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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
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
The SundancersThe sundancers crease the sky ephemerally
and stain the floor with their bravery, eternally.
Did I Mention To You MarkiplierDid I mention to you Markiplier,
A man with so much love to share?
He's one of the few in this world
To take the time to show his care.
Did I mention to you my hero
Who helped me to lay down my knife?
He brought to light my joy inside
And reminded me the temporariness of strife.
Did I mention to you my saviour,
Who made me come to love me?
He blesses this world with all his work
In his constant support and charity.
Did I mention to you this humble man,
Who cares for the world deeply so?
He makes you laugh and makes you cry
Through the genuineness he shows.
It's hard to believe that this one man
Could inspire so many to chase their dreams
And prove to all who hear his words
That it may not be as difficult as it seems.
You call us your heros, your shining stars.
Thank you Mark for all you do.
It's people like me who want to prove
That the real hero is you.
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
on moving outI take my bookends. I take my whiteboard
and that crooked letter opener I use to pop the caps off
beers, I take my poems,
I take my brand-new never-used coffeemaker
and my decades-old over-used typewriter which weighs
about 6 babies. I take my pictures, and those letters
you wrote me;
I do not take you. I take the
PS2. and the broken lamp. and your
shirt. I take no shit.
but my own shit.]
I take a blanket,
my good underwear
and a deck of cards.
I take my cat.
I burn the rest.
Paper, Scissors, RockYou split your bones
to spears, flay your skin
to stone. But your heart
still bleeds paper,
and paper beats rock
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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