silvertounge Poetry (8)

I have had a few people ask why I chose Silvertongue as my name.
well let me enlighten you
I am Silvertongue because
when I am in love my words dip from my tongue like honey and swim through my loves veins like a drug
when I am happy they lift from my lips like a summer breeze set free from Zephirs bosom and flits about on the wind like a kamikaze bird
and last when I am angry my words cut like a blade sharpened on 21 years of mistreatment from my peers for focusing my talents on the arts rather than on sports. In essence Ladies and Gentlemen my words are both my brush that I use to paint beauty and love across my dismal existance and my sword that I use combat my enemys for my pen is my sword and my sword my pen

Help me
As i cling to this life I find that there I have not experienced pain till now
answer me
I'm I defective is there no one to tame my heart? must I walk this thin red line alone?
save me
miles upon miles of false hopes and promises lie before me only one path is true I am standing at a crossroads. will I meet the devil here or will an angel come and rescue me?
redeem me
I feel as If I am weighed down by the burden of my sins. Only the touch of someone whose heart is filled with love and compassion can cleanse me
heal me
My soul is wounded hear it cry out for help. look at it it is torn barely holding on to life as it's heart flutters it's last

chaos and order,push and pull, ebb and flow
isn't it amazing, this world is full of opposing forces and yet
they seem to coexist flawlessly, expertly counter balancing one another
like a perfectly calibrated machine, a divine tapestry woven by the creator to give our lives meaning, the painstaking craftsmanship is evident in every thing we see, it's beauty is a blasphemy against science
because only an intelligent being could have designed such wonder
so when you step outside please stop and appreciate the beauty and wonder of our world, blessed be friends

I am used to weird stuff coming from a family of powerful spellcasters,
but when the gorgeous man in front of me suddenly turned into a massive
white wolf with a coat that shined like liquid pearls, well you can guess that I thought I was losing my mind. Then things got even weirder
when the three men in front of me turned into snarling animals themselves. One was a massive grizzly bear, another was black panther, and the last obviously the leader was a massive lion. Oh before I forget my name is Anna Nephis. I am a member of one of the most powerful sorcerous families in the night world. I am a fire brand, someone who can manipulate fire with destructive results. Due to my explosive temper and complete disregard for anything my frigid mother has to say I was disowned and forced to leave my native home of New Orleans Louisiana. That is how I landed myself in B.F.E Oklahoma. Now back to my story. The beast men lunged at each other in a whirlwind of fangs and claws but it was one wolf against three other creatures. He was losing big, was going to die if i didn't do something so I pulled all the energy I could out of the air and held it until i felt the familiar sensation of warmth spreading from the middle of my chest to my fingers and toes. Releasing the energy in an explosive burst body instantly catches ablaze. Usually when I use my fire brand skills I wear special fire proof clothing but seeing as I was out looking for a job. I was not planning on going firecracker tonight so my clothes immediately begin to burn which normally I don't mind but I spent $20 on these jeans and now they are going to be charcoal in about ten seconds. I step out of my little corner and shout "Hey fellas play with me and you gonna get burned." the three hood beasts run like scalded kittens leaving me with only me and the beautiful wolf

This love of mine, it has no target.
Like some hell bound projectile it hurtles into the void.
If only someone was there to stop it then newtons third law can be
applied.
" when a fast moving object comes in contact with an immovable
it will create... heat,passion, friction, and eventually fire

I feel it
The weight pressing in
crushing me into a lone quantum singularity
I am tired
I am weak but my gravity draws you in
Are you the light that can free me
Do you have the strength to lift this weight
To lift this curse
I'm calling out
Can you hear me?

A true martial artist is:
As passionate as fire
As fluid as water
As steady as stone
And as fierce as the winds
Martial arts is not in the motion.
It is in the ebb and flow of the blood
in your veins, the rise and fall of the
breath in your lungs, and in the firing of
the synapses of your brain. When in combat
I see my body as a machine, unremarkable on the
outside but on the inside a complex and beautiful
masterpiece of flesh, blood, and bone. All of it
centered around a powerful furnace in which emotion
is the fuel for the fire that burns. In combat we must
remember that the true enemy is not the person standing
before us, it is ourselves, our faults and imperfections
and as we fight we are smelting ourselves in the fires of our wills
and purifying ourselves so that we may come out whole and perfect

Ever since I Was ten I was considered different from the other wolves, yes you heard me right wolves. I'm whats called a totem soul, a human who has the ability to transform into his or her spirit beast. My name is Gage Moonarrow yeah I'm a Cherokee Indian and my entire family are wolves. Tonight I'm with my bothers Clave and Flare at some dive bar playing for the various patrons. Our band is called Wild Tribe I'm the lead singer slash guitarist. We had just finished our set when she walked in, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen long raven hair and curves that could make you motion sick. She walked up to the bar and spoke to Marge the owner. She shook her head at the girl and she walked away. She walked out of the bar then screamed. I rushed out of the bar to see she was cornered by some thugs. On instinct I shifted into my totem form... right in front of a human, totem soul rule number one never change in front of a human.
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