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Yours, my loveYou are the light that still shines on me
FOr you I will pine eternally
YoU were the one who did set me free
YouR love will always my comfort be
RoseS smell sweetest, my fragrant plea
SouL unto soul and heart unto heart
FoOlish is one who would tear this apart
EVery love has hardhips right from the start
Eternity's for those who choose ne'er to part
Just Because...June was the month I first met my love,
Upon first sight, a gift from above!
Soft was her voice like that of a dove,
Twas God on our hearts a tapestry wove.
Before a year passed our lives were one,
Ever so many nights we had fun!
Children were planned, before it was done,
Angels were born, two girls and a son.
Ups and downs and soon they were gone,
So here we are, our work is now done;
End of a chapter, and yet we sail on!
What He NoticedHe noticed that her hair was as blonde as the sun,
perfectly brushed, hanging loosely about her shoulders.
He noticed that her lips were as red as crimson,
curled slightly up, in an everlasting smile.
He noticed that her wedding ring glistened in the light,
a band of gold, a reminder of good times past.
He noticed that her eyes were closed as if asleep,
those beautiful blues, the windows to her soul.
But what he noticed most of all was a heart no longer beating,
a chest no longer rising and falling with breath.
"This deafening silence; O to hear her laugh once again!"
As she lay there now in her eternal bedchamber,
her lifeless body as still as the hands of a broken timepiece,
he couldn't help notice, no, he couldn't help but notice...
That his life would never be the same.
The Essence of Love
The little girl noticed the little boy with the cute dimple glancing her way. She quickly looked away, not wanting to give him the time of day. Still, she couldn't resist the urge to look again. There he was, smiling and waving, as if he'd known her for the entire 10 years that she'd been alive on planet earth! So, throwing caution to the wind, she walked across the playground toward him, at a rather leisurely pace, of course. When she got to where he was standing he stopped smiling, looked into her beautiful brown eyes and simply said: "I love you." Her face got as red as a tomato and she ran into the school gym as fast as she could and hid behind the basketball stands. There was a little tear in her eye, as she struggled with the emotions that were flooding her young heart.
The next day she saw him again. This time though, when her eyes met his, he turned away, with a sullen look on his face. She wondered to herself if it was possible that he loved her for only a day, and th
Cry of the Banshee
I heard a wail so soft and low,
from the wood I caught an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there still, did moan and fret.
To what did the lonesome cry portend?
I shivered to think 'twas near the end.
Could the reaper of darkness be nigh?
The answer soon came from up on high.
The men who dress in long white robes,
who spread their lies across this globe.
See there! Some who are dressed in red!
Their councils and decrees fill men with dread.
But the one who holds that staff so tight,
the one who's conquered in his might,
was he the one for whom she wailed,
or will they all go down unveiled?
The sound did fade as the dawn did break,
I turned on the news, now barely awake.
Lo and behold! The CITY had fallen.
The faces of many had now grown sullen.
Never again will her voice ever rise.
Never again will she give out advice.
Never again will she preach for a price.
Child of NewtownThe last time I saw you; your face, etched forever in my memory.
Those eyes, so wise, and yet loving. Your laugh, yes that laugh,
how can I ever forget! The memories we shared of good times
(sure, there were tough times too), frolicking in the wood, dancing
in the sand together, always together. You and me, me and you, living and
loving, sharing the best of times.
Will I see you again? Will we sing together again? Your favorite songs,
I know them all, word for word. I could sing them in my sleep, or recite your
favorite stories with one hand tied behind my back. Eating ice cream with you on a warm
summer night; the very best of times! My favorite was vanilla, yours rocky road.
Watching your favorite cartoon with you on Saturday morning; precious! Oh how I miss
you my child, my dear, sweet child. My heart is broken, forever numb.
"Come back to me, please come back."
"Awaken, my child, for the world is brand new.
The birds sing a song, their song is for YOU.
Dawn of a New Day
Rebellion, independence; yet what have we gained?
Alas, six-thousand years of suffering and pain.
The abuse of free will brought the sentence of death,
yet men will still curse Him with their last dying breath.
All of the hatred, the prejudice, and the wars.
All of the sadness, the despair, the closed doors.
All of the infants who died before they could live.
All of the mothers who for them would their lives give.
Genocides, jihads, ethnic cleansings, crusades.
Mankind produces evil in aces and spades.
Still, amid all the bad there has also been good,
there have always been lovers who did what they could.
Behold! Comes a day when grey skies turn to blue,
the millennial reign of the One who is true!
The dawn of a new day where love reigns supreme.
His brief time here on earth was but a foregleam.
When that day arrives planet earth is reborn.
No more eyes filled with tears or faces forlorn.
Children so perfect that it seems like a dream.
Polluted waters replaced with clea
Cosmic dance above my head,
colors that blend sublime.
Blues and greens and striking reds,
I'm lost in space and time.
Such scenes inspire dreamers,
it's nature at it's best!
Poets, artists, believers,
translating beauty's fest.
Thoughts drift to my city home,
the foul polluted air.
Smog creates a poisoned dome,
yet no one seems to care.
Planet earth, a 'jewel in space',
or so the spaceman said.
That saying now seems out of place,
a 'nest befouled' instead.
But for now I watch the lights,
and dream of better things.
A future day when earth is right,
and harmony takes wing.
Touch...and believe!the feel of fine silk
the bark of the birch
the cool running water
my toes in the sand
her soft flowing hair
his muscular frame
the feet of an infant
the small of her back
the coat of the husky
the fur of the kitten
the skin of the boa
the soft tiny gerbil
the Bible in leather
the thin delicate page
the hug from my brother
the tears on my cheek
"Many believe in just what they can see,
or can hold in the palm of their hand.
But true faith requires much more of me,
if I choose to fit in with His plan."
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
When I talk, you don’t listen.
You’re just waiting for your turn to speak.
You view every conversation as a competition.
All I can see is the unstoppable movement of your cheeks.
The flow of communication is always re directed back to you.
Almost as if everyone must hear what you have to say.
I’m not denying that half of what you say could actually be true.
But how can so much happen to a person in just one mere day.
What makes it worse is that your stories get recycled and repeated.
I zone in and out of your speeches and know exactly what happens next.
My place in the conversation is to respond and nod when needed.
If you can’t tell me in person, you incessantly try to call me or even text.
I can feel my tolerance and patience gradually wearing thin.
I am not even sure how much longer I can hold it in.
I want to tell you the truth but I don’t know how to phrase it.
Because I know once it is delivered, it is impossible to erase it.
So I have
What do you see?When you look into my eyes
What do you see?
When you speak my name
When you pull me close
Are you really that broken?
So you no longer feel the love I give
The affection I show
Or the hope my eyes try to be
Come over here now
Tell me your truth
Show me those tears
And I'll tell you my truth
Show you my fears
I'll tell you about a girl
A girl who found hope in the most hopeless boy
Let me wipe the dripping sorrow of your cheeks
as I figure out what you need right now
Let me be the first person ever to be there for you
I'll tell you this story,
I'm sure you will appreciate it
the girl is cute and boy so strong
A happy ending too, just as it should be
Just as it will be
So come over here now
Crawl up into my arms
Let me listen to your heartbeat
so I can hear you be alive and healthy with me
and I'll let you listen to my calming voice
so you can relax and learn how to rely on someone
Then tell me, when you look into my eyes
what do you see?
Heartless Hospitality~You have your games
and I have mine
You have your means to an end
And I have nothing but time
Everyone looks at me with death in their eyes
Some kind of cooked up betrayal I committed
No use in me denying these lies
There is nothing left to be said
I come knocking at your door
And you deny me the simple warmth
Of your arms and your heart
Letting this wall keep us apart
I sit here alone with myself
And I understand
I've cut off the rotten limb that got me nowhere
Cut off the screams of "It's not fair!"
What is the use of jealousy
What is the use of feeling these feelings?
I tell you I don't care for you anymore
You caused this conclusion when you double bolted the doors
So, when you look back at the pages of this life
And see all the empty photographs
You'll think of me back then
And cry for the memories we never got to have~
I see her standing on the balcony,
watching the stars way up high,
waiting for her lover to call her name,
her head higher than the sky,
She's sending letters to Romeo every night,
by letting him know that she's alright,
a piece of heaven that she can't escape from,
but it's the only way to keep the pain numb,
Juliet, Juliet, have you made your mind up yet?
Juliet, Juliet, let's keep it a secret,
Love lasts forever, and that's a long time,
trapped forever, but it's worth the crime,
The night continues, and still no sight,
he promised that he would be here,
she's weeping away against the ledge,
thoughts hit the ground with every single tear,
As the moon reflects against the sea,
she's wondering if it's meant to be,
he better come soon if he ever stands a chance,
or else someone will come and steal the last dance,
I know it hurts, I've felt the same,
it means it works, negates the blame,
whatever next, the heart won't break,
there's no regret, ma
The Death of DreamsKneeling before the alter of pain
She bows her head yet once again
Reaching out hands that tremble so
There is no choice but to let it go
No tears fall from her dark blue eyes
No sound is heard for she swallows her cries
Clenching her fists until her palms do bleed
The cold alter from these red raindrops feed
Unloved is all she has ever known
This alter of pain is her only home
Palms now held up to the uncaring sky
She releases her dreams and lets them fly
Empty and cold she turns and walks away
Her dreams have always been doomed anyway
why am I running?
My bare feet are cut from.....
I am in pain,
but it's not from the cuts.
It radiates from my core.
Extending to my shoulders,
mimicking the weight of the world.
Making it harder everyday to run...
I run from the voices who tease me,
despite the fact I'm nicer than I should.
They mock my glass heart,
even though it has been broken for a long time.
I run hollow...
the icy wind burning through the empty hollow.
because I secretly can't stand them.
I want to run from everyone's colors.
Too many of them....
I ignored it for a long time.
Now it's too much for me.
despite my bloody, torn body.
I run from them all.
Without even taking a step.
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
GhostI fell in love with a ghost,
She visited me in my dreams,
She stroked my face, smiled a tender smile,
And gazed into my heart with her eyes,
I cannot recall her name,
Because she never told it to me,
She just made me feel happy,
And that seemed enough for her.
I would often wake, with the warmth of her touch
still fresh upon my face,
The memory of her beautiful eyes
still makes my heart skip,
And beat to a rhythm I had not felt in so many years,
I would look forward to sleeping
and to be able to feel her touch again.
The dream was always the same,
I would enter a room, of such
opulent furnishing and beautiful decor,
I was always amazed;
The sun would be shining through,
Casting golden rays of hope upon her,
A woman of such beauty that only dreams are made of,
She would always look up and smile at me,
A happy smile,
A loving smile,
She would stand from her seat,
And in a second, be at my side,
Holding my hand, stroking my face,
She would say such wonderful things to me,
Things that carr
Werewolves, vampires, and ghostsWerewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh my!
And here I was sure they were friends.
Bela, one night, for my neck did try,
till his cape got caught on the fence!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good gawd!
Am I dreaming or is it all true?
When Lon grew a beard I found it quite odd,
was it real or he used super glue?
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good lord!
Am I in Transylvania or what?
Casper came callin' one night, I was bored,
and then green-slimed me right 'cross the gut!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh please!
I say enough is enough is enough!
I wish to gawd these wackos would cease,
before I grow fangs, turn into a wolf!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, all gone!
In reality, they never were there.
But thank you for coming along on the con,
truth took to flight on a wing and a prayer!
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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