He is an earthly warrior,
strong and bold within his soul.
Yet still a mere mortal,
his body suffers pain.


His battle has not ended,
much blood lost, but pride remains.
More trials still at hand,
sacrifices to face.


Courage will not desert him.
The cold may gnaw him tonight.
Wounds may ceaselessly bleed.
Then all will come to pass.


As dawn touches his sorrow,
night will soon come to an end.
He’ll rise again for war,
for his scars will soon mend.

The sun sets in the East.
Never good bye my friend,
tomorrow we shall see.
The sun will rise again.

A lovely page has turned.
Only the beginning,
never the end my friend.
A new tale is written.

Never farewell my friend.
Not good bye but good day.
I will see you again,
in my heart you will stay.

Borne for the new day,
from the ashes it rises.
Gone is yesterday,
Tomorrow’s promise remains.


A fresh beginning,
as the morning sun seeps in.
Never an ending,
for a broken soul in search.


Gloomy memories,
lay behind and forgotten.
A new start to face.
It spread its wings for heaven!

No silver white cascades,
but a lush of black locks.
Not a porcelain skin.
but a vibrant pink glow.


An ordinary girl,
with a stance of a queen.
Her tender lips a tease,
her hardened heart, cold-ice.


Innocence has been lost,
such loathing for mankind.
To betray her trust.
To leave her  behind.


Love has broken her soul,
yet her destiny speaks.
Love will find her again,
to melt her heart of ice.

You do not see my eyes.
Never can you tell I’m sincere.
Eyes are the windows of the soul,
and you can never tell.

You do not see my smile,
lovely with the mention of you.
Smiles reveal heart secrets.
This you can never taste.

You ask me, is it love?
Never can you savor my lips,
or touch my chest for my heartbeat.
Words, all you’ll ever have.

Is it love? Is it love?
Now I achingly ask myself.
At the right time, at the right place,
I will find the answer.

Why do people die?
My deepest agony.
Once it was natural,
today it’s personal.

Why do people die?
My pain, my sarcasm.
Once my life was perfect,
now it’s a complete wreck.

Why do people die?
Silly question I ask.
We knew all the answer.
Yet I painfully ask.

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Why do people die?
Now feel my spirit break.
Missing her, missing him.
Why do they have to die?

Feel my spirit,
obsessive and fiery.
It’s unrestrained,
even with your cruelty.

I have been blessed,
God inhabits within me.
Shan’t be conquered,
your attack will be futile.

Eternally,
my fire will ceaselessly burn.
Tongues won’t be vile,
for I stay deaf with passion.

©MMV Abad as Phoenix  Montoya @ June 29, 2011
'Let no one hold us down.'