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Follow Me

Follow me, sage father
Tempered with the ages
Embodied in a ghost
Never seen
Where lies my hope
Deaf as a post
To all my suffering

Follow me, exalted past
On fields of glory
All honor makes
Never forgetting
The stories told
From turning pages
In recesses of my mind

Follow me, heart pure
Filtered by the ashes
Of all my failures
Cleansed by fire
Escaping no one
Resurrections made
And wounds healed

Follow me, wizened lady
Reading tea leaves
Arranged by nature
At the bottom
Of my cup of fears
Forecast my future
With all its tears

Follow me, natural soul
Who lifts me higher
On tides of hope
Beyond the safety
Of those would hang
Me on a rope
With no remorse

Follow me, immortal mother
Whose love I knew
Born of pleasure
Her seed good measure
From which I grew
Into her treasure
Behold in her eye
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Very abstract sense of spirituality within myself...
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nixxo

I Am Dead Inside My Sorrow

I see the fire.

I am the flames.

I am hurting.

Within the inside.

Next to which rests with the dead.

I do not linger.

Even to point one finger.

I swallowed my pain.

I am the nail in the cross.

I take.

I break.

For yours and heavens sake.

I carry my burdens.

You will never see me cry.

My tears are not forsale.

Not today and surely not tomorrow.

Never in the corner of the dark.

I will drown.

I will suffocate.

My heart hangs around a stake.

I do not have to die.

I am dead inside my sorrow.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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nixxo

Grave Which Lies Hidden

Chained before the change, I am absorbed into the shade of faint.

Painted to last by portrait, pictured to the brush.

I hang by the flames of my frame.

Morning to dawn, savage is the start of another brutal day.

Life consumes energy, worn as a dress.

Alive to feel dead, death comes to a stop but far from the end.

I circle the deepest holes inside my brain.

I broke straight through my mind, I turned left at every bend.

Prevent the explosion in between the chemical storm trapped by time.

Captured by the voice of violence.

Totally ignored by the breath of silence.

The trilogy of the square is where my shadow was seized.

Wrapped with plastic fanatics to feel fantastic.

I am healing inside my nightmare.

Bleeding that I am dreaming.

Burning with the aches of hate.

I do not feel any less to care.

I am screaming for an eye to see.

For one split of a second.

For you to believe me.

Taste my tears.

I will grave which lies hidden.

I will grave my fears.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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nixxo

Dag Of Nag

Deur vensters met krake.
Staar ek harteloos in die ruimte.
Regtig verlore.
Alleen onder die maanlig.
Alleen tweetalig.
Alleen.
Die spieel hang skeef in die gang.
Ek kan myself nie seen nie.
Die spieel is omgedraai.
Dit is nag.
Maar dit is dag.
My oe brand diep in my skedel.
Ek worstel onbepaald met die son.
Dit is die sterre wat my die hulp
aanbied.
Die sterre verstaan die gewig van
my trane.
Dit is dag.
Maar dit is nag.
Die pyn raak te erg.
Die pyn maak my net seer.
Ek kan nie meer voortgaan nie.
Ek wil nie weer agteruit gaan nie.
Maar.
Maar.
Maar.
Sonder jou aan my sy.
Kan ek niks klaarmaak nie.
Die oorlosie teen die muur fluister
saggies.
Met die hand van tyd word ek
gewys.
Dit is al twaalfuur.
Dit is nag.
Maar dit is dag.
Wat maak die tyd saak.
My hart klop te vinnig.
Bloed ontplof diep in my bors.
Kan ek lewendig wees.
Ek begin te twyfel.
Ek mis jou.
Ek is lief vir jou.
Jy is die enigste een wat my dors
les.
Ek is verslaan.
Maar ek doen my beste.
Ek voel soos n dooie hanswors.
Ek staan voor jou graf.
Ek weet nie hoekom nie.
Dit is dag.
Maar dit is nag.
Die probleem is dat ek my naam op
die grafsteen lees.
Oor en oor.
Weer en weer.
My naam kan nie leuens vertel nie.
Ek staar.
Ek staar alleen.
Heeltemal.
Is die werklikheid.
Regtig.
Is ek die gees van ons verlede.
My oe is vol trane.
Dit raak nag.
Maar dit is dag.
Alleen .
Met die donker.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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nixxo

I Love You Babes

I miss you babes -
When I am home -
Surrounded by you crafts -
Mr Dingles is sitting on my lap -
Favourably the skeleton scarecrow -
Which stalks you strawberry supply -
I miss the chocolate mouse, with the dark flavours, you so gently spooned onto my lips -
I love the taste after the taste, the one from your tongue, which splits my mouth to be accepted, by more to your one -
I miss you babes, when you lap by the dance, ontop of me, whispering my name, never stopping, then we play our game -
I miss you more everyday, my love which now is my passion, will never be complete -
I miss you babes when I am down at night, when I feel to the complete in lost, your life came at the price, no God can expect me to do the cost -
I love you babes, I never said those words to you, by the mean, to fulfill your dreams -
Do you hear my screams, I am a fool, I am a fool, what I thought was cool, was not to the measure in you -
I cry, I do not care, I love you babes -
I miss you more everyday -
Open is my heart by thought -
My chances missed -
So I miss you babes -
My mistake, I misjudged, I ringed the finger on your hand, with tears -
You wear the ring to your grave -
I said I do, but somehow, I expected an anwser too -
I miss you babes -
My heart was graved next to you
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Posted: Oct 2013
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HieuDao

Lost in the Clouds

I want to change my path
But my will is weak
My soul love battered
Now I walk alone
On this path of slumber
A forever high
Digging a hole
Into nothingness
Where Puff the magic dragon
And reality hides
I've lost my way
In a cloud of smoke
It's time I must return
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
We all have our poison
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LifeThirst

I Traverse The Path

I traverse the path, groping in darkness,
In search of salvation;
I lose my way now and then;
My head bumps against the stony walls;
I return to the prison
Where all sense is lost.

I want sunlight and the open sky,
I want the touch of affection of the wind,
I want to travel from galaxy to galaxy,
But I lose my way and am compelled
To return to my dark cell of vanity.

So the beauty of the life remains unseen,
The sky remains unknown,
The sunligh and the smell of the wind
Remain beyond reach,
I am sorrounded by endless darkness
Of futile vanity.


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Posted: Apr 2014
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ngamana

dawn of battle

by moon light we ride ten thousand side by side with swords drawn held high our maces and armour shine hail too thee our infantry brave into the grave all sworn the eternal vow the time too strike is now kill kill kill gone are the days when freedom shone now blood and steel meet bone in the battles way the sands of time will shade how proud our stand with mace and chain in hand sound the charge into glory ride over the top of the vanguished pride victory victory victory we crossed a starlit sky no space no time heavy loss men die
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
felt like it
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Billwillie

The first war

Never will I forget,or should I,
I watched my sisters and brothers turn
The light was not as bright as before,
One third of heavens angels burned
There was no one to guide us then,
We fought friends for the souls of men
The sacrifice in eons made sense,
Now again we must make amends
Where are you,I need you father
I fear you have given up on us now,
Are we not worthy,a begotten daughter,
Michael,Rapheal,Uriel,tell me how?
For I truly can not do that again.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Its about the war in Heaven.Its told by one of the Archangels,I will let each viewer to decide who that is.The loss regret and futility of it all from an angels perspective.
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goodluck26

lover are lovers all

lovers are always the lovers and not can other be....
I still remembered the day,when met both you and me.
you were cute as same and i was all with tremble...
and in my all the greys,thine shadow hold all atable..
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
it of s small few lines for one some part of my life kept care,but left for rich one...
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