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The one created for sabotage
Adored by few
Abhorred by numerous numbers
He treads an eternal sorrow
Which tortures his blighted soul
Scheming against ingenious blueprints
His destiny's been read
By gypsy cherubs
He's learned the path
Trodden by none
His predestination
Answering to this heavy burden
His Father has brought a rebellious notion
No other celestial entity has knowledge
Except for him and his apostles
Agreeing to God's earthly will
To be forever cast into a shadow
Agreeing through pure love
For his Father
And sent to tortuous furnace
Unbeknowst to mortals of seraphic Lucifer's
startling sacrifice
God's grievous banishment of his son
For he only aspired
To become like his Father
Why does it matter
What the little red fox says?
Silence is golden
This haiku is stupid, I know, but that SONG. sweet Buddha someone make it stop.
We cower
Under covers
As if a thin sheet
Might save us
From these
Macabre horrors
Drooling, smiling,
Scuttling,
Red- bellied phantoms
Slither by Whisper in many voices
They drink fear
Revelling in it
Invisible children
With laughter
Turning into hate
Snuffling, shuffling
Coldly touching
Smiling, eyeless
Grasping, gasping
Terror, dark
Chuckling, biting
Surrounding, frozen
Wildly insane
Sliding, tripping
We hide from this monster
Cower
Down
But fail
...it's
inside
us
all...
Pulchritudinous,
silver Moons bury the Sun,
and laugh at the stars
How could you do this?
You cheated on me tonight
How could you not show?

I miss your soft light
A tranquil luminescence
That calms my sad soul

You were always there
A calm, silent companion
A present comfort

I took for granted
Your prescence, beautiful love
And alone, I'm left

In the empty dark
With the all the stars in the sky
But their light is weak

Your nearness I loved
Your great face never laughing
At my tears of woe

Invisible Moon!
You cheated on my tonight
Still, I forgive you
I am intertwined
between laughter and sorrows,
miserable smiles

a tear running down
that my naïve cheeks don't feel;
Ignorance is bliss

Need a legion of
angelic conquistadors
to bear me away

on beds of roses,
allow thorns to pierce my skin
drag haloes in mud

in the remembrance
of a tainted innocence
willingly given

and a heart broken
many unbearable times,
but now its open...
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says
To the Earth,
"You owe me."
Look
What happens
With a love like that.
It lights the
Whole
Sky.
This is by the fourteenth century Sufi poet, Hafiz.

My absolute favorite poem OF ALL TIME. It is so simple and elegant, and quite lovely!!
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