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10 years 5 months ago - 10 years 5 months ago #124638 by
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Poem is meant to be read with this picture in mind:

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And while listening to this song.



Vengeance at a Price

Deep into the Darkness
from the light I now descend
Unfinished business calls to me
a rift that I must mend

The demons stand in awe and shock
realizing what they see
The knight they killed was coming back
this surely could not be

In front of them I stand reborn
vengeance as my blade
I'll put an end to all of this
I am not afraid

When all is done and over with
and my enemies are slain
I wander to my resting place
and I forget my pain

I then begin to realize
though the battle has been won
Heaven no longer waits for me
you can ascend but only once

That's the price that I must pay
for the vengeance I have brought
I accept this and I close my eyes
for that is what I sought

As I return back to the void
the Angels start to sing
Forever stories will be told
of victory I did bring
~Rai
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10 years 5 months ago #124837 by Wescli Wardest
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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

-William Shakespeare-
Monastic Order of Knights
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10 years 5 months ago #124869 by
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Rai,

I have tears rolling down my cheeks,
The hair is standing up on my arms
The heart is wide open loving this beautiful gift that you have extended here
The picture, the music, the poem . .exquisite offering.
Bliss


My deepest gratitude
Thank You,
Mareeka

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10 years 5 months ago #125371 by
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Masks Are

Confusion,
hiding,
scared,
worried,
lies,
Truths,
Fakes,
Masks are for all of these.
What is real?
What is fake?

Masks,
show part of the truth,
But hide the rest.
Masks,
we throw them on,
even when we first meet someone.
Masks,
They get put on
when something doesn't go our way.

Truths,
What is the True truth?
Is it both sides of the story put together?
Truth,
there is no truth,
but not everything is false.
Truth,
understanding creates truth.
Knowing is not truth.
Truth,
Does not exist,
Because no one's reality is the same.

Lies,
what is a lie?
But the truth in someone else's reality.
Lies,
Peopel create them to keep themselves safe.
To hide away.
Behind their masks.

Emotions,
Do you throw them away?
Do you let them take control?
Emotions.
Balance.
Understanding.
Masks exist because those three,
do not exist in equality.
So masks will always exist,
Because we can not be truthful to the world.

Except,
one person,
They walk into our lives,
we throw on our masks,
but that one person,
pulls the mask off over time.

Trust,
Understanding.
Confusion.
Worry.
Love.
Perfection.

Masks fall away,
only when perfection comes to us.
But perfection depends
on our reality.

Masks,
Can protect.
Masks,
can hurt.
Masks,
Are breakable.
Masks
Are.....


By Veltra

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10 years 4 months ago #127095 by
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He’s equal with the Gods, that man
Who sits across from you,
Face to face, close enough, to sip
Your voice’s sweetness,

And what excites my mind,
Your laughter, glittering. So,
When I see you, for a moment,
My voice goes,

My tongue freezes. Fire,
Delicate fire, in the flesh.
Blind, stunned, the sound
Of thunder, in my ears.

Shivering with sweat, cold
Tremors over the skin,
I turn the colour of dead grass,
And I’m an inch from dying.

-Sappho

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10 years 4 months ago #127798 by Kohadre
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The warrior

Through fire we are formed, standing with conviction
Through battle we are polished, a perfect depiction

Of the challenges we face, and fight to overcome
Until the day, that the fight is won.

Feet first we go, into the fray
And hope we live, to die another day

With courage in our hearts, we raise our flag
And fly it until all that's left is a war torn rag

Try as we may, try as we might
We can never seem to grasp, that alluring respite

For feet first we drop, with a steady breath
Prepared for and ready, that we will meet death.
So long and thanks for all the fish
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10 years 3 months ago #131213 by Kohadre
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Walking on coals
For some time my friend
I've been walking along the road
I've been walking along the road
Seeing what comes
And seeing what goes
For some time my friend
I've Been walking along the road

It's a long road to heaven
and I'm taking the shorter path
Sooner or later I know I'm gonna burn
And face our mad gods wrath
But while im here I'm wondering
on which way I should go
To get the place I'm going
Will I ever know

Each of us wanders
around the bend of life
With quite a bit of fighting
and no small amount of strife
But in the end you'll find my friend
It's all just in your mind
Release yourself from bondage, and freedom you will find

It's a long road to heaven
and I'm taking the shorter path
Sooner or later I know I'm gonna burn
And face our mad gods wrath
But while im here I'm wondering
on which way I should go
To get the place I'm going
Will I ever know

Towards my destination
with courage in my heart
With hope that I'll get there
With freedom I depart
And if you ever find me
Your welcome to embark
With me on my Journey
That only has a start.

It's a long road to heaven
and I'm taking the shorter path
Sooner or later I know I'm gonna burn
And face our mad gods wrath
But while im here I'm wondering
on which way I should go
To get the place I'm going
Will I ever know

It's a long road to heaven
and I'm taking the shorter path
Sooner or later I know I'm gonna burn
And face our mad gods wrath
But while im here I'm wondering
on which way I should go
To get the place I'm going
Will I ever know
So long and thanks for all the fish
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10 years 3 months ago - 10 years 3 months ago #131214 by
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The Temple of Existence


The knight came to this treasured hall
to heed the universal call.
To The Force he was enthralled
to bring about a righteous fall.

The temple was lit with images of light,
of mechanisms hid out of sight,
that worked the Universal Core
and kept the keys to secret doors.

The knight could see what others could not,
embracing these that many had sought.
The dark one had been here before
to manipulate the magic doors.

The knight he stood and made his signs
to manipulate the magic lines.
Here he dissolved the dark one's deeds,
by configuring the magic keys.

Existence moved with a start
to the tempo of the knight's heart,
realigned by these invisible keys
to The Force's mystic need.
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10 years 3 months ago #131323 by Wescli Wardest
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POVERTY DEFINES TRUE WEALTH
written 25th Oct 2013
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I don't know if human's will ever see
every soul born, is right where it's meant to be
For the rich to become the richest
there has to be a place for the poorest

The entire world is built up from the same level, dirt
each soul is born without knowledge to cause hurt
Humanity teaches us what a human's life is worth, by money and glory
I am to believe "all lives are priceless, every soul fit's to tell Earth's story

The luckiest to be born, is that of a poor man
he learn's the treasures, of "everything he can
Those born into all riches, have no true understanding of "richness
seeing us not as human's, but those living in poverty "as an illness

Love start's from the soul, and from there, it is taught to grow
the rich find another kind of love, one only brought with dough
Love, trust, compassion and grace, defining the difference in richest and wealth
t'is the beggar off the street, who climbs the toughest road to earn his wealth

He is the most blessed man, he is rewarded with the most valuable key
for his wealth, is humanly "uncountable, for only God know's the value of he...
Monastic Order of Knights
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10 years 3 months ago - 10 years 3 months ago #132617 by
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Well, I just found out this one's getting published in a poetry magazine called Lastbench. My first published poem! From now on I will only wear cravats, and only answer to "the Poet". It's about a famous place in Iceland, and that feeling of vertigo when you suddenly experience the weight of history. No? Just me? :whistle:

Þingvellir
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Out onto the plain Icy lakes meet tiny spires Beneath a final mountain range Beyond, toward untold horizons Reaching on across the earth. We tread the hallowed crag Disturb a wary ptarmigan Snow-flecked grim persistent spirit Here before the first men stood On Iceland’s unknown shore. Together walk the new earth My infant son in arms, And cut the ridge as the world splits Out to the speaker’s stone Where ancient men agreed to reason. From there we climbed the steps men cut As men we reached the plateau Through rocks we glimpsed the future Locked in mountains, glaciers hid Creeping on and on and on, Found there above the world A cut-glass rushing waterfall Eroding frost-sprayed rocks Their grey-green hue unchanged And I felt the past behind me, Vaster than all distance.
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