Guardian

Guardian

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Standing over the grave

Her eyes watch the ground

She does only one job

She is to stand there silently

Her mission is to protect the body

Make sure that it is undisturbed

Keeping it safe when it feeds in the darkness 

And helping when it returns in the morning

That is the job she has been given

Working for God but serving the spirits of evil

© Poem – XXVI/VII/MMXXVI

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The Two Sides Of Time

The Two Sides Of Time

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Do we really have time

Time to do all we have to do

Time to do all we want to do

Time to enjoy who we have 

Time to mourn those we have lost

It seems we sometimes have too much

At the same time, we never have enough

All we can do is live through the bad times

Sometimes it may seem we have a lot of those

But we must treasure every good time

Especially when they seem to be few and far between

The nice thing is ...we have time to enjoy them

© Poem – XXIV/VII/MMXXVI

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Lady Of The Fog

Lady Of The Fog

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She moves silently

The fog opens for her to pass

No, she is not human

Nor is she an angel or a demon

She could be a warning of bad

Or she could be carrying a blessing

She walks eternally alone

Not knowing if we even exist

Maybe sometime in the far future

She may deem us worthy to know her

Or we may be seen as a worthless cause

And we will be left all alone 

Facing our own problems

And watching the end of us all

© Poem – XX/VII/MMXXVI

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Sound Of Silence

Sound Of Silence

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It is deafening

Silence ripping through the air

You cannot see it

You probably would not want to

But you can feel it

Your nerves burn

Your muscles hurt

And your eyes blur

But you cannot stop it

Some look for those places

Most find the quiet too much

But everyone may make the trip

After all, it may make a great vacation 

© Poem – XIV/VII/MMXXVI

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The Local Diner

The Local Diner

by Lord R.e. Taylor

They were not that long ago

Every little town had at least one

Cities had way more than that

But it was long enough, so they are rare

Today you may see one a year

Or maybe two, but they are treasures

The food is still the same

Not the expensive food people like

Just normal meals with a unique taste

The prices were always right

Even if the waitresses weren’t pretty

And the cooks were more than grumpy

All of that combined perfectly

Making the diner the place to be

© Poem – XII/VII/MMXXVI

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Demons And Coffee

Demons And Coffee

By Lord R.e. Taylor

He does not look at mirrors

The images always scare him

Not just his own face

But what is in his eyes

The fire and hatred deep within

Things he does all he can to lock away

Sometimes they can come close

Smelling the scent of freedom

Their claws sharpen as their grip tightens

They want to attack and destroy

All because there is no coffee made

We all know that is the ultimate sin

A sin that calls for revenge

Thank God he can hold them back

There in no one to blame but himself

Besides that, he can always get some at 7-11

© Poem – IX/VII/MMXXVI

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The Night Holds Such Secrets

The Night Holds Such Secrets

By Lord R.e. Taylor

The night holds such secrets

Sounds and shadows

Unlike anything in the real world

Ghostly voices and screams

Never coming from anything

They are all there to hide reality

Creatures with no hope

Hiding in the blackness

Eating from trash cans

And sleeping in doorways

People whom many people despise

Hated just because they are poor

It is wrong to feel that way

But it is far too common

Common enough to ruin the world

But, for a lot, that is their way

Not the way to be human

But the way humans can be

And that is just too damn bad

© Poem – VII/VII/MMXXVI

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