power

Speak the Word

Speak the Word


Hope is a power,

An evil Devour.


Love is a song,

Steady and long.


Peace is a bird,

A flock above the herd.


Yet these Words will diminish,

Unless we do not Cower,

Unless we sound the Gong,

Unless we Speak the Word.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sorry it was short. I made that one awhile ago and it really touched my heart.

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Unbound Faith

Faith is unbound by extremist pressure,
Lick the wounds of a liberal fissure.
The point-blank wound given an emissary,
A Soluble cure for the target preliminary.

 

A fast food chain of asphyxiation,
We give up hope for the stationary.
All falsehood gospels of visionary,
Cough and whine under political disciplinary.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Short, but to the point, I would think. 

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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Genesis

The Stepford Model

     We are programmed. We are complacent.

     Eve was never tempted.

     The apple never bittten.

 

No evil allowed. No knowledge of the choice of evil.

 

Human existence- simplified, beautiful, lacking.

      an eerie Sim-like board game

      Everyone wins. (No one cares.)

 

Bitten apple. Serpant wins.

      Vast knowledge and an evil.

      Depth now applicable within the

      Human spirit, the human experience. (Freedom of choice.)

 

Wars, destruction

      Under human control

      Optional-

      Part of the apple's contract

 

The Lord's power is great, yet

      Allows for us to choose.

      Everyone wins. But world's evil is not 

 

At the blame of the Creator

      but at the application, the choice

      of humans to give in to and act upon

      The knowledge of evil.

 

 

This is why I despise snakes. 

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Power of One

I am the ocean, I am the hurricane, I am the sleeping giant, I am the Animal, I am fear, I am the flames, I am the concrete beneath your feet, I am what the devil fears, I am what god may or may not love, I See among the masses disregard for human respect for one another, Though I am one, I will change this Tide with the force of a thousand titans strong with one word that is misunderstood by all, Love.

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EXCEL BYOND 45

EXCEED THRIVE EXERTION MOTIVATION ASTRONOMIC AND IGNITING THE FLAME.DRIVING WITHOUT EXPECTATION WITHIN THE CHALLENGES THAT COME FOR-WROTH AND ARE PRESENTED TO THE BOARD GAME. NEGLECTING OBSTACLE AND DOUBTS TO CHANGE FOR A WORLD THAT IS NOT THE SAME.HOPES AND DREAMS SUSTAIN A BLANCE OF DETERMINATION MUCH NEED TO LOOK BEYOND THE STAR,ONE STEP CLOSE TO THE PLANT WE CALL MARS...TO UNDERSTAND THE IMAGE OF WHO WE ARE.... ENLIGHTEN ME FREEBASE THE MIND BYOND AND FAR

Author's Notes/Comments: 

THE MIND IS A BEAUTIFUL THING....GREEDY45

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Black Fever

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Cthulhu Mythos

Painful and fatal disease

Not of this world...

Drawn down by Surama

Former priest of Atlantis.

 

Surama was a mummy;

But back restored to life

By a necromantic ritual

Performed in North Africa.

 

Wisdom and power

If the disease was spread.

Disgusted with this idea,

Surama left the humane.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Man

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Man

Accompanied by a single fearful soldier A General spoke of an acient tale passed down through generations He spoke of a lone, powerful king whose empire enveloped the earth the man that approached him the child that left his eyes sparked terror yet absent of fear constant visions of saddness death and despair yet he stay unnafected by these, cowardly things... his mind that led what his hands had built the song of his queen eased the pain of his will, listen 2 his voice of power and command which flows throughout the hearts of men, "LOOK AT ALL THAT I HAVE DONE YEE WHO ARE AMBITIOUS FEEL MY AMBITION YEE WHO TRY AND CONQUER ME TREMBLE IN DESPAIR" the general looked at his soldier and said with open arms that the king which once had lived gave up everything for me and he did the same for you and with profound love, that soldier knew it 2 be true

I Hold The Power

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I hold the power,

everything's in my hands.

At the top of my tower,

I make the plans.

 

Am I benevolent,

will I be nice?

I'm wise like an elephant,

but so cold, like ice.

 

I won't give you praise,

I won't give you love,

there won't be a pay raise,

from the power above.

 

I have no soul,

my heart is black,

dark as coal,

and kindness, I lack.

 

I won't be surprised,

if they decide to revolt.

I will be alive,

as they fill me with jolts.

 

They let out a cheer,

which will chill me forever;

but at least they are here,

and I brought them together.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Almost missed today, but I wasn't feeling to great today so I spent a majority of my day in bed. Still, the posts are still coming. This piece was kind of my look at some old monarchys in the past, or an idea for a story of mine. As always, criticism is welcome and appreciated.

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