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LuckNot a thing will ever stop me
From loving you this way.
Right by your side I’ll always be,
No matter what they say.
Such is the love I feel for you,
Words cannot describe it.
People like us, there are so few,
Yet we’re a perfect fit.
Were we lucky that fateful day
That the two of us met?
Would we have met some other way-
Would that have happened yet?
If it was luck or entwined fates,
It matters not to me.
What does is we don’t have to wait
For our true love to be.
For now that we have each other
And have fallen in love,
We’re safe in loves joyous cover,
And fly free as if doves.
What we LackThe bird ascends on shining wing,
Knowing that it is free.
It’s free to live, and fly, and sing,
And let be what will be.
It’s free from such frivolous things
That give we humans grief.
For us, things so simple can sting,
Even if they are brief.
It ascends high into the sky,
So free from all our fears.
It flies beyond the naked eye,
Never shedding a tear.
Its freedom is to be envied
By people so held back.
The one thing that can’t be levied-
That freedom which we lack…
SoulmatesWherever our future may go
I’m always by your side.
All around us dark winds may blow,
But we have time to bide.
My love, I won’t abandon you,
No matter what may come.
If troubles be many or few,
Or even if we’ve none.
I’d fight for you with all my heart,
And do all that I could.
To fight for us, I’ll do my part,
For I know that I should.
After all, we’re soulmates, my dear,
My heart you have beguiled.
My deep desire is now clear,
I want to see your smile.
Three WordsHe who returned my life to light
Now stand within my reach.
There’s no one left we have to fight,
No gaps we have to breach.
He throws himself into my arms,
He sobs into my chest.
He knows that now we won’t be harmed,
These times will be our best.
He gazes up into my eyes
He has something to say.
I think what secret he belies
Will now be clear as day.
He says to me those three small words
Of how he feels for me.
His feelings now free as the birds,
And filling me with glee.
I look at him as he did me,
Our faces oh-so near.
And I too make my feelings free-
“I love you too, my dear.”
Fight For YouWould I give up my life for you
If you were in danger?
Would I show you my love is true,
Or act as if a stranger?
My dear, you've nothing to worry,
In a heartbeat I would.
If necessary, I’d hurry
To do the thing I should.
My duty is to protect you,
I cross my heart and swear it.
My morals would not go askew,
My fears I would omit.
As we always have, we’ll stand tall
No matter what happens.
We’ll be free from the storms and squalls,
Our lives would not blacken.
The TravellerThe traveller continues on,
For he knows no true home.
Departing at the break of dawn,
He continues to roam.
The traveller knows many things,
And this knowledge he spreads.
With lowly thief or courtly king,
His knowledge crowns their heads.
The traveller holds no grudges
To any that he sees.
Believing he’s no right to judge,
Even when on his knees.
He turns his head away from all
The evil, guilt and strife.
Not yielding to their constant call,
Throughout all of his life.
Yet his greatest mistake of all
Is ignoring these things.
As yes, he does indeed stand tall,
But they still spread their wings.
Whatever's newI hope someday I can explain
Just how much I love you.
For you my love will never wane,
Whatever I find new.
For me, you go beyond beauty
When I look at your face.
It reminds me of my duty
In defending our place.
And thus, on this most special day,
I want to say I love you.
And for another year I’ll stay
Right here, whatever’s new.
UncertaintyDo we’ve a reason to worry
In this uncertain time?
Has our future become blurry,
An obstacle to climb?
When hearing this, I hear your doubts,
Your worries and your fears.
Yet there’s naught to be scared about,
My love, please hold your tears.
I promise you, I’m here for you,
And won’t see you in pain.
I promise what I say is true,
We’ll make it through this rain.
So when the future seems unclear,
Unyielding to progress,
Let us reflect on yesteryear,
And not on our regrets!
Our MasterThe master reigns over the land
Due to his great power.
He earned this right by his own hand
In his finest hour.
We owe our lives to the master.
Of that there is no doubt.
We must pay him our reverence,
Lest he snuff our lives out.
As his underlings, we serve him
Until the days we die.
Without him, the sun goes quite dim
Way up there in his sky.
Who knew that he could be so vain
As to demand our love?
With no return, such love will wane,
Even for those above.
He gives unto us all our woe
And yet onward we plod.
This is the fate that he bestows,
Yet calls himself a god.
CryCry if you need to
Do it for yourself
Cry if you want to
Over someone else
Cry like you mean it
Make it all okay
Cry like you have to
Get it out the way
Cry in the darkness
So no one can see
Cry in the sunlight
So you can be free
Cry like it kills you
Feel every tear
Cry like it’s healing
Nothing else to fear
Cry for the moment
The last goodbye
Cry for the memories
Cry, baby, cry
Cry, cry to Heaven
For the angel that fell
And if that doesn't work
Then cry, baby
Cry like Hell...
SuperheroAs the night time fell,
grew a city into hell.
In this city of misbehaving,
the city folk need saving.
From the roof of a tall apartment complex,
stood a boy of blonde with white wear.
A young teen of only fifteen,
who must rid this town of its misdeeds.
He gazed at his struggling city
and felt no pity,
as he knew what must be done.
To free the innocent of fear,
the guilty he must make disappear.
After all it was all too fun,
but not so much for all
who wanted to see him fall.
He lifted his head to the cities cries,
to prevent a demise a hero must rise.
not the leastspent the night
thankfully unable to
catch up with sorrow
tripped over regret
so quick to conspire
fanned the flame
fed the beast
not the least
of my problems
DemolitionThe dirt of dusty decades
Lies upon the lath
Beneath a piece of plaster
I found a photograph
They smiled from the centuries;
Those mysterious three
Sent the musty memories
A message meant for me
Sara’s grave is gone, I guess
So long since laid low,
Yet, despite her ancient death
She smiles and waves ‘hello’
I cannot tell Annie’s age,
The words do not say
The owner wrote only names
Her face has frayed away
The baby in the buggy
Lifts a lively hand
She sits between her sisters
Beside the shining sand
This will be the only piece
From the dust so brown
That preserves their memory
Once this house is torn down
Speak.The Blue Jay whistles to the Dove.
The Dove Whistles to the Crow.
But the chances the Blue Jay's word gets to the Crow,
is a chance that can never be known.
Not creatures of light [Art Trade]A pair of two, laugh into the night
Boy and girl, not creatures of light
Cackles of laughter escape their lips
For tonight it was a night filled with tricks!
One named Lily, with hair so white
One named Lucy, who enjoyed every fright
For there was only one who could see
But for tonight, he was no where to be.
Whispers in ears and blinking car lights
Screams of terror under the dim starlight
A push that was from no one, a loud laugh
A slip on ice, a chair split in half!
There was endless fun, for this endless night
Who could ask more, but the humans' plight?
But the one who could see soon arrived
Staring at those had barely survived
And off they went! Into the night
Fleeing from him, before he could fight
It was fun while it lasted, look around!
But now to escape, before they were found
The Great Don TollanStuck walking on a road meant for horses and trucks
Stinking of sweat that burns in the corner of my eyes
And struggling not to limp with the holes in the size-
Too big shoes given by a patron who didn’t give two fucks –
This is my routine, my life after cutting all ties.
I came in off a truck from down south,
Running to the fields when word of mouth
Told of jobs and food for those willing to
Work – a steady living that was fulfilling too.
In the desert of San Joaquin I learned the truth –
There was no work, nor plant life to speak of,
Nor jobs – not weeding and not serving a booth
In the diner down the street where the customers reek of
Illegal drugs – their own anxieties to thereby soothe.
In clothes eight months overdue for a wash
I walked into the home of Don Alejandro Tollan –
A picture of a former empire’s class – considerably posh
For his original livelihood, he was now wan
And haggard from a certain wasting disease
That he h
The sunsetStreaks of orange and red all through the sky.
Makes my heart want to fly.
My heart melts at just the sight.
At a sunset before the night.
Soon disappearing is the last bit of light,
all ready for the beautiful night.
The Unnamed CreatureAn eccentric scientist with a most curious aim
Created what would become iconic in name
By unorthodox practice he did wrought
a being he wished he'd never thought
Body parts of corpses constituted its structure
Given no name, seen as a grotesque creature
It was intelligent, articulate, and very sensitive
Not just a shambling hulk with base elements
Set apart by what It was, It desired a life mate
But Maker destroyed what Its hope did create
Then the creature killed those whom the scientist loved
in retaliation for what its loneliness could only dream of
It had hidden itself away due to people's reactive fear
It meant no harm, though that's not how it appeared
It wanted friendship, but they all turned away
so he burned their home down, in a fit of rage
Its grief and anger was a mighty ferocious thing
so pain and much misunderstanding it did bring
This "Adam" was born of one mortal man's ego;
traveled into a realm humans aren't meant to go
Overreaching laws of nature isn'
Boiling overAlone up there in the tower,
The lady is locked up.
That poor, sweet, innocent flower,
How long must she be stuck?
The lady waits for her brave knight
To save her from this strife.
Battle the dragon, win the fight,
And take her as his wife.
And so it happens, as she wished,
Though this was not her dream.
It feels as though she’s left adrift,
While he is left agleam.
She’s left there in his shadow,
Not left her own person.
He sets a path, and she follows,
For she is not a burden.
Until one day she tells him
The error of his ways.
That she is not an item,
And this is what she says:
“It has come to my attention
What you have done to me.
So now I’m going to mention
What I think you can’t see.
I’m no trophy, my dearest knight.
You now need to see that.
I haven’t quite escaped my plight,
It’s not yet in my past.
You’ve treated me as some object
Since I have been your wife.
I wish I could gain your respect
With my own way of life.
A poem about damsels in distress - because they annoy me.
Yeah, I know, this is a bit of a change of pace, but the mood just struck me to write a poem about something like this.
Bit of a disclaimer here as well, I'm not female, I just wanted to get this out here.
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