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| Poetry! Yes! Now! |
| Benjamin Adam McDade |
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  MYSTERIA I have often found myself looking at the stars, Dreaming of a wonderful and peaceful place. I would imagine that I lived in this paradise, But in reality it would just be a simple thought. I named this place Mysteria, every thought Imagined would be magnified tenfold, Every object would just take me away from The chaos in the reality of existence. I would always be heartbroken to wake up From this place, for I knew that I would only have to run away to this place which would Be forbidden from the chaotic world. Copyright © Benjamin A. McDade, 1999 BenjaminMcDade@hotmail.com STRINGS Everyone is against me, only I can believe In my own thoughts. Yet I feel that I Am out of control with everything. There is Something among my tattered soul, which I have yet to understand, and I get Tangled in a lonely sorrow's darkness. I can take this silence no longer! Even The air lays still to this dreadful overcast, Which hangs not only overhead, but also In my soul. I scream to break the Chaotic Peacefulness, yet no one hears My long, and agonizing yell for help. No matter how much I run, I am always In the same place. Fearing the inevitable I fall to my knees shedding my unknown Tears to the ground which lies before me. All of a sudden I stand again, as if I was picked up and put in my place. I look unto my arms and see thin lines Which rise above me. My feet and other Parts among me had strings on them as well. Pondering, I look up and I become confused, For I see a giant which looks like me. He Held the strings and moved me about. Finally stopping the endless movement, I Cry to myself because of those I hurt. I cry for those I turned my back upon, Because I truly understand this emotion. All the time I thought myself to be out Of control, I was the one in control... The times you think that you are out of Control, think twice, because you always were. Copyright © Benjamin Adam McDade, 1999 BenjaminMcDade@hotmail.com DESOLATE BATTLE A cold wind blows, storms appear, The worst is now known about our fear. Trembling with hate and dispair so clear, Why must life at time be without cheer? Shadows amongst us, twirling around, Holding our silence is so profound. Listening to the non-existant sound We hid as our hearts beat and pound. Desolation upon us, wasting away, Holding ourselves prisoner in the month of May. Destroying us without a word or say, Cannot we live peace one lonesome day. Fighting with passion, our swords in hand, We slay the dragon, and we still stand. Taking out victory to tell other lands, Our battle is never over on desolate sands. Copyright © Benjamin Adam McDade, 1998 BenjaminMcDade@hotmail.com WHY THESE WORDS I WRITE There are many moments when I carry sorrowful burdens, And hold it all inside. I try to keep the darkness within, But there is only one way to contain its chaotic pride. The shivering of my soul, the scars of my life, I have yet To find a solution to make it all disappear into eternity. There are many ways to run from the pain, and ways to Ignore its simple strain. Yet time allows it to return One hundred fold. I can contain the agony for a long Struggling time, except when it turns into my worst fear. The fear of being alone and seen only by shadows. If I do not write my words of emotion, I fall into a deep Depression. To some it may seem as an obsession. Only I call it a love that will never leave me, or a friend That will never turn its back. They are the words I set Upon the paper before me. The gate to all hope within me. It allows me to fulfill my heart's pain by setting it upon A poem which deals with love. Many think that it is Sad or happy, and even at times lovely, but to me it Is a hope to extinguish the scars of my past and to Return me to the real world which lies before my wet eyes. Copyright © Benjamin Adam McDade, 1999 BenjaminMcDade@hotmail.com LOST IN THOUGHT Lost in thought I imagine the dark ages, Where dragons soared with wings spread Wide piercing the untamed sky. I see Knights of glory and loyalty to their King, With an apprentice following his hopes And dreams, to find a solemn, silent stare. Lost in thought I live in a peaceful World that no longer tolerates the wicked, Destruction of war. Everyone works Together, and none are left alone. Yet something seems out of place, this World is not the truth, it is not real. Lost in thought, I wish never to wake, For I would return to my everlasting Battle that I grow tiresome from, with Only a hope that things will change. A Hope, or dream it simply is not around. For to my thoughts I am only shortly abound. Copyright © Benjamin Adam McDade, 1999 BenjaminMcDade@hotmail.com MYSTIC BATTLE Dark meadows containing power, Neither two backing away to cower. Only the fittest will succeed the hour, Even the dark clouds tend to shower. Staff to sword, with wits and skill, Both boiling with rage for the kill. Never stopping to rest from the thrill, The wind giving its winter chill. The one in colored robes stands back, Thinking of magic as his next attack. His eyes glows as he releases the pack, Wolves charging with no fear or slack. Fending off the predators knawing bites, Swinging his sword with all his might. Taking lead over the wild cunning fight, Has pride of his spilt blood not fright. The warrior charges with sword in hand, Hoping to be the only one left to stand. Striking and slashing anywhere he can, Leaving a wound or two upon this man. Parrying, blocking with his might within, Conquering the pain that is outside in. Casting a spell, hoping to put an end, To his enemy's fate and life's trend. A cold wind blows with storms so near, The mage casting death to his peer. Bringing up the warriors untamed fears, Watching him fall to his knees in tears. Dropping his sword and draws his dagger, Stands slowly with a sudden stagger. Lunging forth slashing even faster, Hoping that we will become the master. Dripping with blood for scavengers to feast, They both were destroyed by the internal beast. Blade and magic were weapons, none the least, But nothing was conquered in the ending peace. Copyright © Benjamin Adam McDade, 1999 BenjaminMcDade@hotmail.com Copyrighted poetry may not be copied, reproduced or used in any way without the express written permission of the author. Thank you for visiting my website. Please visit often since new poetry such as those above, written by talented authors, is being added often - I bribe them. LOL Please vote for my pages by clicking on the little tab on the upper left hand side of any page of my site. I'd appreciate it if you'd sign my Guest Book so that I'll know you've been here. If you prefer, you may send me Email at KisSoSoft@aol.com with your comments, praise, suggestions or even constructive criticism. You may also write directly to any of the authors for whom an Email address has been provided. If you write poetry, have a friend who does or if you know a child who writes (there is a no rejection policy for children's poetry) please send it to me by Email and if I like it, I'll publish it on these pages. No attached files please. It would be helpful if you'd include PYN in the Subject Line of your Email. Thank you. Please visit my other poetry website, Lovin' Angel Creations at http://maxpages.com/lovinangel Thank you. |
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