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Tired
Tried to do things on my own
Guess it was not easy
So within a day or two
I suppose
Love will see us through
How are we to know
What God has in store for us?

It is obvious
Written
and
Spoken
Our token
Our values
Credentials
Over-ridden
to Oblivion
Which turns into Obsidian

Spoken Truth in tongues
and tonage of Urantia
So even though I fall through to Gehenna
I know
I believe
that You will always be there
Because Returning to God is to Live

Connection
Inspiration
Soul-charge

How do you  Charge your Soul
Some say 'Stay grounded,"
I say, "Soar Aloft!"

Who cares if it is with wings of Angel's or Vultures
Differentiation and separation weigh down.
Fly like You must!
Dedicated to my family, whom my Soul misses.
We may live on another land
We may live in another country
But know this
I will always Return
to the Land of the Livong!

Live Long and Prosper guys,
Love,
Annmarie
Poetic T Jul 2018
Opiephait, the Calm, fell from the heavens,
              Never one to be assumed with such
                                                    an honour of his name.
Holding in his dying breath, expelling it upon
himself, a sun exploded momentarily  below.
    Dying proud, a funeral pyre of destruction below.

Now there was but two left, ladies of earth & air.
Pedanth, of Eternal Fire, and true to her standing
     she glassed the earth with tears of sorrow.
And ash crept away, but no release was given.
          For the elven warrior, whispered incantations,
Woven with hues of elemental synergy.
Cinders became formless ones, extensions of her will.

That night the earth wailed, for the wrath of the
          last would make there presence felt.
They won the battle, and to this day
     the shard desert is a reminder of what is possible
            when two minds woven in grief can accomplish.

            There resting place is upon the shattered mountain.
Where within frost glass they stand.
                        For when they are needed,
they will scorch the stars,
                                            to help those in desperation.
Michael King Apr 2018
What comely lass, this elven girl,
a living gem, expensive pearl.
Who clung with manacles to me,
a mighty and a wise old tree.

In forest deep she rang her bell,
and I was lost, in Elvenfell,
a place of wishes, not defeat.
A land of love, a rhythmic beat.

She walked alone, this comely queen.
Her song so loud. Her face serene.
And I, a spirit, shook my boughs,
and droplets fell on her like clouds

so that to her it seemed like rain.
Like spring had come, and summer wained
it's last bright ray. It's final heat.
And she stood there. On softest feet.

Oh lady fair, where from you came?!
I cried,  but fear her heart retained
and almost she fled fast away
but in my roots I begged her stay.

She came to me, her fear assuaged
and touched my bark, my skin so aged
yet her soft touch made me feel young
so to her heart I surely clung.

And so she stayed, my elven maid.
Held to my girth, in love she stayed.
She lived with me. Lived in my core.
She lingered here forever more.

~ Windsinger
Puff May 2015
With one last glance at you
I wander into the beckoning forest
The trees whisper lullabies of tranquil serenity
Leaves kiss my face as I duck under fallen branches
Soft giggles of the streams tickle my ears
Leaping over unearthen rocks and through cavernous cracks
The air is crisp and filled with longing
In the midst of the brambles I find a minute flower
Secured between my small fingers
I swear to protect it with my being
Through the whispering trees and the leafy curtains I return
Strength gathered
Flower in hand  
You were gone

— The End —