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Svode Nov 2017
I hate those people,
who ponder every moment in their life.
Injuries don't hurt them when from the knife
People who struggle to break free from strife.

I hate those people,
who search for their own origin.
The meanings of loss, and of win.
People who stray from their kin.

What are we, but figures of skin?
What are we, but souls of sin?
What are we, what have we been?
What story is there behind a grin?

The stories of men are what I seek.
Behind each face, the messages speak.
Of people turned depressed and morally weak,
and of experiences which leave men bleak.
Druzzayne Rika Nov 2017

Everything I do,
Everything I change
I try
so many different things
as the day begins,
all my efforts go down
as sun sets.
I lose interest
and feel so much dismay,
the boredom
the worthlessness.
Internally I get the feeling of unexplained grief
it doesn't go away
I do not know the origin of this feeling
but it slowly feasts on me
consumes me
and I lose this game everyday.

guardian of the lucid heart
bequeaths her soul to Lucifer
in exchange for life of the Sun
to remain
savage is the shadow world
where deals are made for our very lives
in darkness whilst we sleep
and should the balance tip in favor
of greed and indifference
towards the mother of all that is light
then her soul shall have been vanquished
for naught
we are the last semblance of humanity
capable of this salvation
all life, all spirit, all vestiges of our species
shall be scattered to the winds of time
our origin lost forever
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

The First Man was born of a Dragon,

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Someday all men will be consumed by him,

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Ate, at the table of their many gods....

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

I saw a Dragon once, -rotting as flesh,

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Have you ever seen the Man called Dragon?

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!

Eating at his tabernacle in peripeteia of vice?

Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!
Way-**-o, Way-**-o, Way-**-o, I HUNGER!*

And He that sat upon him was Death...
and she that sat upon them was death...
David Cunha Jun 2017
Forget what they ALL say
Forget origin common sense and mood and fashion,
Forget the human in you and unleash your unique inner species,
Light your heart with electricity from the skies
                                       wetness from the rain
                                        rough grains from the land
                                        And BE!

Just be, become endless,
Free!
Enjoy the sunlight and forget the smoke
They got thrown in your eyes.
Julie Grenness Feb 2017
Let's unite in our origin story,
From way back when in history,
It's all for humans, but not obligatory,
The spirit behind all faiths, you see,
It's up to you what you believe,
Our psyches touched by grace, prithee,
None of us are one trick ponies,
All to do with our origin story......
Feedback welcome.
Mio Seanachaidh Jan 2017
It takes more strength to make peace than war
A saying that originated from the Native American/American Indian
Arcassin B Dec 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

To find a perfect love in someone else's arms
And finding the courage to intrude,
Don't fall into a thorn bush , the sharpness of
It all might get into you,
Bleed the blood of a man who wants to know where the beauty originated and confirm the most vital information to finding bliss in these woods,
Not enough love in the world to help a sick
Person,
Or a cancer patient,
Or a dying family member,
The rose dies in the end anyway,
There's no use for the sad songs or pianos that play almost frequently when there's something bad happening,
It feeds on the eternal struggle,

don't get a cut.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/12/roses-thorn.html
Alienpoet Sep 2016
She was the dream that never ended
Her garden was always well tended
Technicolor flowers and trees
Birds and bees.
But in the distance the shadowman danced
when the sun set in the sky
He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild
Their child together
A link they couldn’t sever
For they were divorced and divided
The shadows grew when the moonchild rose
The shadowman had the night, she had the day
But the shadowman kept the child from her
if the child chose it would be midnight forever
and the shadowman was manipulative and clever
His son he always spoilt with many gifts
but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother
He will never hurt her or any other.
But sometimes on an eclipse
the moonchild steals the suns light
and his father and mother fight
But he always gives it back.
because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild
and he has to let it go
So the sun will again glow.
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