Category Archives: Poetry

The angel rises despite infinite sorrow

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A healer mysterious

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Royal box from theft gone wrong.

Running water sings her song.

Traveling so far and long

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Comes the man forever strong,

Never twice the same along,

Writing all that may be wrong.

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Who is he, he who travels

The universe and its marvels?

In its beauty to revel,

Its mysteries to unravel.

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To be revealed when all cards fold

The answer more precious than gold,

None know to this question old.

I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with that idea when I started working on it but here is what I came up with.

Cruel kindness

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Of those two none survived. Who would’ve though it would end like this?

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They were two, longing to be together.

They were but lovers hiding behind masks,

Fated enemies destined to one task:

Each ending the life of one another.

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None had ever thought to even suspect,

Hiding away deep, in hearts that would melt,

Oh for each held their clan’s utmost respect,

The feelings they shared, the passion they felt.

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Destiny’s child is wicked and cruel.

The war-torn clans chose champions to duel,

The two broken souls fought there, brave and true.

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Dying gradually at each other’s coups,

To breathe just once more in each other’s arms.

And thus set the sun, its light bright and warm.

Another idea that just jumped back in my mind. I had been thinkign about something of the sort for some time but I only really got to it today. Not the perfect work, not what I wanted to end up with in an ideal world but here it is anyway. Enjoy!

And there she was.

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Seconds, minutes, months and years, I had been waiting through joys and tears.

For an angel to fall from heaven, for a woman to love at first sight.

We met on a cold and rainy night, on a platform in a small station,

I approached her -thank you old lady- feeling a bit of anxiety,

She was the bass player at the party, I said ‘hi’ and so did she reply.

For seconds, minutes, months and years, I’ve been missing this love of your mother’s.

In the order of things.

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A beautiful cascade descending endlessly from gorgeous halos,

Infinite jewels knitted lightly, moments never over,

Paradise quest resting solely, totally, upon very weak xistence;

Yours, Zoa.

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So yeah, a little experiment of mine, not perfect but that little idea popped into my head this morning and I found myself more inspired than I would’ve imagined. Hope you enjoyed it!

Look, I Found the End.

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Life is like a box of chocolates,

Life is like a rollercoaster,

Life is like a bunch of baby cats,

Life is like being in a toaster.

You never know what you will get

And it does have its ups and downs,

But it can take away all your frowns

As easily as it makes you fret.

Of what foretold

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Not those of gold

Not those of old

Neither the kings

Nor the younglings

None of the sold

None of the bold

Not one of those

Who ever rose

Not those who told

Not those who mold

For when the chime

Is upon time

They will be cold

And they will fold

But who will then?

The son of men.

Evol

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I love you, but I don’t know why,

I love your voice, your face, your thigh,

I adore your smile and your laugh,

Of you I can never get enough,

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But why when everything seems high,

Does it all come crashing back down?

All around us only a frown,

As the end of us seemed to be nigh.

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We love, we fight and we make up,

We sleep, we fly and we wake up

Yes I lie babe, sometimes I lie,

But I try, I swear I really try.

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Forever yours as you are my,

We are meant to be together

Be it this world or another,

Where only the laws of love apply.

The death of a king

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There once was an old king,

From a far away land he had come,

Chased away by his kin,

Many years before when the revolt happened.

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They said he was a monster,

They said he had to pay with his life

For the sins of his father

And all those that had lived before

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So his parents fled their land,

Taking the young child on a long journey

Across oceans and mountains,

Through forests and fields of barley.

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They ran and ran and ran,

As fast as they could to escape their pursuers

But hey were caught up with

And only the boy managed to keep going.

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He lived a long and full life,

Sometimes looking back towards the land

Where he had come from,

But never halting his march forward.

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Every man has to die. It is fact, one day or another each and every one of us will pass on to whatever comes next. Whatever we do, whatever we try, death will always catch us. Wether we are a simple citizen or a king, whether we are rich or poor, whether we are a good man or a bad one. Death will always catch up with us. But that is not necessarily a bad thing, for what would life be if it wasn’t for death? Would we come to appreciate it as much if it never came to an end? No, I don’t believe so. Life is a gift and we have to make the most of it, however hard or painful it is, we have to keep marching forward, we have to keep going. Always.