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 Aug 2016
Darren Edsel Wilson
I lay bleeding in the crevice
trying to scream the pain away
like a fiction, was noble bliss
I closed my eyes to end the day
and along came the man
that would silence my fears
bandaged wounds
skins of beers
dirge of tunes
smiling, "Cheers!"

I could walk when morning came
shake of hands
sharing names
Eljago, he said proudly
I cringed admitting my name
regardless he called it fitting
I said much the same

With Eljago's farewell words,
he strode in danger's path
Mount Death on his horizon
I looked on, "Absurd!"
walking after him,
"Why head there?"
He said love tests all men
but for some, there is a fare
"I'll join you on this quest!"
Looking mournful, he said,
Beware...

Long was the journey!
'Neath forests, o'er hills
Nests of creatures, exotic thrills
Barbarian territory
Witch's lands... chills.
"I tire," I complained
Eljago urged we continue
"My wound gnaws me!" I shrieked.
Still, he pushed us
I collapsed, swamped in sweat
Angered, he chided me
and warned of the danger
I languished despite he
There was no roar or crack of twigs
no arrogant warning
the creature's maw like a cave
came to swallow us, darkness
blinding
Eljago swift, his might awing
cleaved it in two
while I sat bawling
Like two halves of a hill
each side flattening trees
the forest hushed in chill
as the beast was no more...
What did he use,
to fell the monster?
Eljago pointed to Mount Death
he insisted we go faster

The Journey was longer
than I could have known
at a faster pace
you'd think I was thrown!
I twisted an ankle
Eljago gave it strength
I fell over
He picked me up
I puked
He fed me
My legs gave out
He carried me
I wept
the air was so thick
I could barely breath
He finally stopped
He told me stories of his love
On an island constantly devoured by the sea
Eljago was loved immaculately
Her name was Vailloria
she came from the sea
they had ten children
but angered the Gods
for Vailloria was wed
despite Eljago's perceived odds
to have her for himself
he had to face Dragado
God of lies and darkest shadow

I told Eljago of my life
in laborious
excruciating
detail
and how I'd fallen to die...
Eljago, my savior,
began
to cry.
He had never heard a story,
so mired in turmoil
adversity made him strong
but it made me so weak.

Eljago carried me further,
to the top of Mount Death
There, I watched him approach
the throne
of the Shadow
of Death.
Dragado stepped out from shadow
his features made of bone
he looked down on Eljago
and laughed a roaring drone
"Is this what she wants?
That pathetic adulterous crone!"
Like thunder was the strike
right down on Eljago's head
never had a blow
filled me with so much dread,
but Eljago stood for glory
Eljago stood for love!
In fact, where was Eljago?
There he was, above!
His strike was like an eagle
or an axe
or something mighty
it split Dragado quick
but there was something
fishy
a puff of cloud and shadow
no residue of anything messy.

As the mist cleared,
Eljago glanced at me, confused.
I shrugged, scratched my beard
hoped the fight would be continued.
Eljago dropped to his knees,
clawing at his chest
"What's happening to me!" he cried.
I rushed over at his behest.
It was sudden,
it was cruel,
no honorable way to end a duel...
The shadowed hand of Dragado
burst from Eljago's chest
clutching Eljago's heart
failed was the test.

Eljago smiled,
he looked into my eyes, relaxed
he handed me a little scroll
"Find Vailloria..." and passed,
before his last words were said,
but I knew what we wanted last.

Dragado sat smiling
on his spectral throne
For once, something brave I said,
"Take me to Vailloria's home!"
Laughing, he obliged
A dark door opened
I walked through with confidence
and emerged on an island's bed.
There was Vailloria, waiting
beauty radiant as a breath of heaven
around her, children played
I walked to her right then
I handed her the scroll
She read it with her children ten
Who was Eljago, to you? she asked
Thinking of his tears,
I said, "He was my true friend."
Enjoy!

DEW
 Aug 2016
bs
I don't tell anyone what's going on in my head
I don't tell the people that crawl into my bed
Like newly weds,
Disconnected from reality, I'm still a little girl
I have yet to conquer or even build my own world
Take me back to the days; where ignorance was bliss
Because what I miss
Is running around a playground, not caring if I break a bone
In the end someone would always take me home.
But now I wonder,
It's not clear enough to ponder,
Where home really is.
Is it the colours I see in my reflection,
Or a book I'm forced to read?
But always,
Always in the end
I lose the need
For breathing
 Aug 2016
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

....But I gave it all away....

Learning to live before I die so I'm studying basic
Instructions to gather my bad thoughts and mental
States to cooperate with the likes of a higher power
seeing all the truths and lies of this existence,
oh did I forget to mention?
learn-to live-before- you die,
learn-to live-before- you die,
the Grass is green,
the stars are bright,
the wars are growing,
it'll be alright,
learn-to live-before- you die,
learn-to live-before- you die,
life is too short,
not enough life you can absorb,
death settles the score,
but what all of us want is more.


/


Your single , I'm single ,
the birds are singing,
the grass is soft , and I.want.you,
Your single , I'm single ,
the birds are singing,
the grass is soft , and I.want.you,

******* will only drive you insane to gain another form of
Trust in case you think to much and hurt your brain and always
moving from place to place just to prove your worth,
Call it down to earth,
Knowing this won't work,
Anti-matter has its perks,
Still a slow learner,
Gotta let me know,
What's with the intentions,
Why you shout a single word into my ears,
Of course I have fears,
We all do,
So let me love you,
Life is short,
No virtue.

Your single , I'm single ,
the birds are singing,
the grass is soft , and I.want.you,
Your single , I'm single ,
the birds are singing,
the grass is soft , and I.want.you.
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/the-right-way-2-official.html
 Aug 2016
ryn
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•point                                   
our fing-                                 
ers to the                                 
nearest a-                                 
vailable s-                                 
uckers• to                                 
take respo-                                 
nsibility  a-                                 
nd be  acco-                                 
untable....no                                 
one really bothers•we                  
do it so well unlike any other•al-
     most a skill that never gets duller•**** hits
the fan, we all look for someone to blame•it's a
hapless situation when we partake in such a ga-
  me•it's become a norm that simply never ends •
it's a nasty situation that makes enemies out of f-
riends•i look at myself and realise that i am no
   different•for i too, have my finger pointed si-
   lent•i too, have erred...warranting reproach
•milling over transgressions my words
dare not broach•sigh...why is it so
that such a habit we can never
sever•think no further...let's
just blame it on......................



human nature•

.
 Aug 2016
Adriean New
If I could build my perfect soul mate,
I'd build it like you.
My soul mate will
have beautiful eyes so I can get lost in them at night.
& long arms so they can hug me tight.
My soul mate will have a sweet voice,
so I feel comfort.
But I don't need to build a soul mate,
because I already have you.
 Aug 2016
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


The Valley waits for no man and woman to create magic
In another realm of reality through these trees,
Breathe bird seeds through these trees,
Pleasures but no lust in these trees,
Pouring my soul into an already made cup of fresh
Lemonade, your pretty eyes bounce off my glass,
I could barely feel my knees when you simply work your
****** muscles from ear to ear,
Your silence is a blessing love, I'm hearing you loud and
clear,
No place could be more riveting than this waterfall,
Gorgeous like the Gazanias in the south of Africa,
This is all a treasure in itself, how could we bare it all.
©ABPoetry2016


http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/young-wonder-2.html
 Aug 2016
bs
There are people, whether you'd like to believe
With their heads in the clouds
There are people, with more than just tricks up their sleeves.

There are people
with minds that wander
There are people
who hide under
Tables, and ceilings, and shelves.
Or smiles.

When I was younger
I would squeeze myself into tightness
Some nights I still feel like that
When hell breaks loose
And my head reminds me
Of a boxing ring
Or a shooting range
Or a couple's therapy.

I aim my gun, and pull the trigger.
Maybe one day,
One day,
I'll stop pretending I don't hope for too much.
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