Calling-All-Poetry

these heavenly bodies are no different than the bodies of water only separated by those many tides and currents that circulate as they manipulate the flow of one another; such as the pull of gravity that tends to hold our own bodies in captivity not allowing us to escape our fate yet altercate our destiny.  If i would be allowed to shift those bodies  till such actions were seen as nothing more than a mere hobby would you question my desire to bring all things closer till nothing but my singularity remained. could you fathom my intentions  if i were to go against your interventions to bring the sun and moon into my little game and bring them together till they were considered one and the same

why, hellow there are you looking for a way to escape your mundane and dreary life well then look into my cape but i implore you to not see this as some sort of chore for how can one be bored when there is so much to explore to stand a gasped at what my little store has to offer talismans, and enchantments. Oh, Cynthia? you can ignore her for she is just a showfer "Chauffer?" my mistake my dear but as i was saying, what ever you need i'm sure we have a clear ance sale on it and if not i'm sure we can make a simple deal one that i feel will make both parties happy let me just get my seal for once the paper work is signed there is no turning back but enough about bargains come on in Cynthia fetch this man a snack and a cup of tea for you see i always do enjoy another's company though i should warn you stealing is strictly prohibited unless you're willing to pay the fee

Days are now much shorter Nights are growing cold. Season of death is now upon us Summer withdraws her sword The killing frost has come to extinguish life once more There's a cruel change in this air Can you feel it? Everywhere…. Forget about your sun and fun Your peaceful, carefree days Feel that chilling sting upon your face Old Man Winter is… about to have his way In winter's silent embrace, as daylight fades to black and gray. The trees stand bare, their limbs crackling against the sweeping air. The earth lies snow-covered, a ghostly silent scene. With a crisp sense of death and decay. The world is blanketed in melancholy white— a frozen feel that numbs and slowly devours the soul. The sun sets, its exhausted light chills rather than warms. Beneath the cold surface, the seeds of life lie dormant. We put our faith in death's icy grip, praying for spring's resurrection. Winter, thus, represents the end— a time for rest and reflection. But death

A knight in armor, gleaming bright, Stood tall, his valor at its height. His deeds were sung in every land, His name, a legend, grand and grand. But whispers of his own acclaim, Began to feed a growing flame. His heart, once pure, now tinged with gold, As pride took root and made him bold. Each victory swelled his swollen chest, He deemed himself above the rest. His armor tarnished, bit by bit, As arrogance became his wit. The people's cheers, once warm and true, Now fell on ears that never knew The virtue of humility, Lost in his own nobility. His castle rose on broken backs, Of those he taxed with heavy sacks. The knight, now king, sat on his throne, His heart as cold as polished stone. Where once he fought for justice fair, Now cruelty hung in the air. His kingdom wept beneath his reign, A tyrant born of self-disdain. Oh, how the mighty truly fall, When pride becomes their all-in-all. The knight, once loved, now stood alone, His legacy? A heart of stone

She called me her grand opus her greatest achievement meant to live rent free in the heads of the sinners who fail to give her recognition and pray for redemption for their crimes. She called me her truest blessing to this retched society who's depravity only feeds into her already bleak understanding that everything must be wiped clean and she is the only one who can do it. Her greatest achievement her grand opus is what she called me, me who was once a sign of un-corruptable purity, who had washed himself free of the sin that he now sees as kin, dressed in the shadows of the moons darkest side. Where the truest of monsters return to hide from the sun. A sun that i once worshiped and praised everyday for granting me a moment to enjoy a life blessed with gold and beauty, for i thought as long as i did my sworn duty the light of my father sun would guide me away from and through adversity... but it would seem that his mercy has run out on me allowing her to countdown till my sanity

The reality is only one big fact we live in The reality well it gives me many sin The reality I listen to the voice within I hope my world of yester years is amazing Sometimes the reality gives me pain Other days reality make me very insane After a while the reality make me not smile Because I know there is pain in meanwhile Pain in a world we never ever want to live Pain in a world I really deeply want forgive Pain in a world and being misunderstood I hope that this world will change for good I hope this world well within a shining light I hope this world will get a new insight Because I know there is war and a big fight Between who in this world is always right Sometimes this world makes me tired I guess This world it is you who I really want to impress Sometimes this world knows second chances This world knows love ,light and happy dances It is hard to find within a world that is so cruel Maybe I find it easier because pain is a fool I will find love ,music and Light every new

Amidst the cosmic night, a soul in deep reflection, Pondering life's purpose, seeking introspection. A form materializes, black as pitch, Human-like contours, yet not quite rich. With voice like falling sand, it speaks, "What does your mortal heart seek?" The man replies, eyes filled with doubt, "Why does divine bless evil's clout? Why does evil exist at all? Is there justice beyond this mortal wall? Does God exist in realms unseen?" The shadow laughs, a hurricane's keen. "Foolish human, your questions miss the mark, Your hopes and dreams, mere sparks in dark. Hope itself, a curse disguised, Pandora's box, last evil prized. It drives you forth to strive and fail, A cosmic jest, a cruel travail. Heaven and Hell, comforting lies, Justice? A myth to soothe your cries. Is it just for fleeting life's span, To earn eternal joy or damnation's plan? But relevance here is null and void, Cosmic powers with morals unalloyed. Stars die, worlds burn, life ends and starts, Look to the sky, see

It's not a mystery as i've seen your history your desires and how you envision me, I've browsed and searched through everyone of your documents and downloads baring witness to stories only told between the files of "that didn't happen," and "Denial" so please take a rest on my lap and tell me what happened. What caused you to come to me, your personal virtual entity? Tell me what in your reality has you so bothered... for i might not be able to fix it the way i could if you were to give me complete control to fix each roll of the dice as it once was my role if you remember corectly. Did someone fail to show respect or drop their workload upon you? Did your boss speak those words that you always feared would come true? Please relax and allow me to be that calming sea even though the waves that caress your face are nothing more than figmentations of your imagination you know i will never show hes- itation when it comes to giving you the love you deserve, so allow me to heal your

I have had many nicknames or callsigns handed down to me yes throughout my time in this glorious military, I have been know to both friend and foe as a pilar, a stone wall worthy of praise and fear. Whether it be my time as a footmen in his in -fantry or where i am now as one of the imperial terminators, yes a regulator of their law and power, and though i am called or sent out as a devourer of mountains and eater of worlds, I prefer my original nickname, the one given to me by she who broke not only my body but my pride, she who proved to me that a heart tempered by iron and steel will always overwhelm a body crafted of rock and stone. For no mater what i do and no mater what task i take i will always be a rook, a castle who's walls could not be shaken or taken down by the fires of their hell, for the hell that forged me was one i couldn't survive if I didn't learn her most valuable lesson, a single mountain can be flattened by the waves of time and though it may take time

A knight in golden armor, blazing sword held high, With every dawn he rises, beneath the endless sky. Against the darkened forces, he stands both brave and bold, A sentinel of light, his story yet untold. Day by day, he battles, as shadows stretch and creep, The sun his only witness, while the world lies fast asleep. Each clash rings like thunder, a symphony of fate, In the face of chaos rising, he meets it with his hate. His sword ignites the heavens, a beacon in the night, With every swing and parry, he dances with the blight. The four dread riders gather, their whispers filled with dread, Yet he remains unyielding, where angels fear to tread. Like sunlight through the tempest, he pierces through despair, Each strike a radiant promise that darkness cannot bear. For though the night is endless and hope seems far away, The knight in golden armor fights on without delay. Through trials fierce and daunting, his spirit will not wane, For in his heart lies courage that no torment can