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Greatest eagle, black and white,
Tell me how to reach the skies—
Wander with wind into the night,
Are you lost like me when you fly?
I see you marking the flaming sun
And want to follow your windy path,
Rising after moon, majestic one—
What trials of life in your aftermath?
My Master Takes Hold
Into the woods my Master takes hold  
His word's are so dark and bold  
His world cut deep within my soul
Into the woods my Master came to  
Play his game on his new slaves  
shames and guilt he put in their heart  
And upon their minds and truth of light
will never be found their light has gone
Out like a candle with out a fire  
Dark Angel cried out the secret is death  
A death you will never get to see  
Death is the teacher of light of what is right
Death is a place you go to rest  
But you will never get that from me  
Dark Angel they cry out is a death like moan  
Of a pain that will never stop but only cut
deeper and deeper that will make them
lose their mind's  
into the woods my Master takes hold of me  
To give me his pleasurable pain  
that cuts like an razor  .

Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Darken Dreams
The ******* leaves,
Rustling outside,
The skip along the gravel
Making it scuffle
Like footsteps,
Your footsteps,
Teasing me.

Each time the noise
Falls upon my ear
My heart instantaneously
Beats, pounds
In my throat,
Suppressing the
growing lump which I've been
Trying to swallow for hours.

I don't know when you'll be back,
Or if you'll be back at all,
Your body will
But your heart seems to be elsewhere.
I can't deal with fights but I suppose who can? Some of us make it look so easy though...
 Sep 2016 Ellie Sora
Pagan Paul
Take a peek inside his poems
if you really want to know him.
He hides himself deep, immersed
a tiny piece in every verse.

Take a peek and take your time
savour the moment of every line.
Relish the thought of what lies there
and appreciate his soul laid bare.

© Pagan Paul (31/08/16)
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Saint = Stain
Scared = Sacred
Dear = Dare = Read
Life = File
War = Raw
Hate = Heat
Hatred = Red Hat = Thread
Leap = Plea
Last = Salt
Evil = Levi = Live = Vile = Veil
Ear = Are = Era
Lust = ****
Eat = Tea = Ate
Earth = Heart = Retha
Door = Odor
Dog = God
Sword = Words
Arts = Star = Rats
Art = Rat = Tar
Snake = Sneak
Arm = Ram
Neo = One
Low = Owl
Psalm = palms
Slow = owls = lows
Robe = Orbe = Bore
Baby = Abby
On = No
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
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Oh my love...
Oh my sweet, sacred heart...
Come here
Find your rest
Find a peace in Me you have never felt before...
For you are Mine
My Sinner, My Blood has conquered all you fear
You are Mine
You are broken
Weak
And the wings you are trying to fly with
Have been bashed and broken by this harsh world that carves their heartache into your pure heart
My Love
Listen to Me
I have the answers you seek
My Blood is the Saviour you need...
For I am The Prince of Peace
And you will find that insatiable desire in My Word
My Blood
Covers you, my soldier
You are My Warrior
And I need you to fight for Me
As I did for you...
As I bore myself bare for you
On that Cross...
I am your Saviour
Fight for Me in your Land.
 Sep 2016 Ellie Sora
Tommy Le
Solid thoughts float his mind.
Inside he trembles;
remembers whats left behind.
What he hates, he resembles.
What he wants, he can not find.

The long journeys eat away.
His skin is cracking.
No place to go or stay.
Body like a statue trying
to find something to say.

He can try to speak
and words flow.
But what came was a leak,
words not right to show,
words they did not seek.

He wants to cry,
But there are no tears.
One eternity to say goodbye,
and he gives into his fears.
He wishes that he could die.
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