Saw it coming
Started running
Through the woods
As fast as I could
Evil in the mist
Making sinister hiss
Sound
Translating freedom 'going down'
Beautiful mirage arrived
No fear of going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
Chit chatting away
Screaming about pay
"Ammunition I will fire
Since you seemed to of tired
Do not fear
I have a long neck beer "
Siren made clear
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
Saw it coming
Started running
Through woods
As fast as I could
Beautiful mirage arrived
Not going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
"Do not fear
I have a long neck beer"
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
He wore the robes of justice,
high and proud,
And passed his moral
verdicts to the crowd.
But far from chambers and
the legal light.
He breached his sacred
marriage in the night.
The gavel falls to punish
wrongful deeds,
Yet he ignored the vows his
wife pleads.
A double sinful life behind a
heavy lock door,
He breaks the very laws he
swore to obey.
The bench holds honor, but
his heart is unfaithful,
A hollow promise that he
failed to keep.
The hearth grows cold where
once our futures burned,
Unspoken grief fills every
empty space,
We weep for lessons that we
learned too late.
The pristine white bride
gracefully glided down the
aisle toward her sharply
dressed, eagerly waiting
groom.
A sudden, violent gust of
freezing air violently
shattered the stained- glass
windows of the church.
The delicate white lace of
her bridal veil rapidly
decayed into a swarm of
black spiders.
Horrified wedding guests
shrieked as the pews
suddenly transformed into
rotting wooden coffins that
snapped shut.
The smiling groom unhinged
his jaw, swallowing the screaming
bride whole before the altar.
The contractual
agreement, till death do part
Love, it's foundation.
I want to be like a spirit free
Of hazel hypocrisy like helium
Blowing up egos and
Puffing up chests
I want to be more but I am not
Born in sin of faulty men
And women who love them
Until they don’t
Then the scales fall from their eyes
Wails build walls tall and emphasized
Love is a crime of passion
Cranberry flavored and rationed
To the green eyed monsters of envy
Seeking what they think is romanticism
Reeling after a taste of pickled realism
For to cherish truly is to sacrifice
Thinking acting in the interest of
Lover despite all the cherry challenges
Keeping vows weathering clouds
With a lavender lyric hidden in heart
I watch the amazing feat of such beauty
And respect realizing I may never really
Destroy the thorns around my red heart
That I’ve decorated and celebrated as
Amethyst art
I am cowardly set in my own ways
A phantom of licorice streets old days
Freely loving old roses pressed pages
For they speak to a heart of safe places
Memories sweet as marmalade
You think writing is for money
Is about been responsible for at least one thing in your life
You think working is for money
Is about been doing great in a chosen field of passion you live
You may love to prove me wrong
Is a way to develop your own lying tongue
You may still want to be strong
Is just a mess of disturbance by your brain so young
Don't be of shame
The ideas we have may not be the same
But really you do have a different aim
Just don't wanna hold the claim
You can still take it back
"Am not your spec"
Not your type either may ache
Gat to move on like you watching the clock
Guy, I don't like the look in your eyes
Is just too simple and weak
Guy, you don't wanna break tiles
Is the best way to have your unique says speak
Within the ancient tent of meeting shade
A woman stands where vows are made
The barley offering, silent, coarse, and dry
Is placed before the priest and searching eye
Her tresses loosed, she lifts a trembling hand
To swear she wasn’t with another man
The oath is written, then dissolved away
In bitter waters, a curse or hope’s mainstay
The waters heal and bless if innocent
If not, she bears the pain and embarrassment
In jealous ages, where doubt and faith collide
Her wantonness lingers if she has lied
From ancient scrolls and whispered fears
Sotah’s tale persists throughout the years
A ritual etched in Jewish writings and art
Recording the proceedings of justice, faith, and heart
P.S. If we draw on the Incarnadine Strain
We will not be drowned in the flood, but be blessed by rain
One life,one choice
No regrets, just rejoice.
The dreams and smiles
Follow endless miles...
The promise of love,the vow of togetherness,
The sacrifices and the forgiveness...
In this life and then after
To be together, should only matter.
The moments and memories that I treasure
Is there a way to measure?
A promise that is eternal and heavenly
A feeling that is wonderful and lively...
A mystery untold
A secret,wise and bold...
The secret,he who understand
Will know the pain one has,all the storms, withstand.
A feeling so deep,year after year
Will shout louder,without fear.
The silent cries,the invisible tears,
A secret so precious, in heart one bears.
The broken desire, the burning soul
Has the will,to reach the goal.
He who knows the vows and Virtue
Will know the feelings,real and true...
A promise buried in the heart and sealed
Will it ever be revealed?
To me it feels different
Not just a distant name
But a voice with the sunrise
A true promise of trust
Our words carry weight
Sacred in their own way
They show who we really are
And who we hope to become
Horemakhet is not far away
He lives in the vows we keep
In doing what we once said
In holding true to our path.
By the Streetlamp
Secrets held by the streetlamp,
Delightful, sad or wicked,
Witness through its deadpan eyes
Of events by its roadside,
As distant stars in the sky,
Are kept in depth of her heart,
With its vows of secrecy,
Never with someone to part.
Dulcet whispers, pairs of three,
Enact a dangerous dance.
What on earth is eternal?
Springing up from her stupor,
Tosses her ceremony-
Golden ring of fantasy.
Truth tastes like sun in her throat.
Now that time has past do you feel the same
Or are you arguing and pushing the blame
Are you as attentive as you were when dating
Hopefully your love was sincere and isn't fading
Wasn't it so easy to shout out the words "I Do"
After the vows your partner gets to see the real you
What is it really that holds a marriage together
Being willing to bear bad weather until it gets better
This isn't a class where you sign in and sign out
It's learning what "better or for worse" is really about
It's after the vows that your work really starts
It's practicing forgiveness from each others hearts
When you were dating everything was allowed
Everything always seem to change after the vows
May we forever be lovers,
May we forever be friends,
And should we hurt each other,
May we quickly make amends.
May we enjoy our passion,
But never let compassion die,
Thinking in selfless terms as we,
Never emphasising I.
May we forever be soul-mates,
May our love eternally last,
May the food of love sustain us,
May we never have to fast.
May we use each other’s strengths,
When we are feeling weak,
May we both learn to compromise,
And always as one voice speak.
May we never keep dark secrets,
May we never tell each other lies,
May we both work unceasingly,
To ensure our love never dies.
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