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Writings / Poetic License
February 07, 2008, 07:55:49 AM
Freeverse, sonnet, Haiku, lyrics. . .Share 'em 
Our Old Souls
Two old souls,
Merry old souls,
Tried and tried again,
How the light shines on them now.
One old soul spans many a lifetime,
But keeps youth under itââ,¬â,,¢s eyes.
The same old soul died many a time,
Day after day brought in a new life.
The other old soul,
Another soul found grand,
Failed to embrace the gift as a whole,
A gift from Godââ,¬â,,¢s right hand.
Our tale sets forth,
Like the leaves upon the wind,
Letââ,¬â,,¢s go to a place not visited before,
A view of how it was back then.
The morning dew brought us to our knees,
As if the Pale Rider itself was there to console us that day.
But in the burning sun did we ever see,
Another day ahead of us; Too late to turn away.
Souls brought together and then torn apart,
One gone home to the world known,
The other released in a land afarââ,¬Â¦
Blood stains the sand of his new home.
War is a tragedy we canââ,¬â,,¢t look past,
Letââ,¬â,,¢s travel further down the spiral; past the present circumstance,
Back to the day I raised my glass,
Raised it to my last dance.
The darkest mark on this soul,
One being against the world it felt,
Minutes away was the journey through that six foot hole,
Two souls brought together to save oneââ,¬â,,¢s self.
Over-zealous in itself,
The savior soul left behindââ,¬Â¦
Another soul itself would later sell,
Just to have itââ,¬â,,¢s world shine.
A journey back to the present being,
The sorrow filled song of another soul,
Another tale for a listener,
Another tale to be told.
As the world seems to crumble,
The light begins to fade,
That sphere was driven under,
A story of souls that parted ways.
The story goes stale forever,
Tales forgotten and never complete.
Fate is cruel and will end never,
The story wonââ,¬â,,¢t end till the two souls meet.
Separation is a curse to consider,
Two souls departed,
Two drawn together.
Two souls longing never to be forgotten.
Our tale stops and is brought back to present,
A foolish youngââ,¬â,,¢s pride falls in loveââ,¬â,,¢s deep hole.
Merry merry souls tried and lacking resentment,
Two old souls; Our old souls.
Our Old Souls
Two old souls,
Merry old souls,
Tried and tried again,
How the light shines on them now.
One old soul spans many a lifetime,
But keeps youth under itââ,¬â,,¢s eyes.
The same old soul died many a time,
Day after day brought in a new life.
The other old soul,
Another soul found grand,
Failed to embrace the gift as a whole,
A gift from Godââ,¬â,,¢s right hand.
Our tale sets forth,
Like the leaves upon the wind,
Letââ,¬â,,¢s go to a place not visited before,
A view of how it was back then.
The morning dew brought us to our knees,
As if the Pale Rider itself was there to console us that day.
But in the burning sun did we ever see,
Another day ahead of us; Too late to turn away.
Souls brought together and then torn apart,
One gone home to the world known,
The other released in a land afarââ,¬Â¦
Blood stains the sand of his new home.
War is a tragedy we canââ,¬â,,¢t look past,
Letââ,¬â,,¢s travel further down the spiral; past the present circumstance,
Back to the day I raised my glass,
Raised it to my last dance.
The darkest mark on this soul,
One being against the world it felt,
Minutes away was the journey through that six foot hole,
Two souls brought together to save oneââ,¬â,,¢s self.
Over-zealous in itself,
The savior soul left behindââ,¬Â¦
Another soul itself would later sell,
Just to have itââ,¬â,,¢s world shine.
A journey back to the present being,
The sorrow filled song of another soul,
Another tale for a listener,
Another tale to be told.
As the world seems to crumble,
The light begins to fade,
That sphere was driven under,
A story of souls that parted ways.
The story goes stale forever,
Tales forgotten and never complete.
Fate is cruel and will end never,
The story wonââ,¬â,,¢t end till the two souls meet.
Separation is a curse to consider,
Two souls departed,
Two drawn together.
Two souls longing never to be forgotten.
Our tale stops and is brought back to present,
A foolish youngââ,¬â,,¢s pride falls in loveââ,¬â,,¢s deep hole.
Merry merry souls tried and lacking resentment,
Two old souls; Our old souls.
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