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Every wasted love
Is a piece of humanity
Blown in the wind
Every broken heart
A never healing scar
Build from regret
Yet love if living
And a will to risk
Stepping into the gaping void.
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I feel your warm hands on me
An intense touch cold and lifeless
Your eyes say what should be
Our hearts united in perfect oneness
But the light’s slowly cleared the shadow
And my reality’s a lie so hollow
I’ve heard the sound of your voice
Heard waves crash the dry shore
The will of your command has no choice
And I must therefore follow a paid whore
But the light’s slowly cleared the shadow
And my reality’s a lie so hollow
The silent world shares my loneliness
They quietly nod in understanding too
My solitude rings like a piece of holiness
No one dares to see a fault or two
Yet, the light’s already cleared the shadow
And my reality’s just another lie so hollow.
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ANGEL OF MY HEART
Angel of my heart
Warm as the hearth
The truth I voice
For I lack a choice
If thy love be a dream
Then my sleep be eternity
For sweet is its theme
Creamed by a hand of piety.
Copyright © Adzemye Moye | Year Posted 2010
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THE HUMAN MIND
God made it a site
Where innocence could reside
In a home so pure
Its void made a cure
But knowledge found its way
Like a thief at fall of day
And sowed his dark seed
Corruption his only deed.
Copyright © Adzemye Moye | Year Posted 2010
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THE PSYCHOTIC ENEMY
The hourglass is the enemy
The psychotic killer worm
That slowly takes our energy
And bring a cold in drum
The hourglass is the enemy
The merciless ever present mirror
That reflects with such energy
An image of total horror
It makes us wonder and wish
We could be children again
And see the world pretty and rich
A beauty only a child can gain.
Copyright © Adzemye Moye | Year Posted 2010
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my friend
death is my friend
though he is called a fiend
he hold me close
every night my eyes close
and layers my soul
with his message so old
and tells me calm
my destiny and to be calm
Copyright © Adzemye Moye | Year Posted 2010
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BURRY ME
Burry me with a bottle of gin
Carry my heart in its heat
My breath a mist so thin
Perfumed by its unholy deed
Burry me in a pack of wood
Let it burn and loosen
Its heat my soul’s hood
Its pain a learnt lesson
So when my sentence be pronounce
To languish in eternal fire
Its heat a ceaseless eternal rouse
My soul will bow with desire.
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CAGED
The leaves of the willow slowly fall
Then the snow in a heavy ball
Then the roses blossom in the field
And the rain drops drizzle and yield
But I rest enraptured in my cage
The battles of the seasons I don’t wage
Yet once I was a free spirit
Roaming over hills and vales in wit
Till I saw a goddess of love
She took me to her warm cove
And slowly my wings she plucked
And slowly my freedom she plugged
And fed me a praising song
And I praised her all day long
And still I sit in my cage
Sorrow and hurt I don’t engage
For tons of merry I know to gain
At every time my freedom’s slain
For my guardian though a goddess
Is a perfect and dutiful hostess
And I’m bound without pity
To sing to her for eternity
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NATIVITY
At a warm nativity
Is written a cold mortality
And in solitary wait the reaper
To harvest as he wish and gather
At the very warm cradle
Already the mourners trouble
Their faces an actor’s mask
To hold their hypocritical task
And above in heavenly nest
In full and total earnest
The lord already selects his seed
To cast away according to deed.
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HER TRAIL
I followed her foot trail
I followed her ghost tail
Through the dark misty hill
In a cold winter night
Where her mystery waits still
In the black hands of night
I took her cold ghostly hand
Soft like the slippery quicksand
And slowly lead her to a place
Where a light can shine on her face
Where a whispery tundra wind
Could softly whisper and sing
To serve us a quiet dance
Only the winter moon can glance
So softly I whispered my thought
Soothing words to fill a trough
Hoping to calm her beating heart
To open me a path in her heart
Where I can gleam a trail
Of beauty in its detail
And I wished she take me adrift
Even if in some galely mist
Where something forbidden lie
Where my eyes can fully pry
Into this conception of yearning
This ultimate hope of earning
But I kissed her ghostly face
My heart lost in a place
And the whispery tundra night
Brought a wind in flight
And her face in it erased
And in loneliness my heart encased.
Copyright © Adzemye Moye | Year Posted 2010
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