I ask not shadows whence they come,
Nor where their silent footfalls lead;
The grave is mute, the mouth is dumb,
Yet still it speaks, above the land.
The dead are writ in flesh and stone,
In echoes cast from ice to flame;
Their march is onward, not alone—
We follow, bearing blood and name.
They go where time has lost its teeth,
Beyond the crown, beyond the rod;
Their ashes drift in winds beneath,
Their spirits rise and rest in God.
It matters not what tombs proclaim,
Nor how the mourners bow and weep;
For in our veins survives their claim,
The dead still guard the lives we live.
So let me walk, though night is vast,
Unfearing, steadfast, to the last.
Ah, God, with your
, mighty, majestic
wings flying around the
refulgent, lovely creek ,
protect us from everything , I beseech
You to prevail everywhere peace and
calmness. A green bird is adorned with
ecstatic , blue aroma.
Oh, blue dove, break the unbounded,
unbreakable chains, to abide in
an unwavering rejoicing and, in your dreamy
unchained Land.
Ah, rambling roses stemms the
stormy, tempestuous fetters
of the dark, from dominating
the celestial, overcast sky.
The invincible, dauntless lily gazing at
the enchanting dawn
shielding against the ashen , inky demise.
Oh, green dream always succumb
to the unfearing, splendid Hill.
Ah! feathery , mellifluous brook suffuses
the radiant, unflagging sunrise
An eclectic ,miscellaneous daybreak .
like chimera overflows.
We always gaze at a suffocating ,thorny
lark.
The undaunted , unfearing lark frequently
embraces a vexatious butterfly.\
In the realm of anguished, harsh words
the transient, wild dusk thrives like
a rambling rose.
A daring dawn never escapes from
a shattered , stormy sea.
The homogeneous , ashen chains
of the moon echo the valor of a lionhearted
meadow.
The resolute, soundless sun festooned
with a dreamlike love.
The tapestry of truth yells out
like a , cheerful rainbow.
The flaming ,starry hope never yields like
an oracular delight
The tyrannical tears like the ultimate hues
of the universe stem the hidden verity.
Call me from my cave out
Draw me out, not with threading
Lift me up with thunderous roaring pitch,
See how much I'll cause a wonder
I am the sword unsheathed among thorns.
Beware ye unfearing beings
My cut runs deep.
Again I call, cast me not away
For without me all wonder is not
I am the owl calling through the forest of nights.
Beware of my taming talons
Blunt in a thousand years rust
Yet I wound the bones of the most valiant
My berth, my cave, the passage of meaty thorny flesh
Conjoined to the weakest guts.
I have a fleshy beak
I peck not on wood, Wits are my gainful prey
In the beginning was not me,
But in me was the beginning.
Not all the time am I as strong as I should be
Especially to those who look down on me
Some of my days I stand and unfearing speak
Yet others are dark and unendingly bleak.
You ask why I'm down, why I can't seem to
Get up and run the race as quickly as you
Then you bend down and give me your hand
And then smiled at me whilst helping me stand.
Not always can I rely on my innate ability
But now you're here, waiting for me willingly!
Though not light as helium, not potent as hydrargum,
I will always be grateful to you for being my titanium.
Second Chance In Love
Candlelight fluttered
Romance ended forever
Broking the amorous vows
Destinies took paths
Plowed with the indifference
Sowed with deep buried hatred
Starting a new tale
Risking a broken heart love
"Unfearing abandonment"
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Falling off the bridge, and landing in the sea
Next of kin is a part of me
Paradise waters lay under the surface's glare where my face returns to me
Our past together is just as important as the futures you and I will be enacted in
But to shed our skins, we'll have to leave the dying tree.
It's infected but not with fungi or ***** leaves
It's neglected the verity of the momentum we find ourselves encapsulated in
It made a promise, and its dues are setting to pay
Yesterday, life was a gustle in the winds
Here today, I find there's nothing left of consequence
And so my dear and faithful audience, I leave you with a single token for my remembrance:
An ephemeral leaf through which all seasons shall breath
One life, one flash
One dash my eyes unveiled:
You and I, caught in the wheel
Leaves lift the seasons into beatific Ecstasies.
Unfearing eyes illuminate the blue skies,
Stretching truth far beyond the horizon,
Far off into the melting pot
Following human eyes wept in happiness
Drawing themselves on the dot.
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