I missed the target; So I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. Thoughts of vengance blew it off course; I missed the target; So I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. It would have struck true, if not for weakness. I missed the target; Feeling unworthy but determined, I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. This time I hit the target; By counting the arrows which lie on the ground, and the ones which hit the target, I saw my true level of progress; I saw I was still a novice.
Winter
is here
with a vengance
Upon these shores
My waves are crashing
Just as the thorns
Against my head
I gave you life
And you gave a promise
Now against my will
You wash your hands
When I return
I'll return with vengance
I will not bring glory
As I brought before
When I'm done
Again you'll be a believer
But in the world you exist
Will exist never more!!
we are creatures of...
a time lapse
that digest only in fractions...
about 1/14rh of each second
while 13/14ths escape us...
with respect cause and effects
we love the curiosity of cats but...
lay claim to some inner self image
echoes of creations mythological analogies...
from surviving untold 'centuries of millennias'
of change at least as intelligently as cats because...
human kind survives by asking the right questions
which means we as rational beings have a power to see what is...
within/without by way of practical and abstracted logics
so the 13/14ths of the pi that disappeared right in/of the light of day...
off the eye's 'window sill' without our knowing anything
more about it than rational is our choice over confusion and...
we - who what when where and why - wise dream too much
i mean - buttoned down screwed up reality images of ego...
greed power possession and re-vengance as war to serve...
scam artists profiting off the 'who when where and why' that bows...
some to a what that's supposed to be a good reason for their deaths
stan sand
Here I am pouring
To a vessel with many holes,
My most cherished I waste
Yet unnoticed it goes
Here I am pouring
My very best, my last
But by the ground it is swallowed
Buried, non existent
Forgiveness a commodity i find hard to give
But the only key that's bound to set me free
Am i a victim of my own pain?
Am i addicted to the hurt to keep me sane?
Will I ever find solace?
Vengance for the years i stayed silent?
Tears I cried are my evidence
Building into a strong case for your imprisonment
Are you the one? Or am I?
Locked away, in a cold dark place?
Banished from experiencing the beauty of life?
Butcher all that you can lose
I live to exploit your failures and weakness
I can see the fear in your eyes
Carving death around your life
Like a nail slammed into the joints of your bones
A dreadful storm blowing doom
The wreckage on an unfortunate soul
Don’t start what you can’t finish, forsake it
Cripple under pressure full of doubt you must perish
Fall apart, be in solitude, bleed of all you can lose
No more pieces to heal when you’re broken
The envenomation of all that is hell
You’re nothing more but a shanty
Just riding the wind of misery
Drowning in sundering self-pity
The karma of breaking malice
Swinging hostility makes you repent
To late your struggle will not be vindicated
CELTIC LOVE
The paths We take under the eye of god
and Universe, but some consider odd
Great Lord of Heaven, knowing everything,
help us to grow, into a birth of Spring,
and know from where our troubled feet have trod.
In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from long ago, a time called history,
made weary from the Roman and his sword
in seeking vengance, as if they were lord,
and Ireland is the place we chose to be.
They laid to waste all things we'd ever known
spared not our children, with their hearts of stone
and Caeser put us out to where we choose to be
in Ireland, an emerald upon the sea,
to where, great Father, only you had known.
The Wicca way, so deep out of our past
now comes of age, as if a spell were cast
to love all things, and have you at my side,
the only place where two in love can hide,
here in the only dream to ever last.
You'll be as much a part of all of me
as anything in life could ever be,
and we shall honor all and everything,
each to its own, our destiny might bring,
and everything in life we'll ever see.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
This is the second in a trilogy of football poems.All the need to be read to get the full story.
Now they've lost in the playoffs
It makes me want to cry
But they'll win next year
It's then they'll do or die
This team is full of talent
You can't keep it down for long
they'll be back with a vengance
For they will write this wrong
The quarterback still awesome
None like him came before
More wins then any rookie
Next year he'll wipe the floor
You can take it to the bank
For this is no darn lie
To the Superbowl they're bound
It's there they'll do or die
You see my faith is solid
This team is due much more
To the Superbowl they're bound
Number five is at the door
I talk to you again
When they have won the Bowl
I'll tell you how we made it
Plus who you should console
MARRIAGE OF A SHAMAN MISTIQUE
The paths we take under the eye of god
and universe, but some consider odd
Great spirit knowing all and everything,
help us to grow, throughout our Shamaning,
and know from where our lonely feet have trod.
In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from long ago, a time called history,
made weary from the Roman and his sword
in seeking vengance, as if they were lord,
and this, our land, is where we chose to be
They layed to waste all things we'd ever known
spared not one child; their hearts were solid stone;
and Caeser put us where we choose to be
Kincardinshire, our city near the sea
and where, great spirit, only you had known.
Our Celtic way, so deep out of our past
now comes of age, as if a spell were cast
to love all things, and have you at my side,
the only place where two in love can hide,
here in the only dream to ever last.
You'll be as much a part of me
as anything in life could ever be,
and we shall honor all and everything,
each to it's own, our destiny might bring,
and everything in life we'll ever see.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
As we transcend snowy bright mountains that thrill the adrenaline seekers
Buds spring up around the foothills of these mountains and
populate themselves by way of white bells and other lovely flowers
making themselves well known in summer months by their scent that wafts upon billows of breezes
This is the time of cherry blossom trees that line our street in a symphony
A riotous coloured canvas splashed with magentas, thalo, and cobalt hues
if a symphony were playing it might be Ode to Spring by Benjamin Britten
each season has its beauties
Is gifts for the eye and the body
My favourite is spring
As it sometimes not so meekly melts the snow with vengance.
Lovers hate with forceful Vengance
once it starts, no way to end it.
Lovers taste of someone different,
poisoned it, forever changed it.
Hating love thats left you lonely,
Burning fear comforts you coldly.
Hating hate that holds you captive,
feeding it, fueling it, keeping it active.
Lovely hateful memories,
fill your mind, create disease.
one day holding ceremonies
sunrise burning dead, deceased.
Hateful, lovely, lonely one,
hates himself for whats hes done.
Now theres no more sinful fun
no loving , no hating, just moving on.
Sets the barrell against his skull,
pulls the trigger, lets it go.
Hate, in red, now wall to wall,
upon the ceiling, down the hall.
Picking up pieces of their families lives,
left, the children to wonder why.
The earth now cracks, the ground runs dry.
So from above the couple cries.
Raining , pouring, floods of tears.
So many, unused wasted years.
The black knight shines when I close my eyes
The mist rolls round a strange new disguise
A faraway land the faces so real
A thousand mystic sunsets glaring off my steel
A maiden calls out tied to a tree
An offering for the beast who dwells beneath the sea
The warrior stands alone
His armour shines of gold
Weilding the sword of Vengance handed down from old
The challenge was met,the maiden set free
But it was only a dream
Inspired by you for me
Yeah, here's my life. I welcome you to it.
Welcome to huge secrets pouring out my mouth because
of two thick, pale fingers.
Welcome to black blood drippin impurities all over my mother's untouched rugs.
Welcome to my personal Hell.
Here's the heartache and the vengance that soak with red my wrists.
and Here's the sorrow that etches the art above my fists.
A toast to the anger streaming down in black,
and there are your reminders lining down my back.
Retrack the drunken nights with you, and all the screams I cried
go back to the days I looked at God and lied.
And down there in that bowl is all of my regrets,
streaming out in chunks and tears dripping down on momma's best.
She writes the words so carefully
Making sure they rhyme
Her poem is simply a work of art
She patiently takes her time
She tells the story of a dragon
And how his wings unfurled
A magical place beyond the clouds
In some far and distant world
She writes about the dragon's heart
And the place from whence he came
She writes about his breath of fire
And the power of his mighty flame
She pauses a moment, to gather her thoughts
As inspiration guides her hand
She writes about a golden lake
In this forsaken fairytale land
A land that's filled with shadows
With danger around every turn
Her dragon seeks his victims out
With another village to burn
Then she writes her hero's entrance
A knight with a golden lance
He enters on his stallion of white
For he is their only chance
Her dragon attacks with a vengance
To deliver her knight his pain
But his lance had flew straight and true
And the poet's dragon was slain
She smiles as she turns the page
And basks in her dragon's defeat
Her work of art now sealed with a kiss
Is one she hopes to repeat
fast forward pause rewound
the force is out tonight
step outside yourself
head straight into the light
hearts will be broken
souls will be spared
left fighting alone
full of dispare
arguments will arise
vengance will prevail
im staying home tonight its safe there
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