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Learning to Live
Humility for me was never a virtue, nor one of my strengths
In vanity I lived, in vanity would have been my end
Reprobate is a lifestyle, usurped into the minds of man
How could we value others, when selfishness is our best friend

The same tired cycle day after day
Blinded in ignorance we can't see how we're enslaved
We've idolized the creation and the Creator we've put away
As if the creation was the source from whence we came

But glory to God a plan is always in place
That brings us back to the design that He originally made
Living to love Him and others is the lifestyle to strive for each day
Though impossible on our own to achieve, He m
This Pagan Man's Plight
This Pagan Man's Plight

Why must I abide with this conversion?

Why should I have to change how I live?

When was my faith in the Gods an unholy perversion?

To whom, my devotion and offerings, should I instead give?

You say that your almighty God is kind,

And you also say that his love is beyond beautiful.

But all I see you do is push his teachings upon my mind,

As if my faith in him and his son should already be unconditional.

Why should I change, for what is your righteous reason?

Or is there none to be found but a blade at my throat?

Or maybe, for not abiding, you can charge me with high treason.

Perhaps you could burn my home do
Hangatyr
Hangatýr

The wind was strong this high up, and blew around him relentlessly.

His quest for knowledge had brought him here, and his destiny was waiting restlessly.

To rule the Nine Worlds, he needed to know the many secrets that one could not learn for free.

In order to be worthy of this, Óðinn impaled himself with Gungnir, and hung from that juicy Tree.

As the sunny days turned to chilling nights, the pain wracked his body endlessly.

The sacrifice made, himself unto himself, showed his devotion to ruling selflessly.

As his vision began to blur, a miracle occurred before Hangatýr-Óðinn's very eyes.

A
When Time stoppedMelt the clocks
break them with rocks
Time holds no meaning
when nothings redeeming
We chose the fallen
and now we are crawlin
The world stopped spinning
we entered a war without winning
The Dark Army Rise
but to this, there is no surprise
An endless battleground
with no white flag to be found
Souls held ultimate wealth
So stealing them became thing of stealth
So many deals were struck
Morals? no one gave a fuck
Brothers killed brothers
and backstabbing lovers
There's no crown to be found
as the beasts are unbound
They hunt in the dark
and all bare the mark
There is no end to this hell
when you've got no soul to sell
ey i made a rhyme that relates a dimeey i made a rhyme that relates a dime?--checkit yo cuz it just might snow-------------
pride is a blind fold that binds us to find
only good in our selves and leave truth-ness behind/
like a gold greedy elf that puts love on a shelf
while sowing no seed as a trophy wont breed
with the rhyme that fades time not to fellow a need/
as the lust for oneself holds no water indeed,
twill be spilling the blood of there brothers with glee
while they bathe in the pool -broken trust- and dont see
that the damage they bust will be pressure us free/
into diamonds we'll haunt them thru nightmares they'll flee/
forever from fear and will reap the
Prayer to GodLord, I've broke faith with you for a while,
and I've grown far and apart.
But look on me, your broken tool,
and see my broken heart.

I've sinned, and hurt,
I've done few good acts.
Lord help me back upon your way,
let me see once more your path.

I've lost my way upon this road,
your footsteps became blurred.
Blind, am I, to your great works,
for some time, your voice I have not heard.

I cannot bear the weight of sin,
I've fallen from your grace.
But in my broken, sinful state,
please show me, Lord, your face.

An angel came to me here on Earth,
we danced, sang, laughed, and cried
But clipped her wings, I did in fact,
and her
SavedBent down over my knee
I'm tying my shoe
Trying not to flee
But still start anew

Silver rays of the moon
Meet me at the door
The tears come way too soon
I wanted so much more

I fly away on fragile wings
The night is now my home
My past overwhelmed with things
My sadness witnessed by Him alone

It was no use to run
I never got away
And when He said "Your time has come"
I still wanted to stay

However, he ignored my plea
He, who is so wise
Thanks to Him, now all I see
Is a blooming paradise
Duel SoulDuel Soul

Stuck in a form that seems to be of two sides,
Constant struggle for either to lead and become torn,
Either no longer rooted in light,
Or no longer wallowing in the darkness,
While in full nothing seems to be right,
But what is the answer that will ring true…

Constantly struggling in the thoughts to know which is true,
Unable to fully listen to either of the sides,
Always feeling wrong and never to be right,
These parts must be torn,
The perfect separation from what is perceived as darkness,
Or the consumption of what can be viewed as light…

What is the thought we call light?
A thought known for being honest, pure a
La procession des communiantesLa procession des communiantes.

La colonne avance au rythme lent
De la procession des communiantes,
Levant au ciel leurs yeux de croyantes
Et toute auréolées dans ce blanc.

Communion des demoiselles vierges
Quand dégouline la foi giclée
En chaude et molle cire nacrée :
Leurs mains tenant la hampe des cierges.

Des fillettes sagement vêtues,
En souliers vernis et les mains jointes
Et de leur Dieu, bientôt, comme enceintes,
Avec dans leurs yeux des rêves tus.

D’un enfant, la fontaine des larmes
Peut-elle incurver d’un Dieu le doigt
Quand un tsunami comme il se doit
Roule et gronde en énorme vacarme?

La file chemine vers le ch&oe
A path to the infinite
A path to the infinite

∞
Find
Bind
That light
At night
This white glow
This wild flow
To your mild mind
To your mauled kind
If you are a man
Even a woman
This light will just skim you
This wave will just bless you
And as you are wondering
And as you are pondering
Where on Earth it must have gone
By which hand it  has been done
One minute, the seconds have died
Wait ! But alas , you have not tied
This escaping light to your body
This everlasting odd energy
Your bitter  tears are just about to drop
Soul, your stronger desire was to crop
A  light lump of this eternal infinite
A little drop of this nectar to ignite
The shadowy detai
Doubtlessif you reach for the sun
but your wax wings melt
instead of plunging down,
try to catch yourself.

you flew because you wanted,
believed you truly could;
your wings were just idols
of wax, feather and wood.

if you open up your mind,
if you open up your soul,
you'll no more need those trinkets
to feel complete and whole;

if you believe it's really real,
if you forget they've melted away,
you'll find you've stop falling
and gravity disobey.
Don't you agree that death looDon't you agree
that death looks free?
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A light in the darkness (2nd DraftIn the bleakest darkness

Where light does not pervade

Through looming, lonely shadows

Leering through the brackish haze

I shall march on in alone

Solitary

With lively hope

Bright, Incendiary

I observe the gathering gloom,

and I wish you were my guide.

But I know the black could not have bloomed,

if you were by my side.

I give the deepest thanks to you,

by whom I've been prepared.

Broken, then recast anew,

And finally repaired.

You took my Love,

You took my youth.

You gave me wisdom,

You showed me truth.

I love as I live,

I learn as I lose.

Which one is better?

Who is to choose?

All for the best- I suppose its true-

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My light in the darkness (rough draft)

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My light in the darkness
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In the bleakest darkness

Where light does not pervade

Through looming, lonely shadows

Leering through the brackish haze

I shall march on alone

Solitary

With lively hope

Bright, Incendiary

I must thank you,

By whom I've been prepared.

Broken and recast,

And finally repaired.

You took my Love,

You took my youth.

You gave me wisdom,

You showed me truth.

I love as I live,

I learn as I lose,

Which one is better?

Who is to choose?

All for the best- I suppose its true-

that fate has coldly split our paths,

Divided us into two,

Giving the sting of love's wrath.

But the wounds will heal, leave me strong,

As I continue, move myself forward.

Marching on and on and on and on,

Though I know not what towards.
:icongrapefruitdiesel:
A poem I wrote, after my significant other and I broke up, due to huge, unexpected changes to the college and career plans we had. This isn't a poem where I'm bawling my eyes out or self-pitying. It's ment to be a poem of loss and learning, and it's still very rough.
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