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Good Man Bad Man

Do not call me a good man
based upon first impressions
because of a look in my eyes
because of compassion in my speech.

Do not call me a good man
because of a few words spoken
next to Adolf Hitler I am an angel
next to an angel I am Adolf Hitler.

Thus are discerned perspective's definitive scale
water is life source passive destruction active
a ripple a small wave perceived as motion beauty
a tsunami a mega tsunami surge slayer par merciless.


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Lament For The Two Brothers Slain By Each Other's Hand

Now do our eyes behold
The tidings which were told:
Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn,
The slayer, the slain,
The entangled doom forlorn
And ruinous end of twain.
Say, is not sorrow, is not sorrow's sum
On home and hearthstone come?
Oh, waft with sighs the sail from shore,
Oh, smite the bosom, cadencing the oar
That rows beyond the rueful stream for aye
To the far strand,
The ship of souls, the dark,
The unreturning bark
Whereon light never falls nor foot of Day,
Even to the bourne of all, to the unbeholden land.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Brahma

If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Brahma

If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

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Black Hole

Don't have desire at me
Don't you have a touch of me
I'm living in the black shadow
I'm the guy who crushes control
Losing sanity because of love
Don't even dare to look at me
Or I'll eat you like a black hole

She catched me like her slayer
Unchained me like prisoner
And I was fool to be player
She's took my life so my lover
Rolled me like sugar cuber

Don't step closer to me
I'm hungry of love coz I need you
Don't... don't dare to look at me
I'm the guy who lose control
Don't touch me with your innocent soul
Or I'll eat you like a black hole

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Death and the Lady

TURN in, my lord, she said ;
As it were the Father of Sin
I have hated the Father of the Dead,
The slayer of my kin ;
By the Father of the Living led,
Turn in, my lord, turn in.

We were foes of old ; thy touch was cold,
But mine is warm as life ;
I have struggled and made thee loose thy hold,
I have turned aside the knife.
Despair itself in me was bold,
I have striven, and won the strife.

But that which conquered thee and rose
Again to earth descends ;
For the last time we have come to blows.
And the long combat ends.
The worst and secretest of foes,
Be now my friend of friends.

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Joseph Warren, M. D.

TRAINED in the holy art whose lifted shield
Wards off the darts a never-slumbering foe,
By hearth and wayside lurking, waits to throw,
Oppression taught his helpful arm to wield
The slayer's weapon: on the murderous field
The fiery bolt he challenged laid him low,
Seeking its noblest victim. Even so
The charter of a nation must be sealed!
The healer's brow the hero's honors crowned,
From lowliest duty called to loftiest deed.
Living, the oak-leaf wreath his temples bound;
Dying, the conqueror's laurel was his meed,
Last on the broken ramparts' turf to bleed
Where Freedom's victory in defeat was found.

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Dragon World

The dragon world goes on
Your bright gown like moonlight
Tryst with hope
Dragons in a marriage that’s over
Knights in darkened armor kneel
Your wounds as deep as tenderness
Unrequited and resigned
Shall we slay the slayer?
No
Nobility rings eternal bells
Let him sleep while we write

Mossy fields we lay upon
England has carriages for lovers
Italy has become an ideal
Mediterranean verse swells the bosom
Tendrils of Greek vines grow
We caress with no shame
Sail with winds of summer
Love harkens every tearful meadow

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Sickness is but a word!

Sickness is spreading,
People need a cure!
Will people survive,
We are not so sure!

People crying,
People dying,
People trying,
To stay alive!

People saving,
people helping,
People praying,
No need to shimmer and shive!

Please pray for all the sick people out there,
they need every prayer!
Don't let let any sickness,
grow into a slayer!

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Slaying The Dreamer [2008]

Sweet tulip graveyard of despair,
Lull the dreams I adore.
Dark lords seduce me in a glare
In worlds wielding unused lore.

Sweet tulip graveyard of despair,
Those meadows of heaven
Share the scent of a prayer
Slaying the romantic eleven.

Lull the dream I adore
For I am a lost maiden of poetic art.
Rotting along crimson shores,
Summoning thy slayer’s heart.

Dark lords seduce me in a glare
Leading astray to dreamer’s hideaway.
Receiving letters from faraway nightmares
Shall red suns enlighten the dreamer’s decay.

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