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Call it magic if you may the sun, the moon’s pray Constantly chasing each other day after night, night after day Such a perfect contradiction they make Putting together the right ingredients to complement each coloured ray When one were to fall the other would silently rise, filling its place With every small step they take, synchronicity follows without ever missing a beat So on they move Completely balanced, without anybody taking the lead In the beauty they unfold upon us this has to be one of the most wondrous spectacles if you ask me Words are unable to measure by any means their lightning show how they glow with a radiance that highlights their power and control Or how they never let each other down Or stand in each other’s sway No envy I feel nor does appreciate is able to say The truths about their nature, always ready to unveil hidden in every passage lay the constant sacrifices they have made The forces that pulls each other so close the same it pushes away, too If one steps out of place, all falls out of space and will be let loose With lightyears of travelling they unified their bond but are still bound to live in separation I admire you, from a far An admiration so magnificent it cannot be free One of the most magical things enabling us to see Right on time as ever so soon The dance between the sun and the moon. — - —
a mere spectator
An old man sat with patience On the bench he waited for her He smiled sweetly on her appearance Hand in hand they walked together. In the garden full of greens The lovebirds chatted with laughter As if they were in movie scenes The way they looked at each other. He ****** her hair gently Her hair clip he'd bought years ago Still intact she placed it neatly That is the little pink flamingo. Pleasant breeze they enjoyed As they continued walking Her fragile nature shivered In her thin floral dress clothing. He took off his outer layer shirt Naturally putting it on her shoulders She joked about wearing a skirt He thought she was full of wonders. He recalled her bravery She reminisced his sacrifices They've come far in life's journey Counting their little happiness. As I watched from a distance I felt a pinch of sweet jealousy Witnessing true love's existence Yet wishing them to stay as lovely.
On a misty city morning
Still resolved to early rising I came upon a heap of corpses They were child sacrifices Made to satisfy the fancy Of Christian Capitalist and Pagan And a jolly old fat man Who lives at the North Pole They might have been Growing tall In a field or on a hill Drinking sunlight Breathing love songs In answer to caress of wind But the silent pines Didn't seem to mind Their broken bodies one last gift Filling my chest with fragrant air And longings For fields and hills On a misty city morning
at the break of the dawn
the dusk dawned, *****, overshadowed, and devoured the golden splendour of the morning. trees of darkness appear from the silhouettes of the sky, skedaddling beyond the eyes, destroying the visage of the holy sun and the dawn breaks through with the offering of a thousand sacrifices consuming the deep darkness, rolling sapphires into emerald with the light of a gold-diamond.
Over time they will look back on you,
The one who rose with morning drew Cared for everything, and have so few, Lastly, they will take up on your cue, When your words become the last adieu, And people you encouraged start life anew. Lately, they will think back on you, The hardworking and patient mule, For you our thanks overdue, For your sacrifices, we never knew.
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At night you fall to your knees
You beg for my worn out and stained forgiveness You smother me with kisses and a spider suspends her body above my head Black and long and attentive A pen punctures a hole in my bag and ink bleeds all over my quilt and carpet Blotches of dark blue distract me from the heat escaping your mouth You whisper I love you as if trying to convince yourself that you do The sky is foggy and the full moon lingers like a ghost She is full and radiant and all-knowing The spider and the moon humm me to sleep You grasp desperately for me I turn to dust It’s at night when I rub the forgiveness out of my tear ducts No more sacrifices
let's pray you can't call an angel like you summon a demon choose your side wisely there's always a bargain he likes gold coins broken souls did ever come to believe you had a guardian angel? They wouldn't care for such a filthy being It's mean how emerald leaves turn into gold today answers will be whispered inside a ring of fire