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I Won'T Complain.

I am strong,
and I won't complain.
The light may shine,
blinding my eyes,
but no I won't complain.
Eternity and destiny,
are my right and left,
so no, I won't complain.
Till my last breath,
of paining vain,
I won't complain .
Why? 
Why won't I complain?
Agonize till unbearable,
and still,
why won't I complain?
Simplicity,
lies in the answer,
I won't complain,
I feel gratitude,
to what happens...
I feel special...
I feel unique...
That things, only happen to me.
as my heart is a home for God.
Blessings are my gift,
so why should I complain?

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My Fantastic World.

The ripples in the blue waters
shines upon the sea,
in a fantastic world that only belongs to me.
My beautiful trees
screaming their green
out to the world
where my good men have been.
My stars sparkle 
in my new moon's twilight
breaking my dawn,
did my eclipse tight.
No violence no rath,
this is my world
this is my path
where perfection shelters
in sweeting peace,
all in my fantastic world,
which only belongs to me.

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Love Is Emotion

A world without love,
is a world without passion.
'tis a world cold and emotionless
I for one, 
am subjected to a full heart,
the one which can pulse through
pain, anxiety, joy and happiness.
The heart which defines the soul.
I am,
to whoever that may speculate,
in my world of love,
brimming with passion,
and emotion.

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Hell Shall Be Forever Existent

Where the devils prevail ungraciously,
And where the fire blazes unceremoniously,
Hell shall be forever existent. 

Where anger highlights imperfection, 
And where imperfection be only anger, 
Hell shall be forever existent.

Where sight be lensed falsely, 
And where perception be dawned with jealousy,
Hell shall he forever existent. 

Where all beauty is all ugly, 
And where all ugly is viewed as beauty, 
Hell shall be forever existent. 

Where the shadows replace souls, 
And where souls pose hollow,
Hell shall be forever existent.

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The Sea of Sorrow

A deep dark grief,
stolen your loved, that hateful thief.

Away from here that soul did depart,
away from us, away from the heart.

That feeling of barren and cold,
when a loss be there, truth be told.

A lifetime to live, does it take,
a second to die, yor breath will break

No count, on what will be,
the next minute is planned by thee

No words, of what to explain,
that numbness, of that sad pain.

Undefined it so is, of are every breath
at the end, is only death.

A deep dark grief,
stolen your loved, that hateful thief.

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Mother's Not At Fault.

She birthed him when he was young, 
gave him a name to love.
Brought him up, with love and care, 
and loads of hugs to share.

She taught him manners, 
his values and ethics,
along with culture and tradition,
the last to fill her ambition.

She gave him his freedom, 
his first taste of independance, 
With all the trust she dare
in all that her little heart can bear.

But...

He stole,
he lied.
She yelled,
she cried.
He killed,
he robbed.
She hurt,
she sobbed.

Now...

He spoke,
with his held down.
Through bars,
between him and his mother.

"Mother, why do you hate me?
     this is all your fault. Now look at me."

"Son, I tried, but you failed me and yourself.
      I am Ashamed now to even look at you"

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Deserving Fruit.

Hate it when some one says
"You are Wrong."
Hate it when some one says
"Check your-self"
Hate it when someone says 
something right at my dignity.
My Pride is My pride.
My self-respect overrules you all.
Then up in hell,
Lost to answer his question,
Why did You not admit you were wrong,
when they kept saying check yourself.
If Never learned the lesson of life,
Being Humble and having humility
Never learned anything at all,
Only learned hell.
Your fruit is then your choice.

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Destination and Route

Its hardly ever about whats at the end, 
It's the journey that really counts.
No, I'm not worried about the finishing, 
for what I care about are the colors I use in my painting,
and the way i curve my brush, over my canvas.
I worry more about my now, 
then i ever will the time i die,
for i have too much to think about, 
and to little time to cry.
It may be long, but the end isn't far,
if i set my mind,
then what is only left, 
is to reach out my aching hand. 
I need to stay grounded, 
along the fence of my possibilities,
and be strong and true to where i stand,
and only then, 
will the door unlock itself,
and show me, the fruit of my effort.
It's what I give in, and how i much i do,
making the difference.
It's not the dreams, and fantasies,
lingering aimless in my head,
that will make the change,
that i strive for.
I know,
that in the distance of time,
is the route and the path that i choose,
that will get me to my ultimate desitination;
a place, where i have no more and nothing to lose.

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An Aristocrat Wedding

A sacred day,
A sacred way,
Of coupling together.

The queen sent her crier,
"Inform the crowd,
Of a wedding in town,
My prince is in love,
I couldn't be more proud!"
Said her majesty.

Set down away the crier left,
In hopes of passing
That joyful message.
He reached the town
And began his chant;

“Hear me hear me,
A royal message
Comes you way,
Listen carefully,
It’s from far far away!

Decorate your town,
Love birds come your way
As wedding bells will soon ring away

The royal prince is in love,
With his beloved,
They will ride this path,
He fulfilled his covet
Of being the new soon king.

A wedding is here now
As all are invited,
Bring your family
Bring your friends
It’s a celebration
With no bends

The castle is far by
Invitations will be sent
The occasion is here
Every one is invited!!"

And with that,
He got on his horse,
After his course,
Going back to the palace.

"Good day!"
He said wishing the queen
"Duties have been done
And now it's time for fun"
He finished.

"Indeed crier,
My desires have come alive
It’s an aristocrat wedding
It has to be unique
It an aristocrat wedding
It has to be of speak
Everyone should have it on their lips,
Because its and aristocrat wedding!!!

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Superbia.

This poem is no way intended for me, it is only focused on a typical egoistic human nature 
and personality.


Im not ashamed, 
for I have nothing to be shameful of.
Im different and special, 
as my few flaws,
are mere imperfections.

No, Im not perfect.
though im reaching perfection.
My head is always held high, 
and I have no reason, to feel shy.

I must be praised, 
and i must be famed, 
I should be put in a Museum, 
for everyone to marvel, 
at my beauty. 

I am a shining star, 
amongst all the dim, 
My intellegince, 
is of no competition.
My talent has no rim.

Everyone wishes they were me, 
because I was born to be envied.