On the paper of life
We wrote the stories
Of love and emotions
With the ink of pain
Dusted with the glitter
Of broken dreams
The words of loss
Bleeding from the pen
An unfinished tale
Of ruined beings

Another bullet walks through flesh
A stream of claret trickles through
Requiem of the dead is again played
As another soul ascends to light

Day by day a body hollowed
Only lifeless remains lay on the ground
Waiting to be judged on Earth
Or remain forgotten evermore

A heart of steel can feel nothing
Yet the coldest of bullet will never ****
If no grudge blazed in this inferno
No steel will ever touch a skin

Among these burned ashes
Burned bodies, burned souls
Will one find peace inside?
Will one find a reason to live?

The love of a poet in love with a pen,
About love, heartache, mystery or sin,

A chosen few who can tell the tale,
That will inspire, unite, or cast a spell,

Then there are the few  who do not agree,
With the style, format or cant even see,

The love of a poet in love with the pen,
Who shares the tale about something within,

Judge not about what is missunderstood,
expression through poetry is simply good.

I too am a poet in love with my pen,
I hope you enjoy- what I share from within.

Swords are forged of pills.
Castle of dark tapestries.
I am the princess.

( Sonnet )*

In the drugs of the airs so nearly
By her, deep in delusions of youth,
I followed dry some salt seas soul,
Blinded by a siren, in the sundials,
Of her dark, entangling, dire red hair.

My soul was unmembering and lost,
My body, tided to the moons glows
And pull, she rowed us deep before
Dawn, and a drowning mans shanty
Cut my ears.  Was not all dreamland?

Were the stars merely eyes that sailed
Into a sailors tall tales token etched on
Scrimshaw, of bones gut ghostly white?
Do mermaids in waves, pine for mortals?

There is nothing I can say
But when I say it
Listen

Once upon a time...
I Met you.
I never thought we would end up like this.
But before I go any further... I must say...
We met, and it was wonderful.
You brought a whole new perspective,
Into my journey of this game named Life.
We talked, and noticed
All the similarities we had.
We became inseparable.
You and I believed it was comraderie at first.
We were brothers,
although many times I had to kindly remind you I was a female.
You and I in the silence,
Was more than a conversation.
Everything we did, was fun.
We went on many adventures,
Together.
Your company was like no other....
You were my best friend.
But through one experience...
It seemed the glass broke.
You no longer saw me as a brother...
You saw me as a...
Woman.
Who knew this view would make you withdraw so quickly.
You retreated and left me in the dark.
You ignored me and avoided me.
I never understood why.
I blamed myself... I lost a brother.
All of a sudden,
You admitted to falling inlove,
With ME.
I was dumbfounded, confused, but most of all happy I heard from you again.
I did not quite understand your feelings,
But your company is what I needed and craved.
Perhaps, knowing how you felt gave me butterflies...
But, I always had them in your company.
Perhaps, I fooled myself into thinking
You were only a brother figure.
Perhaps, this whole time I was inlove with you too...
Just too afraid to admit it.
And with a conversation, and a magical kiss...
I was yours.
That kiss, left me breathless. Sparks were everywhere.
All the fairy tales kisses I believed to be *******...
Came true... When I kissed you.
Everything from then on... Was Magical.
But, like in all stories... Time was not on our side.
Time was our enemy and distance was our betrayer.
Before I left, you began acting strange.
You began ignoring me.
Blinded by love, I kept hopes alive... That this magical reltionship would sustain regardless of the distance.
The day of my birth... You did not come see me. The day of my birth... I was sentenced to leave for awhile.
Where were you? Nowhere to be found.
And when I asked... I instantly knew...
It broke off.
In tears I ran to a friend... Who called you a coward.
I cursed your name...
The last thing you said was
"Happy Birthday, Im sorry".
And here I am.... Foolishly thinking of you.
Without a reason and as my world shatters apart for right now.
There will be brighter days. Those will always come....
Because life never stops for the fool inlove.
©Lily M. Sky

A state of emergency may again soon be declared
something for which only a few have been prepared.
It will involve the whole of humanity on such a scale
that it will resemble in effect the oft told biblical tale.

Many people have been talking much about ‘the end time’
and it seems that what they have been saying isn’t a crime,
based on various words prophesied and written down of old
that mankind is undergoing now, past generations foretold.

The world as we know it has become full of corruption and deceit
there isn’t much hope in finding anything else that is so complete.
Even the forces of nature come screaming ominously in our faces
and uproot what we’ve taken for granted to be our homely places.

It would seem that the very thing we fear has slowly come upon us all
due to a lack of faith or trust in God going against His Laws we recall.
Though it has been preached that we are now under a New Covenant
and because of this it’s supposed to be something which is permanent.

But what this really does mean to all those who profess and seek the Word
is that in our own heart and mind or conscience God’s voice is to be heard.
In solitude and quietness we should often then meditate and go deep within
and reflect more on the things we could do better which don’t incur any sin.

Instead of being bent on revenge, pride and many another self-gratification
we should consider more the welfare of all those in need with contemplation,
and help to make this world a better place for us all to live in and call home
until the time comes yet again for God to intervene and make right His own.
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