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  • alemarte10 2w

    "The Daughter of Nature"

    On a elegant journey I've foreseen the daughter of nature,
    A soft red snowy dress she wears and her blowy bless she bears,
    She dances with the wind spreading her pleasant smell,
    Awakening my hairy skin with words she can't spell,
    She embers my heart and approaches with thirst,
    Her lips gently soak into mine when her nature and her beauty bind,
    With a life that grows under ground, with a wonder that goes around,
    Then leans back and shamelessly smiles, but with self lack,
    She claimed that she was cursed and disoriented by angels of nature,
    But her warm breath, her flaring beauty, her hydrated kiss, her growing seed,
    It exposes all those angels regrets and the nature's secrets,
    And for that sacred disoriented gift, I have loved the daughter of nature.
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  • alemarte10 6w

    "A song from the streets called Pilot"

    I got to know myself and see a version of me grow,
    In a muddy but verifiable street that I seize to know,
    That from an unfairness society, being a man of integrity it's my first priority,
    I'll leap of faith for my rights, I'll keep them because that's why I fight,
    I'll fight for what my heart desires, deep in I have a part that's on fire,
    And I'll light my way, I'll find a way,
    That this street mind changed for a journey I made,
    Being the one opportunity I should take and the one I get.

    You'll know what you have when you lost everything,
    You'll know who you are once there is no one to tell you.
    Final part
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  • alemarte10 7w

    "A Violet with blue eyes"

    For once in a lifetime I have met a violet with blue eyes,
    She grasps my future tense with the dazzling perfume she wears,
    When her blandly words match the appealing of presense she shares,
    Her arrogant stash evolves her blooming guise throughout the blue skies,
    The natural scent singing with the wind she takes out of her breath,
    Her hydrated sweat in a hot weather that cheats on death,
    But nor the life can cheat on the love withdrew despise,
    Her soft rubbing wet hair never dries as long as her nature doesn't burn,
    Once the scent has reached me, I'll feel the taste without a mourn,
    Whether the climate is cold or warm, she'll always have those blue eyes,
    The rain lets her grow as her love stands to rise,
    Forever ever after lifetime I have loved the violet with blue eyes.
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  • alemarte10 7w

    "A Sound of Curses"

    Once upon a muggy midnight, where the dust had come to eagerly spite,
    From ground to surface coming by for a sound of curses,
    Dragging the weather to an affair with bites of splinters to wear,
    And be careful opening your eyes when the dust is unfolded,
    Your bitterness beats the heat when the difference doesn't greet,
    Flowing with a green scent down to the throat with a mean torment,
    As you start smoking the dust and let your meaty soul rust,
    From ground to surface by thousands of hidden voices.

    In a muggy midnight, where the dust has come to eagerly spite,
    From ground to surface only with a sound of curses,
    Grasping the surface to the ground with hidden voices all around,
    Your bitterness beats the heat when the difference doesn't greet,
    But the dust, the heat, they never brought thrust, merely a treat,
    They flown with the green scent down to your throat because of your mean torment,
    But know that your meaty soul rusted was none of the thousand voices,
    From ground to surface only with a sound of curses.
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  • alemarte10 7w

    "Under a crystal ball called rise"

    When the surface seems white, the shadows awake to rise,
    Two drops follows when the wind blows, rain or a sandstorm,
    I've come yet with fear of opening my eyes,
    Whether I'll get cold or burned by tiny strong matter lies,
    My leg lies under the mist separating the ground from the air,
    Transforming dreams into nightmares of reality, it all collapses with the sound of fair,
    When the surface seems white, the darkness within the eyes shall rise.

    When the surface seems white and my soul's on the loose,
    Lost on a crystal ball calling for rise upon the raging flare,
    Fall of the heir, but no more when the flare bursts,
    Rise of the wings when the leg lies under the mist,
    Held strong with courage once a push off the ground with the fist,
    Enter a new vision, a new call, a new light,
    Passing through the shadows, striking the ground and above the mist,
    When the surface seems white under a crystal ball called rise.
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  • alemarte10 10w

    "The Testimony of the Owl"

    After a delusional bloody night in the cell with the owl, I'm left with one dread,
    "For your silently soothe, I'm grateful for your unique forgiveness and belief,
    But until you tell me where's the truth, I can only feel graciously relief",
    The flaxen night only stood still, and spoke one last time the word "dead",
    As the owl leaves through the window with three bars with my dead ambitiously grief,
    The flaxen knight, the only sacred testimony, left me with no ambitiously dread.

    I hear the lock of the cell switched as it opens to freedom ahead,
    The officer claimed that they have found the one and only truth,
    "So after a bloody delusion, you finally came to give me the most miraculously soothe,
    So tell me where is the evitable truth." I said.
    The officer only stood still, and spoke once more the word "dead".
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  • alemarte10 10w

    "The Testimony of the Owl"

    The dark blood, glue or cleave, lands in my hand,
    And rises up to my shoulder, feeling the damaging pressure of hundreds of shackles,
    Has the bitter scent shown it's true identity as my weary soul crackles?
    "It wasn't me!!! I tried to rebirth its shattered wings to make the stand,
    And in his death, the truth gave me an unmercifully death by these hackles!!",
    The flaxen knight only stood still watching as my ambitiously desire bland.

    The symphony of eulogies, the winds' breathing , the smell of wine, and dark blood,
    Has all led me to the blind truth as I anxiously beg the owl,
    "I am guilty!! I am guilty for all the unmercifully dead that has come to growl,
    I'll accept my meritorious punishment, get rid of the crow, leave my weary soul with blood."
    The owl flies and holds the dead crow, as every sin fades with the crow's last growl,
    And the flaxen knight stood still in my hand until there was no dark blood.
    Part 7

  • alemarte10 10w

    "The Testimony of the Owl"

    The dark blood from this crow, I've never witnessed such evil sin,
    "You killed this crow, you are no flaxen knight, you pathetic stubborn owl.
    Why have you come here? To give birth of a new man of scowl?
    Then why do you have me in these weary shackles and locked in?"
    The winds rushly breathes, the bars smell like blood, and symphonies of eulogies growl,
    While the flaxen knight stood still, as my shattering sweat starts to heat in.

    My breath starts to hardly hoarse, my lips turn violet dry,
    The symphonies of eulogies has variously expanded calling me to "avenge",
    Is it the mysticious owl? Or is it the bitter scent or taste called revenge?
    "Dear those hungry whispers coming inside this miserably cage where we all cry,
    From this poor dead crow. Tell me, how many unmercy death have scavenged?"
    The flaxen knight only stood still watching how my maliciously faith die.
    Part 6

  • alemarte10 10w

    "The Testimony of the Owl"

    After one spoken word of purish evil of the true reality,
    That's when my eager rushly desire started to yowl,
    Would I kill? If the owl cares, he wouldn't let me howl,
    Or would he? He brought a dead crow, has it shown its identity?
    I stand up feeling the pressure of the shackles or of my scowl?
    The flaxen knight only stood still, holding within his own gorgeous power, vitality.

    I point at the owl and confront his defies towards the dread,
    "Why do I deserve this madness? You're letting me drown in this unescaped flood,
    If you won't bring the truth, then I'll distinguishly bury it under the mud,
    I begged for truth and justice, yet I receive lie and revenge instead."
    The owl flies directly to me and hands me the crow bleeding dark blood,
    As the flaxen knight stays still on the floor, and spoke the word again "dead".
    Part 5

  • alemarte10 10w

    "The Testimony of the Owl"

    My eager has come more and more obsessed, but for the truth?
    Even if i got out of these weary shackles, I'm still locked up,
    Not by the truth, but by a eagerly meritorious desire inside my cup,
    "Tell me owl, have you foreseen as well a cold-blooded revenge by a youth?
    I'm already choking by this drink they gave me, a death cup."
    The flaxen knight only stood still and didn't soothe.

    Those forbearing claws scratched until the meritorious bloodlust had spread,
    Is it just a natural owl, or the flaxen knight?
    "Shall you false or true savior start acting very polite?
    Please tell me the truth, for my weary soul is dread."
    The owl turns around to stare at me with such courageous look to fright,
    The flaxen night stood still, and only spoke the word "Dead".
    Part 4