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A godless mass afraid of Death,
though unfettered by rebellion against God.
Uneasy calm imposed by modern gadgets,
global alarm from nations once revered,
A surge of pestilence from the east
trans-versing the cope of earth,
undefined yet named,
A demon unleashed beyond proud science,
The Vain research for a cure,
speculations of empty brained Politicians
and the unending hyperbole of the media
increased trepidation for the unseen,
helpless physicians like simpleton
consenting to the foolery of Politician
defining cures by a mask,
promising relief by sanitizers,
Stay home, isolate and increase your depression by loneliness,
Freedom now mockery, liberty a lie.
compelled by their reset to change the order for another.
Billionaire proposing vaccines,
untasted by the speculators.
Yet the surge unrelenting they say',
is their imposed masks not cure?
Is the sanitizer not a relief?
the pestilence is resistant to their vaccines,
another mutation in Boris Britain they say,
A mockery of their solution,
the speculation a mere phantom.
Ignorant men as viceroy for the unseen realm,
global manipulation of a cult,
A stage for the Antichrist.
After ten years a night like this,
when I will be in my late thirty's;
with a healed heart and maintained smile,
I will be laughing at my youth's flaws undefined.
I will be laughing for rushing after those 'emotionally absents',
I will be laughing for wasting months and years over my imprudence.
I will be laughing for dedicating them saucy love poems.
Maybe I will be reading them aloud but I will not be feeling the same.
Those breathless nights will be gone.
I no longer be keen to do constant adorn.
Those traitors shall be anxious to get back me,
but I shall not feel the same pace of glee.
I shall be celebrating my birthday without mourn.
Because till then I shall admit this that 'Winners Stands Alone.'
When I do dream, I find a well,
Where all the dreams would mix and swell,
A treasure store of hope I find,
Possibilities undefined.
A dream is a thing, but yet, ‘tis not,
At best, it’s nothing more than a thought.
Except for when the dreams come true,
And that is up to me, to you.
We write our dreams within our hopes,
We cling to them like they are ropes.
Our dreams inspire life again,
But crush us, bringing woe and pain.
A dream can be that which you hinge on,
But carefully, else life be gone,
So, brother, sister, heed this well,
This warning is mine, for you to tell.
Form:
This thing called love, oh, tell me what it means!
Is it what breathes and lives in gilded dreams?
Is it the searing burn of hungry kiss?
Or languid afterglow of passion’s bliss?
This thing called love, is it like stormy sea?
A pounding of confines, till it runs free?
Is love a need that one must satiate?
A craving to indulge, to subjugate?
Define this love, now tell me, what you know!
Is it a tiny seed that time will grow?
Is love serene and tranquil like a prayer?
Perhaps a savage warrior on a dare?
This thing called love you think you can define
You pick your words and string them line by line
To fit your world, your needs, your safety net
but what you give to it, that’s what you’ll get
I know of love; I’ll let you have a look
It’s all of these, yet undefined by book
The essence of a life, it’s a desire
to be engulfed by love’s consuming fire
It is to me obsession’s jealous flame
Baptized by fire, your life is not the same
it is to live or die for whom you love
To burn in hell for love or soar above
Eileen Manassian
December 13, 2018
12:25 am
In the whirlwind of time when leaves weave their copper cloak over my wandering soul,
I let myself be carried by the wild dance of the forest whispering the tale of a rusted season,
While my hair becomes a nest for autumn dreams falling in an infinite rhythm,
And I run through the carpet of gold and purple, with a soul polished and refined by joy.
With cheeks scratched by the harsh kisses of leaves departing branches in a dance,
I transform into a spirit of the forest, proclaiming freedom in an ecstatic balance,
While the wind steals my words and scatters them through the dense autumn air,
And I become one with every whisper of nature telling its story in a final dance.
Beneath the sky's arches shedding tears of light through the aging foliage,
I run barefoot through time flowing like molten, undefined amber,
As my laughter intertwines with the rustling leaves in an endless incantation,
And my soul dances with autumn's shadows in an ancient, inherited ritual.
Oh, autumn, queen of melancholy with golden lips kissing the sleeping earth,
Adorning the world with jewelry of leaves and pouring into my soul an unquenchable longing,
As I run through your cathedrals of trees, overwhelmed by a spirit of joy,
Until I myself become a leaf carried by the wind, in a never-ending dance...
"Ha-Em Iucundum"
"Puki Mi-ah"
Written By: Tegato Utaguci
Pronounsious Onfee' Muxell IV.: is what his name was his lenergage began in in 1867, he was born Feburary 29, 1996 a leap year they kept the date on his birth certificate. He marred Nittill Bueuberst of the Hulltyme and Gulstram family. The structure and contents of there relationship were defined by there desire to collaborate and consider. They described there love as from smile to a devilish smirk; it was evident to everyone that loved them that they loved one another and an investment into there togetherness would yield a profit. A friend of the woman spoke to her and said we know ya'll getting married, but before ya'll marry you should find someone lesser important and offer him you: then when he believes that you and he are gonna be together tell him who you are to shame him and undermined him into a distressful existence to show your husband that he's the only one for you. It gives character to your relationship. "Soiled into Destiny" your vows shall wash yo clean into togetherness. It was said the Fiancée then became involved into a brawl, with details undisclosed.
She was quoted as saying " A love affair has clear titles, clear meanings, each chapter divided an organized body and the contents of it's beginning defines each logical part!" she refused to soil her fathers name before being honored by excepting her future husbands name. The act of soiling your fathers name is practiced but it's meaning is often undefined and seldom spoke of the practice has been homered for century's, yet in most circles it's unheard of or unspoken as some see's it as evil and it's purpose to divide. 'The frail strings unraveled due to the weight of the load" the support of love in a relationship does guarantee but it's support is key to the relationships existence.
Tegato Utaguchi and Gagaaqagitak Ariya spoke at "Donum Matrimonii" decribing there togetherness as a precious and divinely created gift from God, intended for companionship, mutual support, and purpose. "Nimeni sa nu-?i pângareasca numele tatalui înainte sa-?i schimbe numele în casatorie." spoke Cantar Castrato of Acompaniaza Muzica LLC. a Hoc Possum Facere Societas Musica.
"Stooge, Braodway and Hooker"
A Cleaks and Turf Entertainment Co.
Parts Unknown
It’s the awkward pause when I draw a blank.
All the dreams I can’t recall.
And those whispered tender mercies
That don’t echo down the hall.
It’s the lack of depth to the story’s plot;
Not much drama after all these years.
It’s the empty stare when I hear a song
That used to always bring me tears.
It’s forsaken anniversaries
And birthdays unobserved.
Every summertime vacation
Family portrait that’s been blurred.
All these careless reminiscences
That never cross my mind
Are the way I put my thoughts on hold,
And keep my feelings undefined.
In the dull routine of simple tasks,
The rituals that satisfy my needs,
I elevate my posture,
Positioning my head above the weeds.
From my early morning walk about,
Till quarter past my last cold brew,
I spend my day deliberately forgetting
All those many times I’d been a fool for you.
The wind whispers through autumn leaves
A sigh... a rustle... a secret yearning
Heart echoes, tender ache
Love enshrined, lost in a season
Gone but not forgotten
Soul weeps, spirit undefined
Sun's warmth! A caress!
Fire ignites within, burning ember
Love unfurls like a wild winter rose
Strength unfurls, fuelled by longing
This passion burns bright
Knows no limits!
Rain! Symphony of falling drops
Cleansing torrent on wounded skin
But the heart - oh, the heart remembers!
Endures! Wisdom from every storm
Promise of Renewal
Hope that persists!
Laughter bursts! Sweet melody
Joyous symphony
Midnight Dance
Spirit soars, unafraid
Heart open, generous, ready to love
World within reach
Every door was wide open!
Spring returns
Hope's whispers
Renewal in every petal, every blade
Dreams unfurl - fragile yet strong
Belief in something beautiful and true
This is my symphony
Chorus of senses
Tapestry of Passion
Heart ready for love's sweet song
Forever
The seed of a woman's soul... remains.
The Impossible is a state of mind
the possible is the limits of your imagination
the reality is the two combined.
The resolution of mankind
our ability for adaptation
The Impossible is a state of mind.
solutions we can always find
multiply and then divide a simple calculation
the reality is the two combined
Man’s possibilities are not undefined
and neither his aspirations
The Impossible is a state of mind
Determination and spirit aligned
It’s about mental and physical application
the reality is the two combined
Never under estimate humankind
and our resolute determination
The Impossible is a state of mind
the reality is the two combined.
Oh, black man of the night
Robber of every soul
destroyer of the strongest heart
Melter of the most beautiful eyes
Why do you make us wail in hate?
Why become our unpredictable fate
Why take away our voice
Why make us feel like we don’t have a choice
Without you, we all have hope but with you our world is undefined
Mighty men born with a task, when you meet them, they leave their task behind
Sometimes they wish you never existed
Yet with nature by your side, you can’t be resisted
Sorrow roams each time you visit
Hearts plead for you to listen
But You love the arson
Now Snatching is your credit
Oh, can you listen when we cry
Can you let go of your mission when we ask?
Can you bring back our loved ones and not deny?
Or will you continue to bask in this vastness of hatred wearing a mask?