Thursday, 2 October 2014

Bleeding (Poem)



So the aprons and thine mildness 
Silently stood, weeping resisting 
My mind upholding and tearing apart 
What remained from mine previous start
And so it goeth farther and further 
I'm a man standing on Green, walking on Red
No, I'm not bull, not even mad. 
I simply see there is no one who cares about bleeding me. 

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Confidence (Poem)



Get in line
For confidence
That comes from pure wells of mine
I see with mine eyes how coward is falling but brave
Still withholding the strength of men and won't bend
Like well forged steel he will bend only with passion and fire of ire.

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Mystery (Poem)



So within the upbeat time
I claim for teeth and sharp fangs
And Greek language
I grow as a seed of an Oak
Very quiet but liveth till age of old.
In time I find the Gold...

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Smith (Poem)



Forever beveled upon an apron
Of right things this is schön
I seek for wealth and forge a shield
Now time has become very mild.

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Hues of Ire (Poem)



New, who knew
That Ireland has so much colour
So pretty hue,
I wish
I want
I feel
Therefor I stay, there is no debt to pay.

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Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Da Vinchi (Poem)



And so he was a genius
Was of high thought and mind
Now, he is alone in vanity of his own
Dying to be born,
Alas the darkness cometh from his heart, not mind
Therefor he dreams of nothing.
Nuff said, Da Vinchi is already dead.

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My love (Poem)



I wanna go away with sun surrounding me,
I wish I wasn't alone, I wish she were with me.
When I look upon shiny side of dark moon, all I see
Is a forgotten tree and an unfolding mystery.
Therefor Прости! Меня прости...

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Lie for rent (Poem/Song Lyrics)

If my lie is for rent,
I won't dare to pretend
'cause now is my current
And if I fall or stumble upon a wall
I will rise once again.
Rise once more.

If my lie is justly affecting your lie
I won't ever asketh 'why?'
Players never die.

If my lie is a fall
And even an autumn
I may fall before thee
And beg for mercy till morrow.

Danke schön!

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My wish (Love)



To monetize a poem
I must
To find Marie Meltzer
Is only wish I have now
Is my only lust.

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Author (Poem)



IDK what got into me,
But I wanna fly
High, high, high,
Till the moment you say: Aye!
He is my Stan Lee
My shining Author for ev'ry other wannabe. :-D

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Alrighty Then (Poem)




Alrighty, bloody almighty
Why wouldn't you fail
Why wouldn't you try
Till the morrow
Till the presence of mine eye?

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Snuffling (Poem)


Search for delight, remains out of sight,
I walk upon our Earth, I pass on by,
Till one day
I won't be as much as already am alive.
Aye!


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Empty Pocket (Poem)




Some sort of absence
I'd love to stab you with suspense
However I have only few old shillings...

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Budget (Poem)



Budget is quinsy
Life is a bit quirky
I simply pass
On mine path
Ceasingly for steady Goth
I met some days afore my life went wrong.

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Sky Phone (Poem)



I gonna write, it doesn't matter
What it is you have inside
Let's put all of it up higher
It simply will write itself
So my pen would be a middleman
Of gods to to other gods and men.

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My kilt (Poem)



My kilt is still covered with grease
I feel the pain
Slightly going insane
Does it even matters?
Why I made it, warum Ich gemacht dies?
Now, Freeze!
Yo freeze!!!

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Bells (Poem)



Bells, do they even ring?
Or bring the ring that sells?
Do you even try
Not to be another useless fry?
Think Mcfly!
Go beyond the sky!

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Mystic's vow (Poem)



Till I find the right time,
I'll preserve my best rhyme
My best thought,
And the passion to live to know it
Will haunt to the day I'm out
Then you'll have an answer or an eternity of doubt.

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Moral of the story (Poem)

Moral of the story biz:
Get up on time
Keep on punching
Till you blow the money penyata up
And feel like you need to get that seed is within thine need.
Grid.
Feed that is good indeed.

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Confused mind (Poem)



To sell or not
To drink or ask
For proper knot
I asketh for thine
Swiftness, for thine mercy
and thine driftness.

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Search (Poem)



Place of search
And sweetest light
At times darkness
Encloses mine light

But yet within I find
Fire that only single
One I do admire.

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Mindings (Poem)



Aye Lmao,
I gonna destroy
Navigate to the battle stations.
Prepare for the land actions.
Take over Patrons,
And finally, please bring me thine bones.
They might be heavy as stones.  

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