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Killing MeBeing with you is killing me.
I am falling in and out of love with you,
time and time again.
Like air in lungs
IN and OUT,
I am sorry.
I just love you every beat of my heart,
and it only beats when I'm with you.
But how can I help it?
If being with you is killing me.
Hear meHey there, can i pass by a hundred times in front of you
at least that way you might notice me that i exist,
but then can i also smile at you?
so you can smile back at me.
Hey hey listen,
I have something to say
your smile makes me happy
your voice makes me sing, sing, sing.
I've been always looking at you from afar
trying to catch your attention
but you're surrounded by many that no matter what I do
I always end up here
looking and dreaming for you.
It's Everything For MeAm I asleep am I awake or somewhere in between.
I cant believe that you are here and lying next to me,
Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined.
Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine.
Truly, madly, deeply I am
Foolishly, completely falling
And somehow you kicked all my walls in.
So baby say you'll always keep me
Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you.
Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed,
And wake you up with all the words that I still haven't said,
And tender touches just to show you how I feel,
Or should I act so cool, like it was no big deal.
Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this,
or put this day back on replay and keep reliving it
Cause here's the tragic truth, if you don't feel the same
My heart would fall apart if someone said your name.
I hope I'm not a casualty.
I hope you wont get up and leave.
Might not mean that much to you,
But to me its everything
The Dirge of EmptinessAs I watch, while the calls are made
Havoc rages without a trace
Bespoken reveries thus fade
Leaving a soul without a face
Our creation was not for hope
Thus did we beseech, to elope?
Alas, alone we soon awoke
The dirge, we heard – silence it broke
Rub'i of A MaidenThe bliss of the wind, that pours by the trees
The ailment of regret, such is what she sees
For her spirit is lost, disenchanted, strayed
From the dream she had known - lost in fantasies
Of Silver, Red, and Blackened SkyStanding straight with blade at ready
Steel, resolve and honor shone as
Bright as ardent, fated fire
Forged by blood and budding kingdom
Kaldan waited by the water
Where the dragon's torrid air burned
Scorching planks and scouring masts
Scattered o'er the glowing harbor
Thick and black, oppressive plumes plunged
Paradox deep into terror
Townsfolk fled in fearful droves that
Filled the night with frightful screaming
Stirring beasts left best to slumber
Bringing forth a roar so mighty
Frenzied light unleashed in her eyes
Lady Rinehart had awakened
Near the knight, the dragon dived in
"Now!" he shouted, blade swung downwards
Twin ballistas loosed their payloads
Launching spears entwined with fine steel
Piercing through the scaly cuirass
Clotheslining the flying wyvern
But - the bolts that held the weapon
Broke and tore and whipped the shoreline
Murder ran all through her thoughts as
Though the woe of others seemed trite
Rinehart told the wailing wives she'd
Wear their errant tongues as tr
Rub'i of MelancholyI who had once wished to the stars, aloft;
And paid from my deeds, for I thought, how oft
Have I dreamt of the days of old; my way -
cold, distant - like woodcraft that has gone soft
Kingdom MineWhen I look to the sky alight in red,
A blaze of gold and crimson flame above
The sails luffed up and jigging taut, I tread
Upon a sea of hope, my one true love.
At once the water breaks beneath the bow,
Like steel through Gordian’s cord; this kingdom mine!
I sail and sail, my freedom now endowed.
Once more, the day will rise on my own time.
Set sail into night- the stars so bright,
A guiding gift of God- afloat tonight.
Captain BeckhurstThey seek me here,
they seek me there,
SkyNavy seek me everywhere.
My thieving soul will be forever cursed,
for I am the dammed elusive,
I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a fearsome reputation,
all quake in fear when they spy my flag,
It's certainly no cause for celebration.
The stories told about my deeds,
to be sure are filled with gore,
to hear them speak you'd think that I,
was rotten to the core.
Apparently I've slit the throats,
of at least a thousand men.
And lets not forget the ships I've wrecked,
time and time again.
By rights I should be swimming,
in all the blood I've shed.
My name a lone is cause,
for unimaginable dread.
Yet here's a little secret,
that might shock you and amaze.
Though I steal and cheat and lie,
and villains sing my praise.
The stories that they tell of me,
are simply all a sham.
Despite my wicked ways,
I've never killed a single man.
Yes I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a cooked up reputation.
The gruesome tales of violent deaths,
are from the ima
A Vikings PoemStand With Your Shield
And Charge Like A Goat
Leave No Survivors
Now Move Off The Boat
We Northsmen Arrive
They Snicker and Jeer
And There Struck Full Of Fear
The Berserkers Move First
They Lead The Charge
The Casualties Large
I Weild My Spear
A Knight In My Face
Tries To End Me
With the Swing Of His Mace
He Misses His Strike
My Spear Finds It Mark
Im Struck In The Head
Everything Goes Dark
I Stand At The Gates
Of Odin's Great Hall
To Warriors Who Fall
And Then In Midguard
I'm Laid On The Pyre
For My Life Is Over
I'm Buried in Fire
The Life Is Not Over
In Asguard I Stay
I'll Be At Ragnarock
That Glorious Day.
My battle cryI wish I could take you back in time, to that day thirteen years ago,
To look through the veil to see the unseen, and the things only angels would know
To see The Lamb of God,
Creator of truth, My Lord and King,
Of all things on earth, and everything,
Knowing and calling me, By MY own name,
With a purchase of Blood through the cross he came,
To take this boy, this puny man,
And gently place him in the maker’s hand,
I know I was broken, But the bounty is paid,
When on Jesus’s body, all our sin had been laid,
On that day I wasn’t like all the rest,
For on that day my stone heart became flesh,
Of all the Love I’ll ever have, with deep affections or even a ring,
This Love for God is truest, for in me it changes everything,
If the changes aren’t coming and your spiritual life grows stale,
And from the cup that should be overflowing, tastes of bitter ale,
One question to you, do you love only what He gives?
Or with all that you are, do you love the God,
De regenboogOoit liep een man naar de regenboog.
Het moest en zou hem lukken!
Want aan de voet van de regenboog, zo zegt men,
Staat een pot vol gouden muntstukken.
Zijn hele leven heeft hij gezocht,
Met gescheurde kleren en open wonden.
Hij vervloekte de zon, hij vervloekte de regen
De pot met goud heeft hij nooit gevonden.
Wie zijn hele leven naar rijkdom zoekt
Omdat hij graag nog meer had gekocht
En al wie hem helpen wil, vervloekt
Zal sterven op een dode tocht.
One Last ChanceHis thought of getting ready for anything,
his thought of getting succeeding.
Abusing the power and knowledge
was the biggest wound to bandage.
The missions that he proclaimed
for him it was easy and game.
Now he imagined to be a king
but imagined to be nothing.
He felt wrong and hurt all the time
and felt losing the happy moments and time.
Watching his failures from the beginning
was full tears that has no ending.
Now he accept all that failures
with all his heart and fame
but some people won't stop laughing
laughing at this same human being.
He tries to climb the mountain filled with his dreams
and tries to put back the life that he seems.
All his failures and pains was gone
but that one last chance was also gone.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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