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With Angels Wings

With Angels Wings

The Whispering Winds, A song they sing
A song of sorrow and of a heart so big
Your loves reaches as far as the eye can see
I believe in dreams because in my heart...you beat
Just as a gentle breeze shimmers every leaf
Your love, in every heart, plants a seed
Elegance, love and hope is what grows beneath
....This is your gift to us...
For safekeeping
So, if you ever wonder why heaven sings
Its because now you fly....

With Angels Wings

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem I wrote for my aunt who we just found out is losing her battle to Pancreatic Cancer and i want to read this when the time comes.  I figured I'd share.

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Descended Love

From somewhere above,
  With a gentle, magic word,
The glowing,  pure love
  Descended to the world.
It filled the sleepy beings,
  The sun went shining bright,
The swans with snowy wings
  Made their gorgeous flight.

 

Reluctant, quiet ocean
  Released its lazy yawn,
And then, in a fancy motion,
  It danced with cheerful dawn.
The wind was mild and supple,
  The world got filled with bliss.
And a happy, lovely couple
  Fulfilled their tender kiss.

 

     ~~~~~)(~~~~~

 

 

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The Knight

"A soul, which is full of belief,
Always generous, clever,
Feels compassion and grief-
Blessed forever..."

 

Dedicated to the defenders of Rhodes.

 

The good natured dawn gives a new, ordinary day
For the one whose brave soul has no any fear,
And though this cutting wind tries to rip his worn but reliable cloak
From his tired and wounded shoulder,
Yet he drives all his vague heavy doubts away,
While he has this sharp sword in his hand and the spear
He will never step back from this border.
So he stands here like a solid unbreakable rock
For in order not to let any foe come further.
And the dry, dusty ground is covered with a smock,
That brings bitterness into the eyes and the smell of burning tar,
Yet he sees the sunrise and there somewhere far
A jamb of magnificent cranes flying in the blue sky
For a moment, it brings him a feeling of his native place
Where once he vowed to carry mercy and grace,
Everywhere, be always fair and honest, to despise any lie,
Even always be ready at any moment to die,
Stand a danger face to face…

 

Many others like him there are standing side by side
Clad in armour and holding their shields in their arms,
Every one of them has a hot hammering heart,
That filled with spirit of holy belief and the pride.
They’ve come here not from the fields or the farms,
All of them are the masters of military art.

 

Call of duty has brought them together this time
To defend their Order of Hospitallers,
That is based on the island Rhodes at the edge of two seas
With their brave and strong leader the Grand Master Phillip de Villiers,
Who is more like a father for them, he is their prime,
Who never has his sensitive vigilance at ease.

 

The hard Turkish shelling destroyed the bell tower of St. Paul’s Church,
But it has not shaken the faith of the citizens in the defence,
And the English tower is brutally blasted; it looks like a ruthless and demonic torch,
Yet the defenders are trying to stop the invaders, this cruelty, and this violence.

 

Janissaries occupied the shore,
Right outside the inner walls of the destroyed English Tower,
And the knights are all ready to meet them and give them a worthy repulse.
There’re broken stones and the dust, every inch of the ground is sore
From the rise of the rage, that has a brutal and boundless power,
So that everyone can feel its frantic pulse.

 

For the years in the past
On this fruitful and beautiful island
Many people's thoughts and experience,
Like a fresh, lively wind covered everything fast,
Brought for many weak, sleepy souls the enlightenment and clearance,
So it finally became for them their new home and their land
In where an earthly man found the long awaited goodness at last,
Witnessed genuine grace and true compassion appearance,
Even some say that also the touch of the god's holy hand
Helped the people to build the place from the dust.

 

And now is the time,
When the fate presents the strength test of all residents,
And it shakes the entire island from the top and beneath.
The exhausted bells filled with anxious chime;
Again and again confirming the horror presence,
The Grand Master pulls out his sharp sword from its sheath.

 

Here he gives a clear sign
To be ready to go on the offensive,
The Knights of Saint John are in full ready state
There’s no time to lose, now the time is expensive,
And they bravely go forward to meet their fate;
None of them intents to resign,
Every one of them stands at this gate.

 

There is one of them with wounded shoulder,
Who with others, pulls out his strong sword from its sheath,
When the sharp stabbing pain shoots through the knight's bleeding hand;
Though the pain is still the pain even when you are wiser and older,
Yet he goes with the others, he clenches his teeth,
For in order to take this decisive last stand.

 

And the deafening clang
Of the swords crashes into the air,
The gap in the ranks quickly narrows.
Now the soldiers in the front line get a powerful thunderous bang,
And the crossbows release their deadly sharp arrows,
Taking lives of the good men and the men of the attacking gang,
Indiscriminately, rough, and unfair.

 

Janissary swings his sword,
And brings it down onto the knight
But he dodges the blow at the very last moment,
Then the knight gives his enemy a full worthy fight,
And defeats the opponent
Without any effort.

 

Another truculent foe,
Takes the chance and attacks him,
Shouting furiously, swallowing the dust,
Janissary's leaden face is brutal and grim,
Now the knight misses a sharp, deadly thrust
Of the enemy’s spear, and the powerful blow
Brings him down so ruthlessly and very fast,
So that he falls unconscious without any vim.
But his struggling mind still goes with the flow,
Clenching his bloody fists as the last.

 

For a moment he feels
Like the strength leaves him quickly,
And the hectic environment dissolves into the air,
Now the voices he hears waft vaguely and weakly,
Then, without any reason disappear somewhere,
And the pain from the wounds now is no longer there…

 

He opens his eyes,
And sees a beautiful glare;
It is all around him, and the glorious sound
Is flowing right out of the gorgeous, outgoing light
That is vast, so incredible, for there is no a certain bound
Of this place, that is friendly and heavenly bright,
It is open and clear, without a disguise,
And he looks with the wonder around
With the genuine delight and surprise.

 

“Where am I?
And what is this place?
It is beautiful and full of grace!”
And though he did not say it aloud,
Yet his thoughts had created the sound-
Like an echo in empty space.

 

Then he sees,
How out of the light
Glowing figures of people appear.
With the genuine ease
They approach to the knight.
Now their faces are visually clear.
There he falls on his knees,
He is so dazed and surprised.
For there are all his friends,
And the people he knows;
From the world's far ends,
Among them even those,
Who have died a long ago.
And everyone emanates
An unearthly, fine glow.
This environment creates
Sound's beautiful flow.

 

“Rise from your knees,
My dear, faithful friend”
The tender voice says gently from above;
“This place is a temple of holy grace and peace,
Your earthly trials came to their end,
Now you deserve forgiveness and love!”

 

“Please, go and join them,
They are all your friends,
You've saved your island, kept your strong belief,
Your earthly life will live on as a poem,
But holy life in here never ends,
And you’ll no longer know a loss and grief!”

 

The knight stands up,
And suddenly his soul fills up
With immense happiness and joy,
Its pure undefiled alloy...

 

       *           *           *

 

He joined his friends as story says,
And there were other knights,
Who perished there on those days,
And went to their holy lights.

 

Through all these years,
And centuries that gone,
Unfading memory of those uneasy roads,
That faithful knights and Philip de Villiers
There passed with honour, will live on,
About who bravely fell defending island Rhodes...

 

        ~~~~~+++~~~~~

          

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Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Three

These curses I evoke are the

words spoken by angels,

toking knowledge and wisdom,

an invitation to eat from the

tree of life...become a God; the

difference between a schizo and

I, a schizo does not believe I

am God-

 

I cannot pray, the tongues I

speak are not angelic...my

language is unholy; time after

time temptation became a friend

too trust, my life balances on
different scales now; what I

knew and the unknown-

 

The end of my journey began

the day I was born...invocations

of death at my front door, I

welcome her in, stays for awhile

then leaves in an uproar; she
says I am conspiring to kill
her from my existence...she does

not know death/her is more alive

than me-

My curse is poetic, too narrate my

life with pain and roller-coaster

emotions; an empty feeling without

being empty...became a father only

too miss my daughter daily, if I sleep
tonight I will shed tears of sadness

before I slumber-

 

Broken, yet stronger after each fall

too stand tall again, take a few steps

and fall again...judges keep your jury
silent, throw away your verdict;

judge my soul, critic my efforts when

I am standing up...everyone falls!

 

Outside my window the wind blows

and whistles, tree leaves rattle,

whispering; no vacancy in the

gallows, fire away...my ammunition

are these words I convey, "While
you creep, your soulmate sleeps

with the poet unknown, daydreaming
unknown dreams, consciously lost in

lust."

 

Soulkritic® 2014©



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Curses and Invocations....

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An unconventional love poem

Girls say they are looking for the right man, but they look right through me.

 

They say there want someone with similar interests, but they never want to get to know me.

 

So many have come and gone, and they don't know that by pushing me aside, they have taken a part of me. 

 

They take one look at me. 

That's it.

One look.

 

They see someone who enjoys and plays sports, but they immediately think typical jock.

 

They see someone who majors in a word they can't understand and they immediately think nerd.

 

But if they would have sat down and talked with me, they would know the truth.

 

That, yes, I've played sports, but I'm a little shy. 

 

And don't have tons of friends, I'm a close friend kind of guy.

 

Baseball and football are how I pass my time.

 

Heck, I rarely write poems and make them try to rhyme.

 

I've only been horseback riding once, but I would go again, I'll even go again for a date.

 

I feel uncomfortable at big parties, but with close friends, I will stay up late.

 

I spend some time playing video games.

 

But that's just because I love competition. 

 

That last line didn't rhyme. Oh well. It's my poem. I can do what I want.

 

They don't know that I will give them everything I can.

 

I'll be their man.

 

Who holds them tight. Every night. 

 

But I know we'll argue, and once and a while fight.

 

But after it's said and done. I will continue to treat you like the princess you are.

 

It's funny how people always say "don't judge a girl by what's on the outside, but what in the inside."

 

But to be completely honest with you. Both sexes do the same thing.

 

We see someone who isn't drop dead gorgeous and we automatically dismiss them.

 

How do you know he doesn't like the same music, food, movies, sports, art, or interests?

 

You don't. But guess what. He loves everything you do. 

 

And because he wasn't what your physical appearance of Prince Charming, you may have just passed up a better soulmate than the one you end up with. 

 

I sit here at night, and I think of a girl. 

 

A girl who I've spilled my heart and soul out to. 

 

A girl who I believe is perfect for me and I believe I am for her. 

 

She's currently searching for "the one"

 

I know her interests, but she doesn't know mine.

 

Cause she sees that I'm not the kind of guy every girl flocks to.

 

I don't want to get into specifics so I'll keep the message more general. 

 

So when people talk about how guys don't treat girl by their feelings instead of their looks. 

 

Girls, you do the same thing. 

 

Think about the friend you have who always says "Hi, how are you doing today." 

 

And instead of just saying "Hi" and killing the convo.

 

Why don't you ask him how his day is going. 

 

Maybe one day your lives will be doing the same thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It rhymes in some parts and doesnt in others. I wrote this in 20 mins, basically spilling out my feelings about the topic. 

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Oh, My Heart

Oh, my heart,

Why do you serve me?

Why do you serve me so well?

Is it my spirit or convictions?

How do I feed you?

What is it that drives you to withstand the challenges I feed you?

It your strength coming from you, or me?

Who is the leader?

How do I repay you for giving me life?

How do I repay for understanding your gift?

Needing to know, that is enough.

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Elizabeth

                                                  Elizabeth My love

Love is;
letting go...
Let go of the past,
let go of the future.
let go of the sorrows.
Love is;
Finding Happiness.
Love is;
Being True!
Love is;
Life
LOVE IS;
Becoming something more,
love is;
Finding hapiness and safety.
And my only love is you.

Elizabeth #$%##  #^^^$%^&

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my feelings.

www(What Went Wrong)

"What Went Wrong"(www)

 

(1st Verse)

I miss you more than these words can explain the pain is like rain when it pours.

I'm so cold and alone why are you gone? Can you hear me calling you every night?

This is my story of all the love and glory I have for you.

The breaths you take from me when I think of being without you.

I'm sorry for all the harmful words the damage I caused.

It doesn't always have to be this way I'll change your life make everything just right find me today I may not make it much longer.

(Chorus)

So when you coming home baby you always know where to find me.

The phone ain't ringing anymore everyone's gone now it's just you.

 

Come home today right now.

I don't care about what's his/her face if you look past what's his/her name we need to change for us.

 

(2nd Verse)

Seeing you with someone isn't what hurts it's every single breath I take without you.

Don't you hurt without me is it only me that feels this now?

I'm falling apart who am I where'd I go wrong let me fix it these stitches won't hold for long.

(repeat chorus) 

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

A love song

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A Path Towards Nowhere

As I gain control of the sun,

I don't know where these feelings came from


And soon engulfed in the power, I became corrupt

My soul at stake, and my heart sewn shut

 

With all to have, and everything to lose

To people to expect you, but later no one to enthuse

 

And like anything, nothing seems to go as planned

Beauty and grace, quickly sunken in the quicksand

 

Will you and I become like the one everyone dreams?

Or be the source of why everyone shivers and screams?

 

Tell me, is everything ever so perfect?

When all we see is beauty in the defect?

 

The balance must be exact, they say

Else things quickly fade and thus, end night and day

 

Life is so very hard, don't you think?

The pure water turns to blood, quickly down your sink

 

But you and I have lost the mind to care

When you've gone down a path towards nowhere

 

As I go deeper, the world becomes dark and lonely

Life becomes artificial, greedy, and phony


Even the calmest of hearts can go dark

To the quietest rabbit, into a hungry shark


And the sky has no own to owe it to shine down to

Our hearts are now corrupt, frozen, and black and blue


And thus everything becomes pitch black

And those we love the most, die from a heart attack

All because we ignored the qualities we lack.


Everything can change by just one small decision

Little do we know it can change what we envision


What ever will you call a home now?


Everything but the past and dust upon what we call living

To what we cherished, fought, and nature that was once giving...











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