Long Stand Poems
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At the end of each day,
Lies the start of another,
Thus the world will transform
From dusk to dawn,
And the moon’s dark reign
Shall be over.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
We live this life
Because we must.
So the Cycle goes on and on,
Until the End of All Things,
When everything’s gone.
Now we three have risen
To bring Chaos to all,
We stand here and laugh
At Heaven’s great fall.
Pray not to this God,
What use is there now?
We have slain his great Host,
And how we did plough
The fields of the dead
For their wandering souls,
We will not stop
Until all life we hold,
Turns ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
I have come forth from Hell,
To feed my bloodlust.
I am the Deity,
Slayer of Gods,
And I fought ‘til the end,
No matter the odds.
Now your turn of the Cycle
Has been shattered asunder,
At the sound of the second,
By Sky’s mighty thunder.
With his spear he brings,
The splendour of winds,
With his ice he’ll freeze
Everything over.
Now this world is dying
And your reign has ended.
The third wandered true darkness
To extinguish your light
With a power that none comprehended.
Dusk is her name,
All burns in her flame,
With her blade
Even Death she transcended.
Now the Eternal Cycle
Begins once again,
Just look to the Sun,
A new day is dawning,
Grieve not for the past,
There’s no time for mourning.
This fragile old world
Will ne’er be the same,
At the End of All Things,
When Chaos shall reign.
Come take my hand,
Then you will see,
It isn’t nearly as bad
As you think it will be,
For we invite you now
To join us peacefully,
So we can make a new world,
A world pure and free.
Form:
Dreaming of a love that will fall from the sky
One that lets my spirit fly so high
A love that floats like a butterfly
That comes together to harmonize
What we work so hard to synchronize
All the love that reflects from our eyes
When we customize every minute gone by
Feeling my temperature starts to rise
Realizing what a fantastic surprise
A woman who isn't about the lies
We all need a love like this that gets us by
One that is able to compromise
A love that we need not ask ourselves why
Allowing our hearts to memorize
Love exists without having to try
Our commitment to each other
Stands above any other
Making it possible to discover
True love that needs no cover
For my one of a kind of lover
That will stand with me Forever
Taking on all of life's endeavors
Praying that God will bless our life
Believing that You will become my wife
Paying it forward in hopes our love will grow
brings out this amazing kind of glow
Making it possible to let our love just flow
With the trust, we have come to know
Inlaid into my heart stealing the show
Making it impossible to never let go
Of your love that just fell from the sky
Allowing us to fly so high
Watching it all go by
I ran here and I raced there
All the time, all places, anywhere,
As if possessed I was adamant
and rested not even for a moment.
I had the riches and all the fun
Basking under a robust sun,
I knew despair nowhere
and reaped joy everywhere.
I needed none to lend me a hand
Nor by my side to stand,
No shoulder I sought upon to cry
There was no task I would not try,
To grab wealth I would not shy
Nor faltered ever to cheat or lie,
With unfettered passion to win
I forsook my own kith and kin.
Favored by fate, I was awestruck
until Time’s heavy hand struck
and pulled me out of my stupor
saving me from making a grim blooper.
My body gave up the strife,
My spirit longed for a quiet life—
But Life turned its back on me
Oh, my folly it made me see...
He who is at peace with his share
Leaving the worldly woes in God's care,
He who is driven not by his whim
Happy is he, life is good to him.
When fancy does he come within one's life,
A candle gently placed goes out so quick.
Of course this is his job, yet one so rife,
And pain he caused to some in just a flick.
A march where veils can barely hide their tears
That rains could not compare their dreary wails;
No song can show the loss that sums all fears,
No hollow branch to hold the noose that fails.
Beneath the branch where he would make his stand,
To rub the names of those who have long passed,
Who paid their debts in kind beneath the land—
To sow it with their flesh whose life have passed:
The rain is sly to time their deaths in gloom,
His song's machined—and he will be their groom.
As the bus drove us to school
& the talkative Dy continued to talk
Never stopping, always bragging
Holding the book, never studying
Always would like to stand as bus 12 drove by
She always laughs & smiles
Hitting the book on the chair, a million times
If the book would talk he would say: oh God burn me now
Better than hell
She continues to talk, looking at the Indians in a bus
Smiling & waving goodbye
As she plays with me the basketball &
Hits a millions people’s head
She always buys 4 chips a day
& eats a gum to calm her down
She never accepts a joke
She always goes sad, & looks at the windows sun
She swear she’d never forgive me for life
So I asked: does this include not talking ever?
She always brings her phone to school
& listens to the stupidest song ever made
Oh my cells are bored from this
She always makes me laugh &
Sometimes she makes me cry
She loved a song for 2 continuous years
Why is she so sensitive?
And I thought I’m the one
Who complained I?!
Clouds kept moving over clouds, eliminating all fears and doubt, it merges with the moon and the stars and erases the deceptive shadows that stand up in the dark, it was too good to be true, for everyone was waiting for you, there wasn’t one person that didn’t feel the pain, and there wasn’t one person that didn’t feel the shame. The sky understood it all and it absorb the midnight brawl.
The sprawling land that edges close to the sea, has room enough for thee, place ten thousand chairs there in the open air and get all the news anchor and journalists to meet me there; they must come from near and far and have something new and dynamic to share. The world’s weight is upon their head, and wisdom is crawling underneath their beds, the big sofa and the little teaspoon have nothing in common, but the position of the chairs and tables are significant to what you have to share for the culture of the east is turning up the heat.
Wings in the sky come and wrap your arms around me before I die; wings in the sky come and take me on a flight with you around the galaxy to listen to the people’s stories and when the moon eclipse, you will seal it with a kiss. You take long strides in the daytime, and you run errands at midnight; that’s the way the universe is set so that heaven can do the next best.
Wings in the sky protect me from the heat and cover as I walk the street and roll out the carpet to absorb the scorching heat. Tell me what your will is, tell me what you want from me, tell me that you are sorry. Lift me up to the moon and tell them that you will be coming back soon.
Build a massive tent in the valley and gather all the people from Cornwall, Middlesex and surrey, we are going on a retreat for thee, and we are going to cover all the ends of the sea until they set you free. Wings in the sky, you must meet with me before my spirit dies, calm the powers of the sea and still the shaking trees.
Put a smile on the people’s face and give them the hope and the courage to live again, spread your wings over us and end the tumultuous fuss.
Wings in the skies upon you our destiny lies.
So back to the street's
I descend from the ashes
To a victorious parade and marble mansions
I ascend upon my throne
Of Gothic Cathedral's where head's stand impaled
And all one smell's is death and stale
So back to the street's
Back to black
Back to all out siege and attack
Back behind the wall's
Back to the Castle
Back to the King
Back under the influence of the west wing
Back to the matter's of wealth and land
Back to political stealthy slight of hand
Back to bribe
Back to feeling alive
Back to weapon's
And the dog's of war
So back to God
Back to religion
One step forward
One giant step back
Welcome inside the power trap
Welcome to the Pleasure-dome
I see your tears within the rain at times...
And as i feel the drops of you absorbing right into the center
of my hearts beating chimes
I remember your smile and the fight in you that said "No" to the boarder
lines and "Yes" to the fight for life and love with the family that
binds.
Your indomitable spirit bought our family to a full circle... with a gift left
behind that would never allow Cancer to cripple; but the reverse of strength,
faith, love and belief of God's blessing of life that tripled.
And even though we faced some setbacks... you remained strong until
you and God was ready for an amazing remission and comeback;
with a style and grace that would attract and make all react to the strength
of a woman's will that remained intact.
And now...
That my mom has received her wings
I speak through the soul and spirit of Annette Saxon and that of my family
to stay strong;
even in those times when you're not up to being judged, analyzed, and criticized.
Stand strong and see what God brings.
And as the sun shines down from heaven... just know you and your family are never alone;
For the Heavens are full of wings fighting the fight with you from heavens
length with the "ANGELS WINGS OF STRENGTH"
You said it
You said it there and then
You didn’t write it, you didn’t need a pen
No thought was needed
The words were on your mind
What was I thinking?
I thought we were two of a kind
You stand there in front of me
Claiming that you love him
It’s just not how it should be
You said it; now that you’re gone
You’re with him on that side while I’m here lingering on
So you found him on the other side of life. All those years together, you were always a worshipped wife
You said it and that’s enough for me
But here I am alone and as I close my eyes for the last time, alone I’ll always be.
I have decided go to church.
A deeply prophetic interior voice
has declared:
'enough is enough.'
Since Christians are derided, abused
and killed around the world
without even a headline,
since the intelligentsia and media
jeer at any mention of prayer,
since I am not 'saved' and never shall be,
but since I will always stand for the
guy with the sweaty shirt collar,
the woman who has faith in her womb,
the thin dog under the fat man’s table,
the individual not group-think,
I have decided to join a church.
I am not going, just joining
no one needs to know
except the Jesus in my heathen heart.
It’s just my little church built for one,
and when some sophomoric dimwit
with a college degree in the humanities
mocks my sacred belief,
I will enlighten him or her
with a curse straight from hell.