When dawn arrives
my shadow rises before I do,
climbing the morning wall,
as if my spirit were impatient
with my body's waking.
Sometimes it drags behind,
my soul weary from having seen too much
of the world’s suffering.
Yet in the hour when the sky
spills its molten gold across the earth,
my shadow grows vast...
like some celestial titan
cast from my small frame,
as though the universe remembers
what I once was
before I was made mortal.
It vexes me
I toss and turn
I cannot find the words to describe the beauty in sight
For I am a humble man of ink
New words have to be created to describe the fraction of the beauty that you are
But alas I do not hold such power
For I would have created a whole library
Just to describe your beauty, my love
Forgive me my love
For I cannot describe your beauty to the unfortunate who didn't see you
Else the Emperors would have cried and gave you their empires
Just for you to be at their funeral pyres
Some say Aphrodite cried the day the Titan made you
It broke her, it made her irate
She punished the Titan severe
But the Titan was rhapsodic for he knew he bested her
And so you came into this world
Amongst the quarrel of the Gods
Like a ray of light
In my empty life
A black millionaire
Way down in Alabama
A mind for business
Shaking and shaping the South
I am 'the' A. G. Gaston
They don’t exist
Not really, no.
But when they look at me,
It starts to show.
Somewhere between
The screen and sky,
Jean smirks sweet,
Reiner breathes a sigh.
Jean
With every glance,
He knows I’m caught,
His playful grin
Is all I’ve sought.
Laughing so gently,
His heart’s so true,
In a world full of chaos,
I’m his only view.
Reiner
When I’m with him,
The world feels right,
He pulls me close
And holds me tight.
His steady gaze
Sees straight through me,
His heart’s a place
Where I’m meant to be.
They’re not real
But they’re all I see.
In every scene,
In every line.
They stay with me,
In ways I can’t explain,
A connection that’s mine,
Beyond the frame.
The Titan
They say he is a callous narcissist, all great men in our civilizations were self-focused it is what made them hated by some and loved by others We are confronted with a person who only appears when history demands a change, who thinks the impossible can come through
People ask, is he evil or a demi-god? No, he is a man whose vision stretches into the future and beyond, while we think of what’s for lunch
The problem is he burns the candle at both ends should he burn out and disappear, he will leave us the power to think practically, but also to dream, which is the tool for the development of mankind, to the point, that we too can become masters of our destiny
His enemies are many they will try to thwart his moves, even try the law, to imprison him, send him to an island to silence him, or perhaps have
him silenced by a paid assassin's marksman ship They say he is rich like that was a sin his wealth is abstract as he uses his money for the good of us, money is a tool to reach his goals, that’s we the people who see his foresight must be vigilant and let him work his magic
Remember me, Donald Trump
I'm back
In the spotlight, bold and spry
A voice that echoes, never shy
© daniel miltz
The power of death
Knows no knowledge or wisdom,
Nor silver and gold.
Laid bare far beyond civilizations glare, sank the ever-defiled bowels of a forgotten lair.
Nameless, voiceless and visually uncertain,
a silhouette hidden behind an ebony curtain,
as though it itself is unsure to pertain
any what description of its own existential pain.
It rots, an inexorable stench permeates the air.
Behold the Titan whose size boasts beyond compare.
Clouds and mists of fetid odor, scurry across the dark skies and forever over.
A haunted smell, wrought from a carcass from hell, where the vengeful dead stubbornly dwell.
Abandoned beyond those ebony mountains, whose dying blood flows forth from damnable fountains.
Joining oceans of red, always starved but always fed, from the Titan who lies dying upon his ebony deathbed.
He is Anderson Dan,
A Man U Fanatical fan;
Only five minutes ago,
To Hell did go ...
Indeed, nearly mad ran,
Man U supposing in some frying pan,
Having Chelsea’s thrust lifted a ban;
In a match Chelsea had been A Titan,
Easily to Man U telling “I can”
And once again “That Chelsea can”.
Bamboozled Anderson Dan,
Had to forget his being a Man:
“Oh!” Chelsea is sure to our skin tan”!
I fought one piggish Titan and I won
As if that devious Leech existed not;
Sealing the very firy nose of his gun
With ball-like rags to sap every shot.
A long-lionized mogul of giant name
Slew my low fists by a magic stroke;
Vilest Judas glossing in pesty fame,
I his two-timing fang spookily broke.
I know not if such a scheming villain
Fickle arms dim for want of glut gain,
Ever shall by Time's rare marvel floor,
And ink selfsame serendipities more.
May the Highest Star your ochre clip,
And pelt plagues and fates your ship;
Until Hades her filthiest minion finds
Sulfurous frying betwixt fallen minds.
May your fiendish bow of foxy veneer
Snap mid-hunt as looms hugest deer,
And life's fave tooth turn fatal sore;
Your daintiest morsel tartest grow!
A white horse stomping dream rides
thundering hooves jump off ridges
beyond mountains to distant realms,
euphoria ripples in speed of lightning.
its coat gleaming like a crystal palace.
roaming free of saddles, prairies yonder.
big eyes in wonder, unfettered reins
accelerating spirits of broken chains.
Yet in it's furious speed and strength
stillness of torrents, a Titan is tamed.
In caress of a hand, fondling of a neck
a canter is waned, a bareback bridled .
A shore straddles ecstatic ocean waves
in lullaby notes , folk music soothed.
A majestic beauty in quiet green pastures,
white stallion gallops, blue horizon erased.
28th March 2020
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
Contest Name Some Paradise Where Horses Go
I am puffed and proud, and full of myself.
You may call me King Titan, and stand back.
I am enormous, bigger than Mercury.
Saturn has eighty-two moons, but I am her pride and joy.
I am second largest only to one, Ganymede.
She is attached to Jupiter, though, and I do not play well with him.
I am attached to Saturn. Oh, Saturn, I love you! Oh, oh, oh, oh, Saturn!
Twenty-four of Saturn’s moons are regular satellites.
They bother me not in the least.
I am puffed and proud, and full of myself.
I am King Titan, I stand up and am counted.
My co-moon, Hyperion is locked in with me.
We are keenly aware of how important we are to Saturn.
Oh, Saturn, we love you! Oh, oh, oh, oh, Saturn!
I remember when Japanese imports were tiny little things.
What a drastic change the passage of time brings.
Have you taken a look at the awesome Titan?
That is a pickup truck manufactured by Nissan.
Nobody can say that vehicle is tiny.
It's as big or even bigger than the F-150.
The Titan's V-8 gives it plenty of get up and go.
It gives strong competition to the Chevy Silverado.
The Titan is another import I see more and more.
It makes me question which country won the war.
He was born with the heart of a Lion
and Mona Lisa's smile, he's a diamond.
Just a child,but one in a million, a true giant.
Life may set him challenges but he will be defiant.
Testing times ahead of him and many trials.
We can see a future so bright, its just over the horizon.
He is no ordinary child he his a titan.
and he will surely rise above his trials and triumph.
his name @@@@.
Big and tall
Big and tall
The man who never fall
Short and small
Short and small
The man who never crawl
Fierce and hulk
Fierce and hulk
The incredible one who never sprawl
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