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Poems
Topic Started: Feb 3 2006, 12:54 PM (68 Views)
Holocollector
Christmas is Coming
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Mother Nature

I trudged through the
Mud very heavily
And could see
That you moved very
Meekly, your arms
Branches were, in the icy cold
Night.

Then the moon cried
And smiled very coldly
The winter night in
The hinterlands where
You danced sorry
That the night had been
Brazenly stone cold and empty.
So you put on your glassy slippers
In the visage of a ghost where you
Left alone suspended tears in the cavern
Where the air was dankest and
Most humid in your mind.

Then the tufts of grass spun
Into your arms like stringed needles
Crocheting in the ground that
Spun wildly with deft movement
In all directions wanderlust
By the wind, and the grass
Neatly assembled like a army
Of straw men ready to begin life.

And then you smiled very heartily
And your arm moved very lithely
Warmly now uncovering your face
And I could now see your face smiling,
At long last smiling, smiling very happily
Of your unbelievable design.


The Samurai

Samurai sword of the night
Drenched in blood, such a ugly sight,
What has your master done to bear
Such sins?

He has warmed his hands near a fire,
Fiery demons in his heart,
And tried to put his hands in the fiery light,
Holding all his cries within

You answered my question as if
The answer was within the darkness!
Tell me again more correctly,
What has your master done to bear
Such sins?

He hath taken me to a blacksmith
To get all the blood from within,
And shined me to reflect
The starry sky of the night,
Instead of faces long forgotten of spite

My patience is wearing thin
you answered my question as
If the sky were the enemy!
Tell me again but from within,
What has your master done to bear
Such sins?

He has sworn to never kill anyone anymore,
And used the katana to slice open his head,
And In the other world
The katana to slice open his heart,
To let all the demons come out from within!
Note: My english writing skills need work so donīt even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I donīt like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture.
 
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