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The PirateStealing is a simple task
once you’ve done it once or twice.
I am the pirate that steals no gold.
I don’t steal jewels, or food, or any material thing.
No, what I steal is young women’s hearts.
I take them, keep them, and soon, toss them away.
They fall to my every need
and are used as pretty little dolls.
They fall for my charms and good looks.
My smooth voice.
My sweet words.
They can’t see that I’m the dreaded pirate they’ve heard of.
Soon, their hearts are mine to play with.
Their bodies are mine to enjoy.
But I get bored easily
and I leave them like that.
Hm? What’s that?
Another pretty lass?
Big eyes, awkward posture, screaming innocence.
Oh! I’ve found my next toy!
That pretty lady blushes and says no,
but I keep pursuing.
Not taken, pure, and very gullible.
My kind of girl!
This girl, it seems, is different.
She took longer than the rest to get
and had boundaries that I can’t break down.
But I’m a pirate, and nothing w
Return When I Am EmptyDistraught though I may be
And all the darkness of my worry
Come back to me, when there is nothing else in my heart
I catalogue our conversations
And in a series of contemplations
Come back to me, with bottomless passion in your eyes
The night terrors rack my sleep
And make me held apart so weep
Come back to me, and stop the gap between our embrace
The linen is a sallow shade
As sun beams glow and moon dreams fade
Come back to me, to blanched world brighten again
Nourished off the ash I intake
As gravestone ground into my daily wake
Come back to me, refill my plate with honey lips
My hand is on your place
As languid days would pass in haze
Come back to me, and make my fingers warm in holding
My pillow I wet with feeble words
In attempt to console the clinging burrs
Come back to me, and cover these plants of self-destruction
Into a weakness I fall head first
In failure watch the teardrops burst
Come back to me, clearing the cumulus that took your face
Soon I shall misfile a mental fact
Regarding That Night Two Years AgoHe shut the door without a final glance.
Her tears flooded the ocean, releasing
The misery with the “status quo” trance.
Their hearts both felt a tight, painful squeezing.
The moon, full and bright, halted its orbit.
He sat alone, hidden inside the dark
Shell he calls home, and stared at her portrait,
Drawn on their night at some amusement park.
He wished to live again the memories
They shared together, when time flew away
And commitment was handled with such ease.
He understood his life was hers every day
And wondered how she’d cope with emptiness.
No matter, she’s now found true happiness.
404I tend to work under a layer
Of symbolism and metaphor
Which might seem esoteric –
Unreachable to the uninitiated.
If this is the case with you, talk to me
For a minute – or maybe more –
And you’ll find that the arcane references
Are but a fragile mask
Hiding a void –
Signifying nothing –
Except for the one I thought might see –
Might have me pegged without having to ask
With this one I thought there was a prayer
To get out from under this shell
Of sideways glances and glancing blows
Beyond to something more that might tell
Something about myself and the way I am.
With her it was always simple things –
Nothing grand and nothing great –
But something real nonetheless.
With him it was always bless and be blessed
Seeking nothing but the will of fate
To lead his life down a path of purest offerings.
With me it was always a matter of that which is seen
And that which is not, but is like the backdrop of a dream –
Felt, but not real
Becky's LessonBecky is a little girl,
She has everything she could ever want in the world.
That turned her into a hateful brat,
Even worse than Grumpy Cat.
One day she turned five,
She was now old enough to go to school with the other kids.
There she learned what life was about.
There she was laughed at every time she would pout.
She started to say school was no fun,
Even that it was dumb,
But then she made friends that helped teach her a valuable life lesson;
One that she would cherish even as an adolescent.
Remarks on October Festivities‘Twas the day before Halloween, when all through the school,
Not a student was present, not a seat was full.
The pumpkins and skeletons were taped to the walls with care
In preparation for the children that would soon be there.
The buses pulled up and the parking spots filled.
Students in costume straggled through the autumn chill.
And Sister with her pumpkin spice coffee, and I with my scarf
Had just stepped out of our car to see a classmate’s hair looking like candy corn barf.
I looked at my sister and she looked at me,
Her eyes gleaming with a festive glee.
“It’s the transfer student,” was all she could master.
I nodded. “Yes, his hair’s a disaster.”
The orange dye bled into the yellow—
Well, blonde—it didn’t look right on such a pale fellow.
And what with my wandering eyes did I see,
But the transfer student coming towards me.
He grinned and waved, dressed mostly in black,
While I took a surreptitious step back.
Das Wasser des LebensIn einem verwunschenden Königsanwesen
Weit jenseits der Meere, am Rande der Zeit,
In welchem selbst Wunden zu Wundern genesen,
Da wartet das Ende von Elend und Leid.
Dort ruhen die Menschen in ewigen Träumen,
Von Mythen und Märchen, von Liebe und Glück,
Von wachsamen Helden, in schlummernden Räumen:
Sie bringen das Licht in die Seele zurück.
Und suchst du das höchste der hohen Gewässer,
Das Wasser, das Alter und Krankheiten nimmt,
Versuch dich als Träumer und Traumlandvermesser,
Die Hoffnung war stets für die Schwärmer bestimmt.
Doch kannst du nicht träumen, dann suchst du vergebens,
Das heilende, heilige Wasser des Lebens.
The Tale of Mr. Dark's FateOnce, a feared enemy of Rayman
And now a forgotten foe of the Past
So now the question does stand
Where did he go after defeat
Where to hide in a world so vast?
With a name such as 'Dark'
What did you really expect?
He was known for leaving his mark
Not showing remorse or paying his debts
Where to find solitude, safety at last
From the hero he had run from so fast
Time went on, and one being interfered
Though not without humor, Dark's wish they adhered
Now this rouge of the shadows had a new home
Not one of sweets but one from which he needn't roam
His company, though not silent, was loyal and not quite so cold
Though now he had lost his cloak and mysterious guise
He still had his defiant, brilliantly yellow eyes
Here in the darkness, a villain starts a new, peaceful life
For many years, there was happiness
That is, until a certain hero came again to fight
And was met once again with a mirrored face
Where once had been Mr. Dark
The form, at least, of Dark Rayman had taken his place
Truth hurts/Secrets KillE:I saw her looking around nervously,
As if she had a secret to hide.
She walks slowly towards I familiar looking guy.
My heart shutters realizing she’s lied.
S:I told him I’m hanging out at my aunt's place.
E:The pain was unbearable recognizing my best friend’s face.
S:I told him to come over Saturday. I’ll end the secrets there.
E:Nothing I do can help me prepare.
I can’t imagine her telling me she doesn’t care.
S:I feel sneaking around his back isn’t fair.
E: Walking through the halls I hear people whisper, and I know what they’re saying.
I know they know about the sick game she’s been playing.
S:Word’s getting around school fast.
I hope he doesn’t hear until Saturday’s past.
E:The day is finally here.
On my way I’ll down some beer.
S:His friend and I planned so hard for his birthday party.
He knew being here was important to me.
Hours pass by.
I can’t help but cry.
The phone starts to ring and I fee
Fatal Slip - A Steam Punk PoemFatal Slip
A Steam Punk Poem
The timbers blazed,
the ship's been razed.
The captain made one fatal slip.
The alarms made no sound
as we neared the ground.
And Fear held us in his grip.
They closed our eye
so they could hide.
And the console didn't blip.
The sky ran red
and we knew we were dead.
As the pirates boarded the ship.
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