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| Warrior Poetry |
| A Venture to the top of the hill Cold winter winds bite at my face, I dream of a warmth that's not in this place, It resides in my dreams makes its home in my mind, which no one could faulter, stifle or bind. my hopes, asperations, love and belief, Is walking this path of regret and relief. My life is a venture, a trek if you will, through sorrow and hardships up a long winding hill. And though I am tired and want to give up, Pride is poured out and I drink from that cup. I hold my head high, and I state with some grace, believe in yourself, you'll find the right pace. copyright 2000 |
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| Heal My Soul Take this pain from me, oh mistress of magic. Cleanse my soul, free my mind, heal my heart. I will beg you till I have no strength left in my body. I will cry to you to release my pain. Until blood mingles with sweat. Until I have no tears left to shed. Until my soul is finally at peace, and all is quiet. copyright2000 |
| Journey To my one and only true love I watched the sky darken, as she looked into my eyes. A thousand years had past, when I heard her distant cries. I took a piece of day, I made it look alright. I took ahold of her sweet hand, and stole into the night. I made her fall in love. I took her breath away. My spirit told me I was wrong, I did it anyway. My life is now complete. I walked my path through Hell. She drug me out of my own pity, into this tale I tell. copyright2000 |
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| One Lonely Tear In the valley of my spirit, through the forests of my soul, you came across my horizon, and my life was once again whole. Then came my deadly terror, in the desert of my pain, it clouded up my thinking, out of thunder came the rain. It soothed the savage fire, it calmed the raging fear, it released the mighty pain, from one solitary lonley tear. copyright2000 |
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