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Cruel Intentions by Fate
I remember the first time we locked eyes,
butterflies mangled and did the 'Tango' inside.
For I never knew such beauty be alive
it cast a love spell infatuating at anytime,
a lingering beauty sewn into the crust of my mind.
She enter the room in slow motion
like a dove glide with such peaceful grace.
As she passed by I am embraced
with a taste of Love Potion Number Nine.
It sent a drastic decline in my defenses
as my heart began to tremble,
like a weak rattling fence in the wind.
" Excuse Miss my name is Ryan,"
Would love to get to know you, how about a date..?
She smiled an 'everlasting mile'
said 'ok' 7 O' clock tomorrow here don't be late!
Next day, I yawn, slowly awake...
I take in the newspaper and the plot begins to shape.
Seems 'death' forgot about our date,
How ridiculously rude and cruel of FATE!
~Ryan Christopher Beitler~
Cruel Intentions III
Inside my heart is a switch
when I flick it on it design rhymes,
any place I am at any given time.
Inside my soul is a candle
with an Aries wick always lit,
so any pen I handle Is toying with fire.
It react to paper with haste,
setting a mind into a mind boggling pace,
etching my name as one of the greats to shape.
Like Achilles' at the gate of Troy..
You can send out a Hector
,still, there is nothing you can do!
Until I am destroyed or gloom loom
my heart like a flower will only continue to rebloom.
To challenge me be a stupid move
God allowed me twice to defy so called doom.
My speed supersedes the speed of light
so as I write its like a strike of lightening; BOOM!
Cruel Intentions II
My Purpose is to design on blank lines,
twisting a readers tongue with poetic rhyme.
A rare breed gone extinct
so as you read I seriously wouldn't blink,
as the beauty pour out as ink and sink.
that dry like wet concrete,
resting to be remembered everyday.
So Take heed to the words I say,
I am a cornerstone of Poetry today!
Choose a topic If you may..
without delay Ill configure a way!
As a predator I prey three time a day..
with an appetite of an everyday caged Lion.
So at any chance I may strike
like a slice of Achilles' sword.
Fate : by Cruel intentions of Death
The smell was absolutely distinct
his Brut aftershave just away from the sink.
His fingers smug my face like ink
oily car part residue so i didn't blink,
No running water to wash his hands in the sink..
,yet, priceless love not a soul could buy or think.
Sometimes I drift..
sinking into the deepest part of my mind,
to be in sync with those cherished past times.
Remembering and visualizing
the greatest grandfather alive.
One dark night
my father watch from the heavenly lights,
as his son be tossed in the sky with fright.
Soaring like an Eagle
dodging the Grim Reapers blade,
he caught me swooping in mid air,
laying me to the ground safely saving me.
When I came too..
I felt almost reborn; new.
Define word like dictionaries do..
If my mind recollects correct
God holds my fathers soul from a bike wreck.
Allowing his son to live and write
becoming one of the best at his craft.
If I had dramatically died
just as my princess was supposed to arrive,
surely this would not be the aftermath in time.
I know of this beautiful rose..
Her elegance is natural i suppose.
She is special like the Arizona sky..
For inside her magical eyes
you can visualize the sunset rise.
Her roots run ever so deep
helping her Grandson stand firm,
through all pain that drop me to a knee.
For without her great wizdom
defeat may have held my heart prison.
Never allowing my beautiful art
to make its incisions like a surgeon.
Precise with great results usually emerging.
If ones mind could pictorialize like mine
they too could design a masterpiece in time.
If ones heart be as passionate as mine
they too could float like a butterfly,
around any adversity and sting like a Bee.
Be known as one of the all time greats
forever leaving an indelible mark in history like Ali.
If ones Swagger
somewhere else in the world,
is maintained and conserved like a pearl.
They too would know destiny is greatness
regardless of age, race or any hatred.
How lonely be that rock...
Cluttered like people in the world
,yet, a shiny difference like a pearl,
observed just around my grandmothers' block.
T' was just about twelve o' clock...
Clocked it up the block with my shoe
for I knew a friend was something new..
Until I rocked it on a surprise vacation
long out of sight my brown eyes.
It will be there when I arrive.
The cornerstone to my defense..
I was up to no mischief that night!