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More Info About MySelf And My Art
My Bunk
LoveBird's Nest
Fantasy Portal
Clouds Doorway
Wyvern's Book (aka. Commentbook)
Mother's Memory Box
Lonesome Bar
Poetry Attic
Painting Gallery
The Study
Words of Wisdom Waterfall
Link Cave
Contant Tavern
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Well, There's more poetry!
These poems really mean a lot to me. I took much time with each one, and they have secret meanings.
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Ebony Grace
Please Black Stallion
With strength of no man
Container of priceless wisdom
Watcher of the world
Guide to all man
Artist like no other
Inspiration to the weak [of mind]
Creator of freedom
Source of boundless stars
Let your ebony grace come down upon me
Bless me with your ideals and memories
Make me another strand of your silver mane
As so I can flow free like I did
So long
Ago.
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Hopeless Romantic
You young one
Blinded by love's glitter
You alone are the maker of cupid's arrow
[Now] Try to pull away from your haunting dream
Study the world around you
[Please] Put down your pen of poetry [and sonnets]
Throw away the red roses
Love is more than gifts and gold
Nor is it an obsession
Love is a never-ending embrace
So young lover grasp mankind
Not just one beauty
Death only follows single love
Pain stalks limited devotion
So young one
Give affection to all you meet and see
And if you do so, O Hopeless Romantic!
Maybe one day your dream will come true.
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Lone Star
O young cub
Bastard child of a Timber wolf
Howling at a snow white moon
Your breath fogs as you cry
What do you wish so dear
You are unlike the others
Disgusted by bloodshed
Your coat shines like the sun
And prefer to sleep under a willow's shade
O young cub
You will be a light to the world
And although now brightness does not accept you
In time you will be leading the pack
And bringing each member to glory.
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Wilted Petals
I am simply a Daisy,
In an overfilled bed of Roses.
My petals wilt daily,
But the Gardner does not see.
He sees only the roses,
The ones of luscious silk red,
Watering those who stand tall,
While I lower my colorless head.
My petals wilt daily,
My petals wilt daily!
I ask the Gardner why I am here,
But only smiles as he turns his head.
I am simply a Daisy,
Planted in a bed of Roses,
Here for a reason unknown,
Hoping that one day the Gardner will spend
One moment looking at me as he does the roses so red.
And on that day, in my mind, my petals will fall,
And pink silk petals take their place.
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