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Big Burning Heart C3 He Who Stands For His JusticeIssunboshi was ready to guard, But the boy was fast for him to take action as he slammed him down to the ground and pulled him over and threw him to a statue, As he felt pain through his back a bit, he got back up and looked around to find the boy.
"Where are you I know your hiding somewhere in the bushes making a old man defend for himself, show your elders more respect kid?"
As he appear before Issunboshi, Dios club him and he took him from the behind as he fallen back from the ground, He pulled out his sword and strike against Issunboshi, But as soon he Avoided from the attack he went for the body and straight to his ribcage but dealt no damage as he got back up and towards and fought the kid, " Ha you got some backbone old man, just to still stand through my attack." He charge the old man once more as he gave a full throttle towards hims. But missed as he tripped over from his own feet. Issunboshi looks as the boy fells, He laughs and walks towards the kid, even though feelin
Passage of TimeWhen time goes onward it bleaks,
When time stops it breaks.
With time and the knowing of time
can be determine in what
way we can see the open clear skies,
As time and Space can never forget
the maker of our ara.
What we seek and employ that time can
avoid but in lesss it affords
What causes that courses the wonders
of his suit?
He's ready for the world to take
him with such arms that he will learn,
He's ready for what major he has taken
if such in his career to strive for.
The work force with such power in their
exposole with such creativiy.
With that he seeks a better future for himself
and for what he will achive for his duty and
Ares God of War
The Mighty God of power.
Of his befallement of power that glorifies
him of saying what loose edge that cannot
dare for him to slay any man.
His worshipers cling on to him
as they follow his command
to battle and for victory.
With such power that dwell withing
the god to rule over and to share
the boundless rewards
that crafted and to be made of honor
and for the glory.
They shout for honor,
The shout for blood.
The Honorable Ares
Of the Honorable of Gods
Lyov and Bahn
What two friends ae two pea's that look into the tides,
What two friends that can come forth and share tales and sorrow's
With two friends can become with such a blessings that
comes closer with such and a bliss.
With friends like these who needs emnies.
With please and tease with such ease.
WHat are friends for
such strong and gleam
We should be heed with such please.
Oh Bahn please don't be a tease
It's been long time since dawn's ride
So Come now and lets drink of our times
forever and ever
God of Undearwearr
I'm mighty and powerful
to all that heed.
I'm the handsomest man
I'm so flawless that no one
cannot dare to turn back and watch.
I have it all in my hand
from physic and right
What sort of misceif can I see fit
for my self.
What cause the world to plunder with
its making as I behold this godly
underwear to my fitting
as I see to fit
A Fathers Day For youAs a father you can have moments in life
that have hardships and triumphs that come
to place and far.
As a father u have such times that come and go
and have to take on responsiblities and decisions
that you have to make on your own.
As a father you have such passion
and devotion that common man thats bold
Your a man who's kindness can tell
for any other person and sometimes can be
very helpful when you can.
You may have lost some faith in the years
to come but have such way of
bringing the joy in time after time.
What if the world that can bring urself to
urself that can loose edge.
I know I can bug you sometimes for things
that's weird and not common for all.
But I know you can make it far and wide my
beloved father cause your a person who
can do it and with by your strentgh
And this is why I sometimes want to be
like you I know things a
My Pants are too tight
My Pants arent just right.
Maybe to change the size
Something slim or something
Oh my I can't decide to change the
pants even though I had a rant
But whats done is done and my pants are
Hold Me Tight
Hold me tight so the pain will die,
Hold me tight so I can rest just right.
Hold me close so then I can feel the ease and
pain of despair flowing away from here from time
and time I can be in peace with myself.
Hold me closer please just please so the
dark cold heart of mine can be warm and flourish
With such to reach as time and to look over
the world that share with my hand to hold
passion with such meaning to deploy with happiness
So Hold me just hold me tight please
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
I Write to a Lover Who Doesn't ExistYou must've noticed how I was left bleeding
Because all you could do was stare
At me with those gemstones you call eyes.
We danced around bookshelves in the mystery section
Pretending not to notice each other
And ignoring the fact that our eyes kept meeting.
I wonder now that if we'd danced in the romance section
Would we have still ignored that part of ourselves?
And after all, aren't mysteries ment to be solved?
You must wash your hair with sunflower petals and pomegranate seeds
Because your aroma is that of a goddess
And I was attracted to you as quickly
As if you had called my name.
Would you call my name?
And would you say yours as well
Because although I have a feeling you go by Aphrodite,
We have not yet acquainted ourselves.
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
Make me a soulMake me a soul next to yours,
Make it small so you can hold it in your hands,
Make it blue like in the morning to wake up in you,
Make it strong to cry in silence when you've gone.
Make me a heart as big as the sun,
Make it warm, make it good,
Good to love, good to give, good to pray,
Make it beat for us, for you, for God.
Make me hands to feel,
Make them pure to touch,
Make them soft to caress,
Make them hard to live.
Make me a voice to sing your beauty,
Make it calm when you fall,
Make it sweet when you're mad,
Make it say 'I need you'.
Make me eyes to see you when you're working,
Even if you don't notice me.
Make them big so you can see yourself in them,
Make them deep so they'll be your refuge.
Take my whole existence and seal it with a kiss,
But make me lips to know you love me.
Make me love to know I live.
Make me know that I can dream.
Make me a soul, please.
Make me yours.
IridescentShe dances along the lines of poetry,
Her curls wind amongst the words
And I lie in love with each syllable
That is touched by her.
Thinking off her is not enough
She wraps round each thought
Like iron wrought ribbon -
In decadent dance
She caresses italics,
Winding her way through
Every dream with ethereal grace.
Iridescent, she taught me colour
Oh seraphim, but I am red, and
She lies in margins blue!
Forever my forbidden phallus,
She is everything taboo.
Please don't cause I need you,
Please don't cause it's the only time we have together.
What journys that we've been over and over with words
that cannot compare the difference with the channel
We reach out together with whispers and gossip
When I feel the same way with you it's like
a dream come true for us.
As the edge of space has bursting stars
that shine like fireworks.
I wouldn't be the same without you.
As sincere joy.
With the love we give for each other
lets stay a while.
Please dont go
cause I need you the most.
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