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Celestial Realm Captains
Here it is
The cherished secret:
Time twists the arrows of years
With unspeakable ease.
Soon comes merry Christmas
With window lights.
If my memory doesn't sleep
With someone else
And I remember it right,
The creation of this world
Belongs to God, opening doors,
And an Angel, bringing good luck ...
I'm at the crossroad now.
I would like to have an anti-shock heart
Or an ampoule filled with fast poison .
It looks like they don't care,
They don't believe in us and never cry,
Those Celestial Realm Captains:
God, opening doors
And an Angel, bringing good luck
The cherished secret:
Time twists the arrows of years
With unspeakable ease.
Soon comes merry Christmas
With window lights.
If my memory doesn't sleep
With someone else
And I remember it right,
The creation of this world
Belongs to God, opening doors,
And an Angel, bringing good luck ...
I'm at the crossroad now.
I would like to have an anti-shock heart
Or an ampoule filled with fast poison .
It looks like they don't care,
They don't believe in us and never cry,
Those Celestial Realm Captains:
God, opening doors
And an Angel, bringing good luck
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
just trying to be ironic .. but not always successful (((
Midnight In The Darkness
Midnight in the darkness
The large snow flakes fall
Illuminated only an instant
Passing by my window
Slowly growing in a pile
My eyes still longing sleep
Stare blankly into the yard
The white lines running
Follow down the length
Of the red barn boards
Silence of a winter night
Even the softest sounds
Are absorbed and muffled
By the soft cold feathers
Of the fresh fallen snow
Glowing in the gray mist
A hidden moon struggles
To keep in celestial flight
Giving an even duller light
And barely a tree a shadow
Midnight in the darkness
The large snow flakes fall
Illuminated only an instant
Passing by my window
Slowly growing in a pile
My eyes still longing sleep
Stare blankly into the yard
The white lines running
Follow down the length
Of the red barn boards
Silence of a winter night
Even the softest sounds
Are absorbed and muffled
By the soft cold feathers
Of the fresh fallen snow
Glowing in the gray mist
A hidden moon struggles
To keep in celestial flight
Giving an even duller light
And barely a tree a shadow
Midnight in the darkness
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Inspired by an awoken dream and view out my bedroom window looking over the meadow in late winter creating this dark mood.
NOTHING LEFT
You think you may see me,
but your eyes only perceive my disguise.
What you see is a mask,
I look out, from behind at the word,
with careworn weary sad eyes.
You’ll only see what I want you to see.
Never the real me inside.
I’ll never show you,
my expressionless face.
Just a mask,
always wearing a smile.
No more feelings
They have all gone
Nothing left on the inside
I stare down into the abyss
It stares back up at me
Both us sharing the nothing inside
That I hide so nobody can see
No more feelings left
They have all gone
Nothing left here on the inside
Outside I’m laughing
Inside you won’t hear a sound
My mind is a prison,
Where no trace of emotion is left
behind to be found
No means of escape
There is no way out
No doors not even a key
Sit in darkness and silence here inside my head
Nobody can set me free
No more feelings
They have all gone
Nothing left on the inside
I stare down into the abyss
It stares back up at me
Both us sharing the Nothing inside
That I hide so nobody can see
No more feelings
They have all gone
Nothing left here on the inside
but your eyes only perceive my disguise.
What you see is a mask,
I look out, from behind at the word,
with careworn weary sad eyes.
You’ll only see what I want you to see.
Never the real me inside.
I’ll never show you,
my expressionless face.
Just a mask,
always wearing a smile.
No more feelings
They have all gone
Nothing left on the inside
I stare down into the abyss
It stares back up at me
Both us sharing the nothing inside
That I hide so nobody can see
No more feelings left
They have all gone
Nothing left here on the inside
Outside I’m laughing
Inside you won’t hear a sound
My mind is a prison,
Where no trace of emotion is left
behind to be found
No means of escape
There is no way out
No doors not even a key
Sit in darkness and silence here inside my head
Nobody can set me free
No more feelings
They have all gone
Nothing left on the inside
I stare down into the abyss
It stares back up at me
Both us sharing the Nothing inside
That I hide so nobody can see
No more feelings
They have all gone
Nothing left here on the inside
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
Not much to say about this one. It's dark but I like itBurning Forests
How can I make this up to you
An old woman called Gaia
I took from you all I pleased
More a robber than messiah
Finding a field full of treasure
A drink from your fresh brook
From the nectar of your bees
The honey made of your flowers
I washed in your cold streams
I dug into your fertile earth
Planting a vineyard of pleasure
I caught fish and trapped game
Cooking them over an open fire
I nourished my body, soul, and mind
Never once did I pay for a thing
Because you were everything to me
Everything I would ever need
Now I look back and wonder
Whatever happened to my plunder
For now it is my turn as well
To give back as well I can
But there is nothing left asunder
Just a life that has perished
When all such life so flourished
Now only the orange smoke haze
Drifts over darkened charred remains
An old woman called Gaia
I took from you all I pleased
More a robber than messiah
Finding a field full of treasure
A drink from your fresh brook
From the nectar of your bees
The honey made of your flowers
I washed in your cold streams
I dug into your fertile earth
Planting a vineyard of pleasure
I caught fish and trapped game
Cooking them over an open fire
I nourished my body, soul, and mind
Never once did I pay for a thing
Because you were everything to me
Everything I would ever need
Now I look back and wonder
Whatever happened to my plunder
For now it is my turn as well
To give back as well I can
But there is nothing left asunder
Just a life that has perished
When all such life so flourished
Now only the orange smoke haze
Drifts over darkened charred remains
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
Global warming.........
Oh My God!
Did the wolf howled?
Pass the midnight hour,
A stranger at my door,
Shadow seen on the floor.
blood turning stone cold,
footsteps from the hall,
heartbeat pounding in sync,
Fear gripping my soul.
Terror of my dreams,
hearing laughter so mean,
summon of pure evil,
don't look at the devil!
Flee from the demon,
where is my Angel?
I don't want to leave,
and go down to Hell!
She is coming for me,
No one can see,
Seven lovers her bride,
Spirit wings on fire!
Pass the midnight hour,
A stranger at my door,
Shadow seen on the floor.
blood turning stone cold,
footsteps from the hall,
heartbeat pounding in sync,
Fear gripping my soul.
Terror of my dreams,
hearing laughter so mean,
summon of pure evil,
don't look at the devil!
Flee from the demon,
where is my Angel?
I don't want to leave,
and go down to Hell!
She is coming for me,
No one can see,
Seven lovers her bride,
Spirit wings on fire!
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
spookymy bones shiver
Sail.
Drifting like a wave, settle in the calming day. Shadows cloud my mind, like a storm, raging hurricane. How can I feel like this? An ocean far beyond my mind can catch. Reflected in a mirror I can see, a monster beneath me like the sea.
Hot and dry the land. Red dirt drives the labor of a man. But weather can change. Like a Tornado, we can't tame. All our eyes are blinded by the lies we hide behind.
Who across the universe can hear screams beyond 6ft deep? Where is my soul? Its all over and downhill from here. My only chance to let go is go. Gone away from pain, I think I might just feel the rain. No longer I see a monster beneath the sea I linger on and I just ride a wave with the breeze...
Hot and dry the land. Red dirt drives the labor of a man. But weather can change. Like a Tornado, we can't tame. All our eyes are blinded by the lies we hide behind.
Who across the universe can hear screams beyond 6ft deep? Where is my soul? Its all over and downhill from here. My only chance to let go is go. Gone away from pain, I think I might just feel the rain. No longer I see a monster beneath the sea I linger on and I just ride a wave with the breeze...
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
For some reason my life is like the weather. Both predictable and not at times. But I know I'm not the only one in the world whose life plays out like texas hold em so its for anyone who feels the same or just appreciates poetry.what are you really looking for?
Do you say what you mean,
Or mean what you say?
Is it the same,
Or are you playing games?
What is your aim,
Or are you insane?
What are you looking for,
And why are you still searching over again?
It is not as simple as saying hello,
And why are you taking me for a ride?
Sometimes you don't say more than a few words,
Nor do you ask me any meaningful question!
There's more to it than meet the eyes,
Hidden agenda or a lousy judge of character!
Sometimes it just does not add,
What you say you are looking And saying,
You never give a straight forward reply.
How hard can it be,
When you can decide on various other things!
Like where to go and what to eat,
And yet this is the hardest choice to make.
If you are looking for something specific,
Why just you don't spell it out clearly,
Good esteem,moral and character are just not your cup of tea,
Or else you won't still be single and searching!
A dress won't make you pretty,
A stunning guy won't always make you happy,
And money is not a even a choice,
To secure your dreams of eternal happiness!
Are you alien or plain stupid?
Ask yourself what you really seriously in need,
Power,fortune or overflowing fame,
Is this a love hunt or just demonic flame?
There's a whole world of guys for your picking,
Black,white,pale or whatever in between,
Different height and taste on offer even for me,
And yet I wait coz its not me that is not willing. . .
Or mean what you say?
Is it the same,
Or are you playing games?
What is your aim,
Or are you insane?
What are you looking for,
And why are you still searching over again?
It is not as simple as saying hello,
And why are you taking me for a ride?
Sometimes you don't say more than a few words,
Nor do you ask me any meaningful question!
There's more to it than meet the eyes,
Hidden agenda or a lousy judge of character!
Sometimes it just does not add,
What you say you are looking And saying,
You never give a straight forward reply.
How hard can it be,
When you can decide on various other things!
Like where to go and what to eat,
And yet this is the hardest choice to make.
If you are looking for something specific,
Why just you don't spell it out clearly,
Good esteem,moral and character are just not your cup of tea,
Or else you won't still be single and searching!
A dress won't make you pretty,
A stunning guy won't always make you happy,
And money is not a even a choice,
To secure your dreams of eternal happiness!
Are you alien or plain stupid?
Ask yourself what you really seriously in need,
Power,fortune or overflowing fame,
Is this a love hunt or just demonic flame?
There's a whole world of guys for your picking,
Black,white,pale or whatever in between,
Different height and taste on offer even for me,
And yet I wait coz its not me that is not willing. . .
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
sometimes I really don't understand. . .you like me or not
and why not?
simple?
much easier to make enemies than find love
Strength within
I was not asking for an heart ripping battle - yet you declared war!
You thought that with each knock and a louder roar you aimed at me
That you scared me and had me falling to the floor
BUT
Instead you made me stronger than ever before
From the external hull to my inner core
I will not give up! I will not give in!
As you cannot make me fall because I never will let you win!
You thought that with each knock and a louder roar you aimed at me
That you scared me and had me falling to the floor
BUT
Instead you made me stronger than ever before
From the external hull to my inner core
I will not give up! I will not give in!
As you cannot make me fall because I never will let you win!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2013
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Dark days
Most times flying
high on the clouds
But the darkest of days
Where noone's around,
Dealing with demons
dragging me down,
to oceans of emotions
where I almost drown,
Sick to the stomach,
So seriously ill,
I bite on bitterness,
Swallow the pill,
Married to lunacy,
We walk hand in hand,
I now pronounce you
Madness and man...
high on the clouds
But the darkest of days
Where noone's around,
Dealing with demons
dragging me down,
to oceans of emotions
where I almost drown,
Sick to the stomach,
So seriously ill,
I bite on bitterness,
Swallow the pill,
Married to lunacy,
We walk hand in hand,
I now pronounce you
Madness and man...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Just what's coming out right now...
The Night Of The Witch
Halloween is the time when children
dress up as witches, gouls and ghosties
to celebrate this special yearly event.
But there was a time in 1790 that it was a
different story, in America and other countries
around that time suspected women and men
of practicing black magic using evil chants and
Spells, and were seeked out by townspeople.
A witch was a woman who loved black cats and
used secret potions had bubbling cauldrens and
Flew around on broomsticks and if caught would be
burned at the stake or summarily drowned by the
leaders of the witch hunters, all this was the lead up
To what we now celebrate as Halloween. Children go
around trick or treating, unaware of the folklore
of the flying witch on her broomstick and evil doings
Children now expect that at midnight witches will make
their appearance during the bewitching hour, flying
across the face of the moon on their broomsticks.
Halloween is really meant to be the night of the Witch.
dress up as witches, gouls and ghosties
to celebrate this special yearly event.
But there was a time in 1790 that it was a
different story, in America and other countries
around that time suspected women and men
of practicing black magic using evil chants and
Spells, and were seeked out by townspeople.
A witch was a woman who loved black cats and
used secret potions had bubbling cauldrens and
Flew around on broomsticks and if caught would be
burned at the stake or summarily drowned by the
leaders of the witch hunters, all this was the lead up
To what we now celebrate as Halloween. Children go
around trick or treating, unaware of the folklore
of the flying witch on her broomstick and evil doings
Children now expect that at midnight witches will make
their appearance during the bewitching hour, flying
across the face of the moon on their broomsticks.
Halloween is really meant to be the night of the Witch.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
A really dark poem about Halloween.written: 25th May 2013
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