Paradise Lost Poem

Many
...kingdoms
...Countries
...Civilizations
...Whole people
Have come and gone.

Swept by
...time
...vices and sin
...corruption
...conquest
...Divine righteousness

What makes Paradise?
It isn't the flag
It isn't the whole people
It isn't history that defines that country

For what truly makes Paradise.
Is the countries brave of enough
To face their own mortality
Rather than immortality

So when the sunsets.
Paradise has fallen.
For those who make twisted history
Are forever dooming their future Paradise
To fall through space and time.

And will forever be forgotten.

The Conqueror's Dream Poem

To realize a dream
One must take the first step
Not looking back
But forward

Taking risks
Taking sacrifices
Taking the hardships
Of all leaders of the world.

To fulfill one's dream
One must soar high like a bird
But have the scaly hide as a dragon
With the mind set of a genius intellect

To be the Conqueror
One must dream
To live his/her reality within the dream
Upon thy awakening from the dream
Your dreams shall be fulfilled.

Amongst the Winter Breeze Poem

Snowfall
Winter has come.
The snow feels beautiful
Yet so hallow and splendid

When I feel the breeze.
I feel that time has frozen around me
Life becomes lifeless....
....and the lifeless forgets.

The Winter is my shield.
Against all things sad and tragic.
But what is truly astonishing
This same shield
Has become my tragic outlook.

If I have to wander
Amongst that Winter Breeze
I may never come back
To the world I once knew
That is now lost.

Lost & Tragedy Poem

Where is the sunlight?!
Where is the person from where the sun casts on?
When I see you
The sun feels closer to me.
Happiness is plentiful and splendid

But as the days grow old.
The sun begins to fade.
From daylight to dusk
You are slowly withering away.

Shadows loom.
And the world around me grows grey.
For when you are truly gone.
The world becomes black and white.
Colorless forever.

I find myself lost now.
Amongst the world of grey.
For once upon a time.
You were my sunlight
And now that sunlight is gone.
Forever....

My sweet loving angel Poem

Even an angel from Heaven can be of different size
Who is sweet
Who is caring
Who is talented
And most of all. Passionate about life and family.

When you were a little one
You made our world.
My world like a fairy tale.
I was the constant traveling companion.
Just you and me.
Telling stories
Sharing adventures.
And always at the end of the day
I will always love you.

My heart.
My love for you. My child.
Will always be with you. Since the beginning.
Have your first steps
When you grow up
Graduate from high school and college.
Find love
Giving birth to my grandchild.

When my counted days are done.
I will always remember you.
For what you are and still are in my eyes
My sweet loving angel.

Romantic Poem

The stars are red
The sky is pink
Love is in the air.

What was once alone
Was now whole.
For eternity has past
And I was there waiting for you

Happiness is not the illusion
Nor is it a curse.
But rather something
Truly special
Between you and me.

The Dragon & The Butterfly *FRENCH* Translation

Dans la guerre,
Il est le chaos,
Il respire le feu et la terreur
Dans la plus grande des profondeurs de l'âme humaine

En Paix,
Il ya de la beauté
Tragique et fragile sur le clair de lune de la nuit
Il est petit et innocent, apportant réconfort à l'âme.

Le dragon vole haut dans les cieux
Car il ne regarde pas en arrière
Mais il attend avec impatience jusqu'à l'aube.
The Butterfly parcourt le paysage à la recherche de la vie.
Mais au lieu de seulement fondée mort et la destruction.

Un jour,dans la tanière du Dragon,il est venu saluer le monstre.
Dans un premier temps,le dragon était hostile,crachant son souffle jusqu'à thee.
The Papillon pas peur d'une telle terreur,est allé de l'avant pour te consoler.

Chaos et de la paix,de la terreur et de la beauté.
Le papillon et le Dragon.
pôles opposés
Comme la nuit et jour.
Aube et au crépuscule.

Au lieu de laisser le Dragon soit
Il a atterri sur son nez
Une embardée et virevoltant la puissante bête n'a,en essayant de faire sortir
Seulement pour elle de réaliser
Non seulement la tragédie et de la fragilité reste dans l'âme humaine
Mais il peut résider dans l'âme d'une puissante bête.