this poem is about Kenshin...
Crescent Moon
I view the moon
Casting its silhoulette glow
Illuminating the faces of innonocence
The crickets chirp their merry tune
Turning into a forlorn sound of misery
as steps approached.
Once again it is time to draw this sword of mine
Who is merely content at resting in its sheath
But their can be no rest
not when the steps rush to do evil
I have no choice
I must do what i don't want to
The crescent moon is my witness
It has viewed the ways of man
The bloodshed of this place that cries out from the ground
seeking peace and vengeance
My callused hands bear witness of the hours
i have practiced.
of the bloodshed that i have spilt
I know no reason except the sword
Which i shall die by if i choose this path
but i know no other path to choose
The pebbles on the stream rest peacefully
until disturbed by the steps
thrown among the side
they are ignored
abondoned except by God
who notices even those things
I don't know if what they say is true
about this God
but i can only hope that he see's me now
because the steps approach
poem about Kenshin
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[quote] If not now then when? If not me then who?- anonymous
LOVE AND PEACE!!!- Vash the Stampede
This is His testimony: God has given us eternal life and this life is in His Son, He who has the Son of God has Life. He who does not have the Son of God does not have Life.-John
Why am i crying in French??- Vash the Stampede
LOVE AND PEACE!!!- Vash the Stampede
This is His testimony: God has given us eternal life and this life is in His Son, He who has the Son of God has Life. He who does not have the Son of God does not have Life.-John
Why am i crying in French??- Vash the Stampede
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churchgirl111 - Posts: 215
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Very nice. ^-^
[size=84][color=seagreen]YOU SEE
You see into the deepest part of me ---
beyond the fog I hide behind.
You cast your light upon the shadows
that stretch like cobwebs in my mind.
You ease the pain when I am hurting,
and morbid visions from my past
pierce into the realm of Reason
as though I danced on blades of glass.
You grant me strength when I have fallen
and, once again, I've lost my way.
You take my hand in Yours and lead me
into the promise of a brand new day.
You bring order to all my chaos,
yet set my well-laid plans awry.
You place me on a firm foundation ---
then give me wings so I can fly.
You sand away my roughened edges
and polish all the dullest parts
until I stand before Your presence...
a newly-sculpted work of art.
You see into the heart within me,
right through my motives and selfish will.
And yet, in spite of all You see
You say You love me even still.
~by D.M.~
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