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The Legend Of The Lone RiderLone rider perched on thy hilltop
Protector of the land you call your own
Hero of justice, Wielder of might
Your mystery to be told is a treasure to behold
Riding on thy noble steed
Breed from the strongest of beasts
Mighty wild uncontrollable, untamed
Faithful only to your reign
Legend speaks of you ,the mightiest of men
Roaming the fields with thy speed unmatched
In pursuit of evil to slay, innocence to save
Rewarded with nothing but fear and reverence with thou is lashed
Where thou comes from no one knows
Beyond the mist -mysteriously appear
With a sword as sharp as your mind
leaving nothing but dust at your hind
Shadow of death for those preying on the weak
Messiah for those you save from a ghastly fate
Thou words echo in every valley
EVIL DOERS BEWARE!
They say your sword is as mighty as thy word
But no one sees it and lives to tell the tale
A mystery only legend speaks of
Slayed an entire army with mighty gail
Oh lone rider! So fine thy mystery to behold!
No doubt your story will
These WordsDrowned in words of sorrow
Left with no hope for the morrow
piercing my heart like an arrow
are these words you have said.
I realized it was all a dream
and hence carried with the stream
to a darker place
where all my hope has been deemed
Slouching against this cold wall
wet are my eyes
beaten and battered a rag doll
casted away with lies
All my dreams shattered
and all its pieces scattered
and the darkness around me gathers
into this soul that has been battered
-by these words
A Soldiers LamentRunning headlong into the fray
Seeking retribution for which i pray
reconciling myself to stay
till the end of this fateful day
I slayed so many, not for fame or glory
But for what is dear, for a future bright and sunny
And as i parry, remember for what the weapon i carry
For all at home, dear friends and family
Now that the day had ended
Redemption is all i wanted
From partaking in this charade
Please wash away my bloodied stains
Now my wound's have healed, but scars remain
an eternal reminding, for sins that are blinding
An intrude on my inner sanctum
By ever soul ive killed on random
These scars are my regalia
the essence of war embedded in their core
like a parody mocking my existence
another reason for my exitance
from this blood stained page of life
Don't Look BackDont Look Back
There was nothing for you here
You lived in perpetual fear
So, move on and don't look back
There is no potential that you lack
People hated you, people hurt you
Yet you stayed and witnessed this charade
As it took your soul away, scared you
So now i tell you to bade goodbye
And don't look back, don't look back
I'm with you every step of the way
Holding your hand, leading you out of this fray
Wiping your tears off, reminding to be strong
helping you out for no matter how long
so you will always have a shoulder to cry on
So move on
And don't look back
Find a better life, away from this strife
Away from this shit you once called life
And let this prayer shield you from grief
Move forward, turn a new leaf
Don't look back
Don't look back
Just CryI know you've been holding it in
And for me that's even a bigger sin
and when there's a silver lining so thin,
there's nothing else to do, so,
Your friends have left you, you've dissolved to Abyss
How could it ever have come to this
So take this heart felt kiss and give it a try
I would say big girls don't cry
If i said that, it would be a lie
you've been hurt, and it gives you more reason,
for now and every other sad season
And I want you to know, that I'm
With you every step of the way
On this ugly path on which you stray
and with your head on my shoulder, I pray,
For you to be better on another day.
But for now, Just cry,Just cry
The StreamThe stream flows, so calmly, devoid of worries.
It flows around my feet, so subtly, so gently,
caresses my shell, drifts past me
reflecting my life as it passes
It flows slowly but surely
like the times as they change
cleansing my ways
reincarnates my soul
Let me be this stream
carelessly flowing, everlasting, pure
forever facing the sky
unlocking the shackles restraining me
never worrying about another lie
The sun sparkles on its surface
rays of light dancing to its command
in all its youthful embrace
im lost in its grace
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Is it work tryingis it worth standing up, just to fall again?
is it worth crying, just to wipe the tears off in vain?
is it worth working hard , just to go unnoticed?
is it worth living, just to die in pain?
life is short, i agree.
but in that time is making a really difference worth it?
is it worth it when people will eventually forget?
forget about your triumphs, your hardships, your failures?
things that mean the world to you,
but less to others than the roadside stray.
while you fret and enter the fray of life,
millions pray for a better day.
is making a difference for them really worth it?
for the answers, one must ask themself
"do i live for myself or for others"
thus i say
finding a purpose in life is really worth it.
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