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Through an Angel's Eye
Some see the world through rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.
They say that the eye to the soul is a window,
some find such introspect lame.
Still others may prefer to focus on shadow,
some seek out fortune and fame.
To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.
Through the eyes of angels she captures our world,
the wonder of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work beauty is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.
To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleep
because that’s all I’m good for;
out of work, out of time again
and my brother won’t spare a dime.
Blanket sweat reminds me of this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in depressions of this planet;
the moon weeps for me in daytime.
I yank my pockets out, like it's
my country's flag; punch-line of the
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in my sagging skin on decline.
I've no penny to my name,
jumping out the window (one
last time) makes me worth more in this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep.
Broken Hearts Can Still Keep BeatingHis hands are not like yours.
like lace across glass; a
[a] black galaxy
made a memory of me.
He told me he felt
cast into chaos.
"A distant red dwarf--
A subtle kiss of stardust
felt like a promise
holding the world still
but even that
suddenly seemed made up.
I still don't know you.
Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.
RedRed is the blood of life flowing through veins;
Red is the petals of a lover’s rose.
Red is the stripes looping ‘round candy canes;
Red is the polish painted on my toes.
Red is the crab apple eaten by deer;
Red is the velvet of Christmas stockings.
Red is the lantern welcoming new year;
Red is the plumage of cardinal wings.
Red is the blossoms waving from the tree;
Red is the brick wall protecting my home.
Red is the sunrise saluting the sea;
Red is the faded ink on the worn tome.
Red is the color of life, love, and war,
And yet red symbolizes so much more.
Stand StrongI stand in awe at the strong winds blowing
Hurricanes rising and tornadoes growing
Housing blown away and long hair flowing
Killing the crops of this year's sowing.
Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disaster
Stout in the winds that blow ever faster
Stay strong for your children, strong for your wives,
To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.
A Poem for LokiRhyming is hard
Just so you know
But for a friend
I'm giving it a go
His name is Loki
From Scotland, of course
Today is his birthday
I heard from a source
Plays Pokemon for fun
and Nuzlockes them too
Though one in particular
Might need a redo
His adventure in Hoenn
Was not quite grand
Many comrades died
Of course, not planned
But in the end he won
With a badass team
Including a Mightyena
Who reigned supreme
Not forgetting Mad6
Who replaced 5 before him
His chances of survival
Were really quite slim
And then there was Boom
Who exploded with glee
Against a troll Milotic
We won't forget thee
Tittypank is next
In the list of honours
ContrariwiseSilly little Alice,
Forget all you thought you knew,
For deep inside your head,
Everything is all askew.
If they tell you that one plus one,
Equals twelve and half, my dear,
Don't worry yourself about it,
For two is so last year.
Don't even try to be different,
Or it'll be "Off with her head!",
And you'll find it's better to live a lie,
Than it is to end up dead.
So heed this socially accepted advice,
Ditch any scraps of your insanity,
To cavort with the Hare in March,
Join the Hatter for a cup of tea.
Fritter your days away,
Dancing under a Cheshire moon,
Don't mind the surrounding chaos,
Ignore impending doom.
But even as you join in
Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was ten
I found what lingered in my head disturbing
And it wasn’t until I grabbed a pen
And saw what truly lingered when I began writing.
There were continuous voices within my head
I was not one to favor them dead
Although, they had violet images attached
The way I wrote them matched.
Since then, the voices have changed
Octaves have risen and lowered
Their words have exchanged
And eventually became uncensored.
These continuous voices have brought war
Ones with an uprising roar
And at moments I want to kill the sound
For they are so profound.
Yet, they continue to crescendo
And welcome me to a hidden story
Aur si plumbUn gând de aur, dar se simte
mai greu ca un pumnal de plumb
ce intră-n coaste, se învârte,
și caută să iasă prin minte...
Stilou de aur, scrie versuri,
dar lasă urme ca de plumb,
pe foi mânjite de cerneală,
și de cafea, și alte resturi...
Un glonţ de aur, dar se simte
mai tandru ca o zi de plumb,
îl pun aici, închid capacul,
și ca un gând, îl scot prin minte.
SandmanSleepwalking in tainted dreams
Falling through its open seams
Caving into unsure grounds
In a dream where fear abounds
Tightrope nerves are torn right through
All the facts become untrue
Screams are muted and lost midway
Still terror exists to my dismay
Faces change the closer I peer
The way I feel becomes unclear
And in the end I know it's fake
The pivotal moment when I awake
But still disturbed and afraid to dream
I wonder if they are at all what they seem
So I close my eyes and there you are
Staring at me looking bizarre
You told me you were there for me
To fight off the frauds valiantly
Trusting you I did what you said
I unmasked the
What may be a dream?Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?
Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?
The silent longings of the heart set free
To lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.
A dream is as a morning mist of spring;
Refreshing, light, and gently promising
To all who sleep and wake in time to catch
The welcome peace and glory they behold.
But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bring
When dreams escape the loving hold of thought!
The plaintive heart starts longing once again
To sink into the realms of possibility.
An AfflictionA bitter, purging wave of syllables
Unspoken chunks of memories and thoughts
Imperfect, raw and utterly sincere
The phonemes splatter hard against your heart
The sudden, wracking, cathartic release
Of vowels, consonants, and emotions
Completely empties your reserves of verse;
Vocabulary drips from nostrils flared
A fragment of dreams clings onto your tongue
Before it's spat on the reflective pit
That dreadful grip begins anew and forces
A dry-heave of clichés and tired words
And though it tears the lining of your soul
This sickness shall continue; never cloyed
Faerie InspirerThere once was a faerie so stunning and fair
With smooth caramel skin, and long, dark, locked hair
She was clever in mind with a deep-rooted soul
A carnal shaped figured; true beauty in whole
She danced in the wind, with her wings at her side
Enchanting onlookers who fell mesmerized
As she flew through the sky, to her home on the moon
Her departure caused many admirers to swoon
They composed complex tunes, and wrote tales of her splendor
And drew detailed depictions, desperate to remember
The faerie’s return saw loud cheers and great art
Each piece revealing a piece of their hearts
They begged her to dance for their eyes once agai
An Aching NeedAn Aching Need
This Kingdom of magic and wonder suits me very well, for I am without want.
I rule absolutely over my ugly subjects, like a puppet-master maneuvering strings.
The sting of want may not exist, but I have an aching desire for the one I hunt.
They are fairly simple , yet very beautiful to me; I NEED them above all other things.
My wiles and trials to win them over have led to a devious act, for which I regret not.
Whisked away through my mystical Labyrinth, her beloved brother sits upon my capable lap.
Though through her luck, and some help, she has made it to me, and ruin she has wrought.
And even though I thought myself
This sick sense of nothingCold I feel inside and out
And yet it feels right.
Above all the wanting
A sick sense of nothing.
Ignore me my love
Away you may shove.
No more I conspire
I now call you liar.
Your love was a lie
Like a final goodbye.
The nothing was warm
and it was my norm.
But foresake it I had
In love was I glad.
But no more are we
As you've told me.
Through your silence
Above all the hurting
I'll return to my nothing.
My sinMy sin burns me from the inside
I shy from it but I can't hide
It takes me from deep with-in
Why do I lust for simple flesh
Man and woman woven like mesh
I hunger for nothing but....
Away take it all away
To one god or many
Save my soul from
Time is nothingI see you always together with me
So time without you means nothing.
Your very voice sets me free
But from you I'm not running.
So now I dream of you again
Deep in my embrace.
You are more to me than just a friend
Or a beautiful face.
Ode to thee your beating heart
which sets mine all a flutter.
Truer than any a lost art
Is that which I now mutter.
Our kiss a bond stronger than words
that any man vould speak.
If your bond be broken shards
slain would be the meek.
Once upon a Midnight dreamingOnce upon a midnight dreaming
I heard a voice with in me screaming,
My lungs began to gasp for air
I soon became devoid of care,
I sank back into the growing darkness
No longer could I feign alertness,
My eyes began to shut again
I fought and fought but could not win,
Just when I had thought I died
I rolled over onto my side,
I don't know when will be next time
But listen to my words and rhyme,
Do not give in like I might do
with this rhyme I might save you.
My Angel LovelessYou were my poison
The drug of my addiction
And each line you spoke was never meant for me
Each rhythm in my ear
each voice that i could hear
And now your just an angel loveless
(Now your just an angel Loveless)
I wish you were
But you were never ever
The one to shut my eyes to sleep
And free me from my loveless Nightmare
(free me from my loveless nightmare)
White winter dreamingI spent my December dreaming
Of the snow white woman screaming,
Bound in lace a promise fleeing
By the way that goes unseeing.
Love is lost to me and her
Now alone its no endeavor,
Unfortunately I remember
She's not in my White December.
All of this is now too late
And the snow must dissipate
I wonder now would she wait
If my words I took and ate.
Killer and obsessionI wish I had cried
Before she died
But my tears freeze
Because she lied.
So I ripped out her heart
And tore it apart
But before she turned cold
I went to my art.
I dressed her to look nice
Now forever in ice
She is my porcelin doll
Mines with no price.
Forever will I keep her
and forever will she stay
My love is the reaper
And my lovers shall pay.
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