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Christian Carmona Poem
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
so they say.
Your glory transcends the boundaries of logic,
like if it started to snow in the month of May.
It's what on the inside that matters,
so I've heard.
Your personality has a rhythm of it's own,
like the morning song of a lonely bird.
What goes around comes around,
so I've learnt.
You planted a seed of hope,
in a garden that only sprouted hurt.
There's a soul mate for everyone,
and the two become one.
So I've read.
Destiny is writing a romance about us,
in the blank pages lodged in my head.
In learning to love one must be willing to cry,
So I've been taught.
Only time will tell.
If you are the love I sought.
What a punishment it is to want someone,
who I can't hold.
This circumstance keeps the water running hot,
but I still feel cold.
Every night you leave and my dreams are all I have left,
Longing for you is the joy of my pain,
and so I wept.
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Christian Carmona Poem
In declaring your beauty,
by poems, by stories,and in songs.
I'm running short of words,
that can express precisely where you belong.
My vocabulary is almost empty,
please sound the alarm!
I don't intend to continue using the same words,
I need a dictionary from God.
So I can use it like a good luck charm.
Digging deep into the chambers of my heart,
allows me to breath a sigh.
An inspiration dawns on me,
so let me give it a try.
Messages of love begin to come together and accumulate.
Before I know it a verbiage of celestial feelings begin to formulate.
One phrase pronounces your glamour,
another one dictates your raving.
New words appear, whispered in a secret,
Why hold them back there's no use in saving.
Those eyes, those lips, that elegance with which you stride is so stunning.
I'm fumbling for words all over again.
Wait! I can't move my soul is anchored on you,
while my feet feel like running.
Somehow I pray, this-this-OH no!
I'm lost describing your glory.
I guess I'll just have to be frank.
I love you,
I miss you,
I need you,
Let me leave the rest up to you,
To fill in the blank.
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Christian Carmona Poem
As the grains of sand,
are blown forward in time.
Our love will be uncovered,
to reveal Gods greatest design.
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Christian Carmona Poem
Once upon a time not long ago,
In a dungeon their was a man trapped down below.
He was one of the finest swordsman in all the lands,
Unmatched was the skill that lied in his hands.
His sword was the sharpest of any utensil,
He fought his battle of love by swinging a pencil.
He wore an invisible armor made out of Godly vapor,
His shield were the words he wrote down on paper.
Each poetic line described a fantastic story,
There were rhymes of pain, rhymes of joy, and his greatest worry.
He blended the right mixture of repentance in his technique,
The trumpets sounded to the tune of "I'm sorry", that was all so unique.
Like a warrior who depends on his strength from the unseen,
He was on a quest to recapture the love of his queen.
He would attack the dark caves of an unforgettable romance,
He would wrestle with lions just to hold her hand in a final dance.
There was nothing to stop him on this lovers crusade,
He believed one day she would answer the poems he made.
He would then bow on one knee, to proclaim her as his mistress,
She would come to his rescue, saving a king in distress.
As he waited fervently for her love to return,
The months turned to years as his soul began to yearn.
Faithfully he rode on the horse of hope,
In the meantime the dragon of doubt flew over his mind, telling him nope.
Everyday his sorrow went from tragic to worse,
The magic left his letters,his poems became a lover's curse.
For once in his life, his talent brought him disaster.
She never wrote back and his life ended unhappily ever after.
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Christian Carmona Poem
It may seem strange,
how a leaf grows,
turns brown and dies,
but seasons change.
It may seem strange,
how a caterpillar crawls,
forms a cocoon, ends up a butterfly,
but animals change.
it may seem strange,
how the sky rolls in grey,
grows dark, clouds move out, sun moves in,
blown by the winds of change.
It may seem strange,
how days go to months,
months go to years.
Yesterday is forgotten, tommorrow is unknown,
but time is always in change.
In the middle of all this one thing has remained the same.
Wether it was in the past, present, or that which is to come.
The word of God has yet to change,
the power is there for us to,
renew our minds, our attitudes, and our ways.
People continue to lie, to cheat, and to sin.
What really is strange?
Is how human nature can't seem to change!
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Christian Carmona Poem
Just like it takes the earth,
one year to go around the sun.
It also took me twelve months to realize,
what we had is now done.
Just like each month has its own number,
of weeks.
So has my anguish mounted up,
four and five peaks.
Just like each week has the same number of days,
I add seven more tears,
when I reminisce of your ways.
Just like everyday consist of the same amount,
of time.
Twenty hours I think of you,
The other four are spent to write you a rhyme.
Just like each hour is filled by a torture of minutes,
sixty is not enough apologies,
to cover a pain with no limits.
Just like a minute winds- down with every tick,
and each tock.
My seconds are lived just getting by,
with a heart broken clock.
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Christian Carmona Poem
I built my life around a thousand lies,
each lie came with a thousand cries.
I know in life we all taste but one death,
as the years went by I lost my spiritual breath.
The things I did and the words I said,
is what got me shot with a bullet lodged in my head.
The forces of evil encamp around my soul with there deadly aroma,
for the past ten years I've been hooked to this bed, stuck in a coma.
I use to believe happiness was in my worldly possessions,
but now I have nothing left except these simple confessions.
Even my friends and my family have come to be forsaken,
an atmosphere of depression clouds my mind that has been so mistaken.
Everything in my life has been done in vain,
I can't move!
I can't speak!
I need deliverance from this pain.
If only I could tell someone to read me the Bible,
everyday the answer to my sorrow is only three feet away sitting on the table.
I lay here at night, all of the darkness surrounding me,
Then the Bible lights up for only me to see.
The glow is like a call, yelling to be picked up,
the words in it's pages is the water I need to fill this cup.
The biggest regret I have about my foolish past,
I took God for granted always placing him last.
Now my spirit yearns to learn more of Gods word,
It's to bad my body has been cut from his merciful cord.
How many years must I endure in this calamity?
Someone has to realize my spirit still lives within this physical vanity.
I can hear the voices of those who have no respect for God in there chatter,
Don't you people know it's all about God,
Nothing else matters.
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Christian Carmona Poem
Your love was like a seven course meal,
being served precisely to how I feel.
For appetizers we became friends,
filling our thirst till the very end.
My hunger for love was satisfied when you became my main dish,
every single bite I took was an answer to my wish.
The taste on my lips left by your skin was such a flirt,
then I opened my eyes to see I had the sweetest dessert.
Unfelt emotions raced to everyone of my nerves,
God made me a waiter,
and only you is who I serve.
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Christian Carmona Poem
The midnight silence was broken,
the peace had gone.
My consciesness had been awoken.
Drizzles of water beat against the roofs.
The likeness of a stampede,
roaring a thousand hoofs.
The window had veins of streams running down.
Flashes of light illuminated the town.
In the most darkest of hours,
the moon's light spilled over.
Refreshing was the watch,
for the land was not sober.
Everywhere the drops splashed it had been polluted.
Love and goodness,
justice and mercy,
Had all been dilluted.
The ground shook with every furious thunder,
nothing could hide above,
nothing could hide under.
All forms of filth the waters washed away,
The Earth would live to breath another day.
The storms from heaven are the tears of sins pain.
Bath yourself in repetance,
and be showered by God's cleansing rains.
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Christian Carmona Poem
Tell me something, anything,
I'm all ears.
Give me a lie to believe,
Show me those eyes crying fake tears.
Kiss me with no passionon on your lips,
caress me in your arms,
drive my thoughts down lonely trips.
Go ahead it's okay for you to dance with someone else,
at my expense.
Just keep making your hugs feel so intense.
Cause me to doubt in your love,
night after night.
I dont't care if your wrong,
I don't care if I'm right.
Run your body across mine,
press your skin against me.
Leaving your emotions aside.
Here's my trust,
I place it on yourlap.
You can step on it, crush it, give it a slap.
Take my heart I give it to you,
Take it and do with it,
whatever you want to do.
A relationship like this, What is the use?
The joy of having you back,
outweighs the pain of any abuse.
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