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M.E.T.U.S. S.I.N.G.U.L.I.
M.EET WHAT YOU HAVE MADE
E.NOUGH TO LET GO?
T.IME WHISPERED YOUR TRUE NAME
U.NHEARED BY ANYONE.
S.TONES ONCE LAID WITH YOUR FIRE
S.TILL SLOW, WON’T WARM AGAIN.
I.NCENSIVE TRACE PASSED ON TO YOU
N.EVER MORE, FOR NON AGAIN, WILL FUME A FAMILLIAR TRAIL.
G.ONE ALL THIS WAY LOOKING AWAY, AND BACK FROM WHERE YOU’RE GOING
U.BIQUITOUSLY NOW – DESIDERATE!
L.EFT VOID WHEN PAID BACK, WHAT YOU’VE BORROWED
I.N AN EMPTY HEAVEN MADE ONLY FOR THOSE WHO LEAVE THE LIFE FOR TOMORROW
E.NOUGH TO LET GO?
T.IME WHISPERED YOUR TRUE NAME
U.NHEARED BY ANYONE.
S.TONES ONCE LAID WITH YOUR FIRE
S.TILL SLOW, WON’T WARM AGAIN.
I.NCENSIVE TRACE PASSED ON TO YOU
N.EVER MORE, FOR NON AGAIN, WILL FUME A FAMILLIAR TRAIL.
G.ONE ALL THIS WAY LOOKING AWAY, AND BACK FROM WHERE YOU’RE GOING
U.BIQUITOUSLY NOW – DESIDERATE!
L.EFT VOID WHEN PAID BACK, WHAT YOU’VE BORROWED
I.N AN EMPTY HEAVEN MADE ONLY FOR THOSE WHO LEAVE THE LIFE FOR TOMORROW
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
though of what i'm afraid of the most. the only thing that makes me terrified is, that I won't leave anything behind me, and I will be forgoten. That I often run so fast, one time I will not stop. That every minute I lived will have no meaning at all. That when I die, I will not have done anything worth holdin on to, and the heaven I build for myself will be void with nothing to remember, and nothing to look forward to, and it will be only me and everlasting run, just as I'm running through my life now, without a point.True Gods
Who are the gods?
Existing in a world of their creation
A mass of unbelievable power
Ready, waiting, watching
Enjoying the view while it lasts
Tales of their incredible feats
Heard across the land
Entice others to reach their limits
They shape the world
Relishing its beauty
Ultimate seekers of life
Eventually receivers of death
Guardians of this world
Only ever seen in reflections
Destiny is in our hands
Surly we are the real gods.
Existing in a world of their creation
A mass of unbelievable power
Ready, waiting, watching
Enjoying the view while it lasts
Tales of their incredible feats
Heard across the land
Entice others to reach their limits
They shape the world
Relishing its beauty
Ultimate seekers of life
Eventually receivers of death
Guardians of this world
Only ever seen in reflections
Destiny is in our hands
Surly we are the real gods.
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Just my opinions on the real gods of the world, us.The Quill as the Sword
Time is relentless with passage as to its own beat
'hither to and from; the past, present and future feet,
exacting its own toll
from your soul,
heart and mind.
Quiet, in
its approach
through ink,
it then dries.
Understanding that a battle of words and wits;
intellect sharpened to a fine point that sits
level with the gaze of another’s eyes--
loving the skirmish of words in knots; ties.
Assaulting the senses with complete accuracy~
satiating it's appetite with electricity!
Thorough enough to cut through the quick of the matter,
hindering opponents with the sheer force to scatter--
exact thought; well practiced in subtlety of the art.
Sadistic cutting sarcasm; hits below the belt,
Winning when the sword, has usually failed.
Optimistic in the next exchange for the taking,
realizes victory through the knowledge and ‘will’ a-shaking--
detriment that draws no blood; exalts
in war without a saber drawn.
'hither to and from; the past, present and future feet,
exacting its own toll
from your soul,
heart and mind.
Quiet, in
its approach
through ink,
it then dries.
Understanding that a battle of words and wits;
intellect sharpened to a fine point that sits
level with the gaze of another’s eyes--
loving the skirmish of words in knots; ties.
Assaulting the senses with complete accuracy~
satiating it's appetite with electricity!
Thorough enough to cut through the quick of the matter,
hindering opponents with the sheer force to scatter--
exact thought; well practiced in subtlety of the art.
Sadistic cutting sarcasm; hits below the belt,
Winning when the sword, has usually failed.
Optimistic in the next exchange for the taking,
realizes victory through the knowledge and ‘will’ a-shaking--
detriment that draws no blood; exalts
in war without a saber drawn.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
An acrostic
ALONE (Acrostic challenge)
A s I retreat
..................inside my shell,
L ost I sigh
..................beside myself,
O nly me in
..................my own hell,
N o one to
..................beseech for help,
E mptiness is
..................where I dwell...
..................inside my shell,
L ost I sigh
..................beside myself,
O nly me in
..................my own hell,
N o one to
..................beseech for help,
E mptiness is
..................where I dwell...
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Posted: Jun 2019
About this poem:
Socrates acrostic challenge
Love starts with a smile
Love can be so many things
starts when hearts find their wings
with every touch and every kiss
a bond is made you can’t dismiss
smile upon her lovely face
grows when ever you embrace
with every little moment filled
a happy soul is soon instilled
kiss so gentle, full of passion
and then gone without compassion
ends as quickly as begun
with ties that now are all undone
a heart that withers but does not die
tear in your eyes will soon be dry
PPB
starts when hearts find their wings
with every touch and every kiss
a bond is made you can’t dismiss
smile upon her lovely face
grows when ever you embrace
with every little moment filled
a happy soul is soon instilled
kiss so gentle, full of passion
and then gone without compassion
ends as quickly as begun
with ties that now are all undone
a heart that withers but does not die
tear in your eyes will soon be dry
PPB
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Posted: Jun 2017
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LOST IN MY EMOTIONS
Lonely nights when I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Over and over I pray and hope, will tonight be the night, but still I stare.
Silently time marches on, a faint crack of dawn, night’s almost gone.
This night was lost, waste of time, maybe next night, something to act on.
In the night where dreams hold sway, is there hope, I can only pray.
Noises muted, faint sounds of song, somewhere a party, just go away.
My eyeballs ache, there’s pain behind, pressure building, too much to bear.
Yet still I linger refusing to quit, while all around me there is only despair.
Every song sounds the same, tears spilled and memories of loss.
My life is over I now believe, burden I must bear, this is my cross.
Only now I realise, while it’s there you never care, this loss so great.
Tears to wipe to hide the pain, hide the shame while I sit and wait.
I hear a siren in a far off distance, the sound of train, a banshees wail.
Old songs from memories past, bitter sweet recollections my mind assail.
Nightly now I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Still I pray and I hope, will tonight be the night, to end this nightmare.
Over and over I pray and hope, will tonight be the night, but still I stare.
Silently time marches on, a faint crack of dawn, night’s almost gone.
This night was lost, waste of time, maybe next night, something to act on.
In the night where dreams hold sway, is there hope, I can only pray.
Noises muted, faint sounds of song, somewhere a party, just go away.
My eyeballs ache, there’s pain behind, pressure building, too much to bear.
Yet still I linger refusing to quit, while all around me there is only despair.
Every song sounds the same, tears spilled and memories of loss.
My life is over I now believe, burden I must bear, this is my cross.
Only now I realise, while it’s there you never care, this loss so great.
Tears to wipe to hide the pain, hide the shame while I sit and wait.
I hear a siren in a far off distance, the sound of train, a banshees wail.
Old songs from memories past, bitter sweet recollections my mind assail.
Nightly now I sit and stare, a blank wall and there is nothing there.
Still I pray and I hope, will tonight be the night, to end this nightmare.
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Posted: Sep 2017
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Sea of Lies..
I was sure he must have hung the moon
The light in his eyes ,
the way they always seemed to dance..
Whevnever I walked into the room
and smiled his way...
And oh the way he smiled at me
Sometimes it was all that I could do.,
just to look away..
Because if I had my way..
I thought I would drown in those lumimiscent bedroom eyes..
So clear and the prettiest shade of green..
Prettiest eyes I'd ever seen...
And yet somehow I still wonder
If it was really all just a dream...
Maybe loves not all that it seems..
And I always thought the eyes were
a window to the soul
Always thought that with just one glance
I'd see him and I'd know..
But now I'm wondering..
Now I'm thinking... you're eyes
are masquerading a torrent seas of lies..
And I'm drowning now...
And I'm being tossed around..
And there is nothing but lies..
When I look into your eyes...
Prettiest eyes I've ever seen.
Was it real,
or a sea of lies..
The devil in disguise.
The light in his eyes ,
the way they always seemed to dance..
Whevnever I walked into the room
and smiled his way...
And oh the way he smiled at me
Sometimes it was all that I could do.,
just to look away..
Because if I had my way..
I thought I would drown in those lumimiscent bedroom eyes..
So clear and the prettiest shade of green..
Prettiest eyes I'd ever seen...
And yet somehow I still wonder
If it was really all just a dream...
Maybe loves not all that it seems..
And I always thought the eyes were
a window to the soul
Always thought that with just one glance
I'd see him and I'd know..
But now I'm wondering..
Now I'm thinking... you're eyes
are masquerading a torrent seas of lies..
And I'm drowning now...
And I'm being tossed around..
And there is nothing but lies..
When I look into your eyes...
Prettiest eyes I've ever seen.
Was it real,
or a sea of lies..
The devil in disguise.
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
on a past relationship
Day Dreaming Of You (acrostic)
Days spent thinking of you
Always I can see you
Your presence I can feel
Dreams while awake
Reaching out for you
Each time you slip away
Abandoned I feel and lost
Many times I smell you
It clusters around me
Now settling , and the
Good memories flood in
Onwards alone I go
Free yet never free
You are part of me
Only hidden by the veil
Until it parts I wait for you
Always I can see you
Your presence I can feel
Dreams while awake
Reaching out for you
Each time you slip away
Abandoned I feel and lost
Many times I smell you
It clusters around me
Now settling , and the
Good memories flood in
Onwards alone I go
Free yet never free
You are part of me
Only hidden by the veil
Until it parts I wait for you
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Posted: Jun 2013
Post CommentS.O.L.I.T.A.I.R.E.
S.mile at what you've done to me
O.vercome by sanity
L.ament at your joy
I.t is for a foy
T.read assure my pristine
A.lbeit you tread on my dream
I.mprevious to all desire
R.each out 'till you grasp the hollow
E.mbracing your fuelless fire
O.vercome by sanity
L.ament at your joy
I.t is for a foy
T.read assure my pristine
A.lbeit you tread on my dream
I.mprevious to all desire
R.each out 'till you grasp the hollow
E.mbracing your fuelless fire
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
IT WAS A 3 PART INSPIRATION - I WROTE IT SHORTLY AFTER READING "He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven" by W.B. Yeats - HENCE THE REFERENCE WHICH REMINDED ME OF MY X-GF, (WHICH I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER FOR ALL OF HER QUALITIES); AND MY LITTLE INGENUOUS SELF FOR AS THE PART 3 OF INSPIRATION (NOT TO SAY MY-ULTIMATELY-NAIVE-SELF) FORTUNATELY EVERYTHING WEN'T REALLY REALLY BAD FOR HER, AFTER A WHILE, WHICH COMFORTED ME (BUT JUST A TINY LITTLE BIT)THIS IS MY WAY TO TELL HER, WHEREVER SHE MIGHT BE NOW,THAT SHE'S A SILLY LITTLE BEE
IN HATING MEMORY TO YOU - GOOD RIDDANCE LOVE!-)
HOPE U'LL ENJOY
online today!Not even the tide,would take her out....
I'm.no strange to love lost
It has no quarrels with me
No mercy at there feet
Just relentless no dates
Not even.the tide would take me out.......
So I plod along my.merry way
Nothing to show for my.life just pain
I will go.now and bury.my head
Among the pages of my.book
For reading diverts all my pain
I.will soon laugh
It has no quarrels with me
No mercy at there feet
Just relentless no dates
Not even.the tide would take me out.......
So I plod along my.merry way
Nothing to show for my.life just pain
I will go.now and bury.my head
Among the pages of my.book
For reading diverts all my pain
I.will soon laugh
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Posted: Jan 2021
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