Without you
Once I ruled the depths of the seven seas
My soldiers marched all across the land
My words were sacred, they were written in stone
The staff of tyranny forever in my hand
Powers conspired to bring me to my knees
On some fateful day I ran into you
The love that you gave cured me of my ills
Beheld the world did I with eyes anew
I abandoned my throne, for I did not care anymore
My thoughts were only of a life with you
Foolishly I did not foresee what fate had in store
That you would forsake and I would lose
Now alone I wander the deserts of Nazareth
My kingdoms lie deep beneath the sand
All my glory devoured by time, I long for death
Without you, confounded, insane, I roam the land
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 Posted by Heretic in Poetry on January 25th, 2008 |
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January 25th, 2008 at 2:30 pm
Hey heretic (strange name again!), very well written one. You really seem to be a thoughful person but you are taking it down with you my fren. Don’t loose hope ! Leave the past, tomorrow’s yet another sunday. Listen to the wind, it is saying something…..
The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for you the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
You go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to you in May…..
So buckle up ! Start a new race ….your soldiers will honour it !
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January 25th, 2008 at 2:35 pm
another boomm….man u are full of emmontions and the such a high command in vocabulary….
good one bro…
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January 26th, 2008 at 11:21 am
nice work, once again!!
well, i would have liked the poem better with a title of a fictional character, a king (just an opinion)
cheers!!
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January 26th, 2008 at 11:26 am
Anti-Spam when you comment on a work of art, you comment on the art not the artist, that way it’s much encouraging… you write well, why don’t you start posting?
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January 27th, 2008 at 4:23 am
Well awsiv, I am just trying to TAKE OUT my fren heretic (still a strange name…) from the desolation of past. His writings are very good and well illustrated! He could become a poet of tragedy some day and I don’t want him to be that. It is time to move-on for him with an angel who can whisper on his ear for good. As long as he thinks about his lost be-loved, he can never come out of his anguishness.
Anyway, I appreciate your comment !
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February 27th, 2008 at 3:59 am
deep and dark… a whisper from the abyss of the herd. Keep the rhythms emanating and some of the outsiders might ponder over this hollow chunk of chaos, and its frilly thrills…
Greetings from the land of kashmir,my comrade!!!
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February 29th, 2008 at 8:01 am
AUBEDE
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