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| EXTREAM INTENCITY How Glorious it must have been to play that day. The weather was against them both, Yet one of the teams overcame the odds, In a game even God stopped to watch Two of the Greats meet, and it was as if gods were playing People cheered as if it were Hercules entertaining his challenges They played the game of the low, and at the end was held up high Glory to those worriers who fought Greatness And pity to those only tried and were crushed Greatness played as if they were at war with the Carthaginians; They showed no mercy What was once the others empire, the great ones called home It was a marvelous day. Just as if they were crusaders in Constantinople Or the allied forces in Germany, They were gods among men that day. And the game ended to the sound of WE ARE� C C =DiGiandomenico= |
| Petals What is missing from me? If I take a petal of the most beautiful flower, What would be more beautiful - The living petal, still beautiful and untouched, Or the dieing flower, still in all its beauty? They say beauty is in the eyes of the One who beholds it, But what if the person was blind and could not see the beauty? How can I see the beauty the world has to give? I am blind and am forever forbidden to see such things. To you, which is more beautiful? Teach me how to recognize beauty like you do, I yearn to learn from you, To me such things are a paradox. If I learn of beauty, I can learn how to overcome this diesis of the mind. I know you can save me from this. Thank you, thank you, You taught me the most impotent lesson of them all, There is always something to learn. Petals =DiGiandomenico= |
| It's Time, It's Time Its time, its time Onto the battle field, Its time, its time The evil ones come, Its time, its time The valiant ones show, the evil trembles Its time, its time The war is fought Its time, its time The scores are tallied Its time, its time Another one falls to the great dynasty Its time, its time The crown is ours The sweet and blood of many has achieved this position of greatness For its time for the champions to revive their awards Long Live The Dynasty, Long Live The Valiant Ones. =DiGiandomenico= |
| Greatness Fame is for the 15 minuets everyone receives. Greatness is forever, for only the elite dose greatness come. Can you achieve greatness? I challenge you. Are you one of the elite? Can you achieve greatness? Prove It. = =DiGiandomenico= |
| Everything I Got Legends fall, but gods go on for ever. If I had to play the last day of my life right now, I would want to go out as a god. Who do you want to go out as? =DiGiandomenico= |
| To My Fellow Poet I know an artist, an unknown poet I read his writings and ask myself, Why can't I write such things? I envied the talent of this one man One man, my friend, Poet Extraordinaire =DiGiandomenico= |
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| You�re the Reason You are the reason God made tears� The reason why the word perfect exists� You and you alone hold the key� That unlocks the abyss� Love was a word they made to describe you� Love is why I found you� Love is the virtue we each feel, too� Above all, I love you� This poem is to that anonymous one� Whose beauty surpasses anyone�s� The ones whose smile is brighter then the sun� This poem is for you, the one and only true. =DiGiandomenico= |
| Seventy-three as One We are as one team, therefore we are one; Seventy-three cells creating one whole, No one cell is more important then the other, No one cell controls the rest, We are unified as on. We go to battle�all seventy-three�and we all return, And victorious or not, we still are one, Each one knows that there are seventy-two other brothers besides him, We are a team. Our battle cry� �Seventy-three as one we go off to battle� Seventy-three as one we all return.� =DiGiandomenico= |
| The Band of Brothers� Poem never has there been a band of brothers close as kin so close they would die for each other. they fought side by side these brothers, so brave together into battle they would ride for a tradition they tried to save. these men fought hard� great glory each did sought� their story not even told by a bard of these great soles, who together fought. this poem comes to an end, but the brothers will go on. a new tale they will send, a new generation to carry it on. =DiGiandomenico= |
| Ponderings of Matters on Love I sit at my writings and think, I sit here and ponder, Does time make the heart grow fonder? Or will our love go down the sink? When I first said it, I meant it. Now that time has passed, I still do. I still, I still, I still love you. Even though now, I ponder while I sit. I ponder and think of us, Our eternal love and devotion, With every moment, every emotion, With you I place my love and trust. Be mine, You for me, I for you, With this contract we sign by �I love you.� You are mine, I am yours, until the end of time. =DiGiandomenico= |
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| The Life I am to Lead if this is the life i am to lead let me go forth with vigor let me never have regret and never let me forget my freinds i prey the same fortunes may fall upon you, dear reader reader, freind, patron, and sole may you be happy in your venture and may you never forget or regret =DiGiandomenico= |
| My Freinds I know the greatest people ever: good people. People that are my friends, and people that I love People who I care for, and people who I like. Here�s to you, all my friends. Guys who help me through the thick and thin My brothers, my boys, my buddies. Here�s to you, all my friends. Gals who I love and adore. Gals that I have known forever, and ones that know me. To you my friends, you always have a friend in me! Let nothing ever come between any of us, Let not time, land, creed, war, or disagreement ever break us apart. Here�s to you, all of you. God has to reward you for putting up with me I know he has already rewarded me, He let me know such good people like you. =DiGiandomenico= |
| I Heard Nothing
I heard an angel cry when I was born. I heard the Devil laugh while I grew. I heard the waters giggle when I was wed. I heard the heavens sing when my child was born, / And now I hear sweet nothings as I rest. Nothingness is true peace. Dose this mean life is not peaceful? No, we just take a step back during life, To hear what there is to hear. Where the angles crying for me? Had the Devil laughed as I grew? Had the waters giggled? Did the heavens sing? Was there silence or did I stop listening? =DiGiandomenico= |
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