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Edward Micheals Poem
Gamers unite
My hood hangs low, but my vision is enhanced
From the darkness of the shadows, my silent sword dance.
The scrolls of time, echo ancestors quest
But over fallen Templar, is when the guild will rest.
Now a car a chase, the authorities closing fast
The sports car of your dreams, give the nitro a blast.
Rolled her fourteen times, lost both wheels of the back
Just click the reset button, now your back on track.
A cyborg from the future, lasers equipped to boost
Jump a thousand feet, or send the aliens home to roost.
Must rush to save the planet, seconds almost out
But you can try again, no need to scream or shout.
These powerful machines, imaginations walk away
Can put you through your paces, the pros don't like to play.
Thrust into arena battle, no advantage there to take
But with a little practice, your come back will be great.
I dedicate my words, to the artist’s who generate
These awesome creations, the worlds, the time , the place.
No matter what they make, or how they warp the time
I could never stop trying, until victory is mine.
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Edward Micheals Poem
The Truth Behind A Smile
Your used to strength that can break a thousand walls,
strength that wins no matter who calls.
You stand and fight for its all you know,
but the buzz inside now gives a painful glow.
Confusion, pain, addiction, to talk of a few,
feelings of emptiness, despair, and loneliness too.
you want to stand tall and face with a grin,
but the enemy’s inside and you cant get to him.
You run for help and describe your pain,
to any that will listen for selfish gain.
The advice is given by the few you trust,
like the blind leading the blind you regrettably adjust.
Colours of the rainbow now all fade to black,
years will pass and force you off track.
All hope you had will start to fade,
with eyes and mind racing when you head is laid.
When all you have is threatened by the demon inside,
you cant stand tall so you escape behind pride.
Your head is buried so very deep,
anything you had all feels cheap.
But this is not your fault why did this happen to me,
all you want back is the nice place to be.
But still no light and your undoubtedly ill,
and you think its all down to a white coats pill.
But on i will walk like so many times before,
and i will stand and brawl until opens the door.
Up i will get, brushed away with the dust,
for i am the strength. i must, i must.
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Edward Micheals Poem
Second Hand Shoe
Bright and new, Stitching over and through, Not sure of your journey but inner confidence beams through.
Boxed off and brave, And now it begins, A lifetime of wonder, Or a lifetime of sins.
Looking ahead full of bravado and grace, Soon filled with warmth, Off the shelf post haste.
Gazed upon by jealous green eyes, Always tempting toward the path of ill lies.
A journey of complacency began, Ignorant of future plan, A journey of life and love, Full of passion. . . Red spirited blood.
Body shock, Blow after blow, As the warmth evaporates, Leaves a hole. . . Your tempered soul.
The miles have met there maker, Love and respect estranged, No more steps to take now, As your self respect is plagued.
Dreams dissolve, No hope can ever be raised, Footprints are a memory, The future a cloudy haze.
A fresh of breath as feeling familiar comes home, reignited your passion for life. . . King and throne.
A tender touch, Welcomed home once more, A new life is given, A new reason to score.
Polish meets spit, Circles of life shine, Feel stronger than before, No second hand on face of time.
Feel determined, The power shines through,
Time to walk again,
Proud Second Hand Shoe.
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Edward Micheals Poem
Lilly’s Christmas Question.
Dear Gran, here’s a note, my little note of thank’s
Thank you for all my gifts, and all the festive pranks.
Love my Christmas jumper, and my new hats a hoot.
My brilliant crayons and my shiny yellow boots.
But Grandmother i do need to ask,
I have a question and it starts with Dads flask.
You know the one i mean,
His work one, that Mum keeps nice and clean.
Mum asked me to be an Angel and take it upstairs,
To his room, where Dad says his prayers.
I got to the landing, i walked past the clock
Opened his door, “oh my”. . . What a shock.
Black Wellington boots,
Placed neat on the floor.
And St Nic’s suit,
Hanging behind his wardrobe door.
Now i know the Saint, and he made his call,
Cos i sneaked a peek, when i hid in the hall.
I saw him Gran, such happiness, such glee,
He was eating pie, placing gifts under the tree.
What a worry Gran, what are we to do?
Other kids need him, his reindeer too.
Is this another joke? Is this “Dad banter”?
Or has Dad gone mad? and nicked our Santa?
Oh he is in bother if he did,
If i tell my brother he will blow his lid.
Mum will be cross, all the neighbours too,
No more carol singers to go make a brew.
But ill try not to worry, put it to the back of my mind,
I know my Daddy and i know he’s kind.
Just a mistake, like when i spill my squash,
Maybe it needs a repair, or running through the wash.
Well i will wait Gran, wait to hear from you
Hope you enjoyed Christmas, the new year too.
Love you Gran, see you real quick.
All our love, Lilly Moon and baby Rick.
-The Northern Poet-
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Words flow like a babbling brook,
To my home, muse lets me look.
A farmstead by the rush.
Whisper in my ear, ancestor cheer, comedic discuss.
A choice for some, prince or slum.
Forward thinking, and digital dumb.
Can we walk? Soulful spirit and painless run?
Journey end, expedition begun.
One of three, three of one,
To flight, to absorb the here and gone.
Memory and conscience,
Hammer or tongue.
Soulful challenge, to fit or belong,
Codswallop with angelic song.
Pain soup all the way, fire and flame,
Your shine. . . Our shame.
-The Northern Poet-
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Edward Micheals Poem
Last the test of time
Every heartbeat Echo's around a focused determined soul, Gasping for life but ever focused on his goal. Every footstep screams eternity, This pain it can not last, Where others have fallen, The chosen must hold fast.
In dream state is your focus, Eyes lock in disbelief, Verbal beating close to follow, But you stare it out with ease. Physical torment, Ever close my final mission, Gouging at my spirit, My own war of attrition.
The beaten rise victorious, Mentors praising close of play, Now patted on the back as civilian shades away. Rewarded for our pain, The marks still plain to see, But more pain is to follow, A life's pain it will be.
Blind are the tortures, Who destroy your child hood dreams, For every blow is echoed to his own adolescent screams. He marches on regardless, His actions famed by all, But those who once you barked a threat will stand to take your call.
This pattern will repeat as our planet spins its time, The vulnerable among us lured by arms or crime. This process is not imagined, Its surrounded us for years, By the thinking men of law, Forged with public tears.
As reflection shows its hand, Time undoubtedly will heal, But the scars of the protector will always be for real.
Often a memory, Or an image of a crime. . .
These are the unseen scars. . .
That Last The Test Of Time.
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Edward Micheals Poem
Words
Strength, honor, respect are all qualities we admire
Must stay with us all day from dawn through retire.
We must try to gain or give accept and earn,
Sometimes walk the extra mile, to aid our neighbor though the turn.
Courage, determination, belief, are needed as we walk our path
As we learn of those before us, tales of bravery or psychopath.
Love, peace, loyalty are words we should cherish,
As they are all that's needed, for prevention of inner perish.
We become our thoughts, there scale not understood
Think positive words, give power to greater good.
Thoughts of evil, acts of peril darken the soul
Will cast you into darkness, and remove you from your goal.
The quill can destroy more than our largest gun
Words have the power, to eradicate our sun.
Words will guide a Shepard to all his thirsty cattle,
Convince ten thousand soldiers, call to arms and battle.
Positive breaths positive i will concentrate on that
Be gentle with my words, curious like a cat.
Be careful what i write, be mindful of the ear
Fill my life with just a few like peace, or calm, or cheer.
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Friendship
Id like to tell a tale all about me mates, The ones who restore my sanity. . . Removes all enemies from my gates.
The friends who remain with me, The ones who’s strength i steal, The ones who have my life trust, The ones who never squeal.
It’s not difficult, these words for me are clear, Your mates are the ones that pick you up or share there final beer.
Your pal is the one who supports you, In anything you do, There is no cost there’s no amount. . . Camaraderie never blue.
Laughter, Banter, Fun,. . . It will always spin you round, A mate pulls you from the ceiling, Sews your feet back to the ground.
Will tell you “How it is” Always call a spade a spade. . . Sometimes get you locked up. . . Sometimes get you paid.
Acceptance, Understanding, Trust. . . With your mate’s that's common place, Always got your back, Never a second face.
Will stand on your shoulder, Make you feel twice the man. . . Never a cant do attitude, Always yes. . . we can.
Love of family is automatic and very strong, But to love a would be stranger, the road is perilous and long. But as my years pass, As my reflection starts to wither, I've realized my friends. . . Love in abundance you deliver.
To imagine a life without them fills my soul with darkened dread, May as well try to stop a train. . . Or curdle poison in my bread.
As there the ones who have made me, The ones who make me strong. . . Each one has a life lesson, Each one has their song.
To all my “Brothers” and all their sisters too, If you have found yourselves reading this, then the words are meant for you.
Thank you to you all, Thank you for all the things you do,
But most of all my beloved friend. . . Thanks, just for being you.
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Stars in our eyes
Twinkle twinkle little star, how we gaze your distance far
Years of light never to touch, thought provoke a welcomed crutch
The creator of life, a power unmatched
Will nourish a planet, or burn it black ash
Twinkle twinkle little star, did you make us who we are
Why so cold, and why so hot
A blinding beauty, forget me not.
Glistening away to the back drop of night
Like a dancing diamond or a firework flight
Enormous and small, you decorate the skies
With adoring thanks, for the stars in our eyes.
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Edward Micheals Poem
Palace Of Light
With every lung full of air, With each second of despair.
With every hour that pass, When every sound exploding glass.
For every soul that scares alone, Electric shock at every tone.
Every heart beat that carries pain, For every head bowed down in shame.
When love has left and your all alone, When silent screams bring down your home.
Fear not my brother. . .This script is for you, There is a place where your voice rings true.
Bottle bottom down find strength in your feet, Take your first step there are “Angels” To greet.
This palace of light shines down tunnels black, Will arm you with tools to forge your own track.
A hotel for hero’s, A familiar place to be.
Explanation is paramount, Understanding is key.
Its not a place of fiction, Nor a place that time forgot.
This palace is much closer, My brother fear not.
Your journey will be woeful, Courage you’ll need to find.
“Angels” take your hand, As they explore your mind.
See of your rage and anger, Inner demons they will press.
This palace is Audley court. . .
This palace is Combat Stress.
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