08 Sunday Oct 2017
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dedication, idk, nature, poem, Poetic, poetry, skepticism, Soul, sun, writing
Yet,
I rise with the sun on my back.
It wobble; it wiggle
But, nonetheless, I remain on my track
“This one, I shall sack!” in my manifesto,
But I don’t know.
Our purest goals are lingered with hints of skepticism
I’m sure that I know.
This road burns, unbelievably
Hope diminishes, as progression proceeds.
The sun burns in my soul
But honestly, I just don’t know
13 Friday May 2016
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19 Saturday Mar 2016
I will write and scribble and scratch
Because some souls are attractive
But hers is victorious,
Through her cries flooding the sea
And scaring the oceans away, bearing the ocean floor
To being a canvas for her to scribble her sentiments, Her moments
Her beauty, hidden in her soul
So I scratch, powered by my endeavor
Until she opens, like a wild receiver
And.
Surprisingly enough it turns out:
You need not to aim for the beholder,
But the sword illuminated
You need not to find beauty at the sight of her
But the soul, under the moon nested.
Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin
18 Friday Mar 2016
Posted in Art, life, passion, Uncategorized
I will write about the girl that made love to me under the night sky after she had poured out her soul with me under the retreat in dusk
The girl that bared her soul like a knight’s sword naked
Under the moon light
And suddenly her soul started glowing light like a knight’s sword
Under the moon light.
She was the knight, her soul was the sword
As she opens her throat to let escape chapters of the battles she’s been through
Chapters she’s written on and on
And ridden on
With a horse of literature.
Neat writing because her life contained a disastrous creature.
Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin
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