Hollow Ground
Like the effluent rose, failing to blossom,
I am stranded
With no defence I sit and wait for the inevitable storm that will strip me of all my colour
All my emotion
All my life
Rain cascades like tears down my withering body.
Battered by the elements as i stare at the ground, waiting for it to consume me
I am weak
I had faith once, i used to admire the ocean of blue above
My beauty is still ever present, but it’s invisible to most
I am invisible
The world that we live in is a picture of serenity, but the earth is filled with parasites
Preying on the weak as they make their way to the top
Forgetting all they once were
Staying true to yourself is a dying art
And not everything is how it appears before us
But even though i’m suffering,
I am still a rose
And I am still beautiful
On a trip, to a museum I was.
There a statue, made of grey stone I saw.
Statue of a little boy.
In his hands holding a jar.
Filled with fireflies, was that jar.
And at it, he was looking.
I looked into his eyes, which were telling me something.
In his eyes were some dream.
They told me that, he wants to walk.
The boy made of grey stone.
He lives in museum, standing alone.
And loneliness, makes him cry.
And no one hear his any moan.
He wants to go out, and enjoy the open air.
And birds sitting on trees he wants to stare.
And look at roses, and in winter, girly red noses.
And a friend, to them, everything to share.
And catch fireflies himself.
And put them in the jar.
And he wishes that he had a home with a shelf.
To put that jar on.
And sleep when he's tired of standing.
But he wishes what is against the nature.
Because he is just a stone made creature.
God indwelt
beetle
sanctified
the holy rose
before into
the clouds of
sunset rose
up and away
he arose
-saiom shriver-
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December.21.2000
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
As beautiful as a blooming rose
My love for you is never dying
I admire your perfect pose
Your soft touch sends me flying
I wish you can live forever
But like all things they must die
Just remember my love we'll always be together
So until I meet you again
I'll try not to cry
For you will always remain in my heart
And you only hold part of that special place
We will never really part
I will never forget your precious face
God will yet again let us meet
He will yet again let us hold eachothers hand
Next to me will always be your seat
But God is the only one in demand
But unless fate kicks in
We'll be back together sooner then you think
Then it won't be up to him
We might be apart of some link
But for now I must let you go
But please know I'll always be thinking of you
Baby I don't want anyone else
That I hope you know
Because you were the only one to my heart
That was true
Love you always
I'll remember you gladly
I'll remember the bright and sunny days
In love with you I was madly
Copyright
We suppose
the pinkest rose
need not pose
She only grows
and in the wind
her petals
blow
and in the sun
her stained glass
glows
and to all
her perfume flows
-saiom shriver-
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Tell me
If I was born a demon
Would I be damn to a life of sin
Would the bloodline that I bear
Condemn me to a world
Full of regret and a false sense of joy
And if I knew this truth.
That I was bound to the lowest levels of hell
Tell me
Why would I hesitate to spread the devil's dogma
You see
Not all that are born of a dark nature are evil
Some souls are just curse with a malevolent outlook
But I believe that If an angel can fall from the grace of God
Then a demon can raise above his own eternal damnation.
For a black rose that blooms in the pits hell is still a flower unto God
~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~
My Blog - http://rarityofparadise.blogspot.com/
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Rose,
morning glory,
and trumpet vines
cover garden
walls
weaving secret shrines
Wisteria, clematis,
honeysuckle vines
painting landscapes
as they climb
Tomato, squash,
eggplant
and pumpkin vines...
.. they don't climb
that others may dine
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-saiom shriver-
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Fresh maid and English rose.
On a day in mid summer
you bloomed from the ground
you woke from your slumber
and spun the World round
You're my beautiful rose
so pretty and sweet
but when I got closer
your thorns I did meet
With those sharp swords stabbing at my heart
I knew I must leave, but I could not part
from that sweet disposition that you gave
I'll forever be yours till I'm in my grave
Because you're my beautiful rose
so pretty and sweet
I won't let you go
my heart is now complete.