Just a poem I recently wrote in contemplation at the pier. Enjoy ^^
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In the aWake
The ebbing tides and breezes bend
Beneath the transitory skies,
I wonder where these waters end...
And in the mystery they lend
Embracing winds' and waters' tie
The shifting tides and breezes bend
Ever-changing seasons send
A rush of ardor past my eyes,
And beauties over waters' end
Patterns of my life now blend,
Retreating from repeating lies
Which the flowing zephyrs bend
Elements of hope defend
The grace with which the heavens cry
Mourning not the summer's end
Despite persistent twists and bends,
Horizons cannot ever end.
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Seeing as my other account got blocked, Im going to be transferring poems from there to here, along with any new works.
Quarry To My Conscience
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Give us our bread
and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake
or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin,
but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's love your neighbor
and rattle your sabre
But kneel to that cross on the wall...
and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake
or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin,
but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's love your neighbor
and rattle your sabre
But kneel to that cross on the wall...