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Until ThenWhen I spend time alone with you,
And it’s just you and I,
I love the freedom from the view
Of us in public eye.
Do they've a right to chastise us
Just for being in love?
They've no reason to start a fuss,
Or think themselves above.
But we've no reason to listen
To anything they say.
Someday, their critique will be done-
We’ll be free on that day.
Until then, we shall persevere,
You and I, side by side.
Until then, we shall stand right here,
Until that turn of tide.
My Love's GiftWhen you and I stand side by side,
I always feel at ease.
As if the fear inside me died,
By you, brought to its knees.
It’s as if my deep love for you
Allows me to be brave.
You help me see the world anew,
From its peaks to its caves.
You’ve shown me all the worlds splendour,
I’ve seen it thanks to you.
And thanks to your love so tender,
I’ve found my true love too.
My partner, I’d like to thank you
For giving this to me-
All these wondrous sights, old and new,
And for making me free.
The RiverWhen I gaze forth at the river,
It often changes form.
At sometimes it’s but a sliver,
At others, like a storm.
When but a sliver, it stays calm,
The picture of tranquil.
Like this, there’s little it could harm,
It’s very nearly still.
But when it moves as if a storm,
Its true power is shown.
This power can make hope forlorn,
And can’t be overblown.
To think that such a deadly force
Is so ready to change-
Its choice in choosing its own course
To us, always seems strange.
His QuestionWhen I am asked by my dearest
Just why I fell for him,
I think what reason is clearest,
And which ones are more dim.
Do I love him for his deep eyes
That calm me down so well?
Or do I love his lack of lies
That in me rings a bell?
Of course, there is his sweet smile
That I love very much.
And then there’s his unique style
That leaves me with a blush.
His forgiveness contributes too,
His heart so sweet and pure,
His innocence, so free from rue,
These all took part, I’m sure.
But without all these things of his,
My love I’d still adore.
I love him just for who he is,
And couldn’t ask for more.
Summers DayLet it be knows that on this summers day,
My love and I finally joined as one.
Our love, it seems, has now found its own way,
Our worries and our fears finally gone.
We joined as one the same place that we met,
The place I shall remember all my life,
The place with the best treasure I could get,
The place that now has freed me from my strife.
It seems we are finally freed from grief,
Without it, we are free to live our lives.
It is gone, as if stolen by a thief.
With it gone, our love can now at last thrive.
We can now begin our lives together,
Knowing that our love will last forever.
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.”
IcarusI flew into the sun
gave my wings this flight
traded for the chance
to be seen in the light
no fear of heights
nor depths dark love
my spirit soars
By the Sea, By the Sea, By the SeaI danced with death, and he danced with me
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea
As waves crashed
And lightning flashed
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea.
It’s no place for men with family
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea,
So I settled down
On solid ground
By the sea, by the sea, by the sea.
And I lived on land quite happily,
But I missed death, and he missed me,
And I had no chance
To continue our dance
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea.
But my family’s gone. They’ve left me.
I’m growing old, but I still can see
The white sea foam
From my little home
By the sea, by the sea, by the sea.
With forty years away from sea,
I miss death, and he misses me.
Its time I met my end
With my old friend
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea.
Page 248Miss Mallory was in the library as usual
The ghostly silence of the library was musical
Again and again she searched for a new book
A black tattered novel was what Mallory took
"I don't recall reading this one" she said
There was no title, but a red symbol instead
As she opened it, dust exploded in her face
And the black book landed on a random page
Page 248 was blank, not a single word to be seen
"What's this? How odd. Whatever does it mean?"
She placed her palm onto page 248, very curious
In Mallory went as the book snapped shut, victorious
Falling, falling, and falling, into some unknown void
Her mind was losing it, her precious memories, destroyed
Swiftly and silently, poor Mallory disappeared in a wink
And onto page 248 was her life, written out with black ink
The black book flew back to its dusty home, the top shelf
Where one day, a curious soul would grab to read for oneself
An advice for the readers: "Beware of page 248! You ought to!"
"Don't be hungry for a book, for this book
The Blood, the Pallor, and the BruiseI. Clouds: amber horizon
Tinted by the setting sun
Grey on blue on red
The bed was deep, covered white, flecks of crimson
On her head – the last of her covering.
Out in the hall: “Do not go with him, son,
The path beyond, the angel hovering,
None of them worth what you would leave behind.”
In the recesses she listens, soothed by
The reassurance that the pleas are whined
To someone else – no one in here will cry.
For the nearing cabby with sable coat
Who pilots the bus, the cab and ferry,
Must come for all. Though resistance is rote
The fact remains that few will yet tarry.
When the bus driver pulls o’er at your stop
The seat onboard won’t be one you would swap.
II. All colors will run in the end
Even the sunset by storm clouds will rend.
A shroud of blinding white
Crumpled in the corner on the floor
Left behind from where’t was wrapped tight.
HomeI have walked the universe,
looking for a place,
A place I'll always be happy,
where I'll always have a smiling face,
But darkness looked wherever I go,
making me wonder.
Whatever place in the world,
Can be so perfect, I ponder.
When my mind drifts back into the past,
and think of happy days.
The happiness that has been created,
Have all been in one place.
I knew the answer all along,
I just didn't know.
Thats where I'll go.
Home, that's where I'll go.
Memory LossMemories... my soulful melody
Intertwined within a grand symphony
Though the experiences remained ever-lasting
I neglected to reflect upon their meaning
As I continued on, living in irony.
Nonchalantly, I continue the journey
Unaware of the terrifying reality
Truth begets hate, then understanding
Abolished of my stupidity
I will come to terms with my destiny
Clinging not to fear of dying
Yet regretting what I am becoming
Something fading into obscurity...
There's a Woman in that BogThere’s a woman in that bog
Oh, I swear to you it’s true.
Standing out by yonder log
She's waiting there for you.
She calls to young travelers.
She lures them with her cries,
And all who go out to her
They always, always die.
I said she is a woman.
I'm sorry I did lie.
She’s a beast who feeds on men
Lured by innocent cries.
If late at night you pass her
Please ignore her pleading moans.
All who who wandered out to her
Left only blood and bones.
This is the definition of mercy in hellThey are screaming
Soaring against the wall
As the demons fling them
Launch them down the hall
In balls of flame the babies fly
in soaring fire the babies die
Against the ground the demons beat
And of their sculls they make a seat
Against the wall the babies go
The demons making death so slow
This is the definition of mercy in hell
Eli AeonWhile most people have to be strung along,
And wait for the days events to be told,
Eli Aeon did not abide by such rules,
And simply looked ahead and saw them unfold.
He had a unique gift – to see the future,
But not just a linear path we all believe to be true,
He catches glances of its pathways,
Not one, not two, but thousands of routes.
It was like gazing past the looking glass,
Watching the hours burst and minutes split,
Suddenly the seconds become a curse,
And the only way to cure it was to make them fit.
He knew his power was a gift,
But he considered it a god-send,
As if it was an excuse,
To act superior to all other men.
So confident was this arrogant man,
In his divine, prophetic feats,
That he failed to notice the bus,
Rushing down the street . . .
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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