anthony rubino Poems

EMPTY ARE NOT THESE WORD, EMPTY IS NOT THE THREAT!
A MAGNIFICENT BIRD OF PREYHAS COME TO REST HIGH ATOP TOWERS OF GLASS,
A ROSE IN IT’S TALON,
THIS FROM IT’S PAST, NONEWERE EVER ABLE TO SMASH!
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High above, sitting on his ledge, to himself he is to think. I am neither nor am I heard. I am as ghost. I try and I try, oh how hard I do try, but I must, I mustn’t cry, but now instead his hazel eyes grow moist. A heavy line and scarred face is stained by years.

Such a said faith for this one of light, personally known for the slayings of both the serpent and a dragon, should have never become one of the fallen.
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FALCON, A CHILD WHO WAS TO ONCE DANCE WITH LIGHT, TRAVELING TRUE BOTH TIME AND SPACE,
THE CHILD OF BLIGHT WHO FELL FROM GRACE!

BUT STILL TRUTH ON HIS BACK IS CARRIED,
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TIME & TIME AGAIN, ONE FOUL CREATURE HAS BEEN TRADED FOR ANOTHER.
FIRST A DRAGON, THEN JACKALS, & NOW A SERPENT!
SLITHERING ITS WAY TOWARDS YOU &THEN SNEAKING UP FROM BEHIND AS IT COILS ITSELF AROUND ONE,
SQUEEZING THE VERY LIFE-GIVING BREATH WE NEED SO MUCH.
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CHILDREN WILL CLIMB MANY A MOUNTAIN SIDE,

AND AT TIMES BACKWARD AND DOWNWARD A FEW MAY SLIDE.
WRONGLY ACCUSED AND OBUSED, OF A HORRORABLE CRIME WAS THIS LOVE OF MINE,
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EXHIBITNG A CANVAS WOVEN & PAINTED BY UTTER MADNESS.
THIS RELENTLESS, DETERMINED, FRANTICLLY DRIVEN LITTLE DEMON,
WILL DO AS THE SUN, MOON, & STARS, ALWAYS SHINIG & BEAM-EN.
A WORTHY, BLISS DEVILISH LITTLE NIGHTMARE, TO SAY THE LEAST,
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AM AS GHOST, NO SEES NOR HEARS,
HAVE YELLED AND SCREAMED, ACTED ON MY FEARS!
BLED MANY, A MANY TEARS,
WHILE ADMINISTRATION FALLS ON DEAF EARS!
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SO SURELY, A WONDER AND JOY TO OBSERVE THE,
THIS LITTLE BOY,
AT PLAY SKIPPING ALONG, TOOTING HIS LITTLE FIDDLE,
SPREADING THE BIGGEST OF ALL RIDDLE.
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NOW LET US BEGIN, THERE IS A LITTLE BLACK BOX. A LITTLE MAGICAL BLACK BOX MADE OF TIN!
FILLED WITH ONES AND ZEROS, ZEROS AND ONES.
TELLINGS OF WHATS BEEN DONE, TELLINGS OF EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN,
IT MAY EVEN TELL US HOW WE CAN HAVE SOME FUN.
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DESIRES AND BLOOD FLOW IN THE PALM OF MY HAND,
ENDLESS WINGS AND CHAINS SUIT ME WELL,
THEIR WEIGHT KEEPS ME FROM GOING ANYWHERE,
WITH YOUNG EYES THAT HAVE ONLY SEEN LOSS,
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