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InterimTruth falls apart, men tremble, quake and roar -  No, "we", I mean, for "men"'s been sundered, too.  We rend the robes, the scapulars we wore,  Our flags wave, though self-evident, untrue,  And men - no, "we" again, say truth is dead:  The truths we knew are gone, and they were all.  We find no bed to rest a wearied head,  We find no roof remains, nor standing wall.  Now wand'ring through the wasteland that is left,  We do not think (or dare!) to look beneath  And find the truth is buried, but bereft,  We rest, instead, on black-burnt laurel wreath,  And revel in the shattered truths Interim
Xehanort's sonnethow does a person's heart work  is it the warmth of the light  or is it the dark that lurks  I must find out how it might  is light the heart's true power  
or could it be the darkness  that makes people fear and cower  who knows perhaps a heart goddess  whatever it is it must be mine  this power is greater than any other  the power of earth space and time  darkness flooded and my heart covered  so now I'm lost in the dark  tell me now where is my heart Xehanort's sonnet
UnchartedUncharted road  Uncharted waters  Familiar in a sense  Yet brand new   
My love for you  It burns within  
My being   
Yet this road  Is unfamiliar, new  
Yet I've known it too   
I love you  I love you  
With all my being   
Flying again  Exploring again  Feeling again  Seems all brand new   
Uncertain  Testing the ground  Assurances  
I hear from you  All around   
Hearing your voice  Feeling your touch  Knowing your there  Here with me   
I love you  Forever, Always   Uncharted
2012Why be weary of two thousand and twelve?  Infinite possibilities happen  Every second, between now and then.  The world could thrive in two thousand twelve.   
The worst may come in two thousand and twelve.  Nature's retribution spares nothing.  Yet, it's man's nature to keep on living  Against all odds in two thousand and twelve.   
Our lives aren't etched in stone nor dictated  By impulsive whims of so-called prophets.  Our lives are ours, yet we often forget  And take the strength to change things for granted.   
We could never know what tomorrow brings.  Our t 2012
Undone we've becomeWhen there's nothing left to show  And ya know ya got to go  And fly away  Oh oh ohhhhhh  And theres nothing left to live for  
And you're running on empty  
And the world, it still spins  And the world, oh, it still spins  Round baby  Oh, baby  Save me   
Ohh ohhh ohhh darling look what we've become  The genius has succumb  To the to the force ahhh- bove  Why do we try?  Why do we bother?  Why do I still carry on?  When all hope is lost, and the light turns to dark,  Why do we still move onnnnn?  It's for the song, song, song, baby,  It's Undone we've become
Her AuditionEyes cast down, face turned to the side. Pink flush seeping over ivory complexion. Long waterfall of brown hair pulled high on her pate. Leotard night black. Skirt of loose white. Knees shaking with uncertainty. Stages dimly lit. Spotlight overhead. Leering gazing intent on every move. Piano drifts though empty room. Limbs move timidly at first than gain confidence with music. Her favorite composition flowing through her body, her movements. Arms sail overhead. Neck bent back. Spinning simplicity. Chocolate threads weave about fingers stretched to the sky.  
 
He can't take his eyes off the beautiful girl spinning, in her own world. Her Audition
the mind of poetryThe mind of poetry  
 
Let me not forget this song of the moon  
Nor the feeling of its watery way  
For else this moment will fall all to soon.  
Wise thoughts like pure darkness will crush the day  
So love can not be sung to loves loved ones.  
The autumn leaves will turn black  
And wisdoms mindless palavering stuns  
Can life's great sustaining rhythmus now lack?  Engrave my mind with listless ocean waves  
Bathe my soul inside passionate moon light  
Let me walk on red and golden pathways  
Now I will tell you what is the right  
A moderation of the right and left &nb the mind of poetry
Cycle of Nature
MicroscopeHer emotions under a microscope.  
 
He wants to know her. But he's going about it all wrong. This isn't a good way.  
 
He studies her instead of listening to her.  
 
He calculates her moods instead of letting them happen. He charts her tears instead of wiping them away.  
 
He graphs her happiness instead of fueling it. He tries to cure her anger instead of what caused it.  
 
He is the microscope over her emotions. Microscope
MujensCzy znacie może Muja?  Skąd imię to się wzięło?  Wszak nie ma ona chuja.  Czy mnie coś ominęło?   
Lubachów zamieszkuje,  
Nie było tam Darwina.  Przepięknie nam rysuje.  Ach, zdolna to dziewczyna!   
I choć czasami sądzi,  Że państwem jest Bruksela,  To w matmie ona rządzi,  Aż Ulkę onieśmiela.   
Na imię ma Jessica.  Z Malejem przesiaduje.  Do Syna często fika,  
Bo mówi, że jest chujem.   
Na koniec już wnioskuję, Mujens
XXXMullecie nasz kochany,  
Od dawna wyczekiwany,  Nie pojawiasz się już w szkole.  O, ja pierdolę !   
 
Włosy Twoje piękne były,  
Zachwyt wielki w nas budziły.  
Brak mulleta w oczy kole.  O, ja pierdolę !   
 
Dupa Twoja także piękna,  Nie za mała, niezbyt wielka,  Grała dla nas wielką rolę.  O, ja pierdolę !   
 
 
Koniec naszej fascynacji,  To z tej prostej oto racji  Już innego chłopa wolę.  O, ja pierdolę ! XXX
My personnal desireAh, que serions-nous sans ce don qu'est le désir?  
Lui qui, par tant de fois s'attèle à faire souffrir?  
Ce n'est pas par hasard que ce cadeau odieux  
Nous fait vouloir tout ce qui passe sous nos yeux!  
 
Objets de convoitise! Idéalisation!  
Rien ne ravive plus le feu de nos passions  
Que désirer à la fois tout et aussi rien,  
Alors que nous jouissons déjà de tant de biens!  
 
Mais tous nos rêves s'écroulent à l'obtention,  
Déçus que nous sommes après la désillusion,  
Nulle satisfaction dans notre po My personnal desire
Asian Emo Manga Fagthere was a time  there were no asians  it was all about swedish porn  now fucking manga took it all away   
i hate you fucking midgets and cockblowers  put your clown make up to hide your gayness  it wont work, raise your arm higher  perfect homo angle to shoot your fucking mirror fag pic   
cartoons were hardcore, they were beating each other  alf was even way better than girl-like male anime chars  its all becouse of communism and stupid shit fucking marx engels  
they were emo too, they banged each other in the name of social gayness   
capitalism reign supreme, th Asian Emo Manga Fag
weWe who walk the darkest paths above,   
who die in winter's snow.  
 
We who fly so high on the wings of love,   
Who would die if then they fell below.   
We who taste decay  on their lovers lips bare,   
Who  are burned when their feelings are murdered.  
 
We who die in winter's cold, without a care...  
 
Have walked the paths of darkness and survived.  
 
 
Would i care if this where my pain?   
So harsh are your words,   
So befitting a tyrant, or again   
a Fool who may only talks with birds.  &nbs we
Destruction of OurselvesThe angels of destruction watch our day,  As the city below bursts into flames,  Thier work done, they smile and turn away,  Leaving no trace behind, no one to blame.  The end of the day comes, the smoke clears,  And like fools we turn on eachother;  Running away from truth like startled deers.  Though in the end we must learn to recover,  For who are we to point the finger?  We know nothing, we're but pawns in a game.  We are made to play but not to linger  Nor can we pretend to deserve the fame.  You may ask, do we have any purpose here?  And i may reply, the answer is unclear Destruction of Ourselves
Traveler's SongSitting at the open window, watching ships sail,  Carrying their treasures from lands far away,  And as they do return, their presence now we hail,  Cheer them bravely forth as they go their way,   
With their tales of adventure, carried 'cross the sea,  Of brave men and women who fought in noble war,  Or 'gainst dragons fierce to set the princess free,  Their tales are whispered round and will become our lore,   
There are tales of sorrow too, of lovers torn by death,  Whites roses blooming on a child's tomb,  Of fragile dreams destroyed by fate's breath,  And of pure love that Traveler's Song
Enduring The StormAutumn leaves rustling throughout the forest,  Cascades ascending above a vast expanse of tranquil lakes.....,  Snow crowning the peakes of extravagent mountains standing tall above the eagles crest,  This I welcome with much regard.   
Snow gently lines the steers of Berlin  While rain drops gingerly trickle upon London,  As the crystal waves ease upon the golden shores of the Dominican,  All this so magnificent.   
Even in the light of these blessed cities plagues may spark which have no cure,  Accompainied with the onslaught of stoms and tragidies,  One must embrace the benevolent Enduring The Storm
PerserveranceAutumn leaves rustling throughout the forest,  Cascades ascending above a vast expanse of tranquil lakes.....,  Snow crowning the peakes of extravagent mountains standing tall above the eagles crest,  This I welcome with much regard.   
Snow gently lines the steers of Berlin  While rain drops gingerly trickle upon London,  And the waves ease upon the golden shores of the Dominican,  All this so magnificent.   
Even in the light of these blessed cities plagues may spark which have no cure,  Accompainied with the onslaught of stoms and tragidies,  One must embrace the benevolent deeds Perserverance
A Replica of a FriendYou will soon forget all about me.  My existence, all this time, was a dream.  I was nothing but a shadow to seem  Like a very good friend of yours, you see.   
My fate was this from the very start;  To disappear as if nothing occurred.  I know this is not what you had preferred,  That it will taste as something very tart.  But please, please don't let this make you glum.  Our time was well-spent and we had some fun,  The two of us laying beneath the sun.  You will have more good memories to come.   
But now I must say goodbye; fade away.  When those memories die, you' A Replica of a Friend
The victim
In the DarkSinking into a deep pit of despair,  To a bright shining world, the eyes it blinds  Grasping and snatching, at the pure, clean air,  The eyes and the mouth it silently binds.   
Like shining black ink, it slowly crawls near,  Dispensing a dark glossy coat all 'round,  On the pale, scaly skin it burns and sears,  Never will the sacred darkness be bound.   
Forcibly worshiped, but still put on trial,  Echoing its sweet voice through the court room,  Victims under stress and in denial,  This deep demonic threat must be consumed.   
Yet the many stars in the dark night sky In the Dark
Two the SameA laugh fills the air.  The laugh they both seem to share.  
 
Eyes glitter with happiness she can't forget.  A smile stretches over her face. A smile they both often wear.   
Brown irises deep with love look exactly like hers.  
Dark eyelashes flutter like Spanish dancers. Eyelashes that meet their brows.  
 
Hair the shade of her eyes curls slightly at thin shoulders. The others' a disarray of ringlets. The only difference between them.  
 
Strong embraces she cherishes. The smell of perfume fills her nose. The smell she's come to know as beautiful. Beautiful just like her.    Two the Same
LOVE IN THE FORM OF COLOURSYellow is for you oh reader, for you brighten my day with joy more than the sun brightens the world by reading my poem.  Red is for those who I hold closest to my heart, the ones who share my heart.  Next is blue, blue is reserved for my friends which each have different caring personalities vast as the sea.  Now black is the color for those who have hurt me, the night will always go back to the day so black is the color my heart sees least.  White for the pure, such as the light snow drifting down slowly,peacefully, and oh so beautifully.  But in all reality I see all colours in everyone I see; such as when the sun w LOVE IN THE FORM OF COLOURS
Wisdom of the BardWe spin the tales of joy and great sorrow  Fantasies of truth, and truths of fable  Living, that the world might end tomorrow  Singing, that our truths might shake the stable   
We are the song singers, and life livers  We live for every day, and then some more  We steal their hearts, and force them to quiver  All while trapping them in exquisite lore   
Yes, for a while we control their moves  But only as a man might move his son  As a key, made perfectly to those grooves  Only to exit and leave them undone   
We strive to be unique and never think  That life is Wisdom of the Bard

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