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OVER THE MOON: POETRY (VOLUME #5)
HeroLife is not a fairytale,
I’m not a princess locked in a tower,
And you’re not a knight in shining amour,
There’s no dragons, or trials or quests,
And yet despite all this,
You’re still like a hero to me,
Someone to look up to,
Who’s always willing to help me,
With all my problems, big or small,
A good friend is so much better than a knight,
They seek no glory or reward,
Staying even on the bad days,
Without asking for anything in return.
Holy Child/Hero of the RevolutionIn more impressionable eras, in more expensive suits
With diamond coated calamities and buildings stuck to their roots
There is no right or wrong, only words to lead the way
And a holy child to spark the charge against the day
You martyrs underneath the surface of the water
Carry your baggage and become a legend
Leave your family for the infantry
Scared and free, dying happily to become a hero of the revolution
In the composed conversations between gunfights
In the shaking hands that keep them awake at night
In the carefree games of nuclear tag with the rules too bent
In the time that we'd call well spent
In the shell shocked walkers we mock
In the barricaded doors we forget to lock
In the death of their friends set ablaze in the river
In the stomach that can't handle its dinner
In the feelings pushed so far down you've forgotten
In the trauma that always comes with it
In the feet swept out from under themselves
In the doctors that take the bodies somewhere else
In the things they see
sugarbluebell, HenryQuellish, DC-26
HeroIt could be said concrete, that he who conquers he world
was far from the villain of the piece or placement within such a role
he ceased to deceive himself….
coming from the belly of that world
believing it to be the mothering earth we all cod ourselves
into declaring it, on the official records to be…
Vile, vinyl, penal colony, of a nostalgia for the non-existent
why so insist on keeping?
If the villain is the surrounding scenery
then he who plays its game
becomes in the right hands and means
the hero of the world itself
and do not heroes state their mission
and status….
on the conquering, submission of an enemy?
Let he, on heart of cruel uprisings
become a substitute for the world
a villain in himself…but less so in compare
to that which he stands against….
and given, if successful….
….is he not truly…a hero above all heroes
in the end?
The Wise Woman of the ApacheCome dance with me
Come dance with me
Here I stand all alone
Come dance with me
Come dance with me
I hold no arms
Come dance with me
Come dance with me
I ask four times
And you follow me
Follow me follow me
As I dance into the dark
Follow me follow me
Hold me close
If I’m lucky lucky
Your people wont kill me
If I’m lucky lucky
My people may tell stories about me
You are the killer
You followed me
Held me close
I take your knife
But things turn bad for me
I try to run, I try to flee
But you grip me tight
Taking hold of me
I feel the cold
I feel death close
Its coming for me
I turn around I turn around
I lift my head
sink my teeth into your neck
Blood flows from thee
Blood flows from thee
Pouring down my neck
As you fight me
Blood flows from thee
Blood flows from thee
Down my dress onto me feet
I released my hold
you fall dead
My revenge is done
My husband may now rest his head
I find the knife
I find your blade
I steal your heart from your chest
I steal your scalp from your
Poem - Liquid GravesLiquid Graves
I tried to save a drowning world
just one person or many more
in response I found myself
holding tight to a slack rope
consider why this might be
the cause for rampant suffering
victims sent to their fates
while the waters drew them in
dissonance will rule the day
when cognitive is sent astray
denying all that conflicts
with beliefs held close to heart
contradictions are the norm
up is down while left is right
as the discomfort indicates
worse may come if truth is met
embarrassment follows next
declaring error cannot pass
for losing face is tantamount
to deepest shame one can endure
in for the penny says the proud
a pound to follow no matter what
to see the end at any price
if pride is bruised by facts at hand
information is not enough
when stubbornness is job one
drawing lines that can’t be crossed
without offending ego’s charge
by the bane of firm belief
buttressed by aplomb’s deceit
the afflicted will turn away
descending deep to liquid graves.
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Emmaessence, BelarusianPsycho, greensh
{HERO} SONGLet go of your worries
Nagging thoughts best left ignored
Let them flow like snow flurries
In the winds of the storm
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Raise your head
And stand your ground
For your will must be unbroken
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You're not dead
So make us proud
your words strong but softly spoken
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Do not cry
Peace within
Linger not on those departed
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If you must fight
Then don't begin
Only end what has been started
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Be prepared
The plot unfurls
As you uncover the truth
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Since you dare
The whole world
Will turn its fangs upon you
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Don't turn turn tail
When things look dim
There's a light behind the sorrow
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Will you fail
Will you win
Or even see the sun tommorow?
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Looking deep inside my soul
am I ready to pay the toll?
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If this really is the end
And I face those I didn't defend;
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Will I truly be ready then?
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I will tell myself today
Just stay strong it'll be okay
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Then tommorrow I will say:
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Surely I'm not the hero you need, born with power unrevealed
Could be I try desperately,
Day 11 Hero (Napowrimo 2018)She's dancing in the wind, flowers on her head,
The most beautiful person I've ever seen.
Why? Why couldn't she have met someone else instead?
With that smile, she can drag me from Hell, my queen.
I wish time would stop, on this soft flower bed,
Blue skies, blues eyes, blue hair, and the rest: all green.
They call me Hero, but I really don't know
How to escape from this feelings inferno.
Finding A HeroHow do I find a hero …
Is there really one out there?
I’ve given up on ‘Superman’
But just want someone to care
I don’t believe that here on earth
The answers can be found
For only heaven knows the truth
And that’s where love abounds
My life down here is complex
With troubles that aren’t plain
I’ve looked for answers everywhere
But none can cure my pain
Yet if somehow I find him
I’ll know at once you see
The truth will be in his eyes
And my heart will jump with glee
There’ll be no need for lengthy words
For we both will then just know
That an end will be in sight
And those suffering years will go
KaurisAzurai, LualaDy, sevvysgirl
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