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Sonnet: Good Intentions
The face, within the mirror, shan’t display
The visage of a monster? Nay; but, who
Might set out to discover what is true;
Not planning to destroy; nor ever stray
From good. His mild manner could allay,
And ever would his good intent undo,
Near any fear or doubt he’d not renew
His Godly pledge; and never disobey.
He, to the mirror, says: “I shan’t forget
That I, this day, shall take this world, unclean,
And, of it, make a better place.” Foretell
Ye; face with horror; watch his silhouette
Perform those actions sure to bring, unseen,
Into reality, the road to Hell.
- For: daydreamdaisies
Intro: The Road to Hell
An evil man looks
Not in the mirror to say
I shall be evil
But tells his image:
Today… I shall make the world
A much better place.
- For: daydreamdaisies
Sonnet: My Friend
When hope’s last touch had, ever weary, left;
And never, solace opened up her arms;
Sweet dreams pervading comfort had been reft;
And fertile life had quitted of her charms.
Life, seeming ended, ever lingered on;
And pity choked her ever-ringing word.
It seemed as though I were a passing pawn
Unheeding of all joy and never heard.
When panic reared his dreaded mask, I had
To desperately seek to task this ache.
Instead, you offered friendship. (I was glad
To take whatever kindness I could take.)
Though first, it seemed your offering was small,
What magic, that you gave a gift at all!
- One more for Jena:
Though never would a hundred
Ever be enough.
Intro: So Happy
so nice when I had
found you, seeming well, and even smiling
I was very happy then
Sonnet VII: Lucky
It’s true, I always get what I desire,
But most of my desires rest in you.
Such boyish dreams, but definitely knew
What would, in all complexity, transpire;
I knew the field, I knew the world entire;
And this, that every wish of mine came true.
I saw our lives as they began anew,
And understood what life would then require.
That both of us, so perfectly sincere;
So very much as when we first began;
And now, as once we did, we would declare;
As strong as ever once, and as severe;
And all our long tomorrows, better than
Our yesterdays; and all beyond compare.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Intro 7: Predestination
Predestination
There is really no such thing
It is preordained
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