I write poems not to fulfill any higher purpose other than to entertain myself. I have found that poetry is a simple way I can express my views and thoughts about life. more »
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Emmanuel Stone Poems
I have spent much time living, breathing, feeling every heartbeat and emotional twang as the story grew around me.
Dragon Of The Neverworlds
Into the Neverworlds I shall travel with you So grab your sword! Grab your shield! Hold them tight! For where we go there shall be war! and bring too the scrolls where those wiser than we
This boy is making sandcastles that tower over his head. Great golden piles of joy an imaginery empire created.
Stranger, I see you on the street You pass on your side I pass on mine
Wolf, the Teacher
Wolves howling in the distance never been so near constant rythymn, perpetual motion not a sign of fear.
Under the Stars
Vicious sky burns red under the stars and the stars don't care
The End of the Jetty.
A lone person standing at the end of the jetty While the storm rages on around him The others stand on the shore Fear the rage of the storm.
Ahead of you
See the field of light ahead of you look closer now, what can you see? even closer, here take these binoculars and search until you can tell me
Sinners perform magic tricks
Sinners perform magic tricks to the good- mans eye One cannot comprehend what one does not understand
A little bud of Mary Jane Would be all I need to free My mind from complication And from woe.
Cold hard fists in the morning just to wake you up. They hurt and sting and bring you to the glary light.
He is watching in a tower above all. So removed, yet so intricately aware.
Well, when you're chasing birds what do you know other than the wind at you feet and the sky above your head?
Clocks keep on running and sand keeps on falling but the patterns that drift in the air And lie on the ground
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I have spent much time
living, breathing, feeling
every heartbeat and emotional twang
as the story grew around me.
Now it shall grow no more
like a tree before dying
but its endless leaves and branches
wrap around, and hold me tight.
I watched it unfurl and blossom
but i know now it is at an end
I savor every remaining flavour
and relish the aftertaste.
It is sad to watch a friend fade away
but all things must come to this end.
This story is finished
but mine has yet some way to go.