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| Ok�this poem is one of the first ones that I did � it�s the only one I�m putting on here because it�s the only one I can find right now� Bare with me � I�ll put more up later: Promise! |
| The calm The seas The Sinking sky, soothing verses of a lullaby Feeding hopes so pure, so high living lives with humble pride. Angelic Wings, mystical might, unicorns- beast of light, Empower me with holy fight Cleanse me of hatred and spite. I dream of wishes, I dream of love, But also I dream arrows, of wounded doves. a path�s not there. There�s no one to follow Except for the black thing A curs�d shadow Behind the shadow Light Slashes through burning, searing, lighting my view. It�s my hope, It�s my soul, It�s my love � it�s you. You make me, a hero. my heart�s one true |
| what was you To yesterday? My yesterday was full of sorrow not enough damage but lacking morals hating life cause it was just a dream� How could there be such things? What was you Too yesterday? how�s Your today? mine Takes but gives no hate � Loves all: but that�s My mistake. hoping for a miracle come true ( yet Trembling at my very own view). How�s You�re today? then it�s gonna be the morrow? My morrow�s hardship but its not Mate -to willing take life�s Bait silence more pure then a Lamb No more Waiting, No more Damned Then Its gonna be the morrow? |
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| My thoughts on the world--->click |
| Ok...here's some of my more recent ones.... |
| When i hear you speak to me my ears gently ring, 20 hundred Nightngales pouring their hearts to sing. When i savor your sweet scent so fair and so keen, Before me an acre of flowers, my thoughts only just redeemed. Do i dare even describe your eyes which only i have seen, A hundred thousand visions and and a scorefold of dreams. Yet when i hold you, angel girl, i really do believe a million trillion stars created, the pure essence of things. |
| My life�is it really full of sorrow� And this dream � does it have to be filled with rain? If so, then my hopes can never have a tomorrow Thus my thoughts, an everlasting drain. Angels glisten in the crisp crystal air Will your lovely moons and stars remember me tonight? My soul believes it should be filled with despair But my spirit knows everything�s alright Clear and clairvoyant are my thoughts, This little raindrop, it lets me fly. Yet by time the devil�s work is brought Those crusades, they just pass me by� Congregation of cogitations on Michael Perpetuating my perpetrations: a cycle. |