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Tony Luxton Jun 2016
He nodded to me when
I moved my silent lips.

Not our memorial but another's.
Warmth in this cold dark garden of the dead.

How many years ago?
But no apology.
Now this tacit truce.
Nearly as good as a scotch,
when he nodded to me.
I wish you could see my face right now my proudness starting to fade. You feel like beating yourself up and I can't get it through that it's the positive choice you've made.
Written a while back
Once I got so lost that I almost flew.
But that was just the time I spent dancing with you.
Our dance was like a cha-cha but not so flowy or smooth.
It was like screaming at eachother, me telling him which one to choose, but with nicer words and cues.
Trouble was eventually due.
We were only (mentally) damaging eachother.
The only thing I was good for, was agreeing with you.
The only thing you were good for, was telling me things I already knew.
Yes you made me feel special, I can't deny that. I didn't do anything.
I couldn't even sit on your lap.
Oh and then you knew.
Who you were going to choose.
What was I good for?
Nothing but to pursue.
All of it untrue.
A year who made me who I am now.
In the long ago past ancient timeline,
A maritime mirror shined bright like glass.
A Cross reflection above the treeline.
Division between like a deep abyss.

Surface tension broken with just a touch.
Stepping out onto on top of the brine.
Moving Minds;Disturbing Thoughts;Did So Much
Don’t worry Child, You did it All just fine.

Passing beneath, under the overpass,
After walking thru a long dark tunnel,
Finally reaching Critical Mass; Then
Rose up high, airborne in a cloud funnel.

For you and I, He gave his life: He died.
Rising again revived; the Son survived.
I'm unsure if the title should be something else; Suggestions?
Shakespearean Sonnet Form, 10 syllables per line
abab; cdcd; efef; gg
ZainaMusic Mar 2016
Not Again
I will let you
you in
Not Again
I will look you
in those deceiving
eyes
You will
not get to me
I cut that line
a long time ago...

By: ZainaMusic
Emilio Feb 2016
I was in my father's office (clinic)
and there were patients waiting to
be accommodated.
And my father had them waiting
because he
wasn't there for an hour
or I guess..

But the thing is
I just sat there
Waiting for my father
but no one recognized me as his
son
Even so, the idea of it amused me
And suddenly, some of the patients
started to talk
about the artworks...about
the paintings that're hanged on the
walls.
The woman was amazed about my father's work
not knowing
that it was his
The man told her that it is his work
And then, the woman added
that she really liked the paintings
that were posted in front, looking from the outside
and said that it was... really profound
or rather artsy

I didn't want to boast or tell them that those were
my works. I just smiled
a bit and
moved on
There's nothing to be proud of.
DAVID Dec 2015
under the aparent darkness,
the nacar red of your lips
give me ligth.

between the tender and quiet
kisses of fire, you absorved
my darkness

there was no magic, it was
just that, two dark beings
absorving ligth.

a beast with a loewe head,
desolated, tormented, for
his pain.

between the lost and desdain,
and with desire sticked
to his skin.

the ligth in absolut darkness,
years looking that skin of silk,
those lips sweet as honney.

the silky and perfumated lips,
of a beautiful shadow, a lioness
in the dark.

and who will know, only darkness,
about that silk skin, that give ligth,
in a dark nigth.

a loewe, the lost descendant,
looking the way, and to that silk skin,
of honey gold and fire.

a lion lost in shadows, looking that
skin, that as divine grace, or gifth
of friendly gods.

found me, catch and love me
in the shadows, rigth before dawn,
giving life to the blackened heart.


and the flux of life, of strength,
to resist mi strokes, controling
herself tenderly.

never scared of my roarings,
only the beautiful fire, she give me,
with her nacar red lips.

her femmale lips, a beast, beautiful
with her skin of silk, perfumated and
HERMOSA,  A MUSE IN THE SHADOW.

tenderly resisting to the attacks of a
beast, thirsty of her, her ***, her blood, kissing
her skin inch by inch.

the HERMOSA shadow, with silk skin,
and nacar red lips, resist even thou, she
wanted to lay next to this beast

thirsty of her, her body, her etternal legs,
her *** of MUJER HERMOSA,
the beautiful and sweet lioness, that was mine
in absolut darkness..
JE ADORE TU FLEUR DU LIZ, FEMMALE, ADORED, LOVED, MY ANGEL.
brandon nagley Nov 2015
Mankind destroyeth another
Predicted long ago;

Mankind killeth sister and brother
Predicted long ago;

Mankind plundereth the earth
Predicted long ago;

Mankind eliminates the newborn
Stained blood upon church snow;

Mankind terminates with weapon's
Predicted long ago;

Mankind to God they get angry and question
Predicted long ago;

Mankind escapeth with addiction
Predicted long ago;

Truth bringer's sit in prison
Predicted long ago;

Politicians ****** with unlawful invention's
Predicted long ago;

Immoral parading of falsehood
Predicted long ago;

Thugs and dope in the neighborhood's
Predicted long ago;

Earthquake's in diverse places
Predicted long ago;

Mankind changing natural faces
Predicted long ago;

Mankind of their father the devil
Predicted long ago;

Mankind worshipping hell's level
Predicted long ago;

War's and rumour's of war
Predicted long ago;

Syria turning to a ruinous heap
Predicted Isaiah 17:1,
For thou whom don't know.

Murderer's stealeth for keep's
Predicted long ago;

Beast's dressing up as sheep
Predicted long ago;

Hatred from their bellies
They get hired on whom they know.

Dollar bills come to naught
Whilst debt in every abode grows.

Unorthodox affection's
Like bloomed flower's show.

Sign's in the sun and moon
Predicted long ago;

Prophet's telleth truth beyond the tomb
Predicted long ago;

The world is in chaos
Predicted long ago;

Iran joining with Russia
Predicted long ago;

China practicing for war games
Predicted long ago;

Revelation 9:16, nuclear bang,
An Oriental blow;

A false prophet to bring religion's together
Predicted long ago;

With the Antichrist as his helper
Predicted long ago;

Underground shelter's
Where rich men hide their woes.

Whilst some prediction's hath happened already
Predicted long ago;

More art being fulfilled
Predicted long ago;

More to cometh
Predicted long ago;

Soon Christ's light shalt shineth
Predicted long ago;

Every man to bow their feature's
Predicted long ago;

King of king, lord of Lord's
Whom many hath rejected before all they know.

Broken glass in blown out stores
Predicted long ago;

A disappearance of many Christian's(rapture)
Predicted long ago;

World war three
At the step's of thou
And me;

Predicted long ago.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophecy
Lora Lee Nov 2015
And I am a Woman
who so knows herself
my inner power
alive and kicking
more as each
Blessed year
passes by
My light growing
my blood flowing
into the Universe
as it speaks through me
I have strength
that could electrify
a thousand stars
gathered over many years
of my life's battles
and wars
Mine is a quiet sort
Of fortitude
unstoppable with tears
I am my own warrioress
When it comes to my fears
I have my guides
and they know me well
goddesses and angels…
old friends
wielding
magic spells

But nevertheless
I have
A vulnerable side
Underneath the layers
Of protection and pride
an enchanted forest
of moss and green
a sacred space
that only few will see
Inside this inner sanctum
I am as soft as
fine silk
I let down my guard
as emotions flow
like milk

I am an unlikely
desert flower
Who just wants to
open up to you
to be opened
petal by petal
to receive the waters
of your tender care
most vulnerable
with her
stamen exposed
to be cherished
in the cool night air
I am delicate
as tiny spring buds
caught in the
harshest winter
storms
yet who persists
despite the odds
to keep her
cold spots warm

There is a rumor
In the foreign lands.
Some say
(especially in the East)
I have the elixirs
to tame
the most savage
kind of beasts
(Indeed,
Sometimes
as they come for a
sweet, well deserved rest
lay their huge, furry heads
upon my tender breast)

As for you, my Wild One
I think I hold the potion
to the key to your heart
to your beautiful soul….
Yes, poetry in motion
I want to bring it such light
Ignite your embers
To a spark
I could fill you up
So much
You just might not
feel your inner
Dark

But there is something
important to remember
The One who finds my key
Is the one
Who will be crowned
Defender
Of my tender soul
In all its hues
And asymmetry
Oh, Please, my love
Use it wisely
With the most loving
Of discretion
For under the armor
My heart beats raw
Laid bare
To love and passion

Otherwise
My pain will have no end
And I will have to go
Into battle once again

Now
Inside my
sacred cave
I rest
Need to re-charge
For the next
Battle cry
Lift up
Your heart,
To me, my love
Release it
Let it
fly
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