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My Golden Eagle

He was wild
Completely untamable
Wanting to go in all directions
Going in every direction
Back and forth
Never tiring
Blazing his own trails
Bowing not to another
Friend only to earth and sky
Riding forever on the wind
Tied only by gravity
Barely touching ground
No permanent name
No history
Freedom at its best
Passion for life
Facing every fear
Laughing at every foe
Defying destiny
A phantom
A drifter
A loner
An extraordinary man
One I loved to refer to as
My Golden Eagle


The Butterfly and the Rose (Poem)

The butterfly and the rose
How they thrive
Only God knows
Travelling across Earth
Mountains high and valleys low
To the reaches of realms
They will go
The gardens can’t stop them
Nor rain nor drought nor snow
Nor to the rushing wind
Will they bow
Who will dare tame
The butterfly and the rose
Not even pen and paper
Can lock them in prose
Defiant and high
Will their banner billow
Forever living on
Despite the tries of foes
But their love for family
Will always grow
However you view them
You must know
All this is true of
The butterfly and the rose

Haiku Compilation V

Illustrious words
Do I need to be profound
To make an impact

Don’t need clever mind
Nor divine inspiration
To be creative

Is the mind simple
How do we distinguish thoughts
Arid works of brains

Never stop progress
Who are we to change futures
Nothing set in stone

Answers could be known
It cannot be that simple
Figure out yourself

What is in a name
Everything I am afraid
For many names called

Whisper untold lies
Words slandering each other
Battlefield of hate

Destroying all foes
We will be victorious
Fighters don’t give up

Stolen Dream

I once had a dream. A dream that filled me with joy and warmth. I thought about it everyday. Laced my nights with my vision. It was my goal, my life. But then again, life always happened. My dream was put on hold. It hurt, it really did, but I persevered. Kept trudging through the trenches. I remained strong in my belief that my dream would one day become reality. There it was. My dream was within reach again! But wait…what happened? I turned away for no more than a second, and it was gone. Someone had stolen my dream. Why? What would compel anyone to do such a thing? Could they not dream their own dream? Rage boiled inside me. You see, I was a very possessive person and did not like thieves. It was a simple matter of time before I was ready. Fully geared and ready for war. I would get my dream back no matter the cost. Return it to my rightful possession. Even if it meant I would fight until my last breath. And it didn’t matter if the thief was foe or friend. I was prepared to cut down anyone who stole my dream. May God have mercy on their souls…

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