Timothy Long Poems

Keep your mind wide open, under the shadows, when i see your face, the saphire glowing brightly in a orange hoo of light,2 sides of one moon conect together in a blink of one eye, always being critized by friends and enimes alike, for what i see is a undying love in a foiled world in which 2 souls aline in over coming doubt and challenges,
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Driving in madness and the saddest blury, cheating with a devils grin and gods pity, red is always seen to violence and death, blue is the oppisite, which is bliss and kindness, the angels only listen never do, only as if a mysterious as new, which path to take, good or bad, i chose the middle for it could be put in both ways, hating is never going to end, but just ignore the critics for if you do, you unlock your true self.
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It was shining through my eyes with sparkling delight, making my soul britgher, so as it goes to the universal beuty, i may sit to watch it unravel the secrets to life, i tried to see what god wanted, but is not to ment to be, and as for me, i became a star in the light of the eclipse.
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Red in blood, black in evil, silently waiting for the day to come out once again, killing like a mindless beast in the mock of human feast, cunning no doubt with sacrifice about, ancient myths and fair tales do not explain, how this creature is so distain, with one goal to destroy, eyes to cool to see without fear, this creature will roam free so you better flee in sight of he, claws to swipe in blood, with tails in hurricanes tides that bides us here, for in genuine fear, this tear will be the last if were the blast
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Winning, winning, like the bing, searching for wing, flying like a bee, for all to see, high to die for the all seeing eye, shooting for the gold, with the 3pter to be told, coutdown to down town, final seconds to engage the oppistion just enrage in many pages, of victory to the angst of defeat, glad but with the oppents to be sad, for the bulls just had the man
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Big arms soaring, with big teeth roaring, fighting god with no chance, lightning everywhere almost as a dance, the beast try with all there might to fight the almighty gods, the failure to keep the war of olipyus going is heart braking but gods always win in descendint victory everytime in war forever in history
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behind the most cared, masa no ok is at, small step for man for seperate rallys, which poker face not to go, resentment to betrayl not to worry for your kind, to kill then by the rocket
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The witch is burning, by stake, did thy, in capture is easy, says i, my rille is much to bea, in my fair i say, happy to, dare good bye my dream
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blah its a fly, atleast to me i slayed the beast, a feast there is to a bliss, leso, bleso is my heart, for wrong conversation is my ration, for in deventro send a through, i want to block the rock
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Time in gray zones, then if not knowing the tones, and not the world to wonder, to be near you is like my thunder, away from you can befall my death, red is my demon, blue is your angel, thee be loved for my poison is your soul, never to ponder your just my wonder
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