Mind of Masters
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I slump in a corner
With a badly battered psyche
My mother lies motionless in the middle of the
Ring
Bloody and bruised
While Death dances along the ropes
Raising his arms in victory!
The knockout came so suddenly
A sneaky punch right on the
Chin
Blowing away my flimsy hopes
I reached up to the sky and cried out in
Anguish
Invoking both Heaven and Hell
But all to no avail...
With a badly battered psyche
My mother lies motionless in the middle of the
Ring
Bloody and bruised
While Death dances along the ropes
Raising his arms in victory!
The knockout came so suddenly
A sneaky punch right on the
Chin
Blowing away my flimsy hopes
I reached up to the sky and cried out in
Anguish
Invoking both Heaven and Hell
But all to no avail...
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Rooky that was a nice one! I'm impressed.
Nedylene you really should try to hit it big time. Well I'd be more than happy to buy a tome of your poems in a book store. I'm even more impressed. I always wrote to describe and name certain things going on inside me or just to react. It's a sort of psychological matter. I don't really read that much poems to be good at writting it. Prose I (let's say) can write. Been doing it for some time now, but still I'm afraid to send it anywhere. Don't think anyone would want to print it.
Nedylene you really should try to hit it big time. Well I'd be more than happy to buy a tome of your poems in a book store. I'm even more impressed. I always wrote to describe and name certain things going on inside me or just to react. It's a sort of psychological matter. I don't really read that much poems to be good at writting it. Prose I (let's say) can write. Been doing it for some time now, but still I'm afraid to send it anywhere. Don't think anyone would want to print it.
The old stuff I've counted in the number of 178 pages in word... But I got rid of it, couse I didn't like it. And back to the drawing board, of to the key board in this case. From the beggining of summer '06 I've maged to write ~70 pages. Don't know exactly. And it's little for that amount of time. Very little.
I spread my wings,
Want to fly away,
But all the things
I know, leave me to die.
An island is my home
Exceeding it the see
Of fire and sorrow
This is my place to be.
Once me was a prince,
Light-bearer my name was.
Still I carry it shinning,
But changed it is.
Do I envy any man?
What is there to envy?
Try to gain again and again
That, what was taken,
Before it got to my hands
And it should be then,
That I should reign.
I don’t cry,
Never did
Never will.
But even now I can still fly...
Want to fly away,
But all the things
I know, leave me to die.
An island is my home
Exceeding it the see
Of fire and sorrow
This is my place to be.
Once me was a prince,
Light-bearer my name was.
Still I carry it shinning,
But changed it is.
Do I envy any man?
What is there to envy?
Try to gain again and again
That, what was taken,
Before it got to my hands
And it should be then,
That I should reign.
I don’t cry,
Never did
Never will.
But even now I can still fly...