THE GIANT PEN CHAIN VERSE NIGHT OF BLEEDERS

THE GIANT PEN CHAIN VERSE
NIGHT OF BLEEDERS

Here comes the night
Night full of solitude in throngs of crowd
Crowd of slumbered writers
Writer that once quake the city
City of poetry where legends are born
Born to rule with bleeding inks
Inks from the giant pen
Pen in the hand of the warriors

©INSPIRATION

Warriors are made for war
Warring the stony heart of men
Men mending our hearts
Hearts meant to love
Love that’s lust, now lost
Lost to the thin air aloft the sky.

©JUDAISKY CARES

If you call us men
Men meant for love that’s lust
Lust it may be,
Be if we have woken
Woken from the slumbering of coward
Coward that die a thousand time before his death
Death coursed by our lackadaisical use of pen

©INSPIRATION

Pen is a sword meant for writers-
Writers writing to right wrongs
Wrongs wronged of souls-
Souls that are dubious and evil-
Evil eating and dinning within-
Within our Palace and territories-
Territories meant to haven the weak-
Weak in the heart and the feeble-
Feeble to fight their course-
Course that turned us all poets

©JUDAISKY CARES

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So Let fly into the sky
Sky without limit
Limit to which an eagles cannot reach,
Reaching the highest level in the firmament
Firmament of poetry galaxy,
Galaxy full of poetic stars
Stars that twinkle and beautify the night
Night govern by the god of light
Light from the shining moon of writers
Writers writing words waving worldwide

Be strong and brave
Brave like a soldier
Soldier matching to the war
War of peace and freedom
Freedom from falcons feeding for fear
Fear to overthrown our minds
Minds that mine for words.

©INSPIRATION

I need a shower tomorrow,
Tommorow never dies,they say she carries unknown burdens,
Burdens that embattle my heart,
Heart so empty and bursting brains,
Brains that will not give me peace,
Peace I have longed for ,I’m getting tired,
Tired of these nagging spasms of painful state,
State I’m struggling to fight.
Fight my life and fight suicidal thoughts,
Thoughts that gives me depression.
Depression clinging to me like a baby,
Baby,baby…tommorow is immortal…

©POET LAREEY

The dreamer is in chaos.
Chaos; what will be will be, maybe,
Maybe not.
Not till he gets up to fight this through
Through thick and thin, war like a beast
Beast he wages against is tomorrow.
Tomorrow, the excuse he gives for not working
Working tirelessly at realising his dreams.
Dreams are another element of tomorrow
This tomorrow never dies, you know?

©DENU VOUR BON
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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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