KING
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You see the the thing they don’t tell you about burning love
Is that nothing burns forever
Nothing burns without destruction
Or scars
A burning love is hot with passion
Fearsome with flashes of desire
I am the firstborn Prince of Autumn,
Asked how to save oneself from the cliffs edge, and how I saved myself.
I do not know where to begin my story,
There once was a queen
Who was very mean
Amara was her name
Tricks were her game
Her tricks were sly
And she could fly
She was above the rest
For no one good best her
Spews out the maw
bare n paws size of a bear
yes, him Donald Trump
with maniacal glare
gussied up as inane
name calling offensive
analogous to an overstuffed
ego freezing cold stare
The sun
Set on the King,
His crown gleaming as he,
Shrieked with hatred
That the sun was commanding the attention
Of the world.
Who is that man?
Hot damn!
He was the man who let the dogs out
I found him in a treehouse
Get out of that tree house!
Now he walks with million dollar pants
Bring forth the second coming!
You cleaved me open
And left my sun-bleached ribs
Scattered
Across the shores of our youth.
There, by the sea,
I gathered sea glass with which to build my home –
August 31, 4:34 P.M
It started off as a “getting to know you”
The “getting to know you” turned into a new friendship
I love you.
And no, I don't mean those cheap I love you's that only come because,
"ooo girl the sex was bomb!"
I am referring to the fact that you ignite butterflies in the depths of my uterus,
The sunsets as the night gives birth to the cursed red moon and the ground quakes as the forbidden kingdom awakes.
The river begins to flow with its red glow as we hail the forgotten king.
I just want to thank GodFor this blessing todayFor a man that is interestedIn all I have to sayA dream chaser like myselfA go getter that won't quitUntil a Grammy is on the shelf
Because I love you...
I see no flaws. I see perfection.
A true gift made from heaven.
The way you smile, how the corners of your lips begin to wrinkle.
Once upon a time there was a king,
but not just a king,
A queen, but oh no,
Not just a queen,
A quite young maiden,
But not just a young madien,
All were unaware that the perfectly imperfect,
It was told that a leader of many
Would not see the morning moon.
That the giver of plenty,
Would die too soon.
Today, he decides to live alongside The Light’s curse.
Once upon a time
When the world was fresh and new
When man could touch the sky
To tip their hand in the blue
Without burning from the sun
Where a castle shined from all lands
Cold consumed me
Like fire
I tried to recall my name
As I shivered
This new world was iridescent
Too bright
Once upon a time… there was a lean, keen machine who identified as Dr. Facilier.
At the age of 5, Dr. Facilier was abandoned and left in a dark, gloomy forest on the outskirts of Louisiana.
Whether it is sooner or later, people will reveal their true colors. Eventually, the sparkling gleam of fairytales and new beginnings fades into the dark enchanted woods of reality. Imperfections. Losses. Disappointments. Failures.
I once believed in the American Dream. Now its dead, like Malcolm and the King. I have a dream. One day, freedom will ring.
Best leader Mackenzie King?Particles are decaying?Function of p?Mussolini?Oh god, help me I'm dying! :)
A crown of thorns
i bow before,
but know no other king;
And nations fall
when they hear the call;
that only God can sing
relief, repent rejoice
as our king has again returned
I lie in distant planes of a lost timeAnd my groans and sighs echo against the stones at my feet.For two waxen demons sit on my shoulderssAnd have grown too heavy for my frame.A wing made of wax cannot be folded;Neither can it bear the weight of I
I'm a tiger. He's a lion,
Or maybe it's a she.
Well, I guess it doesn't matter,
Because I am better than them, you see?
You may call them the animal kings,
And, yes, they're pretty tough,
Maybe I'm delusionalOr maybe I'm just making things upA carefully executed work of fiction A truth with a twist Or maybe a straight up lie Maybe my perception Is just different
Sometimes when i look in your eye's I see the solar system
other times when i look in your eye's it's like your soul is missing
like night and day
She is a queen
Her face like wind through winter
She asked questions
And gave answers
In a clear voice
Then knelt before the Gray Wolf
Heir to the temple
Before hailing the ancestors
The stirring of shadows
The waking of dreams
A last stand in battle
No one hears you scream
But you made it through
Which is worse to you
Pretending to be okay
Long Live the King by Christian Betancourt
God Bless the soul of Martin
More than just any ordinary man
Perhaps braver and bolder
Much more in touch with his convictions
Who is this in the mirror that I see
‘tis I in the mirror, ‘tis me.
Define this person,
this person that I see.
Well do you see the warrior,
the fearless man that you are?
Young King, Stand here with me as we face the darkness
And as light seems to fade and the shadows rise
Fear and hopelessness take hold
And as my strength weakens
I feel the end come near, only to be
I am a king.
I will reach my potential. No matter how hard I try, I will never find all.
My limit is in-fathomed, unreachable. It makes me wonder why we lie, "I will never be, will never see, my kingdom."
You won't even begin to understand how I feel about you!
Why can't you look my way?
Maybe even say hey?
Can you just speak for a day?
Could you please be potential bae?
He had looks that could kill.
Eyes that could melt your soul.
A stare that locked you in.
And lips that only he himself, could possess.
He was like no other.
He wasn't just another brotha.
King Solomon received a gift from the Lord, the gift of being wise.He was able to use his great wisdom to see through people's lies.When a woman stole a baby, she told King Solomon to cut it in two.
You're a king on a golden throne,
But you sit up there so alone
That is not your a home.
Sometimes, you step down among the other people
And walk around
But they do not wear your mighty crown
Lifes really Like a Dream,
But it's never what it seems,
Looking towards the better things,
I'm Just looking for a KIng who will Treat me like a Queen
and I will Treat him just the Same!
One dreary night so bleak and grim, I found myself gone in spirit. No longer was I alone in my room, but alone in the depths of a pit. I looked around this dark chamber but only the full moon and Draco would meet my eyes.
5 minutes is all it takes for a stranger to see what a wonderful human being you are, to become captivated by every part of you and they've only begun to scratch the surface, wh
I am perfect beyond imperfection
Nothing can comprehend this lesson
That the rise and fall of every good king
I am the dust of the Earth,
I may not be very valuable to you,
But to God,
Yes,
I,
Even me,
I do have Worth.
I am the righteousness of the King,
Softly slain by life,
I am lifted by the Lord.
Craving GOD'S Holy Word.
Wherein my thoughts often linger.
Searching Scriptures pages,
Quelling this world's rages,
Finding Christ, Salvation's bringer.
She called upon me to aid her,
to stop the crying. Her crying
is a marathon runner who can never reach the finish line.
I’m no savior, but I’m the only one
left to care.
I inhale
lately the oxygen is accompanied
by a dart in my spine
a prick in my mind
The things that make me tick...
Some you'l understand
others you'll get a kick
One thing is double standards:
Girl gets layed - she's a sex hazard
Guy gets layed - he's got swagger
There are many moments in a persons life, but the first moment is birth when one is born into a world that we know nothing about some say it is a beautiful world I say it is
Have you ever woke up one day
And looked in the mirror
But this day is different than any other day
From looking in the mirror
Because you see something that wasn't there yesterday
You see potential
Born with a story,
that includes all my woman ancestor's strength
that co-habits with my own.
I stand by what i believe is worth crying over
and fight until bloody knuckles are stinging.
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird;
Constantly fluttering delicate wings-
Not flying, but floating softly unheard,
Taking what you please from what nature brings.
While a man aint answering his phone
Or at 3 in the morning, he still ain't home
His "Christian Woman" is all alone
Asking God "What did I do wrong?"
The one and Only God of gods, who gave his only begotten son
That whom so ever believes in him
Shall not perish but live everlasting, Amen.
God isn’t real you say?
Yet he surely is,
Was there ever more a morning in July,
Were a pair embraced
A kiss upon ones cheek, set the boy to fly
M'lord was that love,
Send a sign to assure ones tattered mind,
If so be it
M'lord
I love thee
My passion isn't like any other
My passion is the kind of passion
that doesn't point its finger but its palm
It is the air I breathe; it keeps me calm
therefore I'm not a tick...BOMB
I don't want diamonds, and I don't want the world.
I just want you to hold me close and tell me I'm your girl.
Don't buy me a dozen roses or rings with big rocks.
Go to the dollar store and buy me some colored socks.
You died died so I could live.
You were beaten so I would be healed.
You rose so I could believe.
There is none like You.
Who is this King of Glory?
You are exhalted.
You're name is the mightiest.
A pitter-pat, a lowly beat,
The gentle treading of my feet.
A feeling that only One can bring,
When comes the knocking of a King.
He seeks entrance to my soul,
A gentle warmth, a new-formed coal.
A ship boy cannot find himself to slip into sleep however a king shall? The ship boy is crashing in the imperious waves, winds meeting his emptiness and clouds thundering with vengeance that awaken death itself.
Call me surreal, for I am a king, but not one of Royalty but of my own inner Majesty
Through my pen you see, through my art I speak, I describe the impact of death and disease
A single post stood alone,"Woe behold its grace!"said the king.The plank of wood splintered, inebriated with rain,
You admire chess
In an echo booming society
That’s out of the ordinary
Extraordinary that you can
Dear God, give me guidance
Please just take this walk with me
For I've lost sight of you, and the Devil is all I see.
Lord, I'd rather be blind
Than witness nothing other than lies.
I am one with my soul and God
Granted my body to be on this world
But how can one, be “one”
If they are not connected
And they are slipping into this cruel
Savage beast we call solitary
Mr. King, Mr. king.
You allowed us all to dream.
you may have gotten shot for your dream,
but thanks to you we all now have a shot to our dream.
My people are the "Dreamers"
A Pharaoh sits upon His sunny throne,
Surfeited,
Craven,
Oblivious.
The Clouds move in,
The Sun,
Veiled, hides beneath a layer
Of darkness.
Another day wasted.
His scent sends my blood ablaze
He takes my mind to a whole different place
Heart rate increasing , conscious depleting, sensation building don't want it to end
Hes brought me the warmth again that had once left my soul
My daughter,
I created you perfectly the way you are
Why are you trying to change that?
I made you blonde,
Not brunette,
I gave you blue eyes,
Not green
The king within his castle looked out upon the sky, The dead-still air seemed restless, the sunlight seemed to die. The clouds came marching onward, an army dread and chill; Within his purple chambers, the king kept watching still. A rippling
The King is comming back around he's tierd of all the evil that he's found........No more like the lamb he was when he first was around everyone will fear when the King comes back around........So if you joind ranks with the the evil one that talk
There comes a time when all Kings must end their reign no matter how it happens it's all the same.......Some go out with honor and pride while others fade away with only shame by their side.......The young Kings are ready for battle and dreams of
Death, is a jealous fellow
he has no age, grace, nor liking
it considers not woe, nor sorrow
he displays a complete arbitrary arrival
he does not consider survival
and lingers with denial
confined by the aroma of satisfaction,
my grandfather walks
the world just a game
for him who holds no shame
stalked by callous thoughts
my grandfather sleeps
seeking only to take and receive
The river embraced its one true form
To travel its depths through hail and storm.
Through the village and through the town
Through the kingdom that once was crowned.
The cage’s bars surrounded his elaborate throne
and on either side resided two twins who
never spoke a word of thanks. No one ever spoke.
The day consisted of the same menial job:
Letters of blue,
background of gray.
A forlorn hue,
a fading day.
Memories made,
memories lost.
Characters built,
companions cost.
Childhood gone,
in body for sure.
Maturity's con,
Death he is a warrior,
charging head-on men of great strength and valor.
Death he is a coward,
Reaping youth of no accomplishment or stature.
(I can lead my people
I can rule with an iron fist
I can force the shells to sing
I can love more than a mother can
I can show you the world
Like how my grandfathers’ son showed me
I can find your desires
