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"befalling" poems

I live in a forest of fallen sunflowers, old and wise, they speak to me of the days gone by When the sun sets among the wilderness blaze, they tell me night is befalling, and I must make my departure They tell of decades ago, how they’ve watched as humans lived their lives, most rotten in nature They spoke of the one that used to tend to them, how gracious and kind, how pure and warm For the sunflowers spoke with melancholy, for they knew that their former caretaker was well gone So for a moment they wept their tears of seeds, and sung soft melodies of their former caretaker They spoke to me and warned of the evils of humanity, how they were too once the victim of the evil They asked why humans destroyed what’s beautiful around them, why they wish to sabotage what keeps them breathing But they spoke to me and said I was a rare human, one that had good intention, and a sensitive heart As night began to fall, I left the forest of sunflowers, carrying their tearful seeds To spread as I walked away, to maybe rejoice and create life once more The forest I hope will remain tomorrow, that it stands the test of time

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May 16, 2015

May 16, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC

The Forest of Sunflowers

I live in a forest of fallen sunflowers, old and wise, they speak to me of the days gone by When the sun sets among the wilderness blaze, they tell me night is befalling, and I must make my departure They tell of decades ago, how they’ve watched as humans lived their lives, most rotten in nature They spoke of the one that used to tend to them, how gracious and kind, how pure and warm For the sunflowers spoke with melancholy, for they knew that their former caretaker was well gone So for a moment they wept their tears of seeds, and sung soft melodies of their former caretaker They spoke to me and warned of the evils of humanity, how they were too once the victim of the evil They asked why humans destroyed what’s beautiful around them, why they wish to sabotage what keeps them breathing But they spoke to me and said I was a rare human, one that had good intention, and a sensitive heart As night began to fall, I left the forest of sunflowers, carrying their tearful seeds To spread as I walked away, to maybe rejoice and create life once more The forest I hope will remain tomorrow, that it stands the test of time

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. Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground Allowing the beasties free reign in the village Bellowing out o’er the wickedest sound Pacing the streets, seeking out bits of garbage Leaving their stains on the innocent few Leering in windows where children are hiding Tender young things and so easy to chew Thieves in the night lurk about come the morning Stealing the sun at the break of the dawn Drinking of sewage a’ flow in the gutters Checking off names as the many are gone Peering ‘round corners, down alleys, in shadows Seeking the favor of all who do grieve Laughing in spite of the torment now growing Licking their lips in the hope you believe Roaming in groups so the followed outnumber Say what you will for the king does not hear Lost in his throne made of mirrors that flatter Shivering, cowering, caving to fear Deaf to the villagers asking for reason Blind to the pillage befalling this land Dumb, well I guess that just goes without saying Nary a care what the people demand Feasting on turkey, potatoes and gravy Raising a glass to the enemy proud Taking a stand against those who support him Locking the front doors while yelling aloud ***“Carry your torches, your pitchforks, your honor It matters not for this evil shall win Even when gone there are echoes of anger Lingering on till they come back again Give them your all, what you’ve poured your heart into Down on your knees, bow to them one and all Step over rock and the piles of rubble This castle will stand even when the walls fall Shout all you like as no change is forthcoming Accept it or flee, you think I give a **** When you are gone many more will replace you Now pass those peas and a slice of that ham”*** So roam the beasties, their teeth ever sharpened Fanning the flames as so many are burned Tearing apart what the people envisioned Silly to think that they somehow had learned Nothing so happy with no ever after Always the same, it will happen again But unlike some other long winded stories Sadly in this I can not say “the end” Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground Thankfully I can peruse from a distance Witnessing all without hanging around

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Jul 8, 2016

Jul 8, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC

Nothing so happy with no ever after

. Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground Allowing the beasties free reign in the village Bellowing out o’er the wickedest sound Pacing the streets, seeking out bits of garbage Leaving their stains on the innocent few Leering in windows where children are hiding Tender young things and so easy to chew Thieves in the night lurk about come the morning Stealing the sun at the break of the dawn Drinking of sewage a’ flow in the gutters Checking off names as the many are gone Peering ‘round corners, down alleys, in shadows Seeking the favor of all who do grieve Laughing in spite of the torment now growing Licking their lips in the hope you believe Roaming in groups so the followed outnumber Say what you will for the king does not hear Lost in his throne made of mirrors that flatter Shivering, cowering, caving to fear Deaf to the villagers asking for reason Blind to the pillage befalling this land Dumb, well I guess that just goes without saying Nary a care what the people demand Feasting on turkey, potatoes and gravy Raising a glass to the enemy proud Taking a stand against those who support him Locking the front doors while yelling aloud ***“Carry your torches, your pitchforks, your honor It matters not for this evil shall win Even when gone there are echoes of anger Lingering on till they come back again Give them your all, what you’ve poured your heart into Down on your knees, bow to them one and all Step over rock and the piles of rubble This castle will stand even when the walls fall Shout all you like as no change is forthcoming Accept it or flee, you think I give a **** When you are gone many more will replace you Now pass those peas and a slice of that ham”*** So roam the beasties, their teeth ever sharpened Fanning the flames as so many are burned Tearing apart what the people envisioned Silly to think that they somehow had learned Nothing so happy with no ever after Always the same, it will happen again But unlike some other long winded stories Sadly in this I can not say “the end” Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground Thankfully I can peruse from a distance Witnessing all without hanging around

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The iron drips from my fingers. The man gives out a yell. The child launches, she launches at me. Sadly her launch had failed. I chuckled at her, with no pity. Her frightened face, what a laugh. The person she’s crying for isn't worth dying for. After all, he was a bad man. It’s funny, so funny, funny the fact. The fact, she thought if she grabbed my neck then, maybe, just maybe, maybe I’d die. I laughed again and finally, I gave out a sigh. “Poor child,” I said my voice left unchanged. “You misunderstood. I shouldn't be ashamed. Your idol has done so many bad things, now he’ll pay for his sins of adultery, in a place which this blind man cannot see. She fell to the ground befalling her tears. This was the end of her happy years. What? Did she think it was a fairy tale life? Reality is sharp, just like a knife. I laughed at the fact I took his life, with just one swing of my most dull scythe.

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC

Death, The Reaper

The iron drips from my fingers. The man gives out a yell. The child launches, she launches at me. Sadly her launch had failed. I chuckled at her, with no pity. Her frightened face, what a laugh. The person she’s crying for isn't worth dying for. After all, he was a bad man. It’s funny, so funny, funny the fact. The fact, she thought if she grabbed my neck then, maybe, just maybe, maybe I’d die. I laughed again and finally, I gave out a sigh. “Poor child,” I said my voice left unchanged. “You misunderstood. I shouldn't be ashamed. Your idol has done so many bad things, now he’ll pay for his sins of adultery, in a place which this blind man cannot see. She fell to the ground befalling her tears. This was the end of her happy years. What? Did she think it was a fairy tale life? Reality is sharp, just like a knife. I laughed at the fact I took his life, with just one swing of my most dull scythe.

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I tend to romanticize, I romanticize friendships and love and all relations, Makes them a little more than what they seem, Doesn't it? And maybe that's what the flaw of romanticizing life is, Once you start romanticizing it you ignore the practicality, That the real-life beholds, One part of you stuck at the expectations, And other tries to avoid the befalling of this little kingdom, Your mind survives in, So you romanticize bad memories too, As if you were really dead every second someone scolded you, Or crumpled your ***** of life, And in this loop of romanticizing, you end up hurting everyone, So you tell yourself to wake up, You force yourself to be awake, And when you finally are, You see there never has existed a premise, Where you were playing your orchestra.

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Jan 2, 2021

Jan 2, 2021 at 11:05 PM UTC

I tend to romanticize, I romanticize friendships and love and all relations, Makes them a little more than what they seem, Doesn't it? And maybe that's what the flaw of romanticizing life is, Once you start romanticizing it you ignore the practicality, That the real-life beholds, One part of you stuck at the expectations, And other tries to avoid the befalling of this little kingdom, Your mind survives in, So you romanticize bad memories too, As if you were really dead every second someone scolded you, Or crumpled your ***** of life, And in this loop of romanticizing, you end up hurting everyone, So you tell yourself to wake up, You force yourself to be awake, And when you finally are, You see there never has existed a premise, Where you were playing your orchestra.

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Look me in the eyes and tell me I am not already dead. Look within my soul and tell me, all is finally at an end. Look with your silver eyes, which reflect my very own. A chaotic wind right before the deadly storm. The redden horizon, fading into the coldest of blue. A will of a way, left to burn within the goodwill of our mortal souls. I see you Dear Brother... A man shroud in the facade of a devils red clothing. But men, we are not... Are we, O brother of mine? Two hidden lies, masked within a mould of our own demise. A shell our mother has bestow upon her demon spawns. Masqueraded truths smeared, until all came crumbling down. I spoke of my hatred as I slipped from your grasp. I fell into Hell with a malevolent wrath, a curse befalling my tongue; I hate you Another lie, another sin. Added to a pile of our transgression, shadowing us in its path of our own destruction. Look into my heart and see my love. A love, which has not commenced into something dark and malcontent. Look and see another me, (mirrored in your stare.) Look and believe all is fine. Look and tell me my blue coated wrath, is nothing compared to the inferno of a burning Dante while playing the part of your savior, Virgil. Two souls, forever intertwined. Both born under the sacred son, but destined to fall under baited spikes. When will there be rest, O Brother? With my blade in your chest? Or the indirect request of your blessed reprieve? Look, before all is too far gone... nigh is the time, Look and you might just see... Me. but alas just yet, maybe, you shall see a piece of yourself as well.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC

Look me in the eyes and tell me I am not already dead. Look within my soul and tell me, all is finally at an end. Look with your silver eyes, which reflect my very own. A chaotic wind right before the deadly storm. The redden horizon, fading into the coldest of blue. A will of a way, left to burn within the goodwill of our mortal souls. I see you Dear Brother... A man shroud in the facade of a devils red clothing. But men, we are not... Are we, O brother of mine? Two hidden lies, masked within a mould of our own demise. A shell our mother has bestow upon her demon spawns. Masqueraded truths smeared, until all came crumbling down. I spoke of my hatred as I slipped from your grasp. I fell into Hell with a malevolent wrath, a curse befalling my tongue; I hate you Another lie, another sin. Added to a pile of our transgression, shadowing us in its path of our own destruction. Look into my heart and see my love. A love, which has not commenced into something dark and malcontent. Look and see another me, (mirrored in your stare.) Look and believe all is fine. Look and tell me my blue coated wrath, is nothing compared to the inferno of a burning Dante while playing the part of your savior, Virgil. Two souls, forever intertwined. Both born under the sacred son, but destined to fall under baited spikes. When will there be rest, O Brother? With my blade in your chest? Or the indirect request of your blessed reprieve? Look, before all is too far gone... nigh is the time, Look and you might just see... Me. but alas just yet, maybe, you shall see a piece of yourself as well.

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I'm a man of my actions, and not just my words As more and more seem to fail to be Although there are still those who still shine a light In the darkness, just the same as I But sometimes my actions cannot support words I've spoken in deepest sincerity For circumstances that so plague my life Prevent them from showing through distance and time I hope that you see that this tragedy is mine Even more so than it falls upon you In a world where so many talk without walking My words are but all that can show how I feel I wish that this life would so kindly incline To release me from losing before I lose you For every tragedy that keeps befalling Keeps so many dreams that I cherish unreal I wish I could be so much more than I am I'm afraid I am all that I will ever be Be it lover or friend, I am still by your side No matter what this unfair life will allow I wish I were there by your side, hand in hand Through your darkness and light, any way I could be Although I am here, I hope my words confide That if actions could be, I'd be there with you now

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC

DanielSmithFreakMorbidity

I'm a Man of My Words

I'm a man of my actions, and not just my words As more and more seem to fail to be Although there are still those who still shine a light In the darkness, just the same as I But sometimes my actions cannot support words I've spoken in deepest sincerity For circumstances that so plague my life Prevent them from showing through distance and time I hope that you see that this tragedy is mine Even more so than it falls upon you In a world where so many talk without walking My words are but all that can show how I feel I wish that this life would so kindly incline To release me from losing before I lose you For every tragedy that keeps befalling Keeps so many dreams that I cherish unreal I wish I could be so much more than I am I'm afraid I am all that I will ever be Be it lover or friend, I am still by your side No matter what this unfair life will allow I wish I were there by your side, hand in hand Through your darkness and light, any way I could be Although I am here, I hope my words confide That if actions could be, I'd be there with you now

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424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn— Of Riches—as unconscious As is the Brown Malay Of Pearls in Eastern Waters, Marked His—What Holiday Would stir his slow conception— Had he the power to dream That put the Dower’s fraction— Awaited even—Him—

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Emily Dickinson

Removed from Accident of Loss

424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn— Of Riches—as unconscious As is the Brown Malay Of Pearls in Eastern Waters, Marked His—What Holiday Would stir his slow conception— Had he the power to dream That put the Dower’s fraction— Awaited even—Him—

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Winter cherries My heart is one of warmth and color, but a rarity in all aspects. Like winter cherries Sweetheart swarms in sudden bursts of imagination, stopping my heart and purifying the air with each breath she takes. Never has the silence sounded so sweet as when it comes from her. Never has invisibility been so noticeable as when she does it. Never will I be able to share or distribute such a purity as she has. Her chill is so obvious that there are no boundaries to the conversations we inaugurate. We ride the waves of giggles and chuckles that we form, playful arguments made and led into deeper conversations never finished. I love the way we converse like buddies yet everything about us speaks of distant strangers. I wonder does she feel the same. It’s something in the way her voice shakes or the way her eyes dart through mine when she looks at me. It’s something about the way she smiles in a way that shows she’s fighting it. It’s her personality It’s who she is. And I’m shocked to say that I’m being struck down by her energetic placidity. I wonder more about her than any other possible that I’ve ever known. I think of what she’s like and how she’d treat me if she knew me more. I wonder what I look like in her mind and what I look like out of her mind as well. I wonder how much she thinks about me, if at all. And the only answer I get is that of cherries in calmed snowstorm Stems filled with white crystals as light as air itself when alone, yet at the collected fruit they weigh tons. Falling in slow motion as the last crisp it could bare falls to a rest on its ruby red outer shell. Frozen in air as I walk past and see it. Only wondering how long it should stay before it succumbs to the inevitability of gravity. And her voice cracks my concentration. It falls. But no noise shall it make, it shall stay as quiet as the snow itself and remain a music in my mind. The befalling of her voice The falling of winter cherries.

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May 31, 2016

May 31, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC

Winter Cherries

Winter cherries My heart is one of warmth and color, but a rarity in all aspects. Like winter cherries Sweetheart swarms in sudden bursts of imagination, stopping my heart and purifying the air with each breath she takes. Never has the silence sounded so sweet as when it comes from her. Never has invisibility been so noticeable as when she does it. Never will I be able to share or distribute such a purity as she has. Her chill is so obvious that there are no boundaries to the conversations we inaugurate. We ride the waves of giggles and chuckles that we form, playful arguments made and led into deeper conversations never finished. I love the way we converse like buddies yet everything about us speaks of distant strangers. I wonder does she feel the same. It’s something in the way her voice shakes or the way her eyes dart through mine when she looks at me. It’s something about the way she smiles in a way that shows she’s fighting it. It’s her personality It’s who she is. And I’m shocked to say that I’m being struck down by her energetic placidity. I wonder more about her than any other possible that I’ve ever known. I think of what she’s like and how she’d treat me if she knew me more. I wonder what I look like in her mind and what I look like out of her mind as well. I wonder how much she thinks about me, if at all. And the only answer I get is that of cherries in calmed snowstorm Stems filled with white crystals as light as air itself when alone, yet at the collected fruit they weigh tons. Falling in slow motion as the last crisp it could bare falls to a rest on its ruby red outer shell. Frozen in air as I walk past and see it. Only wondering how long it should stay before it succumbs to the inevitability of gravity. And her voice cracks my concentration. It falls. But no noise shall it make, it shall stay as quiet as the snow itself and remain a music in my mind. The befalling of her voice The falling of winter cherries.

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*Oh I do distinguish, What is the ALL;* ***We inwardly receive, Knowing truly; Beyond the painful, stories we numerate; Which are often, Yes painful horrific; Yet when the love, Beauty we all know; Crystallizes, clearly within; We are empowered, All great gifts whereby then, Painful needs are mete with instant; Response; Not one doubt, Second thought; We are all, Highly and acutely aware, most sensitive too; As the evolved beings we are; We are the Holy Grail; Moving the mountains; Of the impossibilities, Only we have already created therefor; We are the vessels dissolving, Mountains back into the sea; Of infinite possibilities; Whereby this infinite, Sea of love though not seen; In blinding light, Of our more limited, Consciousness; Deep gifts; Of our commonalities, Make the painful numerations; All the more beautiful; Upon Our; God Given commonality!!!! Therefore the fearful snake, Firstly hissing; Transmutable in the laughing; Joy; Highly developed; Golden Wisdom; Sans; Any doubt, Lest we forget; Hard worked for, Well earned lessons; Thank you!!! Eve, Lilith!!! ALL!!!*** We are ready; ***Already free; Freeing; The almighty; Tantric, Holy breeze!!! Always, More willing; Yearning, What is good; More, LOVE!!! Giving!!! Receivable!!!*** I call, ***Welcome!!!! Thee Eighth of Days;*** Whereby fore; Food!!!! For, Our bodies and souls; ***NEED!!! LOVE!!! DESERVE!!! WANT!!!!*** ***INHERENTLY!!! KNOWN!!!*** *All, Available;* ***HERE!!! NOW!!!*** ***ALREADY!!! PREPARED!!!*** In an instant; ***BEFALLING!!! ALL!!! OF ALL!!! FOR ALL!!!*** \ / ***HEARTS LOVE*** / \ ***KNOW NOT \ / B O N D A G E*** ! ! ! . . . \/ . . . *S a S a* ***L O V E*** ! ! !

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Dec 17, 2012

Dec 17, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC

I do distinguish...ONLY LOVE!!!!

*Oh I do distinguish, What is the ALL;* ***We inwardly receive, Knowing truly; Beyond the painful, stories we numerate; Which are often, Yes painful horrific; Yet when the love, Beauty we all know; Crystallizes, clearly within; We are empowered, All great gifts whereby then, Painful needs are mete with instant; Response; Not one doubt, Second thought; We are all, Highly and acutely aware, most sensitive too; As the evolved beings we are; We are the Holy Grail; Moving the mountains; Of the impossibilities, Only we have already created therefor; We are the vessels dissolving, Mountains back into the sea; Of infinite possibilities; Whereby this infinite, Sea of love though not seen; In blinding light, Of our more limited, Consciousness; Deep gifts; Of our commonalities, Make the painful numerations; All the more beautiful; Upon Our; God Given commonality!!!! Therefore the fearful snake, Firstly hissing; Transmutable in the laughing; Joy; Highly developed; Golden Wisdom; Sans; Any doubt, Lest we forget; Hard worked for, Well earned lessons; Thank you!!! Eve, Lilith!!! ALL!!!*** We are ready; ***Already free; Freeing; The almighty; Tantric, Holy breeze!!! Always, More willing; Yearning, What is good; More, LOVE!!! Giving!!! Receivable!!!*** I call, ***Welcome!!!! Thee Eighth of Days;*** Whereby fore; Food!!!! For, Our bodies and souls; ***NEED!!! LOVE!!! DESERVE!!! WANT!!!!*** ***INHERENTLY!!! KNOWN!!!*** *All, Available;* ***HERE!!! NOW!!!*** ***ALREADY!!! PREPARED!!!*** In an instant; ***BEFALLING!!! ALL!!! OF ALL!!! FOR ALL!!!*** \ / ***HEARTS LOVE*** / \ ***KNOW NOT \ / B O N D A G E*** ! ! ! . . . \/ . . . *S a S a* ***L O V E*** ! ! !

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Can I write you a rhythm To remind you of your scandalous beauty That have tamed many men falling for you like a magnet The sweet that you are is the pain that they have Their sobbing hearts want you alone will they fit in one heart of yours Release them *** Your fortune against their desire Injured soldiers to just one general A heart of she that bears the greatest of smiles Those in denial of her live longer as her beauty is a beast claiming souls For if am weak take me too, the paradise of feeling your blood flow The moments you make life worthy The second you are a dream come true Slain by your wonders Your hands breed temporary heaven See the rise of men only to fall by your side Their strength to find you, weakness of befalling with you Hammn my hamming guts the same pain they are left with is my desire to reach and taste Must I be a hero in this, if I must fail I too befall along side her The glory claim.....ahem them the men rose as soon as they fell

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Dec 19, 2022

Dec 19, 2022 at 12:24 AM UTC

thomas-bron-mukama

Can I write you a rhythm To remind you of your scandalous beauty That have tamed many men falling for you like a magnet The sweet that you are is the pain that they have Their sobbing hearts want you alone will they fit in one heart of yours Release them *** Your fortune against their desire Injured soldiers to just one general A heart of she that bears the greatest of smiles Those in denial of her live longer as her beauty is a beast claiming souls For if am weak take me too, the paradise of feeling your blood flow The moments you make life worthy The second you are a dream come true Slain by your wonders Your hands breed temporary heaven See the rise of men only to fall by your side Their strength to find you, weakness of befalling with you Hammn my hamming guts the same pain they are left with is my desire to reach and taste Must I be a hero in this, if I must fail I too befall along side her The glory claim.....ahem them the men rose as soon as they fell

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There’s too much light deluge of photons an affront to Night’s ambiance Harsh sulfur streetlight glow: trickery. illuminating arteries of Artificial making the Night dull dark distant confined to human construct robbing Mystery masking subtlety devouring nature the Immensity the Antiquity the Beauty of Stars: gone Lost blotted out by buzzing wasp’s nest Denizens’ sting to eyes & minds inflaming consciousness no longer can you Feel small and lost under the grandeur of nocturnal sky all is set before you here to there Elsewhere to home Home? Sleep in Darkness? listening & thinking ‘til sleep succumbs No, now rather befalling Sickly pallor of computer glow we stare with blinders all else fading save the screen before us ******* us in trapping us excising thoughts keeping us from ourselves that is why we fill the night Out of fear. To hide but not from monsters nor from ghosts goblins gremlins ghouls not from lurking eldritch terror of yore but from ourselves from Feeling and Being for fear of perceiving tactile intuition in the air of what lies ahead rather than seeing for fear of walking by ourselves just ourselves with unencumbered thoughts and seeing through the facade the facade of daytime ascribed meanings the facade of of who we are the facade of light The facade that Darkness is what is lacking that light is normality That light is beauty light is hope light is life but it’s just that a Facade we plastered ourselves: an Illusion But there’s truth at Night and under stars truth in the sensation of dusky hours Artistry in ink the allure of “unknown” feeling small and lost Under soft Milky Way floating over dew laden grass caressed by cool currents There’s Truth & Beauty in the Night

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC

Where has the Night Gone?

There’s too much light deluge of photons an affront to Night’s ambiance Harsh sulfur streetlight glow: trickery. illuminating arteries of Artificial making the Night dull dark distant confined to human construct robbing Mystery masking subtlety devouring nature the Immensity the Antiquity the Beauty of Stars: gone Lost blotted out by buzzing wasp’s nest Denizens’ sting to eyes & minds inflaming consciousness no longer can you Feel small and lost under the grandeur of nocturnal sky all is set before you here to there Elsewhere to home Home? Sleep in Darkness? listening & thinking ‘til sleep succumbs No, now rather befalling Sickly pallor of computer glow we stare with blinders all else fading save the screen before us ******* us in trapping us excising thoughts keeping us from ourselves that is why we fill the night Out of fear. To hide but not from monsters nor from ghosts goblins gremlins ghouls not from lurking eldritch terror of yore but from ourselves from Feeling and Being for fear of perceiving tactile intuition in the air of what lies ahead rather than seeing for fear of walking by ourselves just ourselves with unencumbered thoughts and seeing through the facade the facade of daytime ascribed meanings the facade of of who we are the facade of light The facade that Darkness is what is lacking that light is normality That light is beauty light is hope light is life but it’s just that a Facade we plastered ourselves: an Illusion But there’s truth at Night and under stars truth in the sensation of dusky hours Artistry in ink the allure of “unknown” feeling small and lost Under soft Milky Way floating over dew laden grass caressed by cool currents There’s Truth & Beauty in the Night

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Growing is my inner sense Fading is my innocence Life is fleeting, non repeating Forgive my belligerence Find my as I reference My childhood that's now gone Fatalities befalling me And forcing me to move on Forcing me to live strong Forcing me to love long In reference to the present I pray my head's not on wrong Wishing for the simpler things A time before feeling the sting Of adult reality and missing all the mystery

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Feb 18, 2014

Feb 18, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC

Growing is my inner sense Fading is my innocence Life is fleeting, non repeating Forgive my belligerence Find my as I reference My childhood that's now gone Fatalities befalling me And forcing me to move on Forcing me to live strong Forcing me to love long In reference to the present I pray my head's not on wrong Wishing for the simpler things A time before feeling the sting Of adult reality and missing all the mystery

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*Sweet whispers, unlock me Set free my dark misery Sweep paths full of mystery For truth is a devil.* It's not a rush you feel, it's fear A darkness prevailing, soon to be near This kind of madness, will claim you for years And all I can say is, "Take cover, my dear" It's not unknown, you've heard the calling A seductive moaning befalling Begging for directions, pleading That you take place leading A soft greeting so fleeting That you've been intrigued But I sense that this meeting Will leave you fatigued And the kind of horrors you shall view Shall leave you believing Red has only one hue That of life leaving And those villains knew They've become you

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Mar 29, 2014

Mar 29, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC

Chasing Ignorance

*Sweet whispers, unlock me Set free my dark misery Sweep paths full of mystery For truth is a devil.* It's not a rush you feel, it's fear A darkness prevailing, soon to be near This kind of madness, will claim you for years And all I can say is, "Take cover, my dear" It's not unknown, you've heard the calling A seductive moaning befalling Begging for directions, pleading That you take place leading A soft greeting so fleeting That you've been intrigued But I sense that this meeting Will leave you fatigued And the kind of horrors you shall view Shall leave you believing Red has only one hue That of life leaving And those villains knew They've become you

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Awake and alone the little boy lies. Darkness gathers, eclipsed only by the shroud befalling his soul. He shakes, ever so slightly, then the crescendo grows.....gathering momentum with each passing moment. Soon, he shakes uncontrollably, as would a freezing man. He squeezes himself into an ever tighter circle, fighting in vain to stop his trembling. He clamps his eyes shut ever tighter, so tight it hurts.... a futile effort to stop the hot tears beginning to streak down his face. Slowly his resolve melts, his scant remaining strength leaves him. He sobs, gently, nearly silently. The walls come falling down, the fear rushes in. He presses face harder against the pillow, muting the sound of his cries. No must hear, no one. Somewhere in the dark, cold chill of the night, his sobs cease. He drifts out of consciousness and into the abyss of dreams. His only escape, his only refuge. All to soon, the bright light of the morning sun breaks through the night, announcing a new day. And his cold, stark reality begins anew.

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Jan 22, 2010

Jan 22, 2010 at 5:48 PM UTC

david-m-winchester

Awake and alone the little boy lies. Darkness gathers, eclipsed only by the shroud befalling his soul. He shakes, ever so slightly, then the crescendo grows.....gathering momentum with each passing moment. Soon, he shakes uncontrollably, as would a freezing man. He squeezes himself into an ever tighter circle, fighting in vain to stop his trembling. He clamps his eyes shut ever tighter, so tight it hurts.... a futile effort to stop the hot tears beginning to streak down his face. Slowly his resolve melts, his scant remaining strength leaves him. He sobs, gently, nearly silently. The walls come falling down, the fear rushes in. He presses face harder against the pillow, muting the sound of his cries. No must hear, no one. Somewhere in the dark, cold chill of the night, his sobs cease. He drifts out of consciousness and into the abyss of dreams. His only escape, his only refuge. All to soon, the bright light of the morning sun breaks through the night, announcing a new day. And his cold, stark reality begins anew.

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* me decorated with an unexpected smile I now expect little and live the moment exploring while passing over I’ve quit detaining I let motion befalling having no more addresses pinheads or pencils I found myself delighted in the last three lines

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May 23, 2016

May 23, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC

* me decorated with an unexpected smile I now expect little and live the moment exploring while passing over I’ve quit detaining I let motion befalling having no more addresses pinheads or pencils I found myself delighted in the last three lines

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***Believe as 'The Heavenly Father" speaks life living within you!! Than cast continually outward and you will see the "Promise", outwardly befall befalling now!! Like any 'prophet' who has spoken 'Gods Word', recorded as scripture no matter how it is seen, or understood or not with old ears and eyes!! Each of these said who me how who am I, beyond humble being for such grace!!! Then truth was nonetheless clear, then compulsion drove out the 'Word'!!! No doubt it has been said as branches of this vine, the greater will be and indeed is being here now, among us and One with the ALL it is!!! Sans little half steps backwards, we count the ones forward; In the new 'Double Triple Two Steps' forward, that count for all that matters; There is, a little half step back, for we shall not forget; Our lessons in what matters not!!! No doubt greater; Than shall keep you breathing, Outwardly; LIFE!!! LOVE!!! Mete NEED!!! Believe do accept breathe; The holy breath is about awaiting; It's Divine Will; To flow freely; In abundance!!! Sa Sa With For Timothy!!! ALL!!!!!*** <3r

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Dec 14, 2012

Dec 14, 2012 at 1:33 PM UTC

The New Dew Due, 'Double Triple Two Steps' Forward!!!

***Believe as 'The Heavenly Father" speaks life living within you!! Than cast continually outward and you will see the "Promise", outwardly befall befalling now!! Like any 'prophet' who has spoken 'Gods Word', recorded as scripture no matter how it is seen, or understood or not with old ears and eyes!! Each of these said who me how who am I, beyond humble being for such grace!!! Then truth was nonetheless clear, then compulsion drove out the 'Word'!!! No doubt it has been said as branches of this vine, the greater will be and indeed is being here now, among us and One with the ALL it is!!! Sans little half steps backwards, we count the ones forward; In the new 'Double Triple Two Steps' forward, that count for all that matters; There is, a little half step back, for we shall not forget; Our lessons in what matters not!!! No doubt greater; Than shall keep you breathing, Outwardly; LIFE!!! LOVE!!! Mete NEED!!! Believe do accept breathe; The holy breath is about awaiting; It's Divine Will; To flow freely; In abundance!!! Sa Sa With For Timothy!!! ALL!!!!!*** <3r

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The salubrious nature of the climate, could'nt Conceal the Sardonic smile of the Sun. Scorching heat withered the Green carpet on the Visage of the Earth, Turgid & Rigid plants Conceated defeat to the Harsh enviroment and became Flaccid. Both live & dead, micro & macro couldn't Elude the Vindictive & Reprisal power of the Earth, Destructive habit of man was Remunerated with the Sadism nature of Eco-system. If only Replenishing was a Custom within our Volition, Catastrophy befalling us would be a Past-Tense, Trees & Animals may seem lesser but there Impact on our eco-system is Vital......!! @miamizoliver

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Jul 9, 2016

Jul 9, 2016 at 8:59 AM UTC

The salubrious nature of the climate, could'nt Conceal the Sardonic smile of the Sun. Scorching heat withered the Green carpet on the Visage of the Earth, Turgid & Rigid plants Conceated defeat to the Harsh enviroment and became Flaccid. Both live & dead, micro & macro couldn't Elude the Vindictive & Reprisal power of the Earth, Destructive habit of man was Remunerated with the Sadism nature of Eco-system. If only Replenishing was a Custom within our Volition, Catastrophy befalling us would be a Past-Tense, Trees & Animals may seem lesser but there Impact on our eco-system is Vital......!! @miamizoliver

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For he is gone, for he is dead For he has left and left us dead. No! Wilt not yet young flowers, Flourish still. Thy lost flow hast merely chosen For God's table vase. Radiate they iridescence to the eyes! Captivate still. For he is gone, for he is dead. For we go on, recall instead Dreams a dreamy man conceived Of a flower garden, watered well Flourishing its beauty. Every seed of soil meticulously placed To watch the roots grow shoots Shooting into the sky Capturing glorious warmth from the dreamer, Of a thousand dreams Come true. For he is gone, for he is dead Think not that, conceive instead, Were thy flowers shall come to be The dreamer who did succeed Bequeaths to you To dream Dream through walls Befalling the best And become thy exalted one.

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Dec 28, 2012

Dec 28, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC

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For he is gone, for he is dead

For he is gone, for he is dead For he has left and left us dead. No! Wilt not yet young flowers, Flourish still. Thy lost flow hast merely chosen For God's table vase. Radiate they iridescence to the eyes! Captivate still. For he is gone, for he is dead. For we go on, recall instead Dreams a dreamy man conceived Of a flower garden, watered well Flourishing its beauty. Every seed of soil meticulously placed To watch the roots grow shoots Shooting into the sky Capturing glorious warmth from the dreamer, Of a thousand dreams Come true. For he is gone, for he is dead Think not that, conceive instead, Were thy flowers shall come to be The dreamer who did succeed Bequeaths to you To dream Dream through walls Befalling the best And become thy exalted one.

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I'm the cradle of mankind, yet I Prey on myself. Atrocities befalling me are Unimaginable, Warriors & Intellects have met their fate at my feet. Millions have Yielded to Despair at my Guard, in Desolate am left to Fend for myself, Feigned smiles, Gorged out Eyes, bony Figures, Ghost shadows ramble my landscape. Pain and suffering is so Certain & Dogmatic in my Vicinity. Sons & daughters seek Greener Pastures in far away lands, Yet those left Behind are Caged in today's living HELL! All we Yearn for is Tranquility, Valour and Redemption..... @miamizoliver

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Jul 9, 2016

Jul 9, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC

I'm the cradle of mankind, yet I Prey on myself. Atrocities befalling me are Unimaginable, Warriors & Intellects have met their fate at my feet. Millions have Yielded to Despair at my Guard, in Desolate am left to Fend for myself, Feigned smiles, Gorged out Eyes, bony Figures, Ghost shadows ramble my landscape. Pain and suffering is so Certain & Dogmatic in my Vicinity. Sons & daughters seek Greener Pastures in far away lands, Yet those left Behind are Caged in today's living HELL! All we Yearn for is Tranquility, Valour and Redemption..... @miamizoliver

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O my precious flower of amethyst, Who blooms in the early spring, And whose dreadful fate befalls him fast For any of my everlasting love to last. To you I will go forth and sing, As once did my lord, the Sun King, Of your amaranthine beauty, by which I am bewitched. By the hands of the West Wind did you fall, Where you withered in front of your god of light. For I, your death was my most tragic loss. But if I had stopped that discus in toss, I would have prevented this plight From ever befalling my sight, And never would I have listened to you wrawl. To the Messenger did the Sun King flee for comfort, But I, without you, had no one to go. Even in death, your fairness remains, In the shape of the hyacinth, forever contained. My love for you still overflows, Even amidst all the woe, But now, alone, I shall go into summer.

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Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC

Ode to Hyacinthus

O my precious flower of amethyst, Who blooms in the early spring, And whose dreadful fate befalls him fast For any of my everlasting love to last. To you I will go forth and sing, As once did my lord, the Sun King, Of your amaranthine beauty, by which I am bewitched. By the hands of the West Wind did you fall, Where you withered in front of your god of light. For I, your death was my most tragic loss. But if I had stopped that discus in toss, I would have prevented this plight From ever befalling my sight, And never would I have listened to you wrawl. To the Messenger did the Sun King flee for comfort, But I, without you, had no one to go. Even in death, your fairness remains, In the shape of the hyacinth, forever contained. My love for you still overflows, Even amidst all the woe, But now, alone, I shall go into summer.

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It is nature of all the mothers To heartily cherish their sons To believe with worship In the mortality of the sons To whim and fancy That nothing can beat their sons, It is nature of all the mothers To replace their love for husbands With the love of sons, Always to suspect That their daughters in law Are giving raw deals of life and love To the precious sons, To stress for ****** marriage of the sons To doubt and snook at the beauties of sons’ loves, It is nature of all the mothers To be in nostalgia of their past love On the look of the new beards on sons’ face To equate the ****** tone in the sons bass With the voices of a raw lover On the nuptial night of the eloping evening, It is nature of all the mothers to fault the person Of other woman’s sons Only to glorify the character of their own As they project fortune for heir own But stark fate or failure Befalling the male neighbourhood, To ask the powers that be For a political treat to their sons On a baseboard of full discredit Unto the otherness that be.

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Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC

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IT IS NATURE OF ALL MOTHERS

It is nature of all the mothers To heartily cherish their sons To believe with worship In the mortality of the sons To whim and fancy That nothing can beat their sons, It is nature of all the mothers To replace their love for husbands With the love of sons, Always to suspect That their daughters in law Are giving raw deals of life and love To the precious sons, To stress for ****** marriage of the sons To doubt and snook at the beauties of sons’ loves, It is nature of all the mothers To be in nostalgia of their past love On the look of the new beards on sons’ face To equate the ****** tone in the sons bass With the voices of a raw lover On the nuptial night of the eloping evening, It is nature of all the mothers to fault the person Of other woman’s sons Only to glorify the character of their own As they project fortune for heir own But stark fate or failure Befalling the male neighbourhood, To ask the powers that be For a political treat to their sons On a baseboard of full discredit Unto the otherness that be.

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"Should any harm befall me on my journey, you may open this letter." when darkness is befalling me when it won't stop raining i'm skidding, stumbling, and be spiraling downwards then, you're my balustrades and my light on all my ways my stilt, my rod and my staff my soil

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Nov 28, 2020

Nov 28, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC

The Rock (Freely Translated Into American-English. PART I)

"Should any harm befall me on my journey, you may open this letter." when darkness is befalling me when it won't stop raining i'm skidding, stumbling, and be spiraling downwards then, you're my balustrades and my light on all my ways my stilt, my rod and my staff my soil

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People will be people, I see them all around. They seem to have a role to play, to encourage,to command,to judge or put you down. You think you're better than them, they think they're way up there. You have that much to say, they think they're way too good to care. I say, people will be people, they play their role so well. It's as if they have all the time to judge you even for awhile. As if they couldn't bear the good, that's befalling over you. They'll tell you, "Oh, I've been there,done that, nothing new." Well,that's why people will be people, each soul for their own. You'd imagine why this world's together apart, perhaps our action's been condone. We pretend with hands united, but really, are we one? We people will be people, it cannot be undone.

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Nov 15, 2011

Nov 15, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC

People Will Be People

People will be people, I see them all around. They seem to have a role to play, to encourage,to command,to judge or put you down. You think you're better than them, they think they're way up there. You have that much to say, they think they're way too good to care. I say, people will be people, they play their role so well. It's as if they have all the time to judge you even for awhile. As if they couldn't bear the good, that's befalling over you. They'll tell you, "Oh, I've been there,done that, nothing new." Well,that's why people will be people, each soul for their own. You'd imagine why this world's together apart, perhaps our action's been condone. We pretend with hands united, but really, are we one? We people will be people, it cannot be undone.

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