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Father of the Moonlight,
We salute you.
Mother of the Midnight,
We salute you.
Children of the Starlight
We salute you.
Changer of the Daylight,
We salute you,
Ever saluting the Night.
We salute you.
Mother of the Midnight,
We salute you.
Children of the Starlight
We salute you.
Changer of the Daylight,
We salute you,
Ever saluting the Night.
Literature
The memiors of a poet...
A poet is no mere
artist, that incites and writes,
- but dares to
fabricate, the nothings into
- - extrasensory realities,
beyond all imagination.
Like a painter,
the poet needs oil & ink,
- to set the eyes
and mental capacity,
- - into a hypnotized state
of suggestive attention.
As a quilter,
the poet weaves
- embroidered tapestries
with spectrum;
- - that only prisms
could master -
- - - with simple imagery.
The poet revives,
the deadened, flat soul
- of sentence,
to have a personified
- - existence among our
world of third dimension.
The poet's life,
isn't just a joy
- but a pain;
to tell the world
- - from their hands
littered with
Literature
She bleeds more than red.
Calloused hands
weren't made to
touch such softness.
So, the wicked soaked her
in holy water, scrubbed
her pale skin raw, and
swore the devils dogs
had stolen her soul.
[ Chanting in a foreign tongue:
they would prey the gay away! ]
Literature
For the First Time
I opened my eyes today
Really opened them
It was like seeing the sky
For the first time in my life
Noticing the depth of its blue
Seeing the silver lining in the clouds
They seemed to fit together
Almost like puzzle pieces
I saw how the breeze guided them
On an endless journey where
The destination was unknown
I saw birds soar on its stream
And trees swoon at its caress
I watched it cut patterns in the water
And send dragonflies spiraling the skies
Then the blue ocean overhead grew golden
Gilded in the flaxen color of the sun and
Encrusted with dew drops still in the clouds
I saw the sky for the first time today
And I was f
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A peaceful poem I wrote ages ago but never submitted. I think it might have been among the poems that I wrote to help me relax and go to sleep.
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that is relaxing