That One Buccaneer

This blog is where I shall post my God given talent of poetry. I will try to post daily at the least. Note that I will not post daily. Also, all the stuff on here is original content. Please don't steal any of my hard work.

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Inspired by Isaiah 6

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A Poem

Fire and flame Speak of your name The old and new Sing praises to you Lord, let me see Who you want me to be And let me conform To the kingdom come

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An Angel

Fury and light A message from God Defenders of grounds Guardians and servants Six wings adorned on a being of glory A fiery blade held high "Do not be afraid-" A display of God's control and love

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Resonation

Two souls together Two souls exposed As the two dance The souls bind A dance can be trivial But when it is meant Synchronization of the heart will befall those in companied

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Hope For Redemption

The scene I stand in of my ground is that of a dark hue and fogged hopes I cry out into the abyss for something unknown and unlike anything felt before Pleading for my happiness and the hope I've dreamed of, I am sent a messenger Someone who unknowingly and with no resistance reassured me of myself They held out their hand, and in it was my heart It shone bright as a beacon in the darkness and its worth was shown to me I knew not what to be done with this gift, the reconfirmation of a future where I be rid the dark I feel hope for redemption

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Happy Ending?

Is it not to be found odd that in the pursuit of happiness, I find myself being dragged by the very things meant to help me? I wish not upon myself the stress of a world overindulged in its own endless cycle of progress. Am I not allowed rest when tired? Am I not allowed tears when sad? It is expected of me to go to what society declares is best for me, regardless of the means. Whether it be cold enough to freeze my body still or raining enough to drown, I am expected as a resident of this place to work to the bone, learning the skills I need to work myself past the bone. I live in a world where my happiness is considered second priority to conformity.

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Simple Joys

Potatoes Beauty and poetry in itself

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No

God sees the unseen and each unspoken word The One has a power mightier than any sword For each prayer given For each question asked He responds to them all First and last When God seems quiet The Creator silent It be not his absence But your ideals against his For he does what is right And controls all of time Even when there seems no rhythm or rhyme So when all is quiet And chaos is just so It could be you not realizing He said, "No."

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Race

To be of descent from one or another To all differ from each other Though our looks change We're one in the same All living as sisters and brothers

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Fear

Fear looms overhead like a dark cloud. I am but a worm, waiting to be picked off by a bird in the rain. This fear drives me down, trying to hide for my life, But the water is rising to where I may drown. I run like a gazelle from a cheetah. My doom being near and in sight, Drives me away as fast as I can, away from my regrets, Until they catch up to me, and I breathe my last. Fear pushes me like a strong wind. It blows me away from where I wish to be. It's this fear that makes me earn what I need. I push the wind back, until I'm through.

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The Cycle

It is too dark to see yet I am the one to lead. I know half of what I do with nothing I need to do it. I am a blind man leading the blind. If I were to lead the people to death, who would be to know its me? If I were to lead the people to safety, it surely would doom me. Lead to death I have to many and few. If I were to save them they'd know it be I who killed. The crimson shades of the guillotine blade, Would glow bright on my hands if I brought these sheep to light. I am trapped by my habits, my hobbies and webs, For dead are those I have lead.

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Self Assessed Judgement

Word against word. Who is to be trusted in this odd form of war? Am I to trust the word of the accused? Am I to not speak out and request evidence? What is one to do? Sword against sword. A very similar war indeed. One fighter is to die while the other wins. The victor shall be feared.

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Lies

One by one they fall until they all are all but dead. If truth set you free then caged I shall be. No way to flee. Of sins running dark and mercy stark white I cannot withhold my blackest remark. A path is set with no way off I bet. Upset by my choice I drag on. The stain of another's pain taints the joy of my gain. The lies I hide deep inside I can't confide in anyone other than me. I set the stage and locked my cage myself, just to have it break in my inner rage. I lied and now I take a bow for my rouse is on its last act. Time to impress the crowd. I take a dive as I realized my lies were nothing but a slight of hand everybody realized. I'm nothing but propaganda and banter. I take my sinners banner, And I finally hold it over the flame of truth. As it burns, I am set free.

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I drew an angelic figure Not sure if I like it better with or without the sword of fire

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Santa

The magical man Traveling faster than light To give joy to all

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Red

Red The color of emotion To put a world in motion Red The fear that stirs inside us That threatens to divide us Red The color of the blood shed Because of what people said Red The choice of accusation The one to split a nation Red With no evidence We force one's recompense Red Color on rusted chain To make one go insane Red The color of emotion To stop a world in motion Red

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Gengar

I'll mimic your movements in the middle of the night I'll show a smile as I curse you and then laugh at your fright I'll bind our destinies and chill you 10* fahrenheit Then I'll sweep away your whole team with a Sludge Wave of delight I'm number 0 9 4 up on a mountain top You get lost up here, I'll put your journey to a stop Don't look to the light else your shadow will make you drop Send out a Sylveon and give me something to bop I am the white hand that is never really there I am the ghost man that wants to give you a scare I Paralyze this a deathly Glare I'm so OP it's just not fair