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What the Gods Are.What The Gods Are.
We are the Oceans, We are the Seas
We are the Music, We are the Breeze.
We are the Spirit, We are the Way
We are the Night, We are the Day.
We are Lust and We are Love,
We are the Rain that falls from above.
We are the Laughs, We are the Groans,
We are your Comfort when you feel alone.
We're Beauty, We're Charm, We're Youthfulness too,
We are the Birch, the Willow, the Yew.
We're the Heavens above and the Earth below,
We are the Truth and the Lies you sow.
We are the Smiles, and We are the Strife,
We are Death and We are Life.
We're Sex, We're Tears, We're Alcohol too,
We are your Friendships both old and new.
We are the moon and We are the Sun,
We are the Sadness and We are the Fun.
We are the Healing and We are the Pain,
We are the Good and We are the Bane.
We are the Hunt and We are the Breath,
We're North, We're East, We're South and We're West.
We are the Curses and We are the Blessings,
We are your Energy and with you when Resting.
We are Time, Space and Every
Short Random PoemWould you hold me till the morning light?
Making sure that Im alright.
Would you dry away my tears
And scare away all my fears?
Psychic WarsWe were all psychic once, we all had the Gift. Our world was utopian, with telepathy our people were kept in balance. Hate and love never got the best of us. Then as technology progressed one by one the people turned from the gods and lost their gift.
With the loss of their Gift, many people became violent, killing without remorse for their actions. Within time those with out the gift became jealous of those of us that still had it. This jealousy engendered spite, which became lies, and then fear. The remaining telepaths became the source of ridicule and hate.
When the Gift-less became leaders of our world, they made laws against us, massacring us and starting a civil war, those with telepathy against those without.
However we were not without help, as they had progressed so had we. With time our powers grew, we could invade minds if we needed to, we had gained the power to mirror empathy and had gained minor precognition. A few of us had even gained the ability to move objects with ou
Prayer to AnubisAnubis, my saviour, my protector, my guide.
Protect me from those who would wish me harm.
Fiercely guard those that I love.
Watch over me day and night.
And when I pass from this world judge me fairley
TrigulWe were silent, for he was here.
The dark lord of filth and carnage.
Millions were dead in his name.
Our people were martyred by him.
He still roams in that white palace.
Possible storyHe looked as though he was in his late thirties, but his eyes knew no age. That deep azure looked through Kazukis youth and pierced his soul. Kazuki felt his heart flutter in his chest and for a moment he was breathless. The man smiled warmly, stood from his stool, walked through the crowd, and sat in the seat next to Kazuki. Onamae wa nan desu ka? he asked. His voice was as sexy as his eyes and for a moment Kazuki was dazed, but he snapped out of it to answer the mans question. Sera, Kazuki demo eigo wa hanasemasu ka? The man nodded and said smiling, Of course I speak English, it is necessary for my work. By the way my name is Tsuyoshi Tanaka. It struck Kazuki as slightly weird that this man shared his fathers name, but maybe it was the sign from the gods that he had prayed for. Forgive me if Im wrong but your Japanese right? Kazuki nodded. Youre from America though right?
I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
Needle of the PineYou're a needle of the pine, my dear -
a poking of the spine, a narrow rod
to gently prod my heart in waters brine.
And when I fall, you pull me tall
to bask in heaven's shrine, for what you are
'tis not sub-par, my needle of the pine.
Without MythologiesWithout Mythologies
If I could, I would make you a raging river,
With angry rapids supplied with rain
So you could always meander, and forever be able to run away
Without contending with myths wrongly interpreted - with pain.
- John K. Samson
We’re watching the sun drown in a lake,
your eyes are far away and you say you wish
you were the wind.
You stretch out your arms like tired old wings,
and say you hope one day the sky
will just swallow you up. In that last sliver
of light, I tell you that you have it all wrong.
You could never be something so invisible as wind,
(It’s cool breathe makes us shiver,)
If I could, I would make you a raging river.
I’d turn your fingertips to salty spray,
your bones to smooth
Your lips would kiss the ocean each day,
your gut would fill with fish and frogs.
Your fidgeting toes never forced still again.
I’d turn your heart into a waterfall,
And last of all I’d make
those rushing waters from your brain,
LoveThis torturous feeling that engulfs my heart
And sends me spiraling into the dark
This chide that repeats itself within my mind
And berates me with remarks of what I sought to find
Dead and asleep, I have walked this earth
This waltz of sorrow I’ve repeated since birth
But the steps started to change, as I grew
And as I felt my hand being grabbed, I knew
That something unknown to me would soon grow
A feeling within me, that’s both friend and foe
The empty space has been filled
And open the door to that once sealed
Cupid’s arrow hit its mark
And sent me spiraling into the dark.
Backwards HateAnd that is the truth.
I don't love you.
it is simply senseless to say
you are a positive and critical thinker.
an inept, naive person,
you're most definitely not
very smart and clever.
instead, you are
ignorant and foolish,
mindful and attentive.
you make people
hateful of you,
trying to be a positive influence.
forever shall I find you
achieve only little in life,
never striving to
be unique and creative.
that's why it's not hard to believe that you aim to
"only be mediocre, untalented and uninteresting."
backwards thinking to ever tell you
"you are worthy of love."
(now read in reverse)
SanityThe walls of this place were white,
Sanitation and cleanliness were no doubt at play.
Walking through them I search for the light,
Lost forever in this building, searching for the day,
The one where I would no longer be lost.
The rooms were empty,
Not a soul but for the ones at rest.
I wouldn’t say I felt guilty,
But what I had done, I would address,
And realize my action’s cost.
Continuing through these halls,
I can’t help but look at the paint.
I remember the red smears on the walls,
The copper scent lingering still and faint,
Yet luckily those memories I tossed.
I pass on, leaving behind this phenomenon.
I see a shred of the sun’s rays,
And quickly I leave my role of false surgeon.
Behind me the blood of my past lays,
Leaving it to the cold and frost.
The Fruit of LoveIn each passing year
another leaf falls
not unlike a tear
at each heart's call
And this sacred tree
of my barren heart
needs a caring bee
with pollen, to impart
To end this gloom
And this despair
To bring my flowers to bloom
And my fruit to bear.
The Ink Flows Swift
The ink flows swiftly: it cannot be stayed;
The words of my pen are as liquidly made:
They dance, they twirl, from every side they spring
And beautiful still is the story they sing.
This paper, it waits for me, empty and white;
It eagerly whispers: “Fill me tonight!”
I write a word, then ten, then more
And higher and higher, the story will soar.
It leaps from my fingers, it heavenward flies—
Soon, as I watch, it is lost to my eyes;
May it fly as free as the wand’ring birds—
I’ve given you life, my fluttering words.
L’encre coule, elle ne peut être haltée :
Les mots de ma plume sont aussi lisses qu’elle ;
Ils dansent, ils tournent et jaillissent de tous côtés
Et l’histoire qu’ils me chantent est belle, si belle.
Le papier blanc m’attend, patient,
Il me chuchote: « Emplisse-moi ! »
J’y mets un mot,
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