Enjoy reading these posts. They’re really interesting. I had to do this just in case I lose some files.
Voice
Can thou hear thy voice that sings of harmony?Thy voice that sings thru subtle telepathy,Thy thought stirs away One’s entire plight,To stand One’s ground and staunchly fight…
Only with thy gentle voice,A lonely heart is keenly hoist,Nay, only with thy stare thou kindle,The winds to calm and remain so subtle…
Thy hand lifts all hurt away,Colors all that’s dull and gray,Thought of thee is all One’s state,That most of thou is kindness innate…
Thou art an angel of righteous descent,One chosen amongst others and heaven sent,All ruptured wounds, from mislaid reel,Thy divine hands grant to heal…
One shall be thy noble fighter,One thou could hope to battle another,One could aid like none further,One whose wounds thou could make better…
And when One goes weary from all One’s battles,Thy voice gives relief and frees from hassle,And when all is gone and all hope is lost,One shall still heave through fire or frost…
And if One shall stand alone against an army,With Heaven’s resolve and thy sentry,One shall seek all retribution amidst austerity,Even if it means demise proposed inevitability…
As the day ends and night falls,As bright sun sets, and vivid moon hauls,As One sleep from One’s troubles wake,One thinks of thee and thy fine sake…
So many things thou ever should see,So many choices falling on thee,Should it be thy destiny,All thy thoughts and hopes set free…
Parting is such sweet sorrow,To think of thee is One’s heart’s marrow,Thy radiance lights the evening sky,These One say, One dares not lie…
Mundane
i don’t really know what i’m feeling..
why can’t i seem to see..
i know now that she’s happy and free..
no matter how strong i pretend to be..
i can’t stop the pain in me..
a thousand tears i cry..
’till i feel my tired eyes dry..
truly, this pain makes me want to die..
and soar through heaven’s high..
she won’t even spare a glance..
i’m trapped in depression’s trance..
in fire my souls they dance..
awaiting that dreadful lance..
self pity..
Here’s one that I got from the internet, it was pretty, so I decided to post it anyway.
An angel filled with grief
Why am I flying like a falling angel
Whose wings are burdered by the weight of grief
And whose heaven was closed and the key was poured into the hands of a gentle pilgrim…
I am a child of lonelyness
As I am bound to bring truth and joy all over this land
As soon as a ray of light from a thousand smiles warms my house
I’ll be on a run again
In search of what was lost and will be refound..
I am the healer of wounds of a very pain
I will surround you with the warmth of my feathered arms
And I will be singing your lullabies
And lead you to the sister of death, a sweet slumber
And the stars will fade, the nightingale will end his song
And my road will be waiting again…
I am the bright morning after a night full of fear
I am the teller of fairytales in silent times
I am the wooden chair who brings an old man’s rest
I am the joy of children and the laughter of mankind
And I am an angel, filled with grief…