FriendshipI do not know whyFriendship
Friendship does not fly
On wings of Fire
Soaring higher and higher
Perhaps it is only the poet's pen
distracted by the romantic glory
of love and lust and passion and anger
which ignores the simple love of a friend
But while a thousand angels walk the earth
All glorious in their shining haloes,
10,000 small saints will stand by your side
Even while you dig through ashes in your
small humble home's hearth.
This is not an "it's impossible"
To the great hope of catching an angel
but saints know more about mortality,
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Lost PoemIt's on the tip of my tongue,Lost Poem
the edge of my brain.
An Einsteinian revolution,
dead in the womb.
I knew it, before. Once, it sang glorious songs to me,
born of Fitzgerald and my dark muse.
Ah, the Dark Muse.
A wonderful pair of words, which I'm certain
I had worked into my potential epic.
Such delicate and clever wit, however, is rare,
and comes to me in too-brief flashes,
dancing sunbeams which I grasp at but cannot hold
(that's the Fitzgeraldian influence, I'm sure.)
So, I write.
Reaching out, through parting mist,
dispersing like a crow
The Pain of the DeadI felt like crying for the dead once, an unusual feeling, really. Do the dead need comfort?The Pain of the Dead
In their graves, in the afterlife,
are our tears really useful to them? But what I saw was
terrible.
They were flat. The babies, I mean.
Flat.
Because the Interahamwe had come.
The Genocidairs had come to kill them.
And they were smashed.
Lifted up and smashed.
Aganst trees.
Against rocks.
Aagainst walls, the walls of their houses made to protect them.
But which killed them.
Some where hopeful.
"The UN will save us" they said.
Right. &n
The Enchantress' ResponseWith sweet words I summoned my love to meThe Enchantress' Response
I guided you through your heart's dark places
Until you reached my sacred mystery And my heart was conquered by your kisses
I am a city surrendered to you
A trophy delighted to be taken My gods now answer the prayers of two
And my path is no-longer a burden
Eat the forbidden fruit that I offer
While love goddesses bow before us both
Out duty becomes our pleasure
And our hearts have no more reason to loathe
Witch and warrior together, forever,
I have found an Atlas to hold my sky
We are e
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''Your cries, they make no difference
I'll always love you the same
Now I try to restrain myself
Cause my affection means pain''
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"The true warrior enters the arena, with all his powers at the ready"
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