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The Night

I walked amongst the shadows
through a solitary door
into the night.

Where there is nothing,
not even a bare glimmer of light.
Clouds gather up high
like my memories floating on by.

With not a twinkling star in sight
nor a full moon so bright.
As my own footsteps
echo in my ear.
There is nothing
inside of me
but this overwhelming
and blinding fear.

Where do I go?
Not even I know.
Which way do I turn
in this confusing maze
of pathways.
Where no one stops
and no one stays.
When will I ever learn?
 

With the sounds of the night
a night watchman takes flight.
The howling wind
like a tortured soul
that never ends.

Haunting whispers
of ghosts from the past.
How long will this loneliness last?
When will I be strong enough
to fight and break free
of fear’s icy grip?

To let it not tear me apart
nor render me defenceless.
When does the night end?
Where it leaves you outside alone
and in distress.

Cowering like a child
against the darkness
with mercy’s hand 
just out of reach.
And with time the dawn will come,
ushering the night 
into the horizon’s keep.
No more will I fight
 the dread of sleep,
until the night yet again wakes.

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Don'T Play Me

Don’t play me,
I’m not your fool.
You may think you have had the right
to play with me before, 
But now you have nothing,
no say and no hold over me. 
I have given you everything of me.
My heart and my loyalty was yours to have,
yet one day you decided you wanted something else, 
something that didn’t include me 
in the picture you held inside your head.
In a heartbeat it all changed,
I became less than nothing to you then.
And even though you say you still care,
that you would always love me,
they are just words to me now. 
Words, that once held meaning,
now there is nothing left, just doubt and the reality
that you never really cared.
No one could ever replace me, 
you told me many times over.
I don’t know if it was to make me feel better,
or make you out to be a saint?
It makes me wonder 
If all the promises you made, 
the sweet words you said, 
ever was the truth?
Or just made up fantasies
meant for an over loving heart?

If one day you cared 
and I was your all,
only the next to be discarded
without even an afterthought,
not a word of apology or regret. 
It made me think if you ever loved me at all.
Just don’t dare to play me
and make me your damned fool. 
I’m not yours anymore,
my feelings mine once more.
You may only want friendship from me now, 
that’s fine by me. 
That doesn’t make it your toy, 
a perfect excuse to use me as you like, 
a temporary means of amusement 
and gullible recipient of your needs,
I’m no longer yours to make with as you please. 
My respect is wafer thin, 
don’t ruin it by making me your fool.
or else it would mean the end.

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The Grim Reaper

I am death…
the collector of souls.
I wield the scythe of justice,
as I hold the hourglass of your life in my hand.

I am death…
waiting at you door.
Your final hours,
your last minutes of life slips by
before I come to collect your soul.

I am death…
the faceless one.
I have no shape for you to see.
The invisible entity
that only whispers in your ear:
‘Your time is at an end…’
As I take you from this realm of mortality,
only then will you be able to see,
that I am the grim reaper.
That I am death,
the collector of souls.

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Eyes of Golden Fire

Eyes of golden fire
look deep into the night,
eyes of golden fire
with a burning desire to behold,
all that is its glory,
all that is foretold.

Eyes of golden fire
sees all that’s left unsaid,
while eyes of golden fire
is left behind unread. 

Eyes of golden fire,
with mystery they are filled.
Deep with unrequited desire,
fuels a burning passion
that lays dormant
within their master,
the owner of the
haunting gaze.

While eyes of golden fire,
reflects his  unrelenting pride.
As they burn 
down to the depths of man’s soul,
through the shadows of the night.
As eyes of golden fire,
forever lingers in the mind.

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Hunger

Have you seen the hunger
etched in their sunken eyes?
Life all but lingers
where hope is completely lost.

With a frail weakened hand
reaching out for a morsel
probably their first in days.
When hunger pains
echo in their ears.

Barely there
a bag of living bones.
Each day a torturous
and continuous nightmare.
As they lie starving
in the streets and alleyways.

While we enjoy a meal
carelessly discarding 
that which remains.

When it could have fed another,
could have filled 
an empty stomach that night.
 

Have you ever listened
 to the weak and plaintive cries 
of a hungry child today?
As you dump 
your leftovers in the bin.
Your thoughts far
 from those left without.
As you refuse to eat 
the meal given to you,
when there are others out there
who are hungry too.

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Inner Beauty

I may not be a vision
of human perfection,
nor someone you desire.

But I am a unique creation,
a vision of my own.
A beating heart lay in my chest.
One with love,
compassion and respect
coursing through me
with each beat of my heart.

My body is my temple,
even though it’s not
near as perfect
as those of fashion models
or playboy centrefolds.

It is mine,
a part of me.
It is who I am.
Of whom I once was
and now came to be.
I have my own feelings
that you seem to
like to walk over.
 

Carelessly going about
your own way.
Blind-sided by the surface beauty,
that like time,
does fade like all else.
And she will end up just like me.
While you look past
my inner beauty
and fail to see.
Who I am
and what I can be.

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The Life

Heaven called out your name,
in a hushed whisper.
Your time on earth
very close to an end. 
The angels watched 
from way up above,
as you made your way 
through the remaining days.
As the grains in your hourglass
slipped by in silence.
And the unsuspecting hour
shadowed closer,
As the reaper comes
to collect the soul 
in that human vessel 
contained.

Your last breath,
eyes focused on the distance,
a hushed whisper,
Your final words they held.
As you bid this world,
this mortal life a last farewell.

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Immortal Beloved

My dearest beloved.
Light of my heart,
vessel of my affection,
immortal beloved.

Dearest divine,
the sun shines in your eyes,
the moon reflects on skin
of the softest silk.
Pure and white.
Immortal beloved of mine.

Heavenly whispers
of our love spanned across time,
never seeing, only feeling
each other’s presence
without knowing 
how I long for you
my dearest heart.

In windswept plains
I search for the radiance
I long for the caress 
of my angel of deliverance.

Speak to me my love,
call out to me.
Call my name
immortal beloved of mine!
Our lives intertwined,
but yet two worlds apart.

Mine in darkness and 
yours in light. 
Yet I yearn for you my love.
I long for the taste 
of your ruby red lips,
the smell of your hair,
the scent of your skin
forevermore in my heart entwined.

A meeting by chance,
union by destiny.
Loneliness subsides
into a lifetime forever as one
immortal beloved.
My search has begun.
Through circumstance
we meet at chance
knowing not yet
what will come to pass.

Await for me my love divine,
Wait a moment more.
As I walk through time 
to find you there
where I least thought you to be,
standing right in front of me.
You my immortal beloved,
lady of light.

Await my tender waking kiss,
Await your dark knight to come
and hear me call out your name.
till time parts us no more,
immortal beloved of mine!

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Who Am I If Not Myself

Who am I,
if not myself?
If I cannot express myself with words,
laugh like I do,
chew my lower lip
or stare into space while thinking.

Who am I,
if not myself?
The one who always makes time to help,
to listen or just to be there.
Giving a hug,
a word of encouragement
or move mountains if I cared for you.

Who am I,
if not myself?
Soft hearted, 
sometimes moody, 
shy and so damn trustworthy.

Who am I,
if not myself?
When I trust without judgement,
love unconditionally and completely,
still getting myself trampled on or back-stabbed along the way.

Who am I,
if not myself?
would you want to know me if I was someone else?

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Tears

Tears are all that is left within.
The remains of a broken 
heart,
a battered spirit wronged.
Tears are all that lingers.
In an empty shell,
a human being that once 
longed.
Tears are all that comes forth.
The only emotion shown,
the only feeling known.
Tears the only means of 
release.
Of the pain and emptiness
reflected in eyes haunted
by sadness and despair.
Tears trailing down cheek,
wiped away in haste
to hide from the world,
the broken down soul within.