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Miskin Jan 2016
Previously
People live for honor
People die for honor
BUT
Today
honor kneel on the ground
FOR
Promotion
Step
Rise
Every **** things
Just be yourself
Be at peace with yourself
Marge Redelicia Jan 2016
I've heard many jewels and gems
Flow out of your lips but
My favorite one of all those treasures
Is this simple, tiny pearl:
This word

Perspectives

A beautiful word that fell on my listening ears
On one of those countless,
Yet no less precious Friday nights
Huddled together in a small group made up of giants

Though I try
I can't recall what the topic was on that certain evening
But that word stayed with me
like postage stamps on love letters
Because for me,
That word best describes you

Perspectives
I see it in the photographs
you take so carefully
With those crafty fingers
You capture novels
with those simple objects and moments
You are an artist and a story teller

Perspectives
I feel it in your tight embrace
Your arms that are ever open and welcoming
And darling,
I'm beyind happy and thankful
That through the long and wild years
Your arms never became weary
In holding on to me

Perspectives
I see it in your smile:
A constant overflow from your heart
It's engraved on your lips and
No hot and tiring day or cold and dark night
Can ever wear it away
Because
I know well that
Hope Himself has made your heart His home
And He has set to flame galaxies
In your bright and burning eyes

Sarah
This air you breathe
Gets exhaled as some sweet aroma
With the rise and fall of your lungs
I'd be lying to call you unique because
That's a mere understatement
Your very being
Spells "different" differently

As you enter this new year,
This new leg in your journey,
Please do continue to splash
Color on the lives of others
As you dance with the Father
And may your eyes continue to reflect
The beauty of Creation
And the glory of the Creator

Always remember that I am with you
Through hilltops and valleys
And stormy skies and summer days
Together
We can turn this world upside-down
And see it,
Give it
A different
Perspective
a gift to my friend on her 18th birthday
Loveless Dec 2015
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams
No honour remains
The arrow has left
The bow of the goddess
My soul corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment
To find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legends shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The winds sail over the waters surface
Quietly but surely
Fifth part of the poem loveless

Each part have various interpretation
My interpretation

It is your fate
Your dreams and pride are no more
From the Goddess's bow, the fated arrow is released
Revenge has scarred my soul
Agonizing for its end my wish becomes my relief
And my peaceful slumber
Your story shall be told
Like the wind that blows over the secret water surface
Gently and certainly
Not Listed Dec 2015
(Sword)
         This
            is
           the
Sword of Hope.
       Slaying
       all who
       infringe
       &  stand
        against
        peoples
        dreams.
         I  will
         wield
            It.
One morning in India, I learned
what I am remembering now
folding soft brown blankets,
beginning my day.

Taught by example, without any words
as brightly-colored fabric
flew deftly into perfect folds.

However simple our home, we honor it
with our care, to its walls and floors,
to ourselves, the people living within.

We honor it most of all with the words
we choose, with the silence we keep,
defining our lives in each simple moment.

Folding back winter clouds, resplendent
with color moments ago,
a prairie wind clears the sky
honoring this one and only today.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Dawn of Lighten Nov 2015
Truth is the trigger, and it's scent of the pure gun powder.
Guns hired, shots fired, crossed fired, everything hey wired.
Rippling of bullets, Trail of ****** rounds, Tracer rounds, all rebounds.

Faltering skies, Blistering eyes, all those lies, bullets fly!
Like sharp blade, taking turns to trade, those bullets raid.
Smoke in the barrel, those sweet gun carol, music of bangs vector zero.

reigning bullets, covered in red, shots on the head.
Spinning around, dazed and confused, all but train wrecks.
Street lights blur, speaking in slur, losing mind without a cure.

Love with the gun, all came close to none, and ready for the fun.
Squeeze to aim true, and everything blew, all those bullets flew.
Purity in those bullets, truth in the trigger, faith in the gun.

Those bullets in the dark, lighten by the spark, stray bullets embark.
Dripping of red, streaks of red, all those people dead.
Judge not the bullet, not the gun, but the man pulling the trigger!
Play the music in YouTube Bullet by archive and read!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=V6nbFZtxAL4
Say what we mean.
Say what we must.
Honor the poets' code with
every word we write.
May our muses bring us authenticity!
Thank you, Carl Sandburg.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Unreal Society Sep 2015
How come we fight for our country and put our lives on the line, for a corrupt political system and officials that lie.

We fight overseas for our freedom, and we do so with honor. Yet how can we be free, when our government is secretly keeping all of its citizens monitored. Its no secret Americas broke, so its a joke that we still spend, billions of dollars a year on our nations defense.

I guess when your obsession is power, the best direction is war. When were face to face with recession, how can we justifiably spend more.

We stand by our leaders. We expect their actions to  honor there name. Only to be left with corporate corruption, financed for political gain. Now a days the word justice, fails to hold its function. When big business contributions, purchase the people that govern us.

So how do you tell the people, that our debit is so vast. That our currency is becoming worthless, without panicking the mass.

By consistently creating conflicts, that create a flow of cash.
This is how it all works, with the current system in play. The poor go to a war, that the the middle class pays, the people in power see a profit, and the soldiers feel the pain.
Poem By:KLOYAL Est-8-2015
Scott Lipka Sep 2015
The sun has set and darkness calls
Alone I walk down these empty halls
Silent speech on deaf ears falls
Surrounded by high built walls
The thing that shouldn't be has come
His very presence makes us numb
Speechless we're all struck dumb
To his rule we shall all succumb
The fires roar to the sky
Evil in every man's eye
Enemies all they must die
In the bed we made we lie
The waves crush upon the shore
Ever seeking evermore
Always out to settle the score
Never ready for what's in store
The temptation to give in
To every heedless mortal sin
To never loose but always win
To never stop but always begin
The master calls to his slave
Tells him to dig his own grave
Doesn't matter how much he gave
His soul just couldn't be saved
The temptress sings her siren song
Her nights are cold, lonely and long
Only looking for a man strong
But the love she gives is so wrong
The story ends where it began
As darkness rules and covers the land
It comes down to one last man
Will he cower or will he stand
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