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"badassery" poems
As with power of light and darkness i ride,through cosmos i glide Divine poetry Devilry MostHeavenly Illusion of time shatters,starfire scatters,blood of heaven splatters Left hand of God is my name Eating his wings is my game,to make me his bane thane of heaven,tool no bell for me,for fell your heaven in the cosmic 7 666 or 999 to from chaos to eternity Lament of innocence sang for a devil profound in god Requiem thy starlight gaze upon the spectral hellsight witness destruction and creation from 1 cause and effect Omniscience Omnimastery Enchanted Badassery Starlight! in this night most long,for light is wrong Starlight!be evils fright and my right on good and darkness Starlight!Poetical poem for your ascension moment in this unholly Light and Darkness Interveniton Secret of the universe,fire shall bleed,darkness will bleed light and let light bleed darkness Cut god open so light and darkness bleed,on his blood i feed. Grant power to the game of the foolish winer for light and darkness power of illusion are beyond the stars beyond every universe,astral plane,dimension,and existence lies the future and destiny of my soul for it is in this moment as i speak my awakening will come 2013-2021/2023 2021 a castle is visible from all sides of the earth in the sky,no one knows whome stands before it. (in this universe doomsday comes in another castle) -AlucarD
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
Enchanted Light and Darkness
We are soldiers of love-- all Generals in The Army of Party. We are militants of truth, harbingers of peace. We shoot with our smiles-- spraying warm words that feel like ****** knowledge bombs staining your heart & brain. We don't leave craters & burn marks. We're creators of learning from the heart-- seeing with the mind. We don't believe in hate or love-- just vibrating to a frequency of one conscious thought. We don't judge what's right or wrong-- we sing the songs of common sense. We bring the gift of shifting attitudes just by listening to you. We will always live on despite dying everyday. We see time not as a line, but a rotating sphere. We don't fight, just accept, adapt & be.
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
We are a Twisty Web of Badassery
She is unfinished stories and dog-eared adventure books. She is adorned with string lights and stray cat toys, an overflowing junk drawer and a perfectly loud laugh. She is kind brown eyes and witty comments. She is first. He is pastel tears and bird feathers. He is Twenty One Pilots' lyrics and faded polaroids. He speaks in hushed tones and drinks mint tea. He will hold and let himself be held. He is empathy. She is firey spirit and winged eyeliner. Glitter and badassery. She is scarred and beautiful. She protects and yells. Cries and laughs. She is ***** jokes and black clothes. She is who I am too timid to be. He is a lone flame and endless darkness all at once. He is a sharp blade and subdued smile. Strong coffee, pop-tarts, and ripped jeans. Tae kwon do and boy scouts. He is too often forgotten. She is buck teeth and Greatest Showman lyrics. Stubbornness and freckles. Conceals her self-consciousness with mock confidence. Funny faces and the best dance moves. She hides my things and steals my clothes. She stirs up trouble in the best way. He is soft smiles and lego armies. He loves cats and make-believe (though video games are his first love). Creates pillow forts and mysteries, art and movie magic. He wears glowstick necklaces and no shirt proudly, as he should. He loves my heart. She is willow trees and afternoon tea. Gentle rain and improv games. Quirky and polite, she is decorated with her gap-toothed smile and childish style. She hands out stickers and strums her ukelele with affection. She inspires me. He. Oh God, he. He is summer skies and skateboards. Braces and freckles. He is a shell-collector and songwriter. He loves the stage. Compassion and hand-holding, cheek kisses and free smiles. He is devotion. They hold me, and I hold them. We cry, we laugh, we hate. We sing and we dance, we talk about our dreams. We depend on each other. We love one another. Many would not be here without me. And I couldn't be here without them.
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
love.
She is unfinished stories and dog-eared adventure books. She is adorned with string lights and stray cat toys, an overflowing junk drawer and a perfectly loud laugh. She is kind brown eyes and witty comments. She is first. He is pastel tears and bird feathers. He is Twenty One Pilots' lyrics and faded polaroids. He speaks in hushed tones and drinks mint tea. He will hold and let himself be held. He is empathy. She is firey spirit and winged eyeliner. Glitter and badassery. She is scarred and beautiful. She protects and yells. Cries and laughs. She is ***** jokes and black clothes. She is who I am too timid to be. He is a lone flame and endless darkness all at once. He is a sharp blade and subdued smile. Strong coffee, pop-tarts, and ripped jeans. Tae kwon do and boy scouts. He is too often forgotten. She is buck teeth and Greatest Showman lyrics. Stubbornness and freckles. Conceals her self-consciousness with mock confidence. Funny faces and the best dance moves. She hides my things and steals my clothes. She stirs up trouble in the best way. He is soft smiles and lego armies. He loves cats and make-believe (though video games are his first love). Creates pillow forts and mysteries, art and movie magic. He wears glowstick necklaces and no shirt proudly, as he should. He loves my heart. She is willow trees and afternoon tea. Gentle rain and improv games. Quirky and polite, she is decorated with her gap-toothed smile and childish style. She hands out stickers and strums her ukelele with affection. She inspires me. He. Oh God, he. He is summer skies and skateboards. Braces and freckles. He is a shell-collector and songwriter. He loves the stage. Compassion and hand-holding, cheek kisses and free smiles. He is devotion. They hold me, and I hold them. We cry, we laugh, we hate. We sing and we dance, we talk about our dreams. We depend on each other. We love one another. Many would not be here without me. And I couldn't be here without them.
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