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BittersweetThey shun me, for my bitterness,
They are glad to see me gone,
They know not the lessons they could have learnt,
Nor the joys they could have gathered.
I come and go, often unexpected,
Sometimes for long periods I stay,
Other times I leave very soon,
Many do not love me,
They know not the sweetness hiding within,
A thorny path with a quenching drink
From the Well of life at end,
Embrace me, please,
For I shall show you the way to love,
Through shadow and night,
You shall rise, steel unbreakable from fire,
I shall harden your resolve,
Soften your soul in compassion,
Filling darkness with a paradox of light,
Embrace me, for I shall lead to the Well.
HeartbeatWhat is that pounding?
My trembling fingers secure the clasp,
And I pull on my boots,
My hair is secured in place,
My gloves are fitted on my hands,
My bare feet are booted,
I am clothed in a forest cloak,
And my voice is my weapon.
What is that pounding?
I step outside,
Ready to gamble,
And ready for risks.
There's so many things that I regret,
And there are so many things,
That I have to do,
I have to lie,
That is not my choice,
It hurts me as much as it does you.
What is that pounding?
The wind blows me as though I were only a leaf,
I look up,
And see that pale moon staring back at me,
Millions of stars blink down from the vast heavens,
Grief pierces my heart,
I cannot cry,
Stillness wraps its cool arms around me,
And I shut my eyes,
Is it possible for someone to sleep as they stand?
I sway on my feet,
Dreaming of fantasies, things that might never come true,
I open my eyes and fly back to reality,
Where only my mind can soar through the sky.
I am ready.
A dark figure appro
A mist rises up,
A footprint in the sand,
"I'm going to find you."
A shower of gold,
That's the cost.
My hand clenches,
Into slavery once again I'm sold,
A slave who raids,
A slave who spies,
A slave who has only two things to say,
A True Story I shall tell YouA true story I shall tell you now, innocent mortal that you are,
Of an insidious disease, slowly gnawing away at a young, fair victim,
Like you joyous endings upon Earth? Go another place.
This story I shall begin, so hold your breath, close your eyes,
For the sound of rain, listen….
Upon the frozen grass she is standing,
The cold, haunted melody of wind chimes,
Speaking and wailing like lost souls of the dead,
All ‘round her.
Harsh wind with no mercy,
Ripping through her still, motionless form,
Heaven releasing torrents of tears,
All ‘round her.
Inconspicuous grave she stands near,
Who is the knight trapped inside?
Beneath earth and stone….
His heart still beats, she says,
A Love such as ours renders us immortal,
He must live on…
Her hands scrape at the grave, bleeding, tearing,
No painful cry escapes her lips,
Remembering his warm kiss she is.
Stone is removed and shattered, clawing at the earth,
Her beauty is wild now, like a vicious animal.
The Power of a SmileThe Power of a Smile
It costs nothing,
A simple thing it is,
So brave on, with that smile
To lift up the hearts…
Of those less blessed then you.
the power of a Smile.
Waiting for HimI’m praying, watching, waiting,
For that special guy,
Wondering what he’s like,
What he loves to do,
Who he is...
For now I’m just going to wait,
I know it’ll never be too late,
Something pure, beautiful, a glimpse of the wonder Above,
He’s going to be the guy,
Who’ll walk the long path of life with me,
Who will have morals and a pure heart,
Treat me with respect and hold the door open for me,
Love me and make me feel special,
He’s not going to be perfect; we’re only human, after all,
But my standards are high,
Rightly so, for I shall not give myself away to just anyone,
He’s going to love children, because so do I,
He’s going to hold my hand till the day I die,
To walk with me the final path into Heaven,
So I’m just going to wait and watch,
And pray for that special guy.
Silent GriefStars are falling,
Like teardrops from the sky,
My heart's cracking open,
Like the earth under my feet,
My words of desperation,
Freezing silently like icicles in the cold night.
Dance of DeathThis Dance that keeps me to a beat,
Sweltering under the heat,
This Dance that keeps me in the cold,
This Dance to which I'm sold.
This Dance of Death,
To which I'm bound,
Always spinning 'round
Set me free,
Let me be,
Grabbing my hand,
Forcing me to stand,
My world spinning,
My senses battling,
My last cry,
It's time to say,
The Value of Old PeopleThe Value of Old People
What beauty is there, you ask, in gnarled hands,
Wrinkles and loss of youthful figure…
I’ll tell you a little story, about a person,
Very dear to me she was,
It’s about a very old lady I visited once a week,
She liked cheese and vegetables,
Oh yes, and pickled beets too!
She worked in a large garden when she was young,
Sold vegetables and fruits at the market,
Weeded and toiled over a five acre patch of strawberries,
Gathered eggs from under irritable chickens,
She told me about her nephews and nieces, great grandchildren, and great-great grand children,
She showed me her beautifully painted nails and her photo albums,
Exclaimed and laughed with me, just like a grandma,
Tapped her head saying that she was just gettin’ too old to remember everything,
I didn’t know, when I told her goodbye that last week,
What was to come. When I came again a week later,
She was gone. 98 years she was, when she died of
Honor Your FallenOne for the man who answered the call.
One for the brother taken too soon.
One for the man who gave his all.
One for hearts made heavy and sad.
One for families torn apart
One for a boy now without his dad.
One for the endless tears,
One for the new struggles.
One for so many lost years.
One for the mother's only son,
One for the memories;
One more, one more until this war is won.
One for the brother coming home under his Nation's flag,
One for the ultimate sacrifice,
One for the man in the body bag.
One for the love of the fight,
One for family born not of blood.
One for that final flight.
One for the free.
One for you
Until it's just me.
A final salute for those who no longer hurt,
For the boys who paid the ultimate price;
Twenty one guns for my family in the dirt.
I Love YouI Love You
Means that I adore you for the person you are and would never even dream of trying to change you.
That I accept you for the person you are even if society doesn't,
That I will carry on with what we know is right, even if apparently it wasn't
That I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times,
Being the one to uplift you when you're feeling down, in a bad mood, or when nothing rhymes.
Spending all of my time with you, even far past the point that it is uncomfortable, and
That every second away from you is agonizingly lonely and regretful.
I Love You
I know your deepest secrets and do not, and will not, judge you for them at any time, and
I know that you do not judge me for mine.
It means that I care enough to fight for what we have
And that I cherish you enough not to let go.
Love means an actual emotion, not just a word
The feeling is mutual, and this must be heard.
The Death of LanguageThey say that every fourteen days, a language dies. The statistic isn't alarming, after all there are supposedly seven thousand languages in the world. That a language dies every two weeks, is just a statistic. The concern comes with the knowledge that a language dies because it has been forgotten. Thus it dies without recognition, without farewell and without acknowledgment. It was merely there before, a communication bridge once upon a literary dream - now a nothing. This fascinating tool that we use to interact with our fellow human beings is lost. And we don't care. The Eskimos, they say, had a hundred words for snow.
That favourite pair of shoes that you love all the holes and splits into because they are so perfect and fit you so well - gets a better send off than a language. That coat that's become too small or too big, or too much last years fashion and too little of this years craze gets more of a farewell than a languag
Follow MeYou said that it had nothing to do with me
So please share what it is that I can't see
If you just take the time, I promise to understand
And give you a hand, as best as I can
But it's hard to tell what you want to do
All that I want is for you to be you
Despite everything in society
And simply forget all the notoriety
It really hurts me to see you this way
But if you listen to me, you'll be there one day
So please, don't hide
It's better outside
I'll teach you the ins and outs
And show you what it's all about
I believe this, you'll admire,
So please don't tire,
But if you deny yourself and only listen to them,
You'll never learn what's good for you then
And please pardon my concern
But you really must learn
To accept yourself, no matter the cost
So now please allow me to guide you when you're lost
For you are beginning a beautiful new journey,
All you have to do is follow me.
BornIn the beginning,
Where do we begin?
In our minds, we progress
In our bodes, we digress
In our heart, to learn
What is right, we discern.
But what of it, forewarned,
In its nascent form
The inability to infer
Just why it differs?
No one can comprehend
Or pay with amends;
The prize of destiny-
A life of bigotry
A hateful word to confess
And they couldn't care less
For the reason it was condemned
For there was no one to defend
That it was just created that way,
But that's not what they say
They knew when it was born,
And adorned it with scorn,
"Don't," my inner voice forewarned... And as I pondered the fact that I should listen to it more often, the demon on my other shoulder kept begging. Incessantly pleading, beseeching, imploring. It would want nothing more than for me to get what I wanted (...or what it wanted...) Could my desires really be the same as that of a demon? I would be tragically crushed. We had been battling with this reverse psychology for too long.
I had been hiding and denying my sexuality for too long.
But I realize now
Why I can't relate
Why I differentiate
I can't understand
That I wasn't planned
But neither can they,
What would they say?
I can't be who I want to be
Living a life that is fake, sadly
"I'm not living,"
Battered, bruised, and beaten,
Crushed to conform,
Cold, never warm
Time to give in
Bring on the heat
To make me feel
Make me heal
"I'm going to tell them,"
But how would they react?
Would I still be intact?
In fact, actually, I'd be better locked away
Fortitude - Chapter XI
"I saved her from that life "
He lay upon a black altar, stripped from the waist up and struggling against thick chains shackling him to the stone surface. A man stood at his side, hooded and cloaked. His dark hand gripped Link's forehead in a claw-like manner, and he spoke in a low, monotonous voice.
"You didn't. You abandoned her, remember? In your heartache you stormed out. You let her go, and she suffers to this day."
"No I could never"
He jerked against his chains, crying out when his captor thrust a strange weapon against his side.
"You know it to be true. You remember it."
Link's ragged, uneven breaths filled the silent chamber.
"I remember her as my wife "
"That is a fantasy. A lie of your own fabrication." His hand tensed, tightening its grip on Link's forehead. "Must I show you again?"
Link whimpered as the man raised his torture device
The DescentIn the center of the night
Hellish demented cries, such pain and plight
Grinding, ripping, scratching, tearing
At my body and mind, though not bearing
But driven to crash and break, no wait...
The cries subside
Only now dyed
In a dark black abyss
Only louder than the sound to miss
But when its flaunted return
Brings me to learn
If, perhaps, I would tire
No regard to admire
Except a newfound fondness for the noise,
But my descent, no choice
Down to a world dark and dreary
To reside, weak and weary
Ah, why my calamity
To be dragged into insanity.
SexFlesh is the new style
so bare some skin honey
wear it out
like all the trends
that cost so much money
this ones almost free
the only cost being
the rest of your dignity
so be a whore
forget your humility
A whore to fashion
and you sold yourself
Flesh is the new style
so bare some skin
wear it out honey
like all the the other trendy sins
that cost so much money
remember this ones almost free
the only cost being
whatever is left of your dignity
Ah honey show a little more
you sold yourself
your such a trendy whore
Virgin MaidenVirgin Maiden,
Ebony black hair cascading down her back,
Bright cerulean eyes lifted upwards,
Tall and slender,
Gentleness, grace and beauty in every movement,
Speaking only a hint of the soul’s splendor,
Long flowing blue gown she is clothed in,
With the white veil of purity as her mantle.
Thy glory is hidden from the world no longer!
For thy name has been magnified!
Oh Virgin spotless.
Come into Heaven,
Take thy seat as Queen.
Do you hear the joyous shouts of the angels?
Do you hear the exalting cries of the saints?
They are all for thee,
Mother of God!
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