Note: in this poem you ill read some heart warming things, and things will probably make you cry. some things to amke you laugh. some to make you hate the world.
so without further adue let me introduce you to my first full fledged master piece
NIRVANA
When time was but a infant and i never thought of.
a man and women fell in love.
it had their ups and downs, sounds of life, sounds of death.
to them i was born, my little feet and blues tried to sence the world around me.
Yet for the women it was not enough to love, oh a tragedy for his family to be'th right about this women.
that he which must call by blood call mother, yet not no longer a child lover.
Hardships come in many forms... in early days when the sun lays just below the valley.
his bruised and battered face was swept with tears of dismay.
Why must it be this way, why oh why must he cry forever in a day.
Be it as a may as the sun sways in out of times way.
The child would be free from the torture of its mother, from the lands laws that govern him.
His new green eyes to see the beauty of life before him.
with his since of curiousty he learned many of things.
ranging from here nor there to what it means to be in God's light.
too know what puppy love is like, to exprience a first kiss at night.
His soul had a passionate fire within it, his skin cralwed with joy and laughter.
But... alas time had caught up with the happiest days of his life.
ripping the one he called mother and father away from him.
though not his real mother and father.
they treated him no less then their own child.
Soon the girl that he had feeling for moved on, the sun had giving into the night and into the darkest dawning of new life.
he would go on into life as a ghost in time, his poor and ill life concived from the begining of time itself.
yet not all way lost, some things come at a heavy cost.
in with this new flow of time, a brother will behind his line.
With a friend who cares about him and shows him love.
like a true and loving brother in God's eye above.
with it six years of friendship and prosperity came onto the boys life.
his sky will never hath turn a paler blue.
they gave each other brusies they laughed at any pain they had given each other.
the depression in the boys heart all the long slain across its mark.
Yet... it continued to walk and feast on the boys ever growing doubts... soon it reared its ugly head once more.
This new evil, this new hatered, this new self loathing.
Flowing in his nails to his arms, all the way to his brain.
the pain he felt everyday, after see his grandmother taken away.
only for it a short time later a person like his grandfather to be gone with the winds of time as well.
now he sits here writing down a poem to which where he lived people would hate.
hoping someone will finally hath heard his word in commenmorated form.
like the sword and metal clash.
his eyes have grown heavy and dark.
his soul and body weak.
a cough that seems to stay.
the taste of blood never going away.
now... now he must dream anew.
knowing out there in the great blue
a new chance will be able to appear
renew this lost souls holes.
making him all but whole.
Yet we will always carry a scar that he hath put about us.
the look in his eyes are that of blackened passion, a nightly pleasure.
his head twisted but what he has heard and saw.
his soul sent into the hells maw.
now he leaves us with one final word before a sleep.
Never NEVER let go of your dreams, dare to believe
so without further adue let me introduce you to my first full fledged master piece
NIRVANA
When time was but a infant and i never thought of.
a man and women fell in love.
it had their ups and downs, sounds of life, sounds of death.
to them i was born, my little feet and blues tried to sence the world around me.
Yet for the women it was not enough to love, oh a tragedy for his family to be'th right about this women.
that he which must call by blood call mother, yet not no longer a child lover.
Hardships come in many forms... in early days when the sun lays just below the valley.
his bruised and battered face was swept with tears of dismay.
Why must it be this way, why oh why must he cry forever in a day.
Be it as a may as the sun sways in out of times way.
The child would be free from the torture of its mother, from the lands laws that govern him.
His new green eyes to see the beauty of life before him.
with his since of curiousty he learned many of things.
ranging from here nor there to what it means to be in God's light.
too know what puppy love is like, to exprience a first kiss at night.
His soul had a passionate fire within it, his skin cralwed with joy and laughter.
But... alas time had caught up with the happiest days of his life.
ripping the one he called mother and father away from him.
though not his real mother and father.
they treated him no less then their own child.
Soon the girl that he had feeling for moved on, the sun had giving into the night and into the darkest dawning of new life.
he would go on into life as a ghost in time, his poor and ill life concived from the begining of time itself.
yet not all way lost, some things come at a heavy cost.
in with this new flow of time, a brother will behind his line.
With a friend who cares about him and shows him love.
like a true and loving brother in God's eye above.
with it six years of friendship and prosperity came onto the boys life.
his sky will never hath turn a paler blue.
they gave each other brusies they laughed at any pain they had given each other.
the depression in the boys heart all the long slain across its mark.
Yet... it continued to walk and feast on the boys ever growing doubts... soon it reared its ugly head once more.
This new evil, this new hatered, this new self loathing.
Flowing in his nails to his arms, all the way to his brain.
the pain he felt everyday, after see his grandmother taken away.
only for it a short time later a person like his grandfather to be gone with the winds of time as well.
now he sits here writing down a poem to which where he lived people would hate.
hoping someone will finally hath heard his word in commenmorated form.
like the sword and metal clash.
his eyes have grown heavy and dark.
his soul and body weak.
a cough that seems to stay.
the taste of blood never going away.
now... now he must dream anew.
knowing out there in the great blue
a new chance will be able to appear
renew this lost souls holes.
making him all but whole.
Yet we will always carry a scar that he hath put about us.
the look in his eyes are that of blackened passion, a nightly pleasure.
his head twisted but what he has heard and saw.
his soul sent into the hells maw.
now he leaves us with one final word before a sleep.
Never NEVER let go of your dreams, dare to believe
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