DAWN OF A NEW ERA

Gone is the darkness born of dusk, now dawn marks birth of a new era

Presiding the twilight that’s fading, like the wine of red grape in a cellar

I see it with both eyes closed, as vision in mind grows much clearer

As they open, may they see sight of dying amber given breath?

And in resulting flames, may my cause become a survivor to wrath

A rising phoenix born of ash, scattered upon once rewarding path

To greatness and glory, to majestic heights and wealth that is vast

My blood spills to serve sacrifice, to escape my ill-fated past

Hyades clutches escaped, struggle that remains, by faith will not last

Let me be the author in action, of tale of the warrior who slays the beast

Striking misfortune into blessing, upon which my spirit may forever feast

Like the shining sun marking the break of fast, I will rise from the East

A glorious day when rags shall begat riches, I will drink and dance to tune

Savored is the victory of the resilient man that rises above deaths dune

Success I will embrace and in glorious ecstasy, I will stand howling at the Moon.

© ♔ ♕☆The Labrys♚♛✮ @tapiwaDEMO

The Heir of No Relation

A woman I may not be but through creative oration, aureate bundles of joy I give birth

My voice tearing the silence, audio violence, destroying all that is dull and not born of abstract thinking

On my quest to find diamonds in the rough, buried deep, prized ideas I unearth

Parting the land, the feet of Mother Nature in hand, separating all creative jargon from ordinary talking

Become the Maggi, body, mind and souls become three wise men to which my epiphany is bestowed

Behold my speech, refined gold, born in hell forged in suffering, hardened by pain of love always missing

With intellect my words are draped, wrapped in wisdom and with your love may they be adorned

Words dramatic, your body they pay no mind, but spirit they will break, so take heed when listening

From the shadows my lines may come, but to the stars they shall soar, like a bat, a dark knight rising

As my rhymes escape, they leap to freedom, not by strength, it is their spirit that is light all weight of previous fears removed

I love their sound, unbound, mathematically rhythmic, young, wild and free

But I pay my respects to the pause, to be honest to the silence, to the dead we only owe the truth

For Go is nothing without Stop, no king no throne, no dog no bone, it is the contrast of the two that I condone

For the finest blades are those forged of ice and fire, May I forever yield my sword, letting my pen bleed and never retire

May my words carve my path in stone, chiselling off misfortune that may draw me from my destiny?

Slowly rising, jealously enticing, submit to my verbal dominion, come forth for your baptising

Kneel to the king, this is different from your knighting, I am the heir of no relation, and this is my coronation.

© ♔ ♕☆The Labrys♚♛✮ @tapiwaDEMO

LIBERTY

 

What is liberty but a long line of liberal freedom attempts?

That have only now begun to bear fruit, like lime that lines the hem line of lady liberty

Can liberty be called freedom, from the large belly of the live leviathan?

Can liberty be branded as the result of long lived levigated oppression?

What worth is liberty to life who lay victims to Levin of repression?

To the fallen, liberty becomes a levirate act to lay life and liberate the living lineage

The lasting longing to lift and cause shackles to levitate from limbs of those barely living

Liberty to those lost to its sweetness, is Ludacris, laughed and looked upon as great levity

Liberty is a luscious prize in litigation to which life was lost as levy

Liberty the sweet nectar for those who stand liberated from laager of languish

Liberty a large labarum in likeness of captivity’s labefaction

Liberty, limitless love that came as result of liberation from chain not labile

Laborious fight for liberation

Luscious flames of submission left as one is led to liberty by a lead dog Labrador

Liberty the long lost dream of the leper to live a normal livelihood

Liberty, laminated photo of a long lost lady stuck on a lantern, loving hope of an inmate

###Liberty###