Lord Enigma
Stories (5/0)
Dream Catcher
Dream Catcher Your eyes is as brown as cinnamon, and your teeth is white as snow. Your skin is a pulchritude of honey, and your smile shows an oily glow. With you illusions is non-existing, and theirs not a fairy-tale beyond your reach. Your presence is present during the day as it is the night, and even when I am awake I feel asleep. Yes you bring me joy now & later, and I always find comfort in your possession. And with you the feeling is more than just a thought; instead it is a more heart-tying connection. Yes with you I will always rise above, and forever will I conquer the Dream Snatcher. And even still today the Universe is asking "why is he always so happy"? I tell them because, my friend is a Dream Catcher...
By Lord Enigma 3 years ago in Poets
Wake up a Dog
Wake up a Dog I growed tired of hearing that "it is to good to be true", and it is crazy how you wept many nights begging for faithfulness, but when it was given, it was to good for you. Yes, you prayed for loyalty, and loyalty was gave. Yes, you dreamed of diamonds & pearls, and all your jewelry came. Do you remember how you desired to be given the world, but your temptations couldn't be tamed? O how you complained about being treated like a little girl. Yet it was your actions who you should blame, and even then you never accepted that I was different. That is why today you still receive the same. Unfortunately, you forced me to change lanes, and you forced me to cut ties and leave. O no, you shouldn't have no hate in your heart, because it was your heart who didn't believe. My friend, you was so stuck in your ways. That you didn't believe that you could lose, but what you didn't know is that I am smooth, and I could've been slick, shrewd, & conniving too. Though God blessed my spirit with wisdom, and I know being deceitful has no benefits at all. Yet still i'll feel sorry for all of the good women. The day I Wake up a Dog....
By Lord Enigma 3 years ago in Poets
Last Call
Last Call Today I woke up feeling empty;dwelling in a aura of decrepitude.But being at the bottom is not always the enemy,because death itself begets life too. Yes I know we ask “how can we be worn-out;when we were freshly re-created?,and how much smaller must our spirit be broken down?”Be just,and wear each scar undated,and understand that you’re a harvest seed;so don’t ever be afraid of falling to the ground.And today you need not only to open your ears to hear,but use your sixth sense and evolve.So please don’t continue to be deaf today;hoping that you hear tomorrow,because that ring that woke you up this morning.Could very well be your Last Call….
By Lord Enigma 3 years ago in Poets
Puppet
Puppet At first;I assumed that I was this big great leader in the realm of madness,but then I realized that I was nothing more than a small figure.I was deceived;thinking that I had control,because my mind would allow me to burn the bridges,but then my heart would have me swimming back across the river.And it always seemed like a close-member.Someone who was connected & attached to me.Then;I tried to walk right,but they would say go left,and in my moments of rage they blinded me so I couldn’t see.But now I am free,and on this odyssey I lack a latch.And this time I plan on walking without you(Anger).With no strings attached…
By Lord Enigma 3 years ago in Poets
Welcome Home
Welcome Home I am so thankful for life today.I am so grateful that I’ve found my way.Celebrate.It is a celebration,and all the while I was moving forward,but it was “IN” which was my destination.No longer am I a nomad,and no longer is my head without a roof.It is astonishing how it happened so fast,and it was thinking is all that I had to do.I never even had a clue.That their was a door waiting open for me.I use to lay in the streets saying what’s the use,and how long must I wait until its over for me.Then came meditation,and I remember hearing the singing of a song.Then again their was celebration,and in the Universe they were chanting & cheering.My Lord, Welcome Home…
By Lord Enigma 3 years ago in Poets