Small Seeds
One has a small seed in the plants of the world,
It has watched over us when we sleep and pray.
The wise women of the land abruptly speak
And cause the wise men of this laid land to listen
Fully in accordance with God's wishes.
Both of the wiser people shall obtain a remainder,
And a reminder, for the solutions are separate.
A true arrow is unleashed due to bad thoughts,
And this envelope of sin has accomplished no partnership.
The one who has a seed to sow shall damn the blind works,
Shall never float on the crests of the river, as its bed has friction
With us and our souls, that long for more of a demise.
Let the unscathed be damned once the energy has been retained,
For wishes are to be made aright by the one who sees
Whatever is and whenever is the event.
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Kingdom Over the Mountain
Courts are many in the kingdom over the mountain,
Where kings have stammered over their speeches,
Where the royal palaces must conserve their strength
To fight us in the lands of many, the land of plenty.
Offered a ghostly help by his subjects,
The king is expecting melodies to surprise his court,
His is the evolution to tame a monster and a country,
Too many troops have died in the end for this country.
Always some of us stage rebellion in trampling fashion,
In work of worst strategy, and fame at last.
Then a king and a queen have departed to the hereafter,
To the land of Paradise, the bouncy one.
Plenty of people gather in strong heaps,
To cling is the best strange action
So then we learn of these royal families
To cling on the hammer of their judgement.
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The Charm Of An Instant
Towards the statements I make comes a lorry or truck,
Instead of their wheels my words I take in my stomach.
The hunger of a puck is about and around the world,
Food enters the mouths of motors and trains, unfurled.
I see a dream of words that muttered from the heart,
My sweetening rains fell on the days I have to part.
This day my crimes foretell us and our ills,
The fishes of the sea and the harmony carry chills.
Once the suddenness of the hills of water and land
Melts into one instant, a favourable flight has us beforehand.
The real fighting has occurred from the farms and charms,
May the readying of faith count as one of the harms.
The real eve of battle celebrates the few who learn to live,
Any coward surrounding us shall lift and abstain from being active.
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Destroy
I have a god in my wardrobe,
And he speaks to no one like me.
All that is like the god is called destruction
Because it smashed into pieces, into many of them.
I have a goddess in my lounge,
And she talked to no one like me.
I found out one day, another day, that dying was for women,
And also for men. Because both were destroyed.
When? Death has a doorway to pass through,
And it was when the goddess started to speak that I enjoyed life
And all its glories, all its tastes and scents.
I HAD a god and a goddess, but then I lost both,
For they could not look at me with power and might.
Instead, the powers were absent from the falling of both.
I had concluded that destruction is the distraction caused by smashing ornaments.
I want to destroy for the benefit of humanity.
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My Accusation
My accusation is polite but he does not listen too much to me,
Poetry is the cause of this reluctance as he shines tomorrow.
Men and women are so trustworthy at times, like gunpowder
And its result after much ploy and tactics of fine powder.
The power results from power, enlightening the professor
Of such will-power, all of a sudden, suddenly like a hare watching.
Many men reside in this house, in this unworthy set of circumstances
That shudder and gossip like the wind and rain, fully sounding solid.
Poetry is the cause of the bereavement process, a mourning has arrived
And touched the hearts of so many avid thinkers of the same person.
Avoid this region of talk if you will hunt for a dream to conquer
Inside a likeliness that only we defend, only we strive, only we dare.
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Fade Into Heaven
Fade so swiftly into a shadow, for you are evil,
It certainly suffers, poor is your soul and might;
Open the door to pain and mayhem, killing you
By its grip, it felt cold but then warm.
Entrance is superb, fully enticing, more than a friend,
Lulling the demons causes peace in this quarter,
Where friends of God tell angels what to do.
I adore and admire, I have spirits surprising,
Warm is my tongue with blasphemy so fresh,
As if words were meant to be written in order to police
The general heavenly populace, a state so crowded.
But angels are in knots, in wool, fastened to the door
More than what we think or describe or what we teach.
The door must give way to man and woman,
Its hinges creak, the story is transferred
And I am young in this grasp, in what is appealing.
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In Love Is Beauty
In love, in deep beautiful time, one delight
Can blend and mix, blend and migrate
To a deeper love of threatening mice, so light,
So bright in white, so very dumb and late.
In this walking sleep comes a time so to mumble,
Too wet, too beautiful like a main message
In wait for heaven, in entirety the sleeping humble,
Exact and correct for all time, your afterimage.
I am stuck where nobody cares, and loses,
For success lies ahead, and life will be lame,
In order to achieve a pin and finger of flushes,
This ends with spilt blood from the same.
Offered to love is reward, incased in reward is beauty,
We felt harder with vegetable and meat, without crime;
Design the flux of life to influence life that it is discovery,
Return to the woods of distinction, a little climb.
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A Hill
A hill is in the sky much too high,
Offering us a new scene too beautiful,
But when is the strength to apply?
We must shift and learn and amplify,
Leaving too much time that is abnormal,
A hill is in the sky much too high.
Kill the souls of the fathers that are by,
Watch for the elements of risks considerable,
But when is the strength to apply?
I shun from single mothers who fight and buy
A lesser man who burns the clothes all horrible,
A hill is in the sky much too high.
You must change your job like water, or die,
For to die is greater than to be immortal,
But when is the strength to apply?
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I Am Wine
I am wine for you to drink and extract pleasure, just slowly,
So that alcohol is consumed to deter, just slowly.
When the substance floats away and crumbles beneath the skin of the Earth,
A plant has been contained in our hands, the hand is the detector, just slowly.
Living is loved for its juices, the very amount is not worth knowing,
Like the speed of the Earth’s orbit, the detester, just slowly.
May life begin again for the best outcome and this love,
The world is cooked with it, and living is a detailer, just slowly.
Loneliness is the solution to the problems of Love,
May the alcohol burn to exist in a flood, Love is a member, just slowly.
May life enchant the believer and the careless water,
May Loving Men and Women see my wine, and me as mediator, just slowly.
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Little Men
Little men speak so loudly on the ears of loud people,
Their heads spoke hard and heard many strict statements back;
Like the boats to cross the water of the river
A small task is to accomplish and carry out new sequences
In installing peace to our society;
Fear those tasks as little men who speak
And cowards turn their shame into loss.
Such power is maiming us, when it is called arrogance,
But when children sing in the clouds of heaven
The hard rain is making tears felt with rage and insolence
As they spoke too fast and noisily, they were never trained
Nor were rigours blending with the older lot.
A whole spoken sentence may blend as one aim, as a bending
Of light by a silver mirror.
Fear and then more than fear the children who practice offenses
On the tasks of our people.
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