please grow up enough to be able to give an intelligent and educated response. Pretty obvious from you two's bios and the way you act that you are not much more than 9-13, and possibly an avatar of OLBH or Brandino. or a sibling. Do not post here again, if you cannot tell me WHY you don't enjoy my poems.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
please grow up enough to be able to give an intelligent and educated response. Pretty obvious from you two's bios and the way you act that you are not much more than 9-13, and possibly an avatar of OLBH or Brandino. or a sibling. Do not post here again, if you cannot tell me WHY you don't enjoy my poems.
avatar of OBLH 😆
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
please grow up enough to be able to give an intelligent and educated response. Pretty obvious from you two's bios and the way you act that you are not much more than 9-13, and possibly an avatar of OLBH or Brandino. or a sibling. Do not post here again, if you cannot tell me WHY you don't enjoy my poems.
Ouch! that had to hurt
You wish my caring to depart,
And think nothing of what I hold in my heart,
Begging me to forget and live on,
You want no more of our slow sad song,
Thinking not of our pain we have shared,
Nor of the truths in us we bared,
Just all about YOU and what you want,
So go and leave, and take a jaunt,
Remove your life from my world and see,
You meant so much to us, to me,
But I guess that matters little to you,
You are going to do what you want to do,
But remember this; one final thing,
We will remember, and we will sing,
We'll sing a new song, one of sorrow,
One with hope placed in tomorrow,
That you may return strong and anew,
No one shall ever forget about you.
If you desire battle, fight me not with words but steel,
For I know what it is like, I know what I feel,
When I look into eyes with life fleeing from within,
Yes, I have done such great sin.
But with forgiveness I am a man once more,
So come on knave, try to even the score,
Draw your blade and find me here,
The hot desert sand and the sun that sears,
If you are man enough to whine and complain,
Be man enough to see how deep blood can stain,
Come try to pierce my heart, beating strong,
Come prove you are right while I remain wrong,
I am not afraid if it is my time to die,
I have stared that angel plenty in the eye,
For Death is an old lover of mine,
And for my soul she hungers, begs and whines,
I can feel her grasp my arms when I awake,
But I long ago broke free from her embrace.
Can you, a coward, stare her clean on?
Can you, filth, survive the siren song?
Will you finish me and take my head?
Or will I slay you and your second instead?
My blade thirsts for new blood to drink,
Yours might just quench it tonight, I think,
Dare you still face me today?
Or has fear now gripped your heart in fell sway?
Shall we dance this final waltz on earth,
Or are you going to show your real worth?
The worth of a child, lacking the fortitude,
One who only anonymous can be rude,
A sad little waif who has only word?
From what I have seen, what I have heard,
You are worthy of naught but a spit on the dust,
Your life and your words in my sight rust,
You crumble away as the facade lifts free.
I see you true. Come see me.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Sorry, but you want to duel with me, I don't leave it at first blood. I go all the way, Like Bad MotherF###@$%!s and yahoo baby! haha!
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
If you desire battle, fight me not with words but steel,
For I know what it is like, I know what I feel,
When I look into eyes with life fleeing from within,
Yes, I have done such great sin.
But with forgiveness I am a man once more,
So come on knave, try to even the score,
Draw your blade and find me here,
The hot desert sand and the sun that sears,
If you are man enough to whine and complain,
Be man enough to see how deep blood can stain,
Come try to pierce my heart, beating strong,
Come prove you are right while I remain wrong,
I am not afraid if it is my time to die,
I have stared that angel plenty in the eye,
For Death is an old lover of mine,
And for my soul she hungers, begs and whines,
I can feel her grasp my arms when I awake,
But I long ago broke free from her embrace.
Can you, a coward, stare her clean on?
Can you, filth, survive the siren song?
Will you finish me and take my head?
Or will I slay you and your second instead?
My blade thirsts for new blood to drink,
Yours might just quench it tonight, I think,
Dare you still face me today?
Or has fear now gripped your heart in fell sway?
Shall we dance this final waltz on earth,
Or are you going to show your real worth?
The worth of a child, lacking the fortitude,
One who only anonymous can be rude,
A sad little waif who has only word?
From what I have seen, what I have heard,
You are worthy of naught but a spit on the dust,
Your life and your words in my sight rust,
You crumble away as the facade lifts free.
I see you true. Come see me.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Bring it.
For POB
Get up my brother, and draw again your blade,
Stand with me and fight on our battle,
Or shall we all give up and down lay,
Being slaughtered like mindless cattle?
Stand strong for thy lady, whose tears drive you on,
Remember your allies and fellow princes of our 'verse.
Remember that poem from her, that sweet sad song,
And rebuke the foe, return their curse,
Let out the pain you hold close in-souled,
Use it to lend strength to weary bones,
Regain your swagger from days of old,
And ignore the spirit's aches and groans.
This battle is won, the future set hard,
The war will soon be over my friend.
'Till our day comes, though, we bear our scars,
Waiting for the Master to come again.
And when He comes to vanquish the beast,
I want you there standing with us in glory,
We shall all enjoy one last great feast,
And end the revelry with your life story!
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Ok, this came to me yesterday. Take a look at your hands, really look now, and then read this.Life traced in lines and wrinkles,
Time spent forms these crinkles,
Scars from yesteryear,
Softness belies all the fear,
Ink show the poetic soul,
Paint the artist's world in whole,
Blood a killer working again,
A tatto that states who to defend,
Tears from unrequited love,
Down soft, a gift of a dove,
Papercuts, and an empty cube,
Crack cocaine in a stained-glass tube,
Mud and muck from the construction site,
Pieces of glass from broken lights,
Clear water from the neighborhood pool,
Massage lotion to ease and to cool,
When you look upon your hands today,
About your life, what do they say?
And are you happy about it?
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
As deep as the bluest of oceans,
As pure as the newest spring,
As kind as the gentlest caress,
That is your loving.You stoke a flame in my heart,
It burns white-hot as the sun,
And if I were to die today,
Warmth out would still run,The softest kiss from you to me
Causes my blood to roar like a river,
When you wink at my visage,
It makes my spine shiver,To have you in my life here
Is as a dying man being saved,
My thirst is quenched and sated,
And to your heart I am enslaved.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
To the fool a wise man seems foolish,
To the child an adult seems a child,
Their status sometimes want to switch,
And live the other's life for a while,But the fool cannot be wise,
And the child cannot grow tall,
Without walking the miles,
And learning the truth of ALL.All encompasses us completely,
All fulfills us so neatly,
All is why some live today,
All is why I live this way.The whole world requires attention,
The All is missing the love it desires,
While others forget to pay attention,
The All wanders into the fire.Burning and in pain, the screams echo,
The All cries out and wants to let go,
Who will stand and help them stand?
Who will join me and be human?
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
You wish my caring to depart,
And think nothing of what I hold in my heart,
Begging me to forget and live on,
You want no more of our slow sad song,
Thinking not of our pain we have shared,
Nor of the truths in us we bared,
Just all about YOU and what you want,
So go and leave, and take a jaunt,
Remove your life from my world and see,
You meant so much to us, to me,
But I guess that matters little to you,
You are going to do what you want to do,
But remember this; one final thing,
We will remember, and we will sing,
We'll sing a new song, one of sorrow,
One with hope placed in tomorrow,
That you may return strong and anew,
No one shall ever forget about you.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
If you desire battle, fight me not with words but steel,
For I know what it is like, I know what I feel,
When I look into eyes with life fleeing from within,
Yes, I have done such great sin.
But with forgiveness I am a man once more,
So come on knave, try to even the score,
Draw your blade and find me here,
The hot desert sand and the sun that sears,
If you are man enough to whine and complain,
Be man enough to see how deep blood can stain,
Come try to pierce my heart, beating strong,
Come prove you are right while I remain wrong,
I am not afraid if it is my time to die,
I have stared that angel plenty in the eye,
For Death is an old lover of mine,
And for my soul she hungers, begs and whines,
I can feel her grasp my arms when I awake,
But I long ago broke free from her embrace.
Can you, a coward, stare her clean on?
Can you, filth, survive the siren song?
Will you finish me and take my head?
Or will I slay you and your second instead?
My blade thirsts for new blood to drink,
Yours might just quench it tonight, I think,
Dare you still face me today?
Or has fear now gripped your heart in fell sway?
Shall we dance this final waltz on earth,
Or are you going to show your real worth?
The worth of a child, lacking the fortitude,
One who only anonymous can be rude,
A sad little waif who has only word?
From what I have seen, what I have heard,
You are worthy of naught but a spit on the dust,
Your life and your words in my sight rust,
You crumble away as the facade lifts free.
I see you true. Come see me.
notworthy WOW, you have such a way with words!! shock 😍 one of the best poets I know.. not that I know many, anyways, heh bag