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Go saddle me the black black steed For I am going on a long long journey Go wipe away the tears that roll Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.
Fifteen well made men going on their steeds To get their brides leap over the strand The brunt hills in search of a namer Drying fast to justify conscript of land.
Twilled with a broach and a ring wintry The death stalks the hill with sickled moon The leaden sheen on the steed’s back Has turned the night’s face into a roon.
Late late yesterday I saw the moon Full bodied like a new sickled maned The death will stalk these streets tonight And am afraid of downy owl’s nickled bane.
Come on fair ladies hang your hair down Over the fair head over the abordour The fifteen men have gone to castle waste And along came the death to devour.
Go saddle me the black black steed The merry castle keep has hovelled a cry Though death stalks every haste and waste And brawny cheeks of gypsie have gone dry.
    
Under the pale blue soft skies On white sanded sculpted shores Where the birds cast their shadows Amid decreasing days of summer lores.
Paths of never returning a thousand ages Paths of ever occurring a thousand clefts Cast out by wakeful gates of sheltered eyes In echoes and the silent sound of the foot steps.
Here in the time where the paths end Amid laborious hells carried within oneself Pivoted fingers in moth moulded stance In ever widening circles of the fiery spells.
Knowledge of ignorance, knowledge of knowing Knowledge of light, knowledge of dark sowing Knowledge of deeds, knowledge of the unsaid Knowledge of beginnings, knowledge of the ends.
And how should I know And what should I hold? When I am only a novice In the complexities of my soul.
Floating wings Glorious forms Destitute colours Of toxic winds.
Having drunk All the shades Shine I will Like a star Bemoaning its Cruel fate Amid torrents Of constant rage.
Gods of fear Gods of nights Gather up Your stifled fight Gods of chaos Gods of confines String together An absent design.
Silent music An invisible lore Distant dirges Of thundery pours.
Raining clouds Under floating wings Destituting the colours
Having been happy in touching metallic skies Or fingering the moon for its dusty overlay Having been happy in moving orbs and the shores Or spreading the sunshine to the burrowed moles.
Watching a lonely planet amid reluctant universe Communications with eyelids in retinues of mankind Having been happy in sweeping the volcanic dust From a cold planet cast under the Brahma’s curse.
Having been happy in holding that repose Which contained hidden geometry of the universe Having been happy in consoling the suppressed cries Of the shoring waves under the moonlit skies.
I did something no one ever did and I told u how I feel
Hello let me just say, im only writing this because youre on my mind almost every second of the day and I wouldn’t want it any other way every time you say my name my head spins and you make me laugh over and over again, im so happy that youre mine they said give it time and well look at where we are dear I say this and im so sincere with my love for you cause its all 100% true
Just a poem because I'm miserable and I write rather well when I'm upset hehe
August 04, 2012 - Posted by Beth Rivers in Poetry Sickness.
This ain’t just a sickness, Not just a disease, I feel so ridiculous, My mind at unease And this situation Brings me to my knees It’s not just a weakness, I’m wishing ‘Oh please’
I tell you I’m sorry On contrary, I’m not It’s all my fault anyway And I can’t fill that spot I miss feeling wanted, Invited to go out, But now no one does Unless I scream and shout I miss having a friend Who understands me Now I feel so alone We’re no longer a three
I want to stay here Where I can get used to being alone I’ve done it enough It’s become my new home.
Where All The Water Comes From
This year was nothing but water
A balloon in the atmosphere
This year is still continuing through tunnels
A balloon in the atmosphere
Jessica Warrior
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