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Bitter rejection

Being called a liar..really
1 month ago. Sun 02 Dec 2018 11:36:40 PM IST

So the sons marched with there followers out to war...as tradition held...the sons fought first...the battle was fierce...the evil son fought unfairly...had hidden archers pierce his brothers armor...soon they were both near death...a truce was declared to remove them from the field....the good son lay unconscious... The evil son...wounded less...but unable to move...screamed for his slaves to kill the six ladies...the evil slaves marched forward...the six stood strong...around there sire...but they had no chance...still they stood faced sure death for one they had submitted all too...just as all seemed lost...the air was filled with thunder...horsewomen poured over the hill as a wave upon the shore...Valkyrie from the Norse to aid there sisters...the slaves froze... Seeing there Master unable to move...unable to force there actions...they dropped there weapons and fled....the kind son seeing this was moved to tears... Such trust...such honor...true submission...yielding such power...so he rose...took the hand of the meekest lady...he placed his fathers crest on a chain of pure gold...then placed it upon her neck...And she was Queen...one who gave all...submitted fully to another...who better knew power... And the trials misuse of power led to...in giving of herself... She gained true strength...

1 month ago. Sun 02 Dec 2018 11:21:06 PM IST

In the land of old lived a king...two sons had he...one son was kind... A powerful Empath..but a true Alpha...the other son...cold and cruel...he ruled by fear alone...lived to be pleased.. The king died...as do all great kings...so the throne and all its tressure was unclaimed... For he had named no successor....the evil son laughed...knew it was his...je had many followers... Those who submitted to his will thru fear...they knew no other life...now the kind son...had but 6 followers... Precious seemingly timid ladies all...they loved the kind son...and gave freely the gift of submission.....to be cont.

1 month ago. Sat 01 Dec 2018 06:54:41 AM IST

We start so pure....
Love so free...
The day is safe...
The night so dear...
We build great dreams...
Believe them real...
Then life creeps in...
Betrays the deal...
And even though...
The pain reveals....
We try again..
On bloodied fields...
A ray of hope...
A faint dim light...
As mist filled skies...
May blur our sight. .
And then the sun..
Shines brightly down...
Your heart it swells...
Belief restored...
But once again...
All is a myth...
The reasons vague...
My hope is strained...
So now i sit...
Cloaked all in dark...
While at my feet...
Dear children play
It begins again..
Despite this day..
My grief will pass...
The pain will ease..
But hope is gone...
My faith lies still..
But childrens dreams...
Will dance once more..
And in there joy..
May i find peace...

2 months ago. Sat 03 Nov 2018 04:14:00 AM IST

Here stands this big dummy...my finger up my nose...before me are two roads....high road...hard path...small chance of reward...,,/////  low road...pretty easy...many shallow rewards...selfish rewards at every turn........../////...do i choose???...or just lay down on this bench...eat oreos and wait to die....

2 months ago. Fri 02 Nov 2018 06:21:40 PM IST

The stories told...

The warriors of old...

The dashing lad...

The clever grin...

His passion strong...

His wit no fail...

Those who saw...

Now tell tails...

But now he lies...

Upon the field...

His Sword in pieces...

His heart just cold..

So tell ur tales...

Sing false praise...

The Slayer failed...

He will rise no more...

This time no fight...

No reason there...

The vultures sit upon his chest...

He calmly waits..

Till they clear his flesh...

Then he can fade...

To what he earned...

The fires of hell...

The Dark Abyss...

2 months ago. Fri 02 Nov 2018 05:59:57 PM IST

I once had...

A friend....

The spring came...

A bud appeared...

It blossomed fast...

The colors intenses...

The storms came...

Ripped at the roots..

It stood strong...

More flowers new...

Then whispers came...

The demons knew...

The fall arrived..

A witch's brew...

So flowers die...

And leaves turn pale...

As the flame of passioned love..

It too will fail...

So on the ground....

Lay the ruins...

But what a season...

Its many joys...

Now only memories...

But this i know..

I once saw...

A flower..

I once had...

A friend...

2 months ago. Mon 29 Oct 2018 05:20:42 AM IST

A piece of me died tonite..

Walked into the desert..

Where there is no life...

Only despair...

Each day i reached...

To grab that ledge...

To find my heart..

To lose despair...

But the wind was cold...

The leaves so dry...

They tumbled by...

Without a word...

And now i sit...

Upon the edge...

Sweet death below...

Struggles of life above...

With death comes peace...

With life such pain...

But to seek that fruit....

To find the vine...

The gift of love...

To cure all that fails...

Each time i rise...

A new poem born...

Is this the last...

Or just the dawn...

The day is dark...

The nite pure hell...

The sharpness there...

Deep in my chest...

My mind in vain....

Seeks for the truth...

So once again...

I rise and stand...

On shaking knees...

Held by that hand...

And if i die...

Before i wake...

I pray the...

I just pray...

 

2 months ago. Thu 18 Oct 2018 07:22:40 PM IDT

A ship will drift..

Till the wind turned fair...

A flower will bloom...

With sun and rain...

The bird will fly...

When wings grow strong...

A wound will heal...

If not disturbed...

A storm will pass...

They always have.. 

Even pain will fade....

If given care...

And of that pain....

A broken heart...

Can seem a loss...

But with true love...

The greatest power...

On Angels wings..

It too can mend.  

 

 

3 months ago. Sat 06 Oct 2018 06:48:48 PM IDT

Fang emerged slowly from the surgeons tent. A long bloodied arrow hung from her hand...the doubled headed prongs of the Orcs of the Grey mist. She looked up slowly. A creature of few emotions, Lady Fang, today she looked pained. Jackal removed his dark hood, nodding as she spoke. "This pierced his armor, nothing has ever pierced that armor. It was given him by The Immortals..armor of his spirit. It missed his heart by barely an inch. As if he allowed it. Defying death for what he seeks. " Fangs eyes rose to meet the deep greens of Jackal. Her face strangely sad. Poised as if questioning her own words. Jackal nodded, his hand moving to her shoulder.. He spoke softly.."M'Lord would not wish death...he defies it...but i have seen his fire...what lies beyond this mountain...it drives him...drives him to reckless madness...i fear it..."...his words are cut short. The guards stand at attention, a flap folda back. A large man appears, a bandage rapped about his chest. The Slayer speaks, weakened, but still the drive,"So i am mad my friends,?... I may well be...see that those words are etched upon my gravestone.." He turns...motioning for his sword....

3 months ago. Thu 04 Oct 2018 10:39:33 PM IDT

The moon does creep...

Pushed by the mist...

Her velvet lips...

A devil's grip...

The mist consumes...

My mortal flesh...

But my soul still stands..

Upon the crest...

Wrapped in my dreams...

The witches dance...

A child cries...

By faiths swift hand... 

But i endure...

There is no choice..

To fade like mist...

Would it calm the voice...

Or would i cease...

Likes flakes of ash...

To fly away...

To be no more...

Like that soft mist...

At dawns first light...