spelz - Hello Poetry

I spoke to her soul whilst I slept, It told me some things... It told me she settled, it told me her dreams It told of regret, it spoke of love lost, How she still had those feelings Oh it spoke like a ghost! the path she’d chosen, not that of ****** mary, but alas tis a burden to know and to parry, that the soul of one man, she continues to carry Surely I couldn’t... you know, continue to love her, So I asked her to leave and return to her lover, I give reverence to my dreams, for I’m a warrior there, But I awake to my silence as I stare at her there...

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Aug 16, 2024

Aug 16, 2024 at 4:10 PM UTC

Sacred heart of the Dreaming fool (Monster)

I spoke to her soul whilst I slept, It told me some things... It told me she settled, it told me her dreams It told of regret, it spoke of love lost, How she still had those feelings Oh it spoke like a ghost! the path she’d chosen, not that of ****** mary, but alas tis a burden to know and to parry, that the soul of one man, she continues to carry Surely I couldn’t... you know, continue to love her, So I asked her to leave and return to her lover, I give reverence to my dreams, for I’m a warrior there, But I awake to my silence as I stare at her there...

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We were embers of danger embedded in plight We threw gender to blenders and begun a new fight We surrendered our splendor to sleep for the night But our nightmares still tendered their souls for The light

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Aug 16, 2024

Aug 16, 2024 at 3:38 PM UTC

Echoes of Valour

We were embers of danger embedded in plight We threw gender to blenders and begun a new fight We surrendered our splendor to sleep for the night But our nightmares still tendered their souls for The light

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It wasn’t that he drank of her that bothered him, But that he drank so deeply. Knowing “Full Well” the glass belonged to another. That he was human and that he fell to a more savage instinct. That night he understood his humanity and it scared him. As she lay in his arms he could feel her savoring the last moments of elation. But there was a distant sadness. It was as though she knew what she’d return to. And that scared her.

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Oct 3, 2021

Oct 3, 2021 at 6:08 PM UTC

A sip of Lust

It wasn’t that he drank of her that bothered him, But that he drank so deeply. Knowing “Full Well” the glass belonged to another. That he was human and that he fell to a more savage instinct. That night he understood his humanity and it scared him. As she lay in his arms he could feel her savoring the last moments of elation. But there was a distant sadness. It was as though she knew what she’d return to. And that scared her.

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...But such is our relationship with destiny. She smiles and offers tales of honor and glory if you are courageous. Immense wealth if you are clever, and stability with peace for hard work and honesty. Should you show love, she may even grant you life in the form of children. Take from her what you will, for eventually she will betray you for death. Every single time... For that is whom she is truly in love with.

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Dec 10, 2020

Dec 10, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC

Mrs Death

...But such is our relationship with destiny. She smiles and offers tales of honor and glory if you are courageous. Immense wealth if you are clever, and stability with peace for hard work and honesty. Should you show love, she may even grant you life in the form of children. Take from her what you will, for eventually she will betray you for death. Every single time... For that is whom she is truly in love with.

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...Yet I still have visions of Death and his father, Disconsolate and privy The tears of his mother His love for her deep but No one should know, For her burden is heavy, And her shoulders are low 6 billion, 7 billion, she rotates all the more... And yet I still have these visions Of death and his father, Furrowing along space without Sister nor brother, Sitting by his feet gaining his wisdom Like fodder The unenviable task, Despised by all, Such a burden to bear Such a levy to toll...

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC

Death and his father

...Yet I still have visions of Death and his father, Disconsolate and privy The tears of his mother His love for her deep but No one should know, For her burden is heavy, And her shoulders are low 6 billion, 7 billion, she rotates all the more... And yet I still have these visions Of death and his father, Furrowing along space without Sister nor brother, Sitting by his feet gaining his wisdom Like fodder The unenviable task, Despised by all, Such a burden to bear Such a levy to toll...

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In the third eye of symmetry Never mind the strings of beauty (words) If the outcome is poetry Artistry So long as man dreams Never mind hymns of danger If you're moving on heroically Such is a poets causality. He knows not the construct of words from ordinary men. They lack structure, rhyme and purpose. They are the ramblings of those who can not see, Those who cannot feel And those... Those he cannot be.

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC

Poets creed

In the third eye of symmetry Never mind the strings of beauty (words) If the outcome is poetry Artistry So long as man dreams Never mind hymns of danger If you're moving on heroically Such is a poets causality. He knows not the construct of words from ordinary men. They lack structure, rhyme and purpose. They are the ramblings of those who can not see, Those who cannot feel And those... Those he cannot be.

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She asked me why my song is so sad and beautiful I told her it's because there's Broken glass on the strings I play But I play anyway...

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Mar 5, 2017

Mar 5, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC

Broken Song