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A word put there
Who enters in where?
Anticipation by surprise
The beauty of a sunrise
The mind captivated like an enterprise
But through it all, a turning point in realize
The vision of one’s talent
The wonder of one’s accomplishment
It becomes the establishment of an idea
A concept that will preserver
Words full of enchantment
Into the eyes of familiar words
Also a poet in saying “By the way”
These are my true unspoken words in which I say
It brings encouragement in being committed day by day
Explanations being heard
I wrote but didn’t speak
I heard but refused to listen
My smile was something not of the other
There was no image sharing with another
I looked beyond the person
My wildest dreams I haven’t seem
However I know I must be truthful and come clean
As a Poet I must stand up for who I am
My legacy is whom I am about
A poet to say it is ok
You are the breeze within personal touch, and you are in the merit that says much, however move your hand into write then later your pause will be a delight and your soul being polite.
Walking down the shores on nigh,
Hand in hand,
Side by side,
The waves that quietly lull the sea,
I walk with you and you with me...

We walk in silence with the song of the
sun,
Sets as we sing to the sand almost done,
And let our cares wash away on the
tide...

One last time we lay down here,
Again so far and yet finally this near,
I stroke your cheek as a tear falls free,
And kiss your lips as the stranger I be...

One last time i hold your gaze,
I drown in your eyes as I slide away,
Into the wake so far so fast,
One last time one last...
 Jan 2015 Adrian Betz
Erica
Shivering in the cold air
She witnessed her own breath
Torn clothes, feet bare
Oh how she wished for just a tiny flare

The bleak winds swept so unkind
White clouds hid the sun behind
The snow was cold –her skin it pierced
Nature itself seemed to have her cursed

Her stomach churned
For food it yearned
Throat burnt with thirst
Life was at worst

A sign for life she wanted to see
A human soul to hear her plea
But all she had gotten
Was winter chill and being forgotten

And now the storm is too strong to face
So she falls gladly into Winter's embrace
Winter is not just Christmas,
it's also cold
and so is life.
Red
A haze
Hanging on your words
A daze
Lost yourself in anger

Glass heart
A satisfying clatter
Glass house, all falling apart

Lick the blood
Off your lips
The crimson color drips
The shameless color floods
Wines of melancholy
Thorns of ignorance burrow deep
Within the pounding heart
That bird should shriek at wind
To lift and carry higher under-wing

Smelling sleeping flowers
And wandering in a haze
Closes dreams to reality
That gold can grant a life
To steal it back in greed

Turning life on death
Wishing graves to rot
Or mothers to caress
That moment brother murders brother
To end his life as well
A deadly heart
That opens to the sky
Beckoning with art
Vile beneath what our eyes
Have chosen to see

A deadly heart
That clamps with the moon
And rips us apart

A deadly heart
That cries with the rain
For a day
Without pain

My heart was taken by death
And made evil
To steal up your breath
 Jan 2015 Adrian Betz
Naomie
Every time I sleep in bed
I see the monsters in my head
Ghouls and ghosts chase me about
While I think of mournful  doubts

I scream and scream until my Mother hears
All about my terrifying  fears
Giants threaten to eat me whole
While vampires threaten to steal my soul

I'm drowning in moonshine
The alcoholic drink
Demons waiting for me to to sink
Maybe for once to have a decent meal

Wolves strip my bones clean
Then I remember
It's just a dream
Something I had written earlier in 2014
 Jan 2015 Adrian Betz
Dark Jewel
I wish this life was simple,
Not to complex.
As a puzzle.

It's so **** frustrating,
Why do I have to piece it together?
Get yelled at,
Get lectured.

As I age,
I only feel...
Caged..
Like an animal.
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When the time has returned
Hearts can't go out from you
Lost love seems to be a footprint
Decayed stone is a sign of thy

The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet

Spots at matches
Someone calls the untimely
I See
You see
Everything becoming change

Slow
Quick change
You and me
The Trees
The Hills
The River
All

Your restless mind
Grew cold
Even fastest cyclone
Became cool

Leaves fallen
Grew again
Spring came
And moved away

She came
She sang
Again she went away
Never hold back
Just left this footprint

The last laugh
The flute
Putting forward the images of the day
Today it has grown a big miss for the poet
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Footprint, Today it has grown big miss for the poet
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