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Premium Member Greet the Sun

Shall raw and bleeding wounds gape wide for thee
and overcoat each new parchments’ page?
Are thee foul succubus seeking a sage
undead and living vicariously?

Shall another’s soul flow unbound to thee
like a courtesan released from her cage
each tomes rich with crimson text overlaid.
So alone, thee can dine veraciously?

Shall life come a courting as thy subject?
Nay, lance the ripe boil of lassitude.
Purge thy barren cloister genuflect.

Author thine own life thee are not destitute.
Expand into the world, let life project.
Arise, pale spirit and the sun exude.

My Sweet October

The sun rises,
The sun sets,
In between,
Life expressed.
Only time.

We live,
We die,
In between,
Life,
Only time.

Why,
Are you?

Sweet October,
Time after time,
Day after day,
I love you,
Every way.

But you had to go,
You left me here,
With all my fears,
With all my tears.

Memories,
Strong, forever,
A beautiful life,
Gone as if never.

Remember me,
Where are you,
A life so perfect,
A life so new?

Move on,
Another place,
Another time,
I will be with you.

My sweet October ….
Stay.

Premium Member My Tears

Without persons there would not be a tear
Of wells they spring forth of emotions clear

What be purpose so personal a tear
Running in river’s emotions so clear

Emotions of a mother brings a tear
Cuddling newborn baby very dear

Neglected child, poor misfortunes not mild
Borne in broken homes of chaotic wild

Salute of veterans brings many tears
Sitting without their legs in their wheelchairs

Their sacrifices visually clear
Their freedom for ours, something very dear 

Their salty drops of water drop in beers
Taverns of lonely hearts, tokens of Cheers

Tear lotions, giving emotions of dove
Consciences would  soon sear over without love

Little bitty tears spoil the acts of clowns
When final act of life’s curtain comes down

Salty tears neat, when life produces treat 
Tear summative blessings of life be sweet

May we live and learn as tear rivers burn
As human faults, failures and pleasures churn

Let us measure our treasures by tears lost
As life measures our pleasures, counting the cost!! 
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Destroyer ~ Poet 
Contest Name:any poem goes......


Unconquerable, William Ernest Henley

Dust never settles on my back
Nor does rain on my nose
As the demands of the day persevere
The quietness of the night strengthens my soul

Pain is a stimulus of sorts
A constant reminder of my work still to be done
Time has indeed served as a mirror of my mistakes
Yet I persevere until the battle is won

Visions of Heaven delight my heart
The heat from Hell has changed my ways
Neither mediocrity nor hate shall enter my house
For the pursuit of wisdom marks the rest of my days 

As angels do not sing me praise
Nor shall I hang crucified for my wrong
My life shall stand as my judge 
My life and faith shall be my song

When I Write

In my life there are many things I crave.
Passion is one of the biggest cravings I have,
Because with passion comes many other cravings;
Love, Happiness, Friendship.
These are only the passion for emotions though.
Reading, Singing, Dancing.
Now these are passions for doing things..
But none of these passions compare to my passion for writing.

When I write everything else in my life goes blank.
My worries disappear.
My stress fade to nothing.
When I write my heart beats faster.
My mind races into a million ideas.
My soul flutters like a butterflies wings.

Writing may not be my only passion in life,
But it definitely is my only true passion.
My passion for writing goes beyond anything else in life.
If I could not write down my feelings, 
They would tear me apart from the inside out.
My world would come tumbling down.
Without writing my life would be nothing.

Premium Member The Love I Lost

It is with sad heart that I say my goodbye. 
It is there I will miss the smile you put apon my face everyday.
That just having you kept my heart pumping to where now it is dead of feeling. 
It is of a heartless soul to which exist within me. 
It is with anger and tears my eyes bleed. 
With that of a rose to which is of dead leaves,so does my being 
know of its feel to dry and die away. 
My sight is no longer there for like the fresh of breath he give me,it has vanish. 
I am just a person now and not a being. 
The love may still be there but it hurts me to take in deep air as my pain 
I feel on my chest is a kill. 
There I have lost the woman I love for life that once told,never look back. 
But to look back is the experience that life has taken,rather good or bad. 
But that of a trust to which was ripped and torn to shred. 
It was of a love one could know and feel. 
That to which made them stand proud to say I am who I am and this is my other half. 
One that only one could dream of with their eye's close but not to be pinch for awakening 
because their eye's where already open. 
It's there the pain hurts because loving you exist no more. 
That there is a void harder to fill and that's having you made everything seem so real. 
All blocks is gone because so am I. 
That you find nothing but an empty wall with no writting there with love but you 
find a man lost in the moment. 
Because their his love was strong for only one woman. 
He never really understand why she loved if she really did but them words touch 
deeply into a soul now torn to shred. 
But his love still is that one day it finds it's way back where it belongs and he may live to 
love another day instead of hating everything to which is now just life to him. 
But to love that specail woman that makes his world go round and time stand still because 
there she was everything. 
That now it's all just a dream. 
I Love~ them words doesn't even matter because thats all they was.
Were something to hurt the being because there it really doesn't exist but in the mind 
because my heart bleeds river of blood.


A Cry Into Wisdom

Crying into the wisdom 
of love
Trudging where life
has no end
With an outlook 
of where I am today

A man cries  
into the wisdom
of life one would
think it's a sign
of where he is today

A sudden wind blows 
in from the north 
unshoved 
Bright stars begin
to shine, luminating 
high above
As a man cries 
into the wisdom of love 

Ina state 
for perfection,
on his return
to what he consider
his home grounds


but haunting 
flashbacks quickly 
reminds him of a past
once filled 
with his own affections'

Crying
into the wisdom of love 
trudging where life 
has no end
with an outlook  
of where I am 
today

With a smile
a note sent
many miles away
A man cries 
into the wisdom
of life a found gift 
that have him 
where he is today

Walking On Clouds

I never knew that something was missing
Until I actually found you
Now my life is truly complete
Now that there’s me and you.
The love we have for each other
Is too overwhelming for thought
All we can do is feel
And understand what life has taught.
The way feel when I’m with you
Is too indescribable to say
But I fervently wish and pine for you
Any time when you’re away.
I feel so free in your arms
Like I can truly begin to fly
And know that I am protected by you
Whenever I start to cry.
This feeling I’m feeling can’t be coincidental
‘Cause I know you’re feeling it too
We are soulmates, a match for each other
I know, ‘cause I’ve fallen in love with you.
Childhood sweethearts reunite 
After two long years
But now we’re together, that’s all that matters
No more room for crying any tears.
There’s no feeling like this feeling
No heartthrob could ever be this loud
All we need is each other
‘Cause when we’re together, I walk on clouds.

Mother

pain and suffering endured giving life 
love and happiness enveloping youth 
kindness and guidance given throughout the years 
content and fearless as her death nears 
tears of sorrow shed as she departs 
tears of joy as time brings spirits to reunite 
mother and children together in everlasting life

James

Looking into your eyes as
 my fingertips trail across your skin.
If I was ever more content,
 I surely don't know when.

Your hair soft and smelling of jasmine,
 blonde curls brush your face.
You roll over and wrap me in your arms, 
 I feel at peace in your embrace.

I open my eyes and I'm all alone.
 Your side of the bed, empty and cold.
Tears threaten to spill over
 when I realize you're not here to hold. 

I want you here with me, 
 Damn you for leaving my life in such haste.
I miss your touch along my skin, 
 your kiss so sweet, I still taste.

Your eyes so dark blue
 they resemble a sapphire jewel.
To think I could keep those treasures
 for myself, what a fool.

I can't take back all those 
 horrible things I did and said.
There have been many days I've
 wished I'd have left you instead.

I keep going over it all in my mind.
 And it just doesn't seem fair.
A life stolen for drugs by 
 an addict who didn't care.

The fact that he is your brother
 was the worst of it all.
I see just how far crack-cocaine
 can make a person fall.

I'll never forget you and
 I'll love you until my very last breath.
And as long as I live
 I'll never be over your death.

Been Pushed

Been Pushed

                  I got pushed by the
                  sensation of others;
                  For my price is to cross
                  but the hardest ways.

                  I got yet the most expensive
                  cross-sectional of life;
                  Making life much better!

                  I got all but once,
                  One of life sky-rocket
                  chance to height;
                  For the cost's one yet expensive.

                  I've got the truth in been pushed
                  and been pushed by
                  others desire.

Live For Today

Sitting,
Waiting, 
Hoping,
and believing,
that one day the perfect man will come along
and sweep you off your feet,
and take you breath away.
In reality,
Your just wasting your life away,
little by little.
Don't wait,
don't look around.
Have fun and live life like you die tomorrow.
Live as if the world will come to an end soon.
Make it seem is if you have not a care in the world.
Live to make yourself happy,
and not to please everyone else.
:)

A Fresh Start

Sometimes I wonder if life will ever change.
Same thing day upon day,though my life prearranged.
Waking up to that same old beat of the drum.
(OH HUM HUM)

Seems waiting for my purpose,never shows its face.
An ongoing timeless marathon,
continueing in last place.

Working for THE MAN,just keeps me so uptight.
Even rising out of slumber now,
seems an endless fight.

Discontentment plays a big part,in dealing with lifes terms.
Serenity and happiness,
are what this cowboy yearns.

So many missing pieces,on what my lifes about.
Cant figure out my feelings,
on whether pout or shout.

One thing I know for certain,is that I hold GOD in my heart.
And at the end of any given day,
he will allow me a fresh new start

If I Could...

I live by the sea 
as content as I could be
I feel the wind in my hair
without no worries or a care

But what I would give 
to have more of life to live
would you settle for content
It's greedy I confess

But what if I had a chance
for a shot at romance
maybe a wish or two or three
and I will show how life should be

If I could have a wish
Oh how that would be swish
the things that I could wish for!
All the things I could explore!

If I could I would
it would do a lot of good
I could wish for boar
that could fly and soar
or maybe even a cat
that wanted to be a rat
That would wear a massive hat
and sit on a bigger mat

Maybe I could wish for love
that was reached way up above
with signs of cupids and a dove
and we fitted like hand and glove
never having to push and shove
because it was more than puppy love

I could even wish for good sense of fashion
that could even be my passion
but i would have compassion
for those who had no sense of fashion

Oh dear, I am getting ahead
I do not have a tear to shed
for all the time that i left behind
for three wishes for me to find

Oh but if I could...

Twin Soul, How Great Is My Love

T wo little infants, born miles apart,
W ander through life with twin broken hearts.
I njured by those they thought they could trust,
N ow life had slipped by, like a handful of dust.
S omeone above must have made their paths cross,
O n seeing each other, they were no longer lost.
U ndying, their love spanned thousands of years,
L aying to rest all the pain and the tears.

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