* * * Debate Policy - Political Message Board Thread * * * -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Thread : Prose, I now am going to write a bit.... Started at 05-14-2019 03:39 PM by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Visit at http://www.debatepolicy.com/showthread.php?t=66472 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 1] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-14-2019 03:39 PM Title : Prose, I now am going to write a bit.... Going to post this one written six years ago and afterwards write a few new ones..--Tyr Below The Raging Storm Below the raging storm The loud winds crying out Earth braces for raging onslaught Trees await their broken limbs Mankind watches with usual fears, Amidst plunging-hard rains Life scatters to find good cover And ground soaks up eager raindrops, From this new danger's fruits Its deaths to later gift anew In flooded ponds, streams and rivers Miracles born from malignant skies That which mankind oft marvels at. For man's fears eat away his depths Gnaw into dying marrow and cracked bones Seeding night with darkest powers And chimera's that oft invade peace Alas, mortal flesh finds its wailing curse The self inflicted stabs from fear's daggers - Bringing shadows, vanity's cancerous mouths birth, Wading echoes driven by false expectations. Robert J. Lindley, 9-17- 2013 Prose, ( Storms, Life, Death, Destruction And Rebirth ) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 2] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 05-18-2019 08:45 AM O' That Our Sad And Vain Glories Wouldst Suffice O' that our sad and vain glories wouldst suffice to soothe our nightmare moods, their poisoned queries angry shadows that prowl long and empty corridors seeking joy at any precious costs Alas! Sweet promise that sets its hidden traps eager for the follies of man-made schemes steeped within weakness and failed hopes, darkness of flesh and bones and fated to stagger in blindness of lust and deep decay! O' that heart and soul could once truly join to walk upright in radiance of truth and light dance under moon's warmth giving rays sing to its cheerful gifting arc and praise its glory that shines for us all. O' that darkness lost its deceiving powers turning to ash from fires long since smothered in the rise of mortal reach and wisdom beyond, beyond mere existence and vanity compounded by Fate's hand thus scale to soaring heights once given to Olympic Gods devoid of tempestuous failing's, they all too sadly embraced. Robert J. Lindley, 5-18-2019 Prose, ( The Harshest Reality- That Mankind Refuses To Learn ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 3] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-17-2019 06:21 AM How Can The Blinded Ever Bear To See Above drudgery of this life skies just begging to be seen sun sends its warmth and its hello to a humanity that oft wanders blind, in its glories rotten to its core. What shouts out in sorrows and in epic pains none but retributions and loss of sweet hope born by a mad walk down vanity's darkest path complete with arrogance of want to be gods! Above the Dragon that lies in wait its sharp claws spoiled with dried bloods its legions prowling for pleasures they need world rewarding as such merit thus calls- to misery, sacrifices fruits of death. How can the blinded ever bear to see morbid curse they adore and truly embrace for mortal souls lounge in festering ponds and moan in silence among valleys of midnight calls! Above pits of cavernous despairs man races into his welcoming abyss his heart chained to selfish desires mind a cage of ego driven exasperation, poison arrows sent to pierce truth. When will life's beauty, its powers happily reveal to a mad herd claiming gems born of darkness and at dawn's rise plead for their well hidden masks so as no stray mirror dares shines most feared truth! Robert J. Lindley, 7-17-2019 Prose, ( What Time And Truth May One Day Reveal ) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019 ************************************************** Strange the waves that oft surge within dream seas views of dark pits and direst moaning pleas anguish born from travels on earth's darken paths and saddest sorrows, fruits of divine wrath.---------Tyr -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Post 4] Author : Tyr-Ziu Saxnot Date : 07-19-2019 05:35 AM Wading Echoes Driven By False Expectations Below the raging storm The loud winds crying out Earth braces for raging onslaught Trees await their broken limbs Mankind watches with usual fears, Amidst plunging-hard rains Life scatters to find good cover And ground soaks up eager raindrops, From this new danger's fruits Its deaths to later gift anew In flooded ponds, streams and rivers Miracles born from malignant skies That which mankind oft marvels at, For man's fears eat away his depths Gnaw into dying marrow and cracked bones Seeding night with darkest powers And chimera's that oft invade peace Alas, mortal flesh finds its wailing curse The self inflicted stabs from fear's daggers, Bringing shadows, vanity's cancerous mouths birth, Wading echoes driven by false expectations. 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