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Release My Heart
Release my heart from this blanket of pain
Do I deserve this? What have I to gain?
Within each moment that draws ever so near
My mind is so clouded, shrouded in fear
Letting go is so impossibly hard for me
Holding myself as I don't want to be free
To have all that you'd ever wanted in life
In a flash taken away, cuts like a knife
Right through my giant bleeding heart
My life as it once was has fallen apart
Selecting the pieces of my life to withhold
From the winds of change that blow so cold
Is a difficult task to say the least
I must be strong and tame this beast
I am a Lover.
I am a writer.
I am a fighter.
I am a teacher.
I am a preacher.
I am a dynamic.
I am panoramic.
I am a contact.
I am abstract.
I am a friend,
Until the end.
Sadness is when you know someone dear will die
When you can see it in their face and in their eye
Sadness is when you can see their pride obstruct
When you can see that they're about to self-destruct
Sadness is when you can see the frailty of their day
When you can see it in their actions; in every way
Sadness is when you know their every step is in pain
When you can see that there is no way they can remain
Sadness is when too many emotions become dumbfounded
When you yourself feel the weights of life compounded
Sadness is when you have a defined lack of choice
When you can hear death creeping though someone's voice
Sadness is when you know in a few moments they'll fail
When you know this person's soul will soon set sail
Sadness is when they deny their own mortality
When you know there will be one more fatality
Sadness is when you see their remaining time cut short
When you know the treatments are of the horrible sort
Sadness is when you know someone dear will die
When you can see it i
Something within me has changed
Something has made me rearrange
Something in my life has bailed
Something in comfort has failed
The journey it seems is no more
Than a simple theatrical encore
Set to the drama of a past life
Feel it a deeply embedded knife
Something is grabbing at straws
Something given reason to pause
Something past hath memory burn
Something past can never return
All desires fulfilled can stick
With a pull, a pinch, and prick
This liberating moment lives on
With pain diminishing be strong
Something now moving me towards
Something else can feel rewards
Something is retaining the pain
Something is increasing, strain
Life is only a sequential event
Chained up with another segment
Briefly held together with time
Illustrate this in karmic rhyme
Fluid AudioMusical rhythms in lyrical times
Spacial beats masking any rhymes
Treat your soul to mystic chimes
Cleanse all bodies and all minds
These swiftly saturate our times
Celestial voices spouting rhymes
Ancient bells echoing the chimes
Cleanse the body encompass minds
I don't know.
Why don't you know?
I don't know that.
What don't you know?
I don't know what I don't know.
MervWeakened in my knees; you make me
Struggle to breathe; you take me
Basking in energy; you allow me
Complicate synergy; you wow me
Eye Of The BeholderStanding at the edge of the forest today
Silently catching the sun's first ray
As I've just escaped from a dungeon you see
Some Wizard had trapped and been torturing me
I'd been caught as I wandered through his maze
For I had been stopped by a Beholder's gaze
Paralysed with fear but it hadn't seen me
Instead I retreated and ever so quietly
But as I had turned around to flee
I tripped and fell and then it saw me
Yet panicked I scrambled up and on my way
That beholder casting it's magic death ray
As I narrowly escaped from imminent death
Again I tripped and completely lost my breath
And that's when I slipped down into the well
Falling so fast for miles I could tell
And then I finally hit the liquid bottom
The water was soft, very much like cotton
I panicked more but didn't want to shout
For I did not want to call anything out
A secret door opened up in the wall
Barred with a gate standing quite tall
Darkness beyond through which I couldn't see
A staff slips through and begins poking at m
Waiting For...A quiver of arrows flying through the air,
Silently slipping and speeding with care.
Their aim is held tight fast and true,
I cannot outrun so what can I do?
I stand all of a sudden, frozen in place.
I turn fast around, these arrows I face.
I accept my fate as I figure my plot.
Will they kill me, I certainly know not.
Standing in awe, before this spectacle of might.
Gleaming, glistening they sing through the night.
These arrows do fly and ever so fast.
Yet time it seems to never have past.
I'm standing dumbfounded, shaking in fear.
Blinking and sweating, my time it draws near.
This quiver of arrows is special you see.
Magical in nature and honed in on me.
I cannot defend but only accept.
Pain will be short if I am adept
At helping these arrows hit their mark.
Piercing and wounding me deep in the dark.
The first one it hits and ever so swift.
The second one knocks me over the cliff.
I fall from above aimed straight for below
Sadly I must say these arrows follow.
As I plummet downwards t
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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