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online today!bird of the night
You bird of the night,
Fly freely in the sky
I am captivated by your spell
Get down here from here.
I see you as you turn your circles over and over again
Like in an endless loop.
As you can see every day the beautiful but also bad sides of the people
Oh God! You bird up there like I envy you!
What would I give for a single day, no! Only to be allowed to be like a minute
you!
You know it, you see it in my desires my distorted eyes, right?
But this will never happen,
I mortal, weak man down here,
Has adapted me to my environment
Had made it voluntarily with me,
Put me in a golden cage!
O thou my free, impetuous bird as I envy thee,
But as often as I say it will never be true!
Forgive my bird,
I bored you !?
I'll be back in my golden cage
And tomorrow morning,
I'll be back here,
Banned by you,
Banned from your freedom!
Fly freely in the sky
I am captivated by your spell
Get down here from here.
I see you as you turn your circles over and over again
Like in an endless loop.
As you can see every day the beautiful but also bad sides of the people
Oh God! You bird up there like I envy you!
What would I give for a single day, no! Only to be allowed to be like a minute
you!
You know it, you see it in my desires my distorted eyes, right?
But this will never happen,
I mortal, weak man down here,
Has adapted me to my environment
Had made it voluntarily with me,
Put me in a golden cage!
O thou my free, impetuous bird as I envy thee,
But as often as I say it will never be true!
Forgive my bird,
I bored you !?
I'll be back in my golden cage
And tomorrow morning,
I'll be back here,
Banned by you,
Banned from your freedom!
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
Just thoughtonline today!for a better world!
I have lived without living.
I have died without dying.
Run on the darkest black paths.
See how the roses color with the thorns.
Everything we colorful around me.
My feelings are silent, they are silent.
I am happy and turn around.
A dream kills my feelings.
I open my eyes and see nothing
Only the darkness of darkness.
I look into the gap of the small light.
It's going so far!
A small ray has changed my life.
He goes through all the time.
The hatred disappears, he moves.
It's going so far!
My life has begun to be colorful again
I walk through a bright rose garden.
All because of the little light.
How long did I have to wait?
But the moment does not come by itself
You have to agree.
Do not wait for help, help yourself!
Decide now - for a better world!
I have died without dying.
Run on the darkest black paths.
See how the roses color with the thorns.
Everything we colorful around me.
My feelings are silent, they are silent.
I am happy and turn around.
A dream kills my feelings.
I open my eyes and see nothing
Only the darkness of darkness.
I look into the gap of the small light.
It's going so far!
A small ray has changed my life.
He goes through all the time.
The hatred disappears, he moves.
It's going so far!
My life has begun to be colorful again
I walk through a bright rose garden.
All because of the little light.
How long did I have to wait?
But the moment does not come by itself
You have to agree.
Do not wait for help, help yourself!
Decide now - for a better world!
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
Sometimes feelings are the only thing you haveonline today!the identity
Your mask your identity
A smile on the face,
You must not be sad!
Every morning, put on the mask,
Then your life takes its course.
Emotion is still in you
And perhaps it gets worse and worse,
But you can protect yourself,
Your mask will support you.
Exaggerate your true self
Take the mask, with a laugh on the face,
Play the clown and jump
And dance, laugh, sing.
Conceal who you really are,
How the cold pain kisses you,
Be to another person,
Which is omitted and glad.
In the end splits the personality
Only you know it, the mask hides your suffering.
It is the mask of an identity,
Who begs for his salvation
A smile on the face,
You must not be sad!
Every morning, put on the mask,
Then your life takes its course.
Emotion is still in you
And perhaps it gets worse and worse,
But you can protect yourself,
Your mask will support you.
Exaggerate your true self
Take the mask, with a laugh on the face,
Play the clown and jump
And dance, laugh, sing.
Conceal who you really are,
How the cold pain kisses you,
Be to another person,
Which is omitted and glad.
In the end splits the personality
Only you know it, the mask hides your suffering.
It is the mask of an identity,
Who begs for his salvation
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
Sometimes we are not the same person
The Angry Sun!!.......
In the beginning the fire of my birth burned bright ,always guided you the green the blue with my mystic power of light .overlooking your Extreme carelessness never hearing my solar wind warning !Even removing the life of all living things do you think you will Escape me ! the angry sun ! I will call on my friend the Sea the one you poisoned ,when he only wanted to wash your stones and give you life ! I the angry Sun! will pull apart Earth"s winters blanket and leave you with a Naturist Caft of a soullessness burning for what you have become !!!
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Posted: Jul 2017
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Draconians among us
Fanatics are not a breed,
nor a race or religion,
Many faces and places,
I do wonder and say indeed!
These are descendant,
of the group known as Dragons,
worshipped by many and feared by armies,
they have Asians and Europeans in their league,
Muslims,Atheist,Buddhist,Christians,Hindus,Catholics and especially free thinkers in their midst,
They are the Draconians,
Alas who is listening. . . .
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nor a race or religion,
Many faces and places,
I do wonder and say indeed!
These are descendant,
of the group known as Dragons,
worshipped by many and feared by armies,
they have Asians and Europeans in their league,
Muslims,Atheist,Buddhist,Christians,Hindus,Catholics and especially free thinkers in their midst,
They are the Draconians,
Alas who is listening. . . .
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Also can be the Elitesor the Illuminati
they are mated
with demons and humans
WILLIAM WINTER
1792
Fear gripped his heart
ripped it apart.
His trembling limbs
had knowledge of his sins
Hanging was the game.
Survival was plain-
nonsense he knew.
So right on queue
he, the last one
swung on the gibbet,
until his bones withered.
Fear gripped his heart
ripped it apart.
His trembling limbs
had knowledge of his sins
Hanging was the game.
Survival was plain-
nonsense he knew.
So right on queue
he, the last one
swung on the gibbet,
until his bones withered.
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
True part of Northumbrian historyAnother Mess
know not, believe not
betrayal over kindness
feel not ,deserve not
trials bring numbness
yesterday gone too fast
today dont wanna smile
fear not butvyou must
will tomorrow disappear?
night crowl claim spaces
as sun swallowed by dark sky
fallen angel got me confuses
crack soul to endless cry
shameless meaningless
crowd dont speak
stay in silence
wait till the ice break
betrayal over kindness
feel not ,deserve not
trials bring numbness
yesterday gone too fast
today dont wanna smile
fear not butvyou must
will tomorrow disappear?
night crowl claim spaces
as sun swallowed by dark sky
fallen angel got me confuses
crack soul to endless cry
shameless meaningless
crowd dont speak
stay in silence
wait till the ice break
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
remember some disappoinments and my own weakness
gt, f
hu and g went to a forgotten shore
placed many flowers and set a lure
twenty wishes were counted and several gave
who undo the seaman and harness the grave
no two had answered and too many rhyming lines
gave to all a wondrous spectacle that afternoon
not one was forgiven, not one forgot
all the way revel in such selfish snot
what is the end that can come after calls
seaman calls all of you sirens and wails
who am I daring to curse your lithe skin
I bring you flowers and hope that I win
or I bring nothing and reason you all
are just happy coloring pages, they fall
some shining history made and not
taken by all
life that would rob you
placed many flowers and set a lure
twenty wishes were counted and several gave
who undo the seaman and harness the grave
no two had answered and too many rhyming lines
gave to all a wondrous spectacle that afternoon
not one was forgiven, not one forgot
all the way revel in such selfish snot
what is the end that can come after calls
seaman calls all of you sirens and wails
who am I daring to curse your lithe skin
I bring you flowers and hope that I win
or I bring nothing and reason you all
are just happy coloring pages, they fall
some shining history made and not
taken by all
life that would rob you
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Posted: Sep 2017
Post CommentThe fight i Cannot Win.....
this fight I canot win , a pain that buries it's self inside, covering all the angles that keep me tied down with unbreakable chains, and only gets worse as times passes by I try to run and hide but like a dark cloud with my name on it, following me to my grave screaming inside ,let me go but hopelessness crushes the little bit I have ,I can only watch as it slips away ..this is a fight I can never win only one fire remains a latter that I will climb and never stop only to fall to the bottom and start again. this fight i cannot win ,holding on with a heavy heart falling to me knees, knowing i was made for so much more as i fall to peace's this is the fight i cannot win i only can pray that the good lord will here me with this fight i cannot win ..
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Posted: Sep 2017
Post CommentThe power of words and the power of meaning behind the song...
I often think far too deeply music is life, music is love, music can be the worst pain reminders, music can be an encouragement to guide you to where you dream to be in life. Music can give you that hope to carry on...
I feel like crying, the tears are trapped...I want my baby she's not a baby now, she's three years old... This song is utterly breaking beautifully deep.
I JUST WANT MY OLIVIA BACK!!! ITS BEEN THREE YEARS IVE NOT SEEN YOU THE 28TH AUGUST, NOW It's NOT FAIR:-(
Enya - Crying Wolf - le chant du Loup
I feel like crying, the tears are trapped...I want my baby she's not a baby now, she's three years old... This song is utterly breaking beautifully deep.
I JUST WANT MY OLIVIA BACK!!! ITS BEEN THREE YEARS IVE NOT SEEN YOU THE 28TH AUGUST, NOW It's NOT FAIR:-(
Enya - Crying Wolf - le chant du Loup
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
A poem on loss a song that relates to the inner feelings, deep within the soul a song that helps you to reflect to understand each emotion...Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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