Nebe Albert Poems

You fought the war of ages within seconds.thousands fell behind you and by your side.kings, queens, lords, soldiers and knights under no mans colour.Yet you won the fight and took the price.
Living in a world alone, a rare beauty grew within a space.A flower in a diamond, with a golden stand, on a silver platform.A room seen but beauty grew within.
Time tells, nine steps within a year.They dug a mine for a jade of a unique nature. Blimey! They stood, they rejoiced in two different places of the world.
Within space and time, polished and cut.The best of its kind.Sharp smooth curves and lines.
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To a Brother a gentle voice was heard. You have taken the freedom of another and yet you walk freely among the sons. Behold the faithful witnesses of your brother.

I am justice, I was there. I was there when you took away the freedom of another and to you I will work my mischief as you did on the innocent.
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A woman and her beauty. You never can tell what you will find in a woman. Do you not know about the womans nature? What do you think you know? A wild nature or a calm nature? Do you know a fragile being or a cat with nine lives?

A woman and her beauty.
We know of the gold and its beauty, the diamond and its beauty, the jasper and its beauty, the jade and its beauty. Never a mineral like a woman for her beauty is within.
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Always pray for me; that i may fall into no sin.

Always be with me, thy rod and thy staff, to comfort me and guide me.
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In my heart, i bear a burden so strong.i come to you for rest. Father, give me rest.

In my heart, am weary and sad.who am i? A question i ponder on day and night. Save me from myself.
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In me is the desire to know you. To know what pleases you. To know what makes you happy. Your joy is my strength.

I seek the knowledge of who you are. I seek the knowledge of your love. I seek the knowledge of your son and your un-ending wisdom.
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On a quiet evening before the horror, before the deaths of many fair friends on a land far from home but nearer to the home eternal, The pounding sounds of anger and love shouting from its hiding, The hero’s heart at war

On a quiet evening before the Question, before a soul so lonely and a fair friend in a house far from home but closer to the house dearly eternal, The pounding sounds of surprises and joy shouting from its hiding, The hero’s heart in love
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Fair and calm,
Easy and free as the wind,
Blow through the heart that understands your simple nature,
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