I probably will. Too much work to publish something anyway, lol
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived
New Portion:
First, a great friend wrote this one when I told her that I had writers block on the next poem:
The Illusionist:
Illusions and magic are your forte, your prime
They whisper a marvelous tune
With beguiling mystery, an achievement of time
The records are won all too soon
They jest "It's a hobby; grow out like old shorts"
But I see dedication and ease
The cards keep coming, decks scattered around
For which I'll continually tease
And now you combine two gifts of your own
Find rhythm for life's glitter show
A poem to describe a passionate trait
Keep the wonder, amazement aglow
Good luck with your phrases, the rolling of die
Trick the eye, flash a light, laugh along
As the audience gasps, then a frustrated sigh,
Suspensefully on stage is where you belong
Now, the one I wrote after that:
Mundus Vult Decepi:
Mundus vult Decipi
mens est quod suus 'captionem
Quando illusiónibus facere tenaci notio praeconceptis
hominum mentes incipiunt detegentem
The world wants to be decieved
the mind is it's trap
When illusions do grip a notion preconcieved
men's minds begin to unwrap
No matter the motive, no matter the form
the soul of the art is how you perform
toying and leading trust astray
only to reveal another way
It is an art to conceal art
to show a trick is to hide it
making your way right to the heart
never give up, don't ever quit
Ars est celare artem
ut appareat frustra absconderunt
faciens viam vestram ius ad cor
nunquam redono in perpetuum quietos
First, a great friend wrote this one when I told her that I had writers block on the next poem:
The Illusionist:
Illusions and magic are your forte, your prime
They whisper a marvelous tune
With beguiling mystery, an achievement of time
The records are won all too soon
They jest "It's a hobby; grow out like old shorts"
But I see dedication and ease
The cards keep coming, decks scattered around
For which I'll continually tease
And now you combine two gifts of your own
Find rhythm for life's glitter show
A poem to describe a passionate trait
Keep the wonder, amazement aglow
Good luck with your phrases, the rolling of die
Trick the eye, flash a light, laugh along
As the audience gasps, then a frustrated sigh,
Suspensefully on stage is where you belong
Now, the one I wrote after that:
Mundus Vult Decepi:
Mundus vult Decipi
mens est quod suus 'captionem
Quando illusiónibus facere tenaci notio praeconceptis
hominum mentes incipiunt detegentem
The world wants to be decieved
the mind is it's trap
When illusions do grip a notion preconcieved
men's minds begin to unwrap
No matter the motive, no matter the form
the soul of the art is how you perform
toying and leading trust astray
only to reveal another way
It is an art to conceal art
to show a trick is to hide it
making your way right to the heart
never give up, don't ever quit
Ars est celare artem
ut appareat frustra absconderunt
faciens viam vestram ius ad cor
nunquam redono in perpetuum quietos
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived
Jato wrote:I would like to put one hereReally? Another SpongeBob quote? Well for one thing that was a story and not a poem, so sorry Jato.
The Ugly Barnacle:
Once there was an ugly barnacle.
He was SO ugly that everyone died.
The End
That brought a tear to my eye....... and I RARELY cry..... while laughing
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived
alright, new one.....no real intro.
Playing Chance:
Taking life one day at a time
Every passing day is like a roll of the dice
taking time to observe and to mime
with pressure bearing down like a vice
My cards are dealt, and I'm all in
Had my chance to fold, now it's all or nothing
desperately trying to escape my sin
only to find my willpower was bluffing
Moving on to the great roulette
never knowing where your ball will land
you can find a number, place your bet
but I assure you, it won't be as planned
In this live lottery of the human soul
and see what you have in this fast-paced world
but it's hard to live life on a dice roll
and into its confusion we're hurled
To delve deeper into finding its meaning
the first time so short, the second being wasted
while into situations we're careening
and the kiss of death has been tasted
Don't live a lie,
don't say goodbye
don't waste your time
don't let yourself die.
Playing Chance:
Taking life one day at a time
Every passing day is like a roll of the dice
taking time to observe and to mime
with pressure bearing down like a vice
My cards are dealt, and I'm all in
Had my chance to fold, now it's all or nothing
desperately trying to escape my sin
only to find my willpower was bluffing
Moving on to the great roulette
never knowing where your ball will land
you can find a number, place your bet
but I assure you, it won't be as planned
In this live lottery of the human soul
and see what you have in this fast-paced world
but it's hard to live life on a dice roll
and into its confusion we're hurled
To delve deeper into finding its meaning
the first time so short, the second being wasted
while into situations we're careening
and the kiss of death has been tasted
Don't live a lie,
don't say goodbye
don't waste your time
don't let yourself die.
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived
I got bored earlier while watching a Horror movie, it's title will not be named, but I can tell you that it SOUNDS like, "The Grudge"
but anyway, I felt a little down, so I wrote this:
Horror:
The suspense seems to bring a release
of the rage hidden deep within
and the suffering around me seems to cease
and is no longer under my skin
Screaming bloody murder makes the day seem less cruel
It may be just a film, but for me it's more
it brings a sweet release when the blood begins to pool
the movie brings a sweet escape from life's constant war
It always seems like I'm running from a monster
it could be a ghost, ghoul, or a killer with a knife
but it's never real, just what my imagination can conjure
just an analogy for my real-life strife
Blood-curdling screams from demons in masks
send a sweet release from the real torment
and always remind me, no matter what sorrow basks
Life is better than that, so I'm content.
but anyway, I felt a little down, so I wrote this:
Horror:
The suspense seems to bring a release
of the rage hidden deep within
and the suffering around me seems to cease
and is no longer under my skin
Screaming bloody murder makes the day seem less cruel
It may be just a film, but for me it's more
it brings a sweet release when the blood begins to pool
the movie brings a sweet escape from life's constant war
It always seems like I'm running from a monster
it could be a ghost, ghoul, or a killer with a knife
but it's never real, just what my imagination can conjure
just an analogy for my real-life strife
Blood-curdling screams from demons in masks
send a sweet release from the real torment
and always remind me, no matter what sorrow basks
Life is better than that, so I'm content.
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived
I feel like You, Jato, Wind, and Gollum are the only ones that read these, lol
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived
Yoshimatsu wrote:I feel like You, Jato, Wind, and Gollum are the only ones that read these, lolThat's because we know talent when we see it.
Oh, awesome, there ARE some covert readers, lol
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived
I was talking to you.....
you are "You"
you are "You"
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived
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