ASSORTED POETRY


Ephemeral as a moth
Transient as dust
Your beauty is to me

I batted an eyelash,
and you left but a memory.

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Into Satan’s fires seep
Now our secrets it may keep
When we should at last dispose
Of this life's problems posed

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Life is a Quatrain
I don't know where I'm going
Hardly know where I've been
I took a road less travelled,
But it only ends in sin.

It isn't about the journey-
It isn't about the end.
All that really matters-
Is the shape you end up in.

Once I had a lover
Once I let her in
Only to have her feel
The coldness beneath my skin.

I thought I could be courageous.
I thought I could lead the pack.
But all I have to show for it
Is a shadow behind my back.

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Tis a sweet Sensation
to give in to Tempation
To let desire guide you
just fol' along.

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The eye at last must itself see.
The curse of vision turned inwardly
Fear of fears, what miracle is this,
that such a monster can exist.

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I hate the voice that taunts me;
It tells me 'always, always shall I fail'
And so long as that voice haunts me,
It is fear that shall prevail.

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We look forward, we look back
Always striving to find the right track
We often worry, often regret
Too many waste, too few beget

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To me, to be, is more than to exist.
It is to realise, to strive, then persist.

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