Lunathebold @Lunathebold@pawoo.net

Brave little soldier
Carry with you that heart of gold
Tread lightly across the earth
Float freely through the sky
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Strong little guardsmen
Show compassion to those you've met
Voice used to quell the fighting
Gunpowder and grenades shadowed
By the sound of your singing
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Tired little soul
When your battles are gone
And sunset conquered the fields
Come back to us
To rest your weary limbs

With the twist of a wrist we run
My horse screams as I encourage her
To open her lungs and sprint
The wind becomes grasping hands
Trying to tear me from my saddle
Faster,
Faster,
Faster! I beg
Willing that wind to clear the storm within my head.
My foot pulls without thought
She listens, pushing herself harder
Trying to please my troubled heart
My world is nothing but her breath
The pavement a light grey blur
Below my eyes a needle leaves '100' behind
Along with my thoughts

A fog can bring magic to a lonely night
Mist in the air can make centuries disappear
The mind uncertain if a car will drive by
Or a horse drawn carriage
The world dwindles down to what is seen
What is heard
Sound travels unnaturally at short distance
The eyes begin to lie
Shadows become demons
The safe path we've known unfamiliar
That fog, that lowridden cloud becomes reality
Upon a world it cannot truly touch

Lay beside me in the woods
Our lungs will steal the air
We'll let the grass grow beneath us
The cool earth a break from our world
Come tangle with me in the trees
I'll learn the songbird's notes
The wolf's howl to become your own
The night will beg our sonnets
Dance with me within the meadow
Long grasses keeping track of strides
Feel the spirits brush your skin
Their footsteps keeping pace with ours
Lay beside me in the woods
We'll return what we borrowed
Songs and breath joyfully used

Come into my hell
Witness the corpses dance upon me
Take a jump out of your shell
Feel the fire set you free
Please, eat within my hall
The flesh of your kind within your jaw
Then feel your humanity fall
The soul shaken from what you saw
Go, crawl back to your holy land
A place of hidden promise and lie
Slither and hide beneath hot sand
A fitting tomb for you to die

I have felt the soft kiss of tequila once more
Washed upon the sand on this drunken shore
Life decisions always lead me here
My own apathy and common fear
Yet I do not remember why I drink
Within my thoughts I cannot think
Assumptions of hidden desires within
Perhaps I cannot live with the sin

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I was raised to believe my God was man
A stern hand and strong voice from heaven
Sunken face with cold eyes
Yet how could he give life?
Hard hands meant for war and plague
No, I think there lies a Goddess
Mother to us all
Giver of life and love
Her fair hands to guide us
My goddess doesn't revel in war
She doesn't kill with hatred
This Goddess is the light in the dark
My Goddess welcomes all with open arms

To depths we go
Through debts we row
Little lifelines cast
Ample supplies snatched
More storms we ride
Those waves we tried
Shattered timber we float
Heavy stories we tote
Remnants spit out onto land
Bodies covered in sand
To depths we'll go
Through debts we'll row
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Given the simplicity of Stairway to Heaven's intro, I'm having a frustratingly hard time learning to play it.
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Guess that's what I get for arbitrarily deciding to learn it on a work night.😧

In nights that tell of incoming storms
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Cold numb silence interwoven with warm
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Air that blows upon my face
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Heart of my mother keeping the pace
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Hands shake as I know the strain to come
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Unraveling skin that mustn't come undone
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Blood in mouth and blood on teeth
Never forget how they made you seethe
Clenched muscles through silent screams
Keep it still,don't tear your seams
That warriors heart beats in your chest
Yet the war is done, no battle is left
Learn to still you lungs; stifle the smoke
Hide your claws then wear a dog's cloak
Those things they made you do
Screams that fill your nights
A monster they made you
Such a horrid sight

Hotel Beau Séjour is a great show and I recommend anyone looking for a short binge look it up on Netflix.

Cigarettes and Tequila
Every girl's favorite lovers

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It is a cruelty to know
if you came back now. If you knocked
if you came bearing fruits
and castle bricks, and tickets to New Orleans,
and a mouthful of our history
dripping like honey. If you told me
‘I still have the last bedsheet you bought.’
If you gave me an oyster card with a year of travels on it.
I’d let you in, for tea, and I wouldn't reach for your hand
when the cup was empty,
I’d tell you to go home. I am home.
And I don’t wish for this
anymore.

#poetry #corvusrobotica

I fear that I'm quite twisted in the head
For as I go I'm surrounded by the dead
Those that came before, now then soon
Walk beside me in day clear as noon
They are the ranks of my past
My kind
My blood
And soon I will join them, as I breathe my last

Goodnight, my friends.💜

Lay upon my breast, lover.
Let your being feel my pulse.
Fight recoil at Satan beneath my ribs,
His snarls and desires wrought in my being.
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Listen as I sing sickly sweet songs.
Learn of my shame and mistakes.
Find carcasses in my wake I've left;
hear their wails of caution, sorrow, betrayal.
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Leave me here, my waning love.
Limbs sunken into sheets decaying.
Famine of heart is all you've won.
Hollowed love to starve your weary soul.
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