Let's Fix This Attitude And Show Some Gratitude...

Wandering far in a pensive mood,
My heart grabbed a mystery thought,
A child was born darkness gone,
A light pierced the dark brick walls.

Twelve years have gone,
In a temple so strong,
Preaching to all there's nothing wrong,
Still this event pierced her heart.

In a world gone tough he chose to be,
The one who heals the hearts so rough,
She chose to be the strength to him,
With all the swords piercing her heart.

Thirty years passed by,
And within three,
They chose to see,
The end of him.

Leaving aside the mighty sight,
Leaving aside the crown he owns,
Hiding all the might he holds,
He came to Earth to set us free.

We chopped a tree,
We made a cross,
We placed it on the mighty one,
We never knew he holds the Earth.

We nailed him on that cursed cross,
He turned it into a blessing at once,
She stayed with him, she raised him up,
She never let him down, but pierced her heart,
No words can say how much they've done.

The insults he heard on the wooden cross,
Is still on Earth no matter what,
We never learn, we never get enough,
Let's fix this attitude and show some gratitude,
For the sorrows she bared and the blood he shed,
To save the Earth from a scary death.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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Oh, Sweet Maiden!

A burning flame, Glaring at, the steaming lane, The land of all, massacred slaves, Ripped by love, the origin of fate. Oh, that land, the rose crammed bed, Jammed with laughs, and smiles unshed, Pure as the heart, of an infant at rest, Led by the God, of foul prospects. The enchanter, of the dark, To the illusion, of a delicate arch, With the maiden, of sweetness at heart, Stepped in to, a mirrored witchcraft. Swinging and swaying, the ballerina passionate, Sliding and leaping, the pianist considerate, Stumbling and collapsing, the maiden naïve and laid, Weeping and hollering, through the crack sorcery reigns. Maiden, sweet maiden, dumbstruck, betrayed, Threw fits at the mirrors, of the enchanted cave, Left at the wilderness, to wither and break, Oh, sweet maiden, Queen Insane. -Nataliya Ludwick- @thepoeticvoyage

The Untold Goodbyes...

To the sky, a gun was fired, A bird shot down, tangled on a wire, Bidding farewell, to the life he desired, He missed a beat, that the heart required. A frizzy worm fell, off his beak, A drizzle of hay, slipt from his feet, The flock flew away, with cries and screams, While baby bird in the nest, longed for his meal. That innocent soul, lifted into the skies, With desires, hopes, and baby bird in mind, The skies absorbed, the sorrows with sighs, And mourns reigned, for an untold good bye. Tear drops escaped, the eyes of the sky, Rain drops fell, on the nest so fragile, Baby bird wondered, why isn't dad on time, Until the nest fell off, while his broken heart cried. Lying on, the muddy floor, Looking up, he saw a door, That opened wide, with a bright glow, With four wings spread wide, and a cheerful hello. A sweet chirp said, "come darling let's go", Another said "Dads with you, our little fellow",...

Together Let's Plead...

There used to be days, He stared at the waves, With a smile on his face, Though his heart was scraped. For understanding he craved, Hiding in a dark cave, His sorrows were caged, By the judgments raised. He had no right, to shed a tear, In the light, he lived in fear, To survive, he did not need a beer, Yes he lives, on Earth, right here. The world would say, he's care free, I see him walking, bare feet, This sunny day, on the tar street, They helped him out, the shady trees. This sorrow my friend, would fade away, Our life on Earth, is a short stay, I know you're hurt, in many ways, To the selfish world, we all are preys. Feelings have turned from gold to steel, Idle creeps in to this life, to steal, Each day that ends, is a falling leaf, It's hard, to wake up, from this bad dream, To the one above, together let's plead. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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