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Love is an illusion
Smoke and mirrors, tricks of mind
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Full moon lay low o’er country roads,
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When I was younger, I accepted what I was told.
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Time and events are escalating and plagues rising. Be prepared for the Groom by recognizing the signs
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bits of shine capture moments in time
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Are you willing to apply wisdom or are we willing to give the enemy your worship?
Train yourselves by the word to obey.
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Do not give your money to a wretched deceiver
Who exploits, tricks and cons the unwary believer
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Come inside, enjoy the show
Bring your kids, come one come all
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where your the ringmaster of my fate,
the spark of my life, dust as it slides into the crack of a nightmare
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I want a poem, not just any poem,
one with loads of metaphor,
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Tuck in a corner, unexpected a jewel in Nature's crown
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A shudder in the firmament
flickering of pallid light
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Tthe Green Man makes his appearance in
celebration of the growing earth.
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my lover is my own personal demon,
alcohol is the Satan that rules him
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a perfectly placed peak,
to tickle the heavens of the Gods,
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eight glowing orbs appear in the torch light,
a redolence of death appears in the form of a spider
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Sanning the beach in the setting sun
She waits
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by WordWraith
39 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 15 10:04 AM. In Critical, Satire, Personal, Contemporary, Other, Nature, Adult, Thoughts, Society
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As one questions why every day, the angels deserve to die
Because it's so terribly obvious they're dying
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The dread of the telegram arriving at the front door, or of two Army, Navy,
Air Force or Marine officers walking up the front yard with s
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her feathers ragged, dirty and soiled in the deep, dark
places you trod with glee
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To the world that is around me
There a few of us, it seems
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Let my heart soar under the moonlight; Let the gentle breeze caress me;
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In the light I slept
in silence awoke
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Is this the end of all mankind, what madness
do I see, Creations gone and all is lost,
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still retained in this small heart:
the moon calls out with urgency
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This very same rights, that were fought, bled and died for. This very same privilege that people in other Countries do not have
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Frogs sing of love to one another
along the banks in the tall grasses
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or, "Meter is in the Eye of the Beholder"
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even in death, the land remembers and celebrates them as they slowly decompose and feed the forest
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Not a total eclipse of the sun, a partial
like trying to remember a whole face
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Dedicated to those who love planet gazing!
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a storm paused amidst furious might,
with thoughts that enter my head
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mighty Crone, ruler of the underworld
and of the wanning and dark Moon
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of a bloodied warrior,
viewed at the time of death
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some say no, you use no form,
you don't write in sonnet
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Deep in my imagination,
where all things are possible,
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No Political or Religious Boundries,
Face of Humanity
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Ares eyes surveying the land
Blood-lust, Violence, Rape and Plunder
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To let go forth once again,
Against those who would dare
Take that which is sacred to Her
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what should I do first
perhaps I was wrong
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Have you ever tried to catch the world in your lungs?
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Sorry, I forgot to change the title. 
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two wholes that make a third
joined in the mystical realm
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renew and refresh the senses
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