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The Mind And Body ch2: the Lady Black
What now go on here were may I be,
What feeling of lust has come over me,
My body and mind was given to one,
The yang to My yin has become undone,
This spell the rapture of know exquisite sin greater,
How could I the guardian be come the great traitor,
Deceived by this mind altering spell,
gravity of the state that I'm in,
Driving My mind into chaos again,
It's embraces caries me through the darkest of haze,
The torment of burden like being up for ten day,
The feelings I feel and images I see,
Longing for The one the I once set free,
The memories of two are ripped from my soul,
As know I'm alone trap in this black hole,
Strength from with in give me all of your might,
My strength from without has failed me tonight,
aimlessly striving without much success,
The power depleted I've become powerless,
Trapped in a whole surrounded by black,
I need bright light to see my way back,
I need a hint a glimmer of hope,
Panic sets In can't manage to cope,
I need this to end I will find out how,
To regain my willpower and put on and wear a new crown,
I must remember that man that I once was,
Regain my power and rise above,
the shroud of evil that has consumed my soul,
And fight darkness that has to regain my control,
Days trickle buy at the speed hot wax,
My insides burn like a newly forged ax,
This stretching turmoil has only two cures,
give into temptation and keep himself pure,
On that final coarse of his day when suddenly,
The sickness and pain brings him to his knees,
The battle inside has reached its peak,
The survivor of this cannot be timid or weak,
So strongly now the crave of her touch,
Even knowing when he has had to much,
When out of the dark a shall appears,
A sliver of hope a familiar voice draws near,
As the black fades this figure illuminates,
Lighting the darkness a sense of hope it creates,
As the voice called gather your strength,
The light grows brightest closing the length,
It's her the fire in his heart grows at last,
This women he treasured in his recent past,
The free spirit who taught him to fly,
Now because of him she is ready to die,
Must break free of these shackles of black,
And gather his power in in one quick attack,
Give what he can but it was never this tuff,
But he never gives in and enough is enough,
Screaming in pain he tears at his binds,
The pain echoes throughout till her ear it finds,
And then quickly to us aid she tears at the binds,
As they struggle to regain,
that moment they lost all in vain,
But as they focus on him the trap is on her,
Caught up in the moment the tables have turned,
No the Lady in black has what she needs,
When at her worst he tells her to breath,
Remember who she is and never forget,
The spirit within you must focus on again,
I'll will be your strength I'll give you hope I'll be your guardian,
......to be continued
What feeling of lust has come over me,
My body and mind was given to one,
The yang to My yin has become undone,
This spell the rapture of know exquisite sin greater,
How could I the guardian be come the great traitor,
Deceived by this mind altering spell,
gravity of the state that I'm in,
Driving My mind into chaos again,
It's embraces caries me through the darkest of haze,
The torment of burden like being up for ten day,
The feelings I feel and images I see,
Longing for The one the I once set free,
The memories of two are ripped from my soul,
As know I'm alone trap in this black hole,
Strength from with in give me all of your might,
My strength from without has failed me tonight,
aimlessly striving without much success,
The power depleted I've become powerless,
Trapped in a whole surrounded by black,
I need bright light to see my way back,
I need a hint a glimmer of hope,
Panic sets In can't manage to cope,
I need this to end I will find out how,
To regain my willpower and put on and wear a new crown,
I must remember that man that I once was,
Regain my power and rise above,
the shroud of evil that has consumed my soul,
And fight darkness that has to regain my control,
Days trickle buy at the speed hot wax,
My insides burn like a newly forged ax,
This stretching turmoil has only two cures,
give into temptation and keep himself pure,
On that final coarse of his day when suddenly,
The sickness and pain brings him to his knees,
The battle inside has reached its peak,
The survivor of this cannot be timid or weak,
So strongly now the crave of her touch,
Even knowing when he has had to much,
When out of the dark a shall appears,
A sliver of hope a familiar voice draws near,
As the black fades this figure illuminates,
Lighting the darkness a sense of hope it creates,
As the voice called gather your strength,
The light grows brightest closing the length,
It's her the fire in his heart grows at last,
This women he treasured in his recent past,
The free spirit who taught him to fly,
Now because of him she is ready to die,
Must break free of these shackles of black,
And gather his power in in one quick attack,
Give what he can but it was never this tuff,
But he never gives in and enough is enough,
Screaming in pain he tears at his binds,
The pain echoes throughout till her ear it finds,
And then quickly to us aid she tears at the binds,
As they struggle to regain,
that moment they lost all in vain,
But as they focus on him the trap is on her,
Caught up in the moment the tables have turned,
No the Lady in black has what she needs,
When at her worst he tells her to breath,
Remember who she is and never forget,
The spirit within you must focus on again,
I'll will be your strength I'll give you hope I'll be your guardian,
......to be continued
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
This is the second part to the poem. And the struggles within are not light hearted and to those who have over come them be proud of what you have done and hold not regret for the past but hope for the future.
The Repeating
Alienate the peace in me,
cut all ties, light the fuse.
Animate the me unseen,
evoke the lines, no way to lose.
Free me, hold me, come break me loose.
Shimmer me brightly, unveil the ruse.
Deny the root of my cold withered stare,
as you defile the hopes of this old jaded noose.
With tears that tear, you cradle me so.
The words of love, they won't let me go.
Trough many moments, and so many years,
how could I defy those glistening tears?
Mend the wounds in me,
put on a smile, don't let me stagger.
Deafen the voices I heed,
repeat the cycle, reuse the dagger.
cut all ties, light the fuse.
Animate the me unseen,
evoke the lines, no way to lose.
Free me, hold me, come break me loose.
Shimmer me brightly, unveil the ruse.
Deny the root of my cold withered stare,
as you defile the hopes of this old jaded noose.
With tears that tear, you cradle me so.
The words of love, they won't let me go.
Trough many moments, and so many years,
how could I defy those glistening tears?
Mend the wounds in me,
put on a smile, don't let me stagger.
Deafen the voices I heed,
repeat the cycle, reuse the dagger.
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Posted: Aug 2019
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a wink in time
a shot o'er the bough brought fear through the night
still, I wish you very much the same
never realizing the terrible chore
the unrealistic claim
that we both were to blame
no matter what our name
and who we chose to shame
or why we play the game
it always ends the same
we're human, expect little more
perspectives pick up the weakness of you now
the softness and bruising inside
I only try to help 'cause I know
the terrible thoughts in your mind
only leave you behind
and others of your kind
friends you may find
if they be of likemind
must have come from the same vine
thus securing that none ever grow
food on the table, but not a bite for me
nourishment? huh? what a joke!
I feed upon your vice and all you say is good
my belly fat with flab
from pronouncements that you blab
your failed attention for to grab
spotlight for diatribe
now you'll never hide
see your darkness deep inside
your heart is black, your mind is merely wood
still, I wish you very much the same
never realizing the terrible chore
the unrealistic claim
that we both were to blame
no matter what our name
and who we chose to shame
or why we play the game
it always ends the same
we're human, expect little more
perspectives pick up the weakness of you now
the softness and bruising inside
I only try to help 'cause I know
the terrible thoughts in your mind
only leave you behind
and others of your kind
friends you may find
if they be of likemind
must have come from the same vine
thus securing that none ever grow
food on the table, but not a bite for me
nourishment? huh? what a joke!
I feed upon your vice and all you say is good
my belly fat with flab
from pronouncements that you blab
your failed attention for to grab
spotlight for diatribe
now you'll never hide
see your darkness deep inside
your heart is black, your mind is merely wood
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
was to recall that cur, always bit the hand that fed themThe night
The night,the caves in thier sheltered burrows I sit amist the evening glimmers, as th,cose a heart alighte night-owl sleeps While the caged bird weeps and creeps. The day,my yellow for thee............................. take hold for it dare not bite. "What you may ask...! For is there no secret that i keep to task. Sleep now...In all lost mellow time you may weary,Cose a heart alight. "What we seek,ask no more All thats tainted was never pure. As the night-owl sleeps................?
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
One more to hopefully ponder over..!Tale of Two Wings
Long ago, upon a mythical mountain, lived a legendary bird
A beautiful, golden bird but born with only one wing
And so she must join her mate before she can fly
High up, from the top of a great tree, she watches and waits
By day she is surrounded by a heavy fog
But at night she can see the stars
Alone, across the valley, he waits for her
Surrounded by the same dense fog
At night he wonders at the stars
They grow old, alone, day by day watching and waiting, unable to fly
They fear that life is passing them by without the promise of love
Sometimes they question, “Could the gods be so cold?”
The god of the valley hears all of their sorrows and sees their offerings of tears
But he knows if he pulls down his blanket of fog they may fall into despair
When they finally see how far apart they really are
He means well, but the god, in all of his wisdom, has committed an injustice to them
He has no knowledge of what it means to die, and what that means to love
To them it is better to know than to spend a lifetime wondering
They say that anyone who hears their song will have a broken heart.
A beautiful, golden bird but born with only one wing
And so she must join her mate before she can fly
High up, from the top of a great tree, she watches and waits
By day she is surrounded by a heavy fog
But at night she can see the stars
Alone, across the valley, he waits for her
Surrounded by the same dense fog
At night he wonders at the stars
They grow old, alone, day by day watching and waiting, unable to fly
They fear that life is passing them by without the promise of love
Sometimes they question, “Could the gods be so cold?”
The god of the valley hears all of their sorrows and sees their offerings of tears
But he knows if he pulls down his blanket of fog they may fall into despair
When they finally see how far apart they really are
He means well, but the god, in all of his wisdom, has committed an injustice to them
He has no knowledge of what it means to die, and what that means to love
To them it is better to know than to spend a lifetime wondering
They say that anyone who hears their song will have a broken heart.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
This poem is inspired in form by Chinese literature and in feeling by the forum of someone I met here who lives in China. I love Chinese literature and stories about Chinese culture, both recent and ancient.The visions.
I looked to the distant vision we concieved, I have delighted in all we feed.! whence we threw our lives too dust, I created a sword for you to thrust. a heart i seached for thee to feel. whence my emotions you do steal. I care not for thee today,or of yesteryear, you name i dare to mutter clear. It took a life to pass before we ever believed, "visions we dare but see ,never share or for that concieve...!
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
It was thinking about the faces on web,faces,faces...!A evening tremor..!
we trembled with the evening tremors, whilst the moon lay weak.he rest. I blanked thee tender wind i breathe. thus deep in hearts you caress, we ate from mans earth,yed fed upon womens hand. Bloated with are gluttony we shelter west. sing no tunes,,the violin plays..! feel your warmth and lay to rest. the valley in far lost hills is yours to dwell, so behold,and cherish well..! we tremble in evening tremors, whikst the moon lay weak,I guess....!
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
On the same thought as my previos poem,thanks to all you fine people..!desicions made otherwise
There was a small village.
Where happy people lived.
But when the vikings came, causing pain.
ransacked a town left burning but condemned by rain.
A youngster came along.
saw that all happiness was gone.
buildings blackburned and hidden zombies.
not able seeing the salvation of survival in their eyes.
in fact there has been no war.
everybody refused to help, or were to trembled by fear.
The war will never be won.
All the time after the disaster.
the young fellah, is still smilling.
unto the bitter angry chief of the village.
whinning: why are you laughing?
Oh I don't mean it that bad dear lad.
would I yearn for a time we once met?
could I not build it better than last time.
Why don't you consider time.
it's falling of your sleeve.
but ever since you are the killjoy.
and harbringer of happiness, you are your own thief.
but what could I possibly do?
well you could get the other mourners together.
bury corpses, making a bigger city.
building better strongholds.
So you might take a chance next time these savages appear.
enjoy life, it's short, but a mourning second never crawls back in.
it's lost for a lifetime.
Where happy people lived.
But when the vikings came, causing pain.
ransacked a town left burning but condemned by rain.
A youngster came along.
saw that all happiness was gone.
buildings blackburned and hidden zombies.
not able seeing the salvation of survival in their eyes.
in fact there has been no war.
everybody refused to help, or were to trembled by fear.
The war will never be won.
All the time after the disaster.
the young fellah, is still smilling.
unto the bitter angry chief of the village.
whinning: why are you laughing?
Oh I don't mean it that bad dear lad.
would I yearn for a time we once met?
could I not build it better than last time.
Why don't you consider time.
it's falling of your sleeve.
but ever since you are the killjoy.
and harbringer of happiness, you are your own thief.
but what could I possibly do?
well you could get the other mourners together.
bury corpses, making a bigger city.
building better strongholds.
So you might take a chance next time these savages appear.
enjoy life, it's short, but a mourning second never crawls back in.
it's lost for a lifetime.
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Posted: May 2010
Post Commenthurt
hurt
bitter resentful
conflict words haste
sow love not bitter seeds
hurt
bitter resentful
conflict words haste
sow love not bitter seeds
hurt
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Posted: Sep 2010
Post Comment
illigal trade in soul and body
on the corner of the streets in lay byes they stand
dressed in there rags to riches clutching their mobiles in hand
wondering where there next fix maybe
to escape their termoil of this land
punters come and go they like voultors prey on the volunable woman of the night
these women of ill repute, selling there bodies of there trade
some inocent some wanting fun ,most so volunable
intoxicated on drugs and alcahol, intoxicated they will sleep with any one
for that next fix they rely upon
to get trough there wretched day they toll away selling there bodies and souls to the pimps they know
locked in there daily trade never knowing
if they will be here today ,or gone tommorow
for on the streets they have to borrow
to make ends meet for there illect trade for thats the only work they know
dressed in there rags to riches clutching their mobiles in hand
wondering where there next fix maybe
to escape their termoil of this land
punters come and go they like voultors prey on the volunable woman of the night
these women of ill repute, selling there bodies of there trade
some inocent some wanting fun ,most so volunable
intoxicated on drugs and alcahol, intoxicated they will sleep with any one
for that next fix they rely upon
to get trough there wretched day they toll away selling there bodies and souls to the pimps they know
locked in there daily trade never knowing
if they will be here today ,or gone tommorow
for on the streets they have to borrow
to make ends meet for there illect trade for thats the only work they know
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Posted: Jan 2011
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