My Will.

Bore into me the strength
You promised to give
So I could remain alive
To love you till I passed.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I'm at a loss for words, I'm awe struck and inspired by the amount of depth that went into so few words. Kudos.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

I thank you for your read, and time. Many thanks for your honest review ma'am. :)

[quinfinn]

i fear that whatever i say will hold no candle to the collaboration which ensues in previous comments....this is f*****g amazing and i am in awe of the poetical symmetry which has preceeded! excellent write(s)!!!!!!!

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Speak my dear! Collaborations are rather interesting, and I enjoy works of any. :) No worries, I assure!

[quinfinn]

until i understand what it is you passed i have no idea where to turn the worm, for i promise never what i cannot keep....

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

But in the recess of the outskirts,
Do you understand a hand stretches
To your bare bone back,
To hold the hand in guidance and give courage?

[quinfinn]

and will that hand then take upon my heart
guiding the essence of my soul
to the boundaries of love and beyond
to quell that inner demon and its desires?

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

If my fingers hold tight, promise what I will,
And keep the embers alive,
I pray you understand there is no place I fear,
For I bore Hell and soothed the gargoyles who came.

[quinfinn]

so truly thou art Persephone
wife and goddess of the damned
and i am loathe to resist your charms
simply for what i am....

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

For one to be in resistance is utter foolishness!
I hold no persuasion, no pride, but humility alone.
Allow one clasped palm, a smile and heed my warning:
Do not let such dark lows cloud the white light within you.

[quinfinn]

if thou art the darkness and i am the light
what taketh the mystery from this night?
perhaps a simple "mind how you go"
sets things in order...quid pro quo......

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Hold this rapture still, quiet your head child,
A light sits in you, yes bright in the clouds,
And be contrary to my utter belief,
I pursue you are rather not left alone.

[quinfinn]

and yet thou forsaketh me with thy words
utter not the secrets not yet told
and i am but a cloud in the infinite
alone, yet not, yet silently loud

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Alone? You speak nonsense in my ear!
Pass by like some distant memory,
I grasp rather quicker than you give credit.
Keep still, but utter no such tyranny anymore.

[quinfinn]

for thee my nonsense is the truth
and understandeth only you
come hither...be my only word
no tyrant am i, for my love be true

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

And what secrets do you hold in these statements?
That a confession sits where,
Or a spine filled margin of emotions,
Flawed or not, I find difficulty in this new snare.

[quinfinn]

and just what snare doth thou find within
this is thy will...or hast thou forgot?
tis not a testament of will
last will and testaments have we not....

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Relax your hold. I see my Will.
I see it clearer than any will ever.
Strong, be this; Patience, keep your virtue.
A secret is a long lost war to my mind.

[quinfinn]

then silent will i be forever
through friendship's oath your word i treasure
still thee now, no words to say
and best that i be on my way

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

As I too must find a departure
In my quiet vocals
And give a resolution:
Your night be far pleasant.

[quinfinn]

and peace be unto thee
for the night hath come
let this day set forth
till the new is one

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

For once you lay stark,
Without reverence or power,
Bare witness to wills gone,
The end for us as us alone.

Just my addition to this wonderful piece.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

I wonder to a darker depth riddled with guilt,
A silent beckon to be freed from the chastised want to see you,
To understand what left the foundation so shaken.
Dare you speak of something I cast out?

And so another addition is born.
Thus, I do enjoy your review. Very deep in its poised. :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

O.K. - let's see what we caan do!

I speak of all things even cast from you,
The dire speaking man who never sees,
A thought that binds this horrid generation,
You now see why we are writers, u do?

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Is your imprudent misconception
A call I once knew too well,
To drag me from this Earth,
And bring me to a form of silent words?

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Silent words you speak and shout off,
They deafen none of us who listen,
A frail heart does lead a passion forth,
The heart that beats within a hollow chest.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

I wish I was aware of the beating before,
That unstable tremble raking my nerves;
Do you hear it too?
Hear all that I do?

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I merely see you are a king od kings,
A child born to nothing and rising faults,
You push with that heart to form castles,
A tiresome journey now marks your face.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Will you fall as the empire we cherished as children;
Sand castles swallowed by rude passing feet,
And billows of the sea's wrath?
Will I stand in your place, to fall with much lost elegance?

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Stand there yet you stand alone,
I no longer hear your words or see your face,
You must accept what is not there,
Be kind my fellow and love again, you will.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Calm, and take a long glance around,
See what is real and untouched; I promise you:
There a life forgotten is reborn and everlasting.
Are you hopeless once more?

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Are you hopeless once more? - Perfection, a question to answer by the reader. I think we did ourseleves proud wouldn't you say - you have a clever mind my friend, be well.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Haha, indeed a job well done I should say so myself. :) As to a clever mind, I think rather not. But my gratitude for such a piece I give you. Much thanks. ^^

[VennelaMargame]

The river eddies jig, the bridge trips a stony waltz,
Motion and steadfastness are indices
read moreThe river eddies jig, the bridge trips a stony waltz,
Motion and steadfastness are indices
Of force, harmony in antagonism.
Bridge or water, keep time to the music of your will.

[VennelaMargame]

Oy, of course I have to spoil it by coming in after the bell has rung.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Haha, no such thing! The bell shall not ring sooner than anticipated!

Idle feet to walk the surf,
Do not find the hesitation in the rhythm
As I had once adorned upon your path,
But dance along as if your last.

[VennelaMargame]

Pedantic surf, scraping common time legato,
Non con brio, the skittering sand, scampering away from my toes,
As iron dust before its magnetic god, that sand deifies
My motion more than your lunar despot ever could.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Does one understand the nostalgia I was writhe in?
Or the consecrated mess I endulged my innocence
To find, to create a wall the Lamb could not?
Childish games and demeanor, I beg you beseech me.