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A test of time
A test of proof
A test to rhyme
The bitter truth
A test of lies
A test of ruse
A test of whys
And what we choose
A test of passion
A test of trust
A test of fashion
And what we must
A poet's pen
And tale in part
Are where he's been
And burdened heart
A minstrel's voice
Cries out to wrong
Within his choice
To make a song
A painter's brush
And inward vision
Give silent hush
To out* decision *(outward)
In art and life
Reflection stays
Within some strife
And inward ways
Art and life are
Said to mirror
One another
As sight's clearer
But both meaning
And sound grow dimmer
When one's screening
His heart asimmer
A test of proof
A test to rhyme
The bitter truth
A test of lies
A test of ruse
A test of whys
And what we choose
A test of passion
A test of trust
A test of fashion
And what we must
A poet's pen
And tale in part
Are where he's been
And burdened heart
A minstrel's voice
Cries out to wrong
Within his choice
To make a song
A painter's brush
And inward vision
Give silent hush
To out* decision *(outward)
In art and life
Reflection stays
Within some strife
And inward ways
Art and life are
Said to mirror
One another
As sight's clearer
But both meaning
And sound grow dimmer
When one's screening
His heart asimmer
Literature
Dark Thought Pt. 2
All I had was given to you
My blood, sweat and tears
I gave you shelter from the floods
And I watched you throw away all
My faith, love and trust
Even though you promised me,
Knew I didn't let just anybody in
To gaze upon
My heart, hopes and insecurities
All on the line for you
But when I look back
You had everything to gain
And you did
While I lost everything
When I never had enough for myself
Literature
no solution
I am afraid to sleep in the dark.
I can't fall asleep with a night light.
Literature
Under My Bed
Midnight calls, eyes close,
Fear overtakes my sanity,
These voices are real;
in the closet-under the bed, everywhere,
I can hear them breathing;
Calling me into their realm,
I try but cannot see them,
I just know they are here taunting my every thought,
tormenting me about life, deeds, even misdeeds,
Their laughter fuels my tensions,
My pulse quickens as I am in their sway,
paralyzed, I cannot move,
My body consumed by the black,
My gasps fall on dying lights,
This could be my last breath,
Please, Constance, enter my dreams,
Please, save me.
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Thats a great poem. It also has a nice meaning to it too.