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the black rose Sep 2019
waging war through winds,
no sign of stillness in the distance...
spewing words as clear as day,
"change your ways"...
its been far too long
you’ve stood stagnant in fear.
watching creation fall apart by the hands of you
and all who claim to be who they are not.
humble yourself…
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shifted poles,
forget the old and start anew.
your life was spared,
do you know why?
do you know who?
i feel her pain,
i know her name,
we have stolen her heart.
we have reached the point of desolation,
get on your mark.
the black rose Sep 2019
i made a friend out of fire,
fire burns without desire
and yearns for no companion,
its okay alone.
i see how it moves,
i see how it sways,
and seeks to destroy if it is betrayed...
the black rose Sep 2019
i cant be amongst you to recreate you;
when you see me all you see is yourself.
all you see is your current situation,
the falling of a nation
that fell before it ever even fell.
too many spells casted,
too many guns blasted,
too many things drastic,
too many not matching the flow & the way.
so shine your light,
lead the way.
change your life,
change your ways.
this is life,
its amazing
if you see it with the eye,
and you feel it with the mind
then you free it with the heart
and connect the broken lines.
one with the earth,
you are aligned,
you are in touch.
you'll rise again,
you'll be okay,
don't self-destruct.
something..
the black rose Aug 2019
seek you first,
you are the kingdom of god
and righteousness is yours to keep.
the black rose Aug 2019
it’s hard to make things make sense
and i try not to vent
when i see pens and papers;
my friends,
my saviors.
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i see nothing else,
i see only what’s sense-less
and
i saw nothing since this
journey to nowhere began.
this race that im running has ran
out of time and energy.
no pride so
no enemy,
no threat to my entity...
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what exists isn’t critical.
one may seem too
individual.
when i look up at my visual
i see hope
and i see stars.
i see broken,
i see scars.
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may your heart heal,
may you act as you feel
while being genuine
what’s real
will reveal.
the black rose Aug 2019
i’m stuck...
writing about past feelings and beginners luck.
running from emotions,
while still holding onto trust
that if life should take its course;
no self-ish motive or care,
there’s nothing wether high or low
that i should ever fear..
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im learning rhymes heal wounds
but only for awhile,
growing up is tragic  
i may always be a child.
filled on magic
always wild,
chaotic,
misunderstood..
but everything will always come together
as it should.
with love.
the black rose Aug 2019
you're too close..
you scare me.
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please
spare me the 40 second speech,
your kind words
with undertones that speak for me.
they tell the story that i've heard like one too many times.
got one too many lines drawn
keeping out the bad guys,
and the soul ties
and all that tries to save me from myself...
who try to be of help but i cant help it,
im selfish.
im bottled up,
you felt it.
got issues un-dealt with but atleast im genuine...
i made attempts to let you in.
im back.. can you guess for how long?
the black rose Aug 2019
like a sunflower in a bouquet of bright red roses..
you were chosen.
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the weakest link,
or so it seems.
who'd ever think
a stoic queen
could be so far behind the scene
& never seen.
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never seeking mere attention,
only focus is ascension,
elevation,
with intentions so pure...
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and no one is really sure
who you are
or
whose you are
i swear they've never seen your kind.
so brilliant,
so divine.
so free,
and so inclined
to spread love & light,
with no motive or spite
just a vision,
a clear sight of
what's righteous.
...
the black rose Aug 2019
she's a minimalist;
with a minimal list of things that she desires,
and
things that she requires.
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she's at one with all things,
so with her all things are one.
she never folds
nor does she run away.
she stays calm
and collected.
with actions dare reflecting
a light that's so flourescent,
posing questions...
like
"who are you?"
"from where have you came?"
"where have I seen you?"
and
"what is your name?"
the black rose Aug 2019
its like you’re saying "dont feel anything"
and trust me,
ive tried.
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i saw me stone-cold,
walls up,
eyes shut
and doors locked dead to the world.
dead was the girl
with no soul,
no heart,
but every night she fell apart.
every night she felt a piece of her fade away into the dark.
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and now i feel everything,
and i feel it so deeply.
i feel things ive never felt,
and i feel them discreetly.
maybe i'm too "emotional" or maybe you're not emotional enough..
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