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It has been a long time since I wrote in my own thread.. So, to end our 2020 with a good vibe.. I have a poem I'd like to share to sum up this year.


CLOSING TIME

Here at the end, it's closing time.
The year went by unlike any before it.
With lockdowns galore, water crashing the shores.
People praying on the floors.
Will we see an end?

It was a year of pandemic awareness.
A virus in the air. Started from one country,
spread to others, like fear.
Is it hard to move on, sure it is.
But what can you do? It is what it is.

This year will end soon, the credits will appear.
Yet, another chapter will ring in the new year.
2021 is approaching. Will it be different than the last?
What exactly have we learned? From such a chaotic past.
I guess only time will tell what's in store.

Hopefully though, it doesn't come to a bore.
For this craziness is odd, in the world we live in.
How much more can we gain? Do we fight, or give in.
I know one thing is clear, which is staring right at us.
This pandemic is annoying, we're all going nuts.

Written By
KnightLover1

 

Brink

2021 is fresh.
The beginning of a New Year.
There is a mystery to fear.
What will we see or hear?
It's uncertain and unclear.

The madness seeps in,
like a bad nightmare.
Filling your mind with doubts and scare.
Keeping us awake and aware.


The future is unknown.
Whether we live or die is so cold.
Will you buckle and fold?
Or stand tall and bold.

The brink is what we're pushed to.
Kind of like the end of our witts.
Being backed in a corner, or deep in a pit.
Do you fight, or quit?

At the hour of our end,
You have to ask yourself one thing.
What will I do when it's my turn to go?
Will I rise to the top?
Or be cancelled, like a show.

Written By
KnightLover1

 

The Ghost Writer

They call me Ghost Writer,
got rhymes in my head.
If I was a villain,
I'd be wanted alive or dead.

I write to release,
everything built up inside.
I wander through my thoughts,
like a maze in my mind.

I'm witty and clever,
like Bruce Wayne, it's true.
I'm Mystic Knight,
because darkness is what I do.

They say all things come to an end.
But maybe, just maybe.
If you're lucky.
It'll come back again.

I've lost some dear people close to me.
Though they live on in my heart, carefree.
I wish I was better, at a lot of things.
My talents and gifts, those are my strengths.

Written By
KnightLover1

 

Virtuous

In this life we strive for love.
We breathe, hurt, cry and feel torn,
though we move forward from our birth.

We laugh, we bleed, we walk and run.
Never imagining ourselves the loaded gun.
Weapons by God, the man above.
The dangers we are capable of,
can be a scary burden to bare.

To inflict pain, to torture, or to burn.
The many pitfalls in this world,
can leave one's humanity up for sale.
A price too great, or the right price.

Our souls were meant to be pure,
yet money is the root of all evil.
Governments can be bribed,
the law can be bought.

Crooked politicians all cooking up lies.
Trouble in the media, red within the skies.
How can a world be so great and cruel?
So filled with cheer, and doom.

To be virtuous, or be our own downfall.
Which would you choose?
Many demons exist in this lifetime,
some we can not see.

Others stand out for power,
while the rest suffer, like sheep.
Though in this storybook,
dreams do not hold sleep.

Because nightmares rule in the darkness,
while the light tries to fight back.
And wherever there is a hero,
a villain plays his tune.

Can we win? Or are we meant to lose.
That is the 64 million dollar question,
those are the sad blues.

Written By
KnightLover1

 

Heart Beat

Listen to your pulse,
tell me what it says.
Does it cry out for attention?
Or beat like a drum.

Do you listen or ignore?
Do you care or feel sore?
The heart is a fickle thing,
trust me I know.

Felt so many emotions,
been hurt in all forms.
Through my good, bad, angry, and sad.
Through my weakest, strongest, and even glad.
I thrived, I struggled, but I kept moving forward.

The heart is a fickle thing, it's chaotic at times.
Through all my past relationships, I've lost my mind.
But I picked up my feet, I kept moving on ahead.
Hoping, praying that I'd sleep peaceful in my bed.

But some times it's harder, than it sounds.
Easier said, than done.
Not everyone comes out on top.
Not all people have won.

It's not a lottery, it's a game of chance.
It's rolling the dice at a craps table,
it's a fling or temporary romance.
Is it real? Maybe, who knows?

But it's tricky, and it can be great.
Or, it can really blow.
So think before you leap,
it's a hard choice.

It's like leaping off a cliff,
there is no second chances.
It's a quick poison.

Written By
KnightLover1

 

Here’s a little ditty
About why I love her titties
That came to me rather speedy
Tits and ass cuz I am greedy