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Fire ChantMay the words I mutter at my lips
Ignite thy will at my fingertips
And through your blazing, guiding light
Set fire to all within my sight
Your enemies shall burn aflame
A fate for all who challenge your reign
As is the duty of a faithful soul
To cleanse the world for the realm of Ra'tol.
Sweet DreamsIn an endless dream I loved you
When you were next to me
For the rest of our days
When your heart was still beating
In an endless dream I loved you
Where your love would never fade
Until I open my eyes
and the truth I cannot escape
In an endless dream I loved you
From which I cannot wake
For the fear of life without you
Is more than I can take
ConfessionI didn't think you could take more of me,
that of what was left could be so quickly,
made helpless from the words you said,
as I resign to the tears I shed.
To think thats all it took to break,
all that I had worked to make,
the walls I built to hold me fast,
have finally given way at last.
This wasn't at all what I had planned,
and now it's more than I can stand,
theres nothing left that I can do,
but to admit I miss you too.
MemoryThough endurance all but owns me,
time marks its nearing brim,
you're still so far away,
our brief moments feel so slim.
But nothing could replace,
our every moment spent,
the mark you've left on me,
I could never forget.
Every smile for you was real,
every care sincere,
every feeling as true,
as every parting tear.
Embracing what's between us,
may make our journey long,
but every day is proof,
our feelings are just that strong.
~ 8/7/05 - 8/7/13 ~
Love Haiku #2It may not mean much,
but this heart is proof to you,
that you are my love.
to see you as I awake,
I need nothing more.
Wherever you are,
is the closest to a home,
I will ever know.
There is no such night,
to which you cannot be seen,
my dear guiding light.
Now that I've found you,
like an ever-burning flame,
you brighten my world.
What you alone see,
it will never part from me,
my last and only.
Tea with Sugar'I like tea sweet',
though it may seem benign,
it threatens their design,
of how what they like,
will always be right,
what they dont like to see
No one but me,
will understand this taste,
but somehow its misplaced;
I was dealt the short straw,
who would have foresaw,
I wouldnt like my coffee
To feel guilty,
of a preconceived notion,
that this single emotion,
makes me among sinners,
given certain factors,
were pieces broken in me
Theres no apology,
what I feel is owed,
to some moral code,
when being divided,
and so one-sided,
I've lost where I truly
this mutual fear,
wont quickly disappear,
when love is a charm,
used to justify harm,
but love can never be
Quotes To Live ByQuote 1:
The opinion of others matter not compared to the opinion of oneself.
Embrace that you have absolute power over your opinion, and absolutely none on others. They will perceive you how they like, but only you can control what they see.
The words others say are just what they are: words. What makes them hurt or heal is what you allow them to do.
How can one expect others to understand you, when you cannot understand oneself?
Expect the best and you will be disappointed, expect the worse and either you will be prepared, or pleasantly surprised.
Dont let the grievances of yesterday dictate how you treat others today; they hold no responsibility for the actions of others before them.
Suteki Kafe | Lovely CafeSuteki Kafe
Kono shiro-i yuki no hi,
ikemen-kun koohii-o non-de,
kono chisa-i kafe-de.
"Konnichiwa, ogenki desu ka?"
demo tango-ga mitsuke-masen,
iie koe morete, kowa-i.
Sore o mite bikkurishita,
kimi no egao-ga dake,
watashi-wa chou-o age-masu,
Shourai-ga ama-i nazo-desu,
kimi to atashi no aida,
demo itsu saikin mi-masu,
mou machitakunai na.
This white snowy day,
ikemen-kun is drinking coffee,
you do not notice me,
in this little cafe.
"Hello how are you?"
I want to boldly say,
but I do not find the words,
no voice escaping, scary.
I'm surprised to see it,
just your smile,
gives me butterflies,
by mere chance, I'm falling (in love).
The future is a sweet mystery,
between you and me,
but when I see you recently,
already, I dont want to wait.
A Poet's EchoCan poetry be felt in the blood, in the veins
with each lyric being harmonized through dreams slain
Each epic speaking of places both far and nigh
With each melancholic elegy seeping pain?
Can verse performed by thunderstorms in the sky
Be what compels us to express our hearts, to cry?
How many poems have been written using tears
As ink, written until our souls have been bled dry?
Have decades of weeping filled the seas with our fears
And our nightmares penetrated mountains likes spears?
Can a poet's echo resound beyond the chain
Of mortality and fate's tyrannical leer?
Poem for Lou ReedTruly singular, an outsider’s outsider,
He learned well life’s hard truths, and was walking proof that
Your thoughts are only as deep as your faults.
Subjected to psychic savagery in his youth,
His mind took on an ever-changing persona
Always shifting between fame and failure.
A misfit, a hustler, a rake, a transformer,
A rogue, but not a charlatan, an objector,
But not a coward, never a coward.
An expert spinner of verse, he possessed a knack
For feel, impact, attitude, style; he always knew
Which words were those worth the listener’s while.
His means and his methods were fittingly erratic:
He would spend his days crafting curiosities
Only to then neglect and forget them.
What was important, though, wasn’t his works or quirks,
Nor his talent for causing a storm at a stroke,
But what he and his friends set in motion.
They would, unwittingly, forever change the way
We’d hear the sounds the mind thought it already kn
I Am: 2I am only the friend you talk with in class, the neighbor you only wave hi to, and the student you pay no attention. I wait and
I wonder when someone will come and question me, question the things I do and why I do them for
I hear this floating voice that belongs to no one and
I see a shape that resembles a person and
I want no more than to mold and sharpen that image into someone... but
I fear that will never happen for
I am only the friend you talk with in class, the neighbor you only wave hi to, and the student you pay no attention.
I pretend to actually talk with my friends, face to face instead over wavelengths of the internet; hear their voice and see their smiles and stupid hand gestures! I felt...
I feel like they're really there. That people I've never met are with me in my room, sitting next to me- and I really want that. I know
I touch them; emotionally, that is.
I worry about that, actually. I'm happy to know that I've had an impact on people I will never know. And more tha
The mosaic of life.The streams of color,
flowing and endless.
The mosaic of life never ends,
all it does is start a new panel.
One to be filled in by you.
The Beginningons ago, before time and space,
Was born a set of twins who took its place.
One had eyes of daybreak and hair of sun,
The other, hair of night and eyes of blood.
Born to Laelia, Singer of Light and Love,
Husband to Laelius, God who rules with a fitted glove.
‘Twas a difficult birth, screams echoed through the empty world,
But Laelia was never alone or so the story told.
Lucifer was first, life entered with hollow cries,
Laurentius was next, his smiles greeted by butterflies.
Both welcomed with joyous celebration.
Excited Laelius, humans, his creation.
The Twins then never left each others sides.
Except when heavy choices caused morals to collide.
I miss youIf there could be any way
That I could just reach your hand
And hold it tight in mine
Is it so far away
I just seem to be unable
To catch it
I love you
The moon's full now
And keeps me awake
All along the dark night
The stars get weaker every time
I look above at them
And you aren't there
I love you
It's been too long
Your eyes are fading from my mind
I can't remember them in detail
Your face's lines
Are blurry when I try to see it in my head
I love you
I miss you too much even
My tears are all used up
My eyes are dry as the cold wind
Blowing around me
I'm frozen to the bones
I miss you
Why I Hold On TighterThe gunshot echoes penetrating the air,
Increasing tensions in military warfare.
Knives that puncture and slice apart,
Fists of rage that damage skin and heart.
Explosions and smoke so sudden and fast,
No time to recover from the devastating blast.
A moment frozen in time after the disease diagnosed,
Tears falling on a body lifeless and comatose.
Car horns and screeching wheels on the pavement so loud,
Two victims of a crash of the rain from a cloud.
Though all of these things do not fill me with fright,
It is to you, my dear, they make me hold tight.
Vulnerable YouthPaper hearts from bright pink tissue meant for presents,
fanciful butterflies from orange dashed cardboard,
five petaled flowers danced around the sentence
of simplicity, ultimately to discard.
Tender thoughts from censored, guarded minds,
boldly do the simple stubby fingers strive to hide
the gift from Mommy, so that she can't find
the secret depth of the darkest snide.
The gentle pressure of acknowledging gestures
even the meaningless thank you cards
meant to send you on emotional adventures,
only to be shredded on cynical hearts' shards.
But it is the thought that counts,
those sweet little eyes haven't yet been renounced.
NeedlesThe meat is cold from bloodless lust
My organs are damaged
Path be taken down range-
-And end with chilling wall
Forest of needle spires climb
My height cannot ask
Deem the stars they point-
-For reverence physical
Destroyed as winter comes
Invested into my stock
I am bought and brought home
With no escape from the lock
Needle sew a coat of iron
Black with the char left by
Remembrance make me a scion
And kindle a soul inside
Lids have shut and no key breaks
I cannot see between blades
Cut the night to ribbons-
-Now banners to losing way
Imposing in my blindness wait
My feet are icy cold
The forward march is death incarnate-
-Though I am numb to catch
A fabric stolen mask and clothe
The boundary pointed shed
Once streamers bleeding dry wove
The semblance of disjointed ends
No try can match the mind at work
For ochre has my pallor drained
This raiment bears a doubting murk
Through glacier impassive face
My asking wanes with setting freeze
The armour frozen bites
A pleading body already w
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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