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I surveyed the scene
about me

it was our first camp base
and out tents
were in a field
a guide pointed out

It was raining heavy
and I and this ex-army guy
ran towards our tent
and once there
we clambered inside
and zipped up

They say the rain in Spain
he said
but didn't finish

we could hear the rain
hit the canvas
above our heads

there was little room
in the tent to do much
so we lay on our sleeping bags
our cases unopened
by our sides

I mused on Miriam
and wondered who
she was shacked up with

ex-army spoke about
his time in the army
and his mother's new boyfriend
whom he loathed

and I hoped the rain
would soon stop
so I could get
a beer and burger
with fries from the cafe
in the main building
and find Miriam

but it rained still
and I listened half-heartedly
as Ex-army got on
with his dismal speech

and I wanted Miriam
but she
was far from reach.
"I do not need a thousand souls, I only need one,
which is my master's."
Here is the quote I talked about in my quote hearts. This here is not my quote.
I don't need a thousand hearts,
I only need one,
My lover's.
Inspired by Sebastian Michaelis' quote https://www.google.com/search?q=sebastian+michaelis+quote&client=firefox-b-1-d&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjY6Lbc3fzgAhUGZd8KHT7rDWMQ_AUIDigB&biw=1010&bih=395#imgdii=CoXjpJQnnPTg8M:&imgrc=KAojj4KDb7znuM:
"This is what makes me different from humans... I do not lie."
~ Sebastian Michaelis ~
This is not my quote, I just thought it needed to be posted.
This quote applies to me. I do not lie. You may think I do, but I tend to play with words to make you think different. To make you think the opposite.
"Humans are the true demons of this world."
  ~ Sebastian Michaelis ~
This a quote that I'd thought I'd share.
This is not my quote.
Violets are blue,
Roses are red,
I'm about to slap you upside the head!
This is a funny poem I came up with when I was roleplaying as a certain butler.. *ehem* Black butler fans.. (Sebastian Michaelis) I also roleplay as Ciel... I Made a poem in response for this... To begin Sebastian gave a poem to a maid.... I forgot it, but it was beautiful (Sorry).. The young lord asked him for a poem sarcasticly... Sebastian gave Ciel a poem... (look for it in my profile) And this was Ciel's (my) Responce back.. (and yes I am also the maid Tabbitha.. I'm lonley..) I am going to make a longer version.. if you must know ... Ciel slapped him XD
Fire is red,
ashes are black,
go to hell,
and never come back!
This is a funny poem I came up with when I was roleplaying as a certain butler.. *ehem* Black butler fans.. (Sebastian Michaelis) I also roleplay as Ciel... I Made a poem in response for this... To begin Sebastian gave a poem to a maid.... I forgot it, but it was beautiful (Sorry).. The young lord asked him for a poem sarcasticly... This is the poem Sebastian gave him..
Leland Sep 2017
arrows find rest in pillows of flesh
and pain casts a symphony of loss
– the song sung sweetly,
his word whispered gently in the bark of a tree.
great things have been taken: i’ve given for thee
three gifts of water, pious sacrament
kisses between two damp palms.

devotion breaks soil and holds resolve
and how it loves, and loves, and loves
– pebbles mirror a blanket of stars,
the impenetrable mass of fiery constants
you chew, swallow, receive with haste.
feet sink heavy in the holy mire
breath lies hiding in the roots of a willow.
Red Frost Jul 2016
The world's full of people,
who's beauty reigns outside.
With all the nice gestures,
you won't know what they hide

A prince who once believed,
in happily ever after
is now dying everyday,
for vengeance and ******

Who could have thought,
that behind those looks,
a burning hatred
for traitors cooks

No one ever noticed,
all those emotional scars.
The burden put upon you,
weights more than a thousand cars.

If only they saw.
If only they heard.
The heart of a young boy,
that gradually broke.

If your only strength,
they hadn't taken,
that cereal guy might be,
an angel from heaven.
PJ Poesy Jan 2016
Lucinta slams fist against her breast
Cerberus three-headed dog howls
In unison screams, either side of dream
“Take his body from this place!”
Christians march sewers of Rome
Mauritanian archer recognizes his face
 
Sebastian’s body is resumed
And buried at the feet
Of Peter and Paul, ground so hallowed
Irene and maidens weep
Her herbs, tincture not swallowed
This time it is for keeps
 
Diocles murdered twice
This Patron Saint of Athletes
Piercing arrows, which were undone
By Irene’s tender grace, now replaced
With blows of clubs by Emperor
Of a Rome which begins to waste
 
He saw it coming, plague of plagues
And knew the Christ was Risen
He ****** all from Milan to Gaul
And Christians were so imprisoned
And each convinced another man
Of this immaculate and pristine vision
 
So on it goes unto this day
Athletes wear insignia on silver medal
And delivery to us a new plague
While good veiled Italian women do peddle
The famous artists nouvelle vague
Will this martyrdom ever not settle?
 
Sebastian as Sadomasochist
Will you hear devotee’s prayer?
Or must I continue to pierce myself
With points from here to there?
End thine madness thyself
And show this world your care
Written some years back, this one holds a lot of personal meaning. I wanted to post it today, as it is the Feast Day of Saint Sebastian. There are many tales of his martyrdom, this includes my own stigmata.
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