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epedeped Mar 2010
my old stomping ground
a violent playground
where kids emulate birds
the pecking order
last one to the sandbox
goes to prison
blood, sweat and knuckle sprains
truimph, loss and growing pains
but i am not the sum of it
nor it the sum of me
i have lived other lives
so why do i identify with it so strongly
The lighting from afar
Near sight of hope
Seeing an absurd vanity of believe
O thou Golden gate
Endearing truimph on fragmented victory

Loud low-pitches
Sending messages afloat miles
Upon glittering luster of waves
Telling the wind it's courage
Professing life on Sea

Corne de brume
Welcome aboard our feeryboat
Corne De Brume talks about the life on Sea. It's actually the French word for Foghorn.
Allen Robinson Nov 2016
We TRIUMPH in the little things
that children do
no matter the scope we provide a
level of hype to internally build

We TRIUMPH in love with our
mates and significant others
building communications, confidence
and strong relations trust

We TRIUMPH in peace with all who
seek freedom and justice
brothers and sisters in a noble cause
to protect the way of life.

We TRUIMPH because we like to win
sometimes at all cost
unable to function from the heart
the head.
Raj Jun 2021
Society... Society.. Society....
Sense the deed not the word...
Thousand helpless... Needing road..
Say that long.. Don't show the short..
Success is in hand not in cash..
Failure truimph in success race..
... Flash... Leaders of lust...
... Mass... Geared your trust...

Backbiting. .. Will surely rust...
Worthless fighter will turn to dust..
Lust... Trust... Rust.. Dust...
Christ should not be an option..
It is must...
Some come to fool
Some come to rule
Dried and drain will left you will. You will.
Some come for sake
Some come to take
Simple English with grammatical mistake I write to show thousands loves fake.
You insake intake in fact
...
In fact worlds in fake
Infake worlds in fact..
Open your eyes close your mouth and speak...
Open your mouth close your eyes and see... You say  ...
What should I do to understand..
What should I do to make you stand...
Save us Christ we are in vain...



Thank you
Just.
Her ,

Your not the burden of your past ,  
    You’re the hero of your thrive,  
     The beauty of today, the victor of tomorrow
  
     The weigh on your wrist ,  
     Scales your fear, you’re not the ruins of regrets ,


    Your hostile, bruised but whole ,
       Your raged , chaotic but whole
       All enough being selfless.


          
  Loving you is a conquest , the hero in her tale ,
            Let the storm erode, all the pollute to your grief ,  
            The silence of your aguish, is Courage,
               The tense of remorse ,is your savior


              Silenced by the distress,
                   let poise be your truimph
               Raise her , be your emir ,
                          Your light is ray,

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