59) Willow

A long time gone, in rolling fields,
Only once I came upon a willow tree,
In its shade sat an old man,
Who eagered me down for his story.

He gave tales of his heartbreak youth,
Of a time before I was born,
Of failed endeavors and greatest success,
Of old age and wonder of death.

Finally, he asked for my tale,
And I could not find the words,
So I told him in kindest respect:

For I am too young to know,
Much to convey my life in words,
As you have seen the sights I have not,
And hear the sounds I have not heard.

He closed his gray eyes and smiled,
Set upon a frail hand on me,
Faded away into whispering wind,
No longer alive could he be.

Echoes lost in the quiet wind,
A long time gone in the fields,
I once knew a man who told me,
Under the shade of a willow tree.

35) Flashlight

Nothing will destroy me in a million years,
For mother Terra holds me with soft love,
I exist more than a simple body,
More than just simple flesh and blood.

So I see I am not a wasted creation,
Blessed with thoughts of love and faith,
Living in a world of endless dream,
Of opposites to anger and hate.

Tonight the pale shade of a full moon,
To the soft sounds of one full night,
I know I am invincible with hope,
Waiting for dawn's first light.

Nothing will destory me in a million years,
For gentle arms hold me with soft love,
My thoughts will cradle me with dreams of heaven,
More than just simple flesh and blood.

34) Chosen Soul

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To the chaos of the human ages,
History forged in countless wars,
Seen through my tired and empty soul,
Forever plagued by unhealed scars.

Born into a dark and pure heart,
Sacrificing life, love, and peace,
Trained by codes of valued honor,
On a quest for violence cease.

Living doomed and set fates,
The same soul that seeks more,
Death embraced in a million battles,
Fought in many different wars.

My wavering actions are a battle,
And again I shall into death soar,
Fearless, heroic, and dedicated,
To be born a soldier once more.

So therefore I shall speak my struggles,
Repeated countless times anew,
Forged in wasted tears and blood,
Infinite attempts at final virtue.