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Numb

When the feelings gone how can one hurt or hate. When the light is hidden the truth can’t be found, we remain as the mole in his sightless realm, with small hillocks of earth as a cry for help, when The Devic Kingdom of nature is all one craves.

I Stand No More

I stand no more time in the running, for I am a soul of compassion courage and kindness, in an unseen way before the ghost I will become travels with the wind upon an everlasting mountain trail to
a silent temple that is beneath a solitary cloud, to evaporate over land that has never felt love .

The Warrior of Poetry News

I am pleased to tell you after a period of illness the Warrior of Poetry is returning to write poetry for his site, a brave comeback after being unwell, a return comeback poem from the Warrior of Poetry.

Amidst the disorienting whirl of words, They aim to ensnare, like Anaconda’s coil, To unsettle the mind, sow confusion’s seeds,
In this ‘lemming time’ they call it so,
Where evil threads unwind, and spirits tire.

But let the friendly spirits freely roam, With good intentions guiding every step, For in their gentle glow, malevolence shall flee, Like broken branches scattered on barren land,
Awaiting the freedom of resilient hearts, Those who, unyielding, stand in the face of discord.