johann-mitterhauser - Hello Poetry

My love, transcendent of your infectious grin, your smooth skin or the delightfully surprising strength your hands possess is ongoing, fervent A votive, held with ease, void of vanity, transcendent yet still of conversation, emotional and moral connection. It binds, like a covenant amongst the devout, like the fearful in doubt. It is, omnipotent, virile and as you struck a chord in the hearts of many before, so will you strike me dead 'Though on, I hope, to evade the noose yet still tie a knot with rope.

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC

My Love

My love, transcendent of your infectious grin, your smooth skin or the delightfully surprising strength your hands possess is ongoing, fervent A votive, held with ease, void of vanity, transcendent yet still of conversation, emotional and moral connection. It binds, like a covenant amongst the devout, like the fearful in doubt. It is, omnipotent, virile and as you struck a chord in the hearts of many before, so will you strike me dead 'Though on, I hope, to evade the noose yet still tie a knot with rope.

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When I write a song, how can it truly live if all I do is sing it to the wind. and though the fuchsia of the poui may sway in time, the rigid roots curl up their toes in excitement and the kiskadee and the blue dove too, cease their chirping in reception, My song cannot take its first breath until it touches your heart

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Oct 31, 2012

Oct 31, 2012 at 6:08 PM UTC

My Song

When I write a song, how can it truly live if all I do is sing it to the wind. and though the fuchsia of the poui may sway in time, the rigid roots curl up their toes in excitement and the kiskadee and the blue dove too, cease their chirping in reception, My song cannot take its first breath until it touches your heart

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Worse than the cries of grown men turning me fearful Is the silence of the night Worse than the shrills of executed people Is the calm before the great fight Coming to terms with being confronted by what I cannot face Resigned to the fact, this could very well be my final resting place So with the inevitable engagement close at hand logic would discard panic, to formulate a plan And if I am the one who lay Whenever the smoke might clear Let the one standing tall know Of him, I had no fear

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Sep 10, 2012

Sep 10, 2012 at 2:00 AM UTC

When The Smoke Clears

Worse than the cries of grown men turning me fearful Is the silence of the night Worse than the shrills of executed people Is the calm before the great fight Coming to terms with being confronted by what I cannot face Resigned to the fact, this could very well be my final resting place So with the inevitable engagement close at hand logic would discard panic, to formulate a plan And if I am the one who lay Whenever the smoke might clear Let the one standing tall know Of him, I had no fear

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On the marshy banks of the river temptation I grow shorter, sinking deeper into indulgence I want to dive in **** exposing my true nature but yet, over the fog, across the ripping currents of conformity, I see him. The man I yearn to be and fear stricken for failure I pull at my legs and pull at the vines and shovel at the swallowing mud consuming me deeper into reality, further from the man I see across the torrent. Well postured, with a bright smile, a warm wave and a full head of hair and it is with the image forever branded onto my cortex that I sink in defeat at the seemingly impossible distance between us.

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Jul 3, 2012

Jul 3, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC

Decrescence

On the marshy banks of the river temptation I grow shorter, sinking deeper into indulgence I want to dive in **** exposing my true nature but yet, over the fog, across the ripping currents of conformity, I see him. The man I yearn to be and fear stricken for failure I pull at my legs and pull at the vines and shovel at the swallowing mud consuming me deeper into reality, further from the man I see across the torrent. Well postured, with a bright smile, a warm wave and a full head of hair and it is with the image forever branded onto my cortex that I sink in defeat at the seemingly impossible distance between us.

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You held my hand with love as we strolled down the way Peripherally, i saw wings up above nothing said, but all to say As we strolled down the way frolicking children flourished the air Nothing said, but all to say Engrossed in them as we prepare Frolicking children flourished the air not far from my bed Engrossed in them as we prepare no longer filled with dread Not far from my bed peripherally, i saw wings up above No longer filled with dread You held my hand with love

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Feb 2, 2012

Feb 2, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC

You Held My Hand

You held my hand with love as we strolled down the way Peripherally, i saw wings up above nothing said, but all to say As we strolled down the way frolicking children flourished the air Nothing said, but all to say Engrossed in them as we prepare Frolicking children flourished the air not far from my bed Engrossed in them as we prepare no longer filled with dread Not far from my bed peripherally, i saw wings up above No longer filled with dread You held my hand with love

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I find solace in the melody of the bamboo. Awaiting the chorus of sunlight ripping through the canopy onto the dry leaf strewn clearing caked by the broil of the maker. All the while a few rebels dance in a cyclone adding value in their non-conformity to an almost perfect landscape, a landscape only blemished by tyre tracks, a harsh reminder of the hands of humans in every facet, crevice, orifice, every jar of this earth.

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Jan 16, 2012

Jan 16, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC

Nature Walk

I find solace in the melody of the bamboo. Awaiting the chorus of sunlight ripping through the canopy onto the dry leaf strewn clearing caked by the broil of the maker. All the while a few rebels dance in a cyclone adding value in their non-conformity to an almost perfect landscape, a landscape only blemished by tyre tracks, a harsh reminder of the hands of humans in every facet, crevice, orifice, every jar of this earth.

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Fear not of man for men die Fear not death nor the coming tide Fear not the tide for it is inevitable, nature so embrace it indubitably Fear not doubt for uncertainty breeds panic Fear your ignorance for such is without limit

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Nov 22, 2011

Nov 22, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC

Fear

Fear not of man for men die Fear not death nor the coming tide Fear not the tide for it is inevitable, nature so embrace it indubitably Fear not doubt for uncertainty breeds panic Fear your ignorance for such is without limit

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Men are haunted by the vastness of distance and time and so we ask ourselves, Will our actions echo across eternity? As I dig deep, deep within my soul I come up empty handed The deep abyss has taken its toll All my strength disbanded As I tumble into a free fall Questions loftily rise Will I be reminisced at all, After death closes my eyes? Will my footprints be cast, in cement so they may last? Or in the sands of the seaside to be swept away by the tide? Will what I say, be quoted or become cliché? Or will it be erased from the chronicle like all else that is forgettable? Will statues of precious stone be built in my likeness? Will my endeavours become myths of greatness? Will stars be named in my honour, illuminating the dark forever? Will my actions ripple for light years and millenia?

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Nov 7, 2011

Nov 7, 2011 at 10:16 PM UTC

Footprints

Men are haunted by the vastness of distance and time and so we ask ourselves, Will our actions echo across eternity? As I dig deep, deep within my soul I come up empty handed The deep abyss has taken its toll All my strength disbanded As I tumble into a free fall Questions loftily rise Will I be reminisced at all, After death closes my eyes? Will my footprints be cast, in cement so they may last? Or in the sands of the seaside to be swept away by the tide? Will what I say, be quoted or become cliché? Or will it be erased from the chronicle like all else that is forgettable? Will statues of precious stone be built in my likeness? Will my endeavours become myths of greatness? Will stars be named in my honour, illuminating the dark forever? Will my actions ripple for light years and millenia?

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Join the ranks of victory, pArAde through the streets triumphantly. InHeRent is the thirst for ascendancy. War is Masked fear, hidden below bravery, out over Yonder, few are pleased with their destiny.

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Nov 2, 2011

Nov 2, 2011 at 11:07 PM UTC

Jah Army

Join the ranks of victory, pArAde through the streets triumphantly. InHeRent is the thirst for ascendancy. War is Masked fear, hidden below bravery, out over Yonder, few are pleased with their destiny.

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Friends can turn faster than the tables, Re-creating the truth, giving birth to fables. Irresponsibly blaming others for their evil deeds, Easily bought by the lure of greed. Nursing the wounds of those they've betrayed, Eliminating courage from the hearts of those afraid. Mounting lies on half truths to find alibis, Yearning for a 'friend' to hear their cries.

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Nov 2, 2011

Nov 2, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC

Frienemy

Friends can turn faster than the tables, Re-creating the truth, giving birth to fables. Irresponsibly blaming others for their evil deeds, Easily bought by the lure of greed. Nursing the wounds of those they've betrayed, Eliminating courage from the hearts of those afraid. Mounting lies on half truths to find alibis, Yearning for a 'friend' to hear their cries.

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