Her Faith

The hand that held her ,
With the promise of love,
Nowhere then to be held,
When she hung from a cliff.

Her feet kicked around,
Searching for some ground.

Her arms held on in pain.
As numbness crept within.

Her ears deaf from her screams
Still no sign of that hand.

Her voice muted to her own ears
Love faded into an abyss.

Her eyes judging the fall,
Looking up once for that hand.

Her mind in constant re runs,
Of memories once held dear.

Now thanked the lord for her faith,
The faith that helped let go,
Of the hand that held her,
Away from her destiny.

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My Kingdom

I have under my skin,
The blood of a king,
I ride these paths,
Into the valley on man,
To dethrone the coward,
Who hides from me,
Keeping me from my destiny.
I am the king,
The king of kings,
In search of my kingdom.

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One Day

On this one day,
Beautiful sunny day,
I craved to stay inside,
Curled under my special blanket.

I didnt have a worry.
I didnt have a memory.

My words at ease.
My world at rest.

I turned my face away from the sun,
Said a little prayer for everyone outside,
I pulled the blanket over my head,
As I drifted back into my trance.

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Somewhere Behind

Somewhere behind,
I left a turn,
I cant remember where
I cant remember when,
I am too far to go back,
I dont know what I am looking for anymore.

Somewhere behind,
I left a memory,
I cant remember who
I cant remember what
I am too far to go back,
I dont know what I am looking for anymore.

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Mistakes

Dont wait for any more words
Leave the way you came
The door opens out
Forget my face for your sake
I dont exist, Till I say I do
I am your worst mistake
Dont make it worse

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Of Teachings And Visions

The teachings are out there,
For us all to see,
Through our eyes,
Sewn shut in pride.

We question whats out there,
We create a world behind darkness,
So when we do open our eyes,
We imagine we will see good.

Then we visoned in unison,
Of a world wonderful and full,
Knoweldge was to be crowned king,
But we chose democracy instead.

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Sunk Revolutions

Revolutions gone bad ,
The graves lay barren,
In our quest for immortality,
Living our deaths, day to day.

This day, the Lord forgotten,
In miseries, we still seek poets,
Their twisted words, their politics,
To shelter us from the war of minds.

The mighty shall prevail, they say,
When nothing left to conquer;
Death will have his last laugh,
Our scum are no longer his to take.

Foes and friends, poetry in head,
Faces unknown, face to face,
Drawn swords and broken lives,
Thirsting over a fallen dream.

The fox that set this revolution,
Lay quiet in an only grave,
Into the mud he sank,
No more words, no more wisdom,

In search of wealth, the rest left,
Fighting over paper like it were god,
Fires that raged, set forth one nation,
Glory onto man, under shut eyes of the Lord.

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