some of my new poetry, hope you enjoy

Ghost on a wall

A toad to breath yet ambitions before wink,
verses of success and glory already written
with no consult to thoughts yet to wake;
all the sins of our fathers and how they dream.

Burying the truth of all being a vassal,
not one molded for love and happiness
but one made with essence to struggle
with little gayety; there'll be more cries than smiles.

Yet all kiss the sun in the eye
contending with her sorrows so to live
in hopes of one day in glory die
and chase legend so their names may live

Though regardless of legend in fall
at end, all will be nothing but a ghost on a wall.

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Life upon a dream

Many times
I sit in my mind
and reminisce
through time
upon my failed loves
and aspirations
and wonder why.

Why after heartbreaks
upon heartbreaks
we attempt to love again
knowing in due time
love turns to pain;

each night I close eyes
and dream of peace
only to wake
in a world heap of sins.

a dream deferred;
the story of humanity.

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Muse of Nymphs

Reflections strike thought of Newfangled ill
Within the sight of all mirror,
Torching fire for thy tongue to spill
All blindness thy bosom do harbor,
For so oft in barren of wits
I’ve invoked thy fair face for my Muse
Never failing to win heaven’s graces;
Belting nymph melodies from the blankest of verse.
Yet, thy stares at mirror lie sore
But to my pen, a strike at gold
Thus never wishing back the days of yore
In fear of muse, if thine eye, beauty found
For thy lust at mirror lie my treasure
yet grief at blasphemies from such creature
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Agnostic: a god without a paradise

The sky fall's
I tear
step backwards
look at phoenix;
she lies in cinders.
No Christ,
the only hope lies
in my palms.

I emerge
a god without a paradise,
shading my wisdom
on this path of darkness.

Lacing my heart with courage,
for no past
exist
and the future in the unseen
heaven
now a phantom, never again promised.

I quote my thoughts
as bible
planting philosophies
in my unborn seed, the disciple:

they shall hate you for what ever you do,
live not by scripture but by good.
Embrace all men, even those who lovely stare,
in face of evil, be aware;
every deed is returned thus be wise;
do these and you shall find yourself a paradise.

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Heartbreak Report

In this lesson on love,
this is my heartbreak report,
in this lesson on love,
this is my heartbreak report.
she's the rule,
the yearns of my heart
adhere by her
touch,
her glares,
even at the thought of her face
and voice.
But she knows
so she refuses
to look
or call,
knowing it be a dagger
to my soul.
Yet she swings,
landing in my arms,
blushing to kiss
tantalizing my lips
before moving away in bliss
knowing my death she risk.
Yet I rejoice
in hope
to cope
with the heart ache,
lying that her tease
is her true want
so I wait.
Hoping she stretch her arms
for me to love,
she does;
but begging for coins.
And I give,
dropping jewels
I don't have
and she takes.
I scorn, yet her greed
give me hope that me she need.
So I wait
and wait,
only for her to tease
on a kiss,
beg for coins to feed
and leave.
And I can take no more.
So in this lesson on love,
this is my Heartbreak Report,
learn from it
and take no more.
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Hour of Faith

If I should perish
this hour
by my yearns,
lord, if true
my soul I pray to collect.
Grab my feeble hands
and lay me by your feet
and with thy holy garments,
wipe away my tears.
Thrust me onto thy breast
and whisper your forgiveness
into my sinful ears
and I shall too retreat
all blasphemies
that my doubts birth.

Then I ask
that you lay my soul
back to your earth
with words to preach.
But till that faithful hour,
I shall scream all distaste I do harbor.
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Glares to faint

I faint when I of you do write
For nirvana lives your glare
Marching angels at each sight
Enough to victor any visions of 'mare

But thou art away
Along with all glares
And I to yearn day by day
For those glares, rosy cheeks and lips,

That he taint by touch
Leaving mehearts full of ill
And desires for his face to punch
Knowing his deceitful will

But I thou’ll abate if fight,
Thus I yearn, but not fit t’ bear, I ink and faint