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On My Own
On my own, the darkness surrounds,
On my own, the darkness abounds.
On my own, the darkness will take,
On my own, when I wake.
On my own, my feelings die,
On my own, all is a lie.
On my own, against the fall,
On my own, I stand tall.
On my own, I wait grim,
On my own, against a whim.
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I sit here, wondering in my mind,
When I look, what I shall find,
Looking into a world of dark and gloom,
Will it be despair or doom?
Any of these things I seldom seek,
For the make one seems small and meek;
No, it is courage that I know,
In times of trouble, the hearts of men will show.
It is this thing that I shall see,
And hope that in time, I shall be.
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Death
Is it the ever present specter?
Is it the cold and eerie silence?
Is it in every facet and sector?
Is it at the hands of violence?
Is it a calm reprieve?
Is it the end of all you see?
Is it nothing more to believe?
Is it knowing that you will cease to be?
Is it pain and bitterness abound?
Is it pain and fear?
Is it your end coming around?
Is it your end near?
Death is closing - Death is here.
Death approaches, embrace him.
Death is closing - you've reached your nadir.
Death approaches, your chances are slim.
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Life
What is life?
Is it happiness rife?
Is it sadness aboud?
Or anger all around?
Is it sorrow for a lost friend?
A broken heart that will not mend?
Is it a constant fight?
a struggle on through the night?
Is it the feeling of rage?
despite all that has happened in your age?
or maybe it is the joy of love?
that is pure and sweet, like a dove.
Life is all of this, and much much more.
It awaits for you to open the door.
Poetry Volume #1
in Banquet Room Archives
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A Search in Fire
There is a gentleness in the fire,
like the singsong of the lyre,
The burning of a fire is forever,
Reminds me of all to which I endeavor.
To find myself, and know what's true,
In everything that the people do,
Searching for answers that are far,
Wondering whatever that they are.
There is an urge in my mind,
to seek what I seek, and find what I find.