Julie Noel
Sweat on his face,
Heart beating fast.
He wonders what will come first,
Or what, should I say, will come last.
Up on the stage,
In front of the crowd.
He see's excited faces,
Screams getting loud.
He then steps back,
Ready, more than ever.
He has total faith in himself,
Never say never.
Eyes focused,
Body in stance.
He now remembers,
This is his last chance.
He closes his eyes,
He takes a step forward.
As there are many gasps,
His body is lowered.
For many long hours,
Under the water he stays.
Which feels much worse,
It's more like many days.
At the final fall,
He's more than ready.
He pulls himself up,
Ever yet steady.
Everyone cheers,
A lot less worries.
The act is over,
Which makes more stories.
 Amystika By Loyal Melissa
Based On The Illusions Of Criss Angel
In the flicker of an eye,
Reality disbands,
You walk within his world,
Where illusions never end.
Forsaken, there is salvation,
At the edge of his fingertips,
A world of mystikal conjurings,
Set before me as my perception slips.
Locked in a world of mysticism,
Crafted beneath his skill,
I fall beneath the sword of his mind,
Sharp...fading...I fall beneath his will.
As those who have gone before me,
I am trapped within his eyes,
All that was factual, a moment before,
Slowly falters and dies.
I find myself in a new actuality,
A chimera of pure artistic creation,
Shuddering to believe,
As my sense slip into cessation.
Into Amystika I travel,
Losing sight of all that is real,
I begin to understand his world,
As he breaks realities final seal.
I am captivated,
Locked in the art of illumination,
Yielding my vision...my essence,
Lost in his world of illusion.
Fascination By Loyal Melissa
Darkness fades into a single light.
A dying candle smothered in essence.
You feel that he approaches.
The stillness of the air explodes, shivering in intensity.
You find you are surrounded.
The cry of doves are the herald of his coming.
Thick mists enshroud, caress, chill your senses.
Eyes alive in wonder, focus...focus...
His presence is astounding.
Illuminations burn the eyes as he cradles sacred flame,
Taunting, teasing as fire licks his flesh.
Now, he is before you.
Piercing eyes call forth your will.
Enraptured, the world is fading.
Your mind is screaming.
He is within you.
Assaulted by visions to mystifying to ignore,
Astounded, you enter his world.
The journey he has set before you.
Subtle movements, dramatic to the soul,
Fluid...his body moves like a tide upon the shore.
For this moment, now, he owns you.
You find yourself believing...abandoning your reason.
Falling further from your mind.
With his presence, he can tempt you.
A mystical experience, you are enraptured.
Paralyzed, Hypnotized, Mesmerized,
He darkly holds you tighter.
Awakened from reality, you see, you understand,
You are a slave to your own mind.
He is now beside you.
Flushed, gasping, you awaken beneath,
A flutter of tattered Angel wings,
He is the illusion within you.
You feel that he approaches,
The cry of doves are herald to his coming.
His presence is astounding.
Now he is before you.
Your mind is screaming, he is within you.
This journey he has set before you.
For this moment, now, he owns you.
With his presence he can tempt you.
He darkly holds you tighter.
He is now beside you.
He is the illusion within you.
Enrapture By Loyal Melissa
Based on the song Enrapture, System 2 of the Trilogy by Criss Angel
My love...I am always here...just dream of me...
The darkness whispers before fading into oblivion.
The night slowly fades, where are you my love...
Lost in this world of illusion?
Criss...Criss...she cries...
Afraid she has finally lost him to the realm of his own mind,
Will she fade...will she remain,
The decision...what will he find?
Over here...the fear conquers her as she begs,
Waiting for her love to save her...succumb to her allure,
Frantically she searches, calling...
Screaming her name...pleading to find her.
The dark soul...lost to the reach of his arms,
Walks a path...so close, to him, so near...
I am lost in a world of illusion,
My love, I am over here...
I don't want to be without you now,
Trapped in this world of illusion,
Thinking of the times when we were one...
...This world of illusion.
Frantically he searches...
He can feel her...so near...
In a world locked in darkness,
He conquers his own fear.
Gasping to awaken,
He finds his love within his arms...
Cradling her and taking her, his muse...
Locked his love, his fear, finally safe from harm.
Illusion or Confusion By Loyal Heather
What is out there?
What is in here?
In, or out of, this tiny little atmosphere.
What appears to be, is not,
Yet what's not...is.
A world of false illusion,
Or universal confusion,
Either way we are all lost and led astray.
Illision By Loyal Heather
Within the soul self-torture burns,
The mind within illusion churns...
Spinning and weaving with exquisite pain...
Rendering useless what once was sane.
But at last we hold within our breast,
The spark of love's creation...
And we've all woven with tear strained thread,
In Hell's version of Heaven's elation!!!
The Illusion That You Create By Loyal Heather
Icy manacles restrain me,
To these prison walls,
Invisible to the naked eye,
Built be my own device,
Cold, brutal, real.
Doorless, windowless,
The room melts and reshapes,
Nothing changes save,
Textures of uncertainty,
Of self imprisonment.
The wind blows hard,
In this airless, suffocating space,
Cold as breathing in death itself,
Lungs burn for life,
Lungs burn with pain.
Stabbing daggers give away,
To meditation,
Only to have war waged,
Upon the lucidity of the mind,
No safehaven.
Escape is an illusion,
Numbering the senses,
Appearing to be outside,
The invisible walls, liar!!!
Death is the final key,
The only key to open the unbroken cell,
The only exit, not escape,
So die, you spiritless zombie,
Die by the illusion that you create.
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