Malik-seven Navarre

When light is lost and darkness creeps,
Is when all men are scared.
They think of demons, ghouls and beasts.
Darkness gives them despair.
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Of all the things that I could grasp:
Money, the world, a throne...
There's just one thing I'd wish to have.
That is, to be alone ((with Tali))
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I often roam to random folk,
And ask them for a theme.
Some smirk at me, some kid and joke,
But most lie in between.
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Me and my mom...
We're like peanut butter and jelly.
But sometimes we're different,
Like shrimp and cookies.
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Miss Mother Goose, an egg has hatched,
A story to unfold.
A tale so blue, no one could match,
It's sadness un-opposed.
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When comfortable silence,
breeds passionate quiet.
A soft gesture and fervent eyelids.
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I've kicked the bucket, haven't I?
I've thrown my life away.
Why some might say that I have died,
But died is not the case.
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The garden, the garden, I’m sure.
That the garden will grow and be pure.
With the flowers and plants,
And the smells that we chant.
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Markers, ball pens, quills of zinc.
And things that have no ink.

The tints and tones. Some frail some strong.
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O' Journal, My Journal.
A friend you are, my best.
When I'm upset, you kill my stress,
To you I can confess.
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At night I never sleep at all.
When sleep I never dream.
I know because I wake appalled,
And can’t recall a thing.
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These lines, dear reader, I incline,
May just give you a bore.
To my surprise, you'll like my rhyme,
Or pieces of, I'm sure.
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Our sacrificial Presidents,
Make war and brazen fuss.
And then they kill the innocent.
The hell is wrong with us? !
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I've loved a love that died on me;
So cold she was as stone.
She cracked and broke my heart, then she,
Left me, to die, alone.
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The fastest runners of runners.
They go from station to station.
Like birds in flight,
Or thieves in the night.
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