when you see a poster talk a lot about poetry bla bla bla
make sure that he or she has an empty mind and a very weak soul
Her silence was her silent grieve,
A veil that few could ever perceive,
But deep within, a fire burned,
A fighter's spirit, undeterred and unturned.
She was no weak soul, as they thought,
A woman with courage, battle fought,
Resilient, bold, and strong at heart,
A woman king, who'd never depart.
In her soul, a fire burning bright,
She will rise from the ashes, take her rightful flight,
A woman of strength, of power, and grace,
In her journey, she will find her rightful place.
Though, darkness may assail,
She will stand tall and strong, her spirit shall prevail.
For she's a woman, a king deep within her core,
Unyielding, unbroken, forever she will soar.
What mortal tear?
Traces this grand and ageless face.
What twist and turn's of flesh?
Can inspire divinities of old
To lay waste to dreamscapes of
A mere weak soul.
Gracing the surface of dawn
New light chases away...
The shadows of the past.
What mortal fear?
Flies in a lives encompassing race.
Tools of hand
Rules of flesh
Deities taste of forbidden
dream's...lace.
Lands of mere walking apes
That claim the waste in a time of rape
That drink the wine
The immaculate Grapes of rancor
What mortal eye...?
In this age...
Can see the island's wrapped in
An arcane god's apathy...
A province of unknown Seas's
What face is this to see?
Divinities own...
A mortal tear.
Our own history disadvantages our weak soul
We were conquered by our weak thoughts
We defy power thinking we were deceived
Guilty or not we acted more than we should
Angry! Upset! Terrorised! Empowered! Entitled!
How can we defeat our strength? how can we devour our overflown emotions?
How can we prove we’re right when it does not matter at all?
All mixed up circling in circus
Our actions does not rhyme in rhythm
When our words does not worth anything!
Misunderstood! Isolated! Punished!
Yeah, it's rebirth
I was lost tossed and rotten in darkness
The world crown me, comforts drowned me
My heart grew weak soul lost life
A dark past hunted me like death
His presence diminished, like Judah, I hurt Him
Mah walls crushed, enemies turned my masters
My long buried guilt arose and filed my breath
Lost traces of grace, devil reigned
Sin became a toss game; simple
Guilt judged my soul, caged my heart
Felt like a salty rock in a furnace
So weak, only let all take control
But once a son, always He's the answer
Reached for my hand in my grave I lay
Took me by hand and kissed my frontal
By His love I swore to live Him
By the shrine I gave my all to Jesus
In my soul I got a new home
Under His wings I got a shield
In his love i got a Jacuzzi
His word my daily bread
His orders my life
His will my birth
#Rebornchild
Winter slowly creeps into my veins
Small snowflakes covering my eyelids
Seductively whispering
Cold rain
Hailstorm torturing my weak soul
Blinding storm intoxicating numbness
Standing on the frozen lake
Cold blood
It lashes, lashes, it calls me, calls me
Wants me to drown in this
killing chilling darkness below
Cold water
Save me here, find me in the blistering blizzard
blistering cold, warm me, warm my self
Embrace me and love me
Love me
***
Poem by Darren White
November 4, 2016
My mind sings a tired song
Midnight, it comes
As an angel
Soon to be a demon
A demon painting my burning, weak soul
I wish it would end
It's a knife in my chest
Clawing out my melting ears
Tearing me apart
Playing endlessly
Endlessly
An awful cry
In a dark, sealed room
An echo
Filled with the hopelessness of the air
A shadow of my mortality
Mocking me
Dear gruesome song,
Please, pass me by
Insanity
Smothering me until my last breath
Obstructing my escape
From this shallow, black dream
I plead with this broken strain of sound
I beg, let me live
Torture another
Sad, unsuspecting soul
But it's like a leech to my bruised skin
A parasite invading my body
Tormenting me
As i sit in a pool of my mortifying despair
Oh beautiful, horrible melody
Leave me alone just this once
I'm screaming, crying
I beg you
Leave my defenseless mind
Go haunt another weak, helpless life
My mind sings an empty song
An infection to my abandoned soul
When will it end?
The Duality of man 2…
Picture the beast getting its own way,
When weak of “spirit” steps aside,
Animal lust comes out to play,
Control your body, have some pride,
Yes it is a Monkey body,
Rhesus monkey blood, have I,
Give in to its wants and needs?
Go to jail sometimes to cry,
Cos the Monkey passion won?
When the animal has control,
Madness bloodlust does persist,
Watched in horror by the soul,
Conscience chatters, does insist,
I fight 4 some control.
Don Johnson
so the weak soul loses control
and the monkey body lets passion or bloodlust
satisfy its wants and primal needs...
and the concience screams enough!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMFahYa865k
too much when life sails on her voyage
in beauty and grace of the flow of life
i fear if life is a beautiful drear
we lived so long in false concepts
my heart is a weak soul
and so are men in built up muscles
there is no greater humor in men
than to hear him boast his strength.
Like a fiery vengeance
Grasped in open hand
Cuts the loathed foe
Stains your own land
Hate surges like flood
Shatters the weak soul
Spilling the divine blood
Of both sides involved
Anger drives men crazy
Like a tropical storm
Loss are assessed lately
When started to mourn
Forgiveness is not easy
And not for everyone
Don’t wait until query
What have I done?
The harvest
Alone, inside my head
Is my heart truly dead
Does it merely slumber
In a restless sleep
Hoping to be awoken
By a love yet to meet
In a room with no walls
Nowhere to hide
The solitude thrashing
To kill me inside
I want to let go
I want to not care
Just let It take over
My smile a blank stare
So tired of fighting
To save my weak soul
The loneliness winning
I've lost all control
Could someone save me
How could they know
My smile just a smokescreen
So my pain doesn't show
If they could but peer
Deep in my eyes
Perhaps they would hear
My laughs turn to sighs
Would they then stop
To care how I felt
Wrap me in love
To make my heart melt
Awaken you sad fool
That's all just a dream
Loneliness...that
Is the field you must glean
Lying in the dark I see
Another piece or part of me
It's within reach of my small hand
But requires the journey to another land
I think I need it to become more
Not merely a trinket from a trendy, new store
I obey the promptings and get on track
I walk forward, onward- without looking back
Years go by as I find myself
Rotating endlessly from shelf to shelf
I don't stay in one place for long
But each day I learn a bright new song
My heart is as happy as it could be
And I prance and skip about merrily
And lying in the dark that night
Made my weak soul take off in flight
I journeyed to a distant land
So I could hold happiness in my hand
She walks the fragile broken road
Dark and dreary, wet and cold
The type of girl, who's lost all hope
The type of girl, with a delicate soul
Her love is unconditional
Her mind loves the uncomprehendable
Her weak soul, is turning cold
Her life, is easily endable
The type of girl, whose nowhere bound
Waiting for a savior to come around
But their selfish ears can't hear a sound
She's not exactly lost, but nowhere to be found
The selfish beings cannot condone
When she's hysterically crying, all alone
He tries to give a speech
That old man, our leader
Who is it, he is fooling?
This war was over
The minute it had started
Our fate has already been written
But could it be that
Tables can turn?
I must believe so
I began to realize
And somehow understand
I had started to show the other face
That shrinks and hides with terror
And allows your inner demons
To take complete control
Shame on me for letting
The devil take power
Over my weak soul
Freedom but comes
Twice in a lifetime
Victory and self realization
The chains of coward ness
Broke from around me
My dead brothers now come back to life
Could it be that
All the blood shed
Was not shed in vain
The morning comes
The blood boils
And light reflects from blades
We went out there
We erased our fear
And turned careless
It is not the weapons
But it is the men
Those with more valor will return
We marched and marched
To the great plain land
Today we fight!
Live or die
Whatever my fate
I lived amongst pride!
Powerful like magnet,
Pulling bodies into sinful lives
Unnoticed, the days pass,
Triggering unknown lies,
Law and justice,
Never comprehended,
Placing people where they don't belong,
Making the weak soul, face the strong,
Trying to confront our tears,
Trying to fight our deepest fears,
However, the attraction deceives us,
Into the endless torture,
Of a slave by his overseer,
Discrimination, segregating the world,
Like night and day,
Like wrong and right,
Like tomorrow and today,
Suffocation emerging from every breath,
Swimming in our heart, making us torment,
While the tears of agony bleed from our eyes,
Drenching our body with weakness,
Attracted to the wrong,
While searching for the right,
Imprisoned, surrounded by sins,
Living life waiting for something realistic to begin...
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