The Sights of Nature

Wow.
That is
The word I
Speak when I see
Nature. It's the lakes,
The mountains, the ponds.
Deep canyons, the rolling plains.
It's the nature we must preserve,
It's nature we must keep. With it,
There is a cause to live, a way of life.

William the Conqueror

The Fires of Inspiration

There is fire in the belly,

That must be released.

It is your source of creation,

It needs to be unleashed!

It demands inspiration!

For with it not,

You will not get the masterpiece

That you have sought. 

For it to function,

You must feed it your desire.

When it is dying,

You must soothe that breaking fire!

How would one live without it?

That is a question, for the answer is unknown.

To have a soul,

You must keep the fire that you own.

William the Conqueror

Quarantine Fatigue

We have caught a glimpse of sunlight,

In these dark times.

Maybe it will be over soon,

For the economy has been sidelined.

We can not stay shut down,

The country's future is on the line!

We must reopen businesses,

We can't keep wasting our time.

There's no way to keep us in,

We will go outside.

This whole thing is aggravating, 

Why is it taking so long to reopen, why?

William the Conqueror

 

All That Jazz

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The eight ounces of butter,
The two different types of cheese.
The shrimp and sauteed mushrooms,
The grilled turkey and ham.

The messiest po boy,
But the tastiest too,
No other sandwich
Can match it.

The secret wow sauce
Leaves a mysterious taste.
It's like a whole new world,
All inside your mouth.

It's insane that something
Can taste that good.
It reels you in,
Just to blow you away.

A Lot

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A lot of pain
And a lot of suffering
Is what rules my day
When I have allergies.

A lot of exercise
Will keep it down.
But off days
Are a brutal chore.

The running nose
That must be blown.
A lot of tissues
My parents have bought.

When will it get better?
When will the suffering stop?
A lot of wondering,
I have done.

Homemade Bread

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The buttery taste
Of homemade goodness,
Opens swirls of flavor
Inside of my mouth.

The warm, soft bread
Giving my taste bud a vacation.
My brain explodes,
Blown away by taste.

Love

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It's hearing their name in the wind,
Thinking about them when you're alone.
It's a heart filled with joy,
It's singing them a song.

It's lifting them up when they are weak,
Pulling them off the ground.
It's crying in the hardest of times,
And sharing the final notes.

It's staying by their side,
When they are overcome with fear.
It is sharing with them your feelings,
And pledging them your soul.

It's laughing along with them,
It's shedding tears of joy.
It's knowing you will not be alone,
For all the years to come.

Hatred

William the Conqueror

It's inside of everyone,

Burning at large,

When your resentment grows, 

It takes charge.

It's the blood of your enemies,

But it doesn't satisfy.

You always need more,

You need more people to cry.

You want to be known, 

To make a name for yourself.

But now you are addicted,

Your life has bid farewell.

Anxiety

William the Conqueror

It leaves you empty,
In a fearful sort of state.
It picks apart your life,
Putting you checkmate.

It dances across the checkered board,
Killing your allies,
It shake out your essence,
Stabbing at your eyes.

The Absence of Heat

William the Conqueror

Why is it so cold,
On this April day?
The wind is ripping across the land,
The sky is a mournful gray.

No sun is to be seen,
No blue is to spy.
The heat has been sucked out of spring,
To this I can not abide.

The Sun

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It shines down brightly,
Fueling us all.
It makes it's journey every day,
Across the world it sprawls.

It gives us life,
That only God can create.
It's cheerful rays it gives us,
It's own soul it donates.

It's fiery spirit sets our streets aglow,
It illuminates our towns.
It flies across the sky,
Until it is brought down.

At dawn it starts it's journey,
The soaring sensation.
At night it hits the horizon,
Filling us with satisfaction.

Life

It's everywhere around us,
In our homes and towns,
The schools, the stores,
The banks, the playgrounds.

It's learning to laugh,
It's learning to cry.
It's saying hello,
And saying goodbye.

It's finding love,
In the hardest of times,
It's standing out,
In the days of crime.

It's in the eyes of everyone,
Big and small.
It's giving thanks,
And following protocol.

It's finding friends,
Going beyond and above.
It's sticking up,
For those you love.

William the Conqueror

Fear

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It creeps around behind us,
Following our tracks.
He laughs when you are scared,
When you're vulnerable he hacks.

He scans you for your weaknesses,
Finding your armor's chinks.
He takes away your reassurance,
Upon your terror he drinks.

Invisible to the human eye,
He's always creeping around.
He can make you go insane,
Without making a sound.

The constant fight has no end,
The war itself is pointless.
The battle that can not be won,
Your mind is impossible to defend.

The Beauty of America

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From the beautiful mountains,
Looming high through the clouds,
With crystal clear lake,
gleaming like fountains,

To the great big oceans,
With the soft beaches of sand.
And the soothing sound of the waves,
Killing all commotion.

From the great dunes of sand,
Inside a state of bliss,
Formed over time,
From winds across the land,

To the yellow plains of the midwest,
Wind ripping across the fields.
The sun is shining oh so bright,
Is feels like the soil has been blessed.

From the red, white, and blue,
To the stars and stripes of pride.
This country is so beautiful,
And our flag flies so high and true.

The Coming of a Tide

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The rough surf against the sand,
The tide recedes but is back again.
The fishermen yelling as they reel the bait in,
The boats on the horizon dissapear with the wind.


The ancient waters flowing smooth,
These themselves are older than Zeus.
Upon our feet the water soothes,
The tides forever will continue.

So many memories,
In the seas of prismarine.
The silent peace was meant to be,
Dating back through the centuries.

The vibrant colors of the reefs,
The different sights give relief.
This beauty no match for even the greatest thief,
The soothing waves wash away all grief.

Oh how great it is to watch the sunrise,
It later sets with no goodbyes.
Centuries have made the ocean wise,
Across the water, the wind will cry.

Getting lost in a book

One by one I turn the pages,                                                                                 William the Conqueror

Oh, the thrill!
The different stages!
Another tale for the ages.

To read on through another lecture,
Is an adventure all on its own.
The different words all come together,
Built by the word architecture.

From the works of Edgar Allen Poe,
To the fantasies of Rick Riordan,
The pages give me a warming glow,
Word by word the story flows.

Every book, I wish would extend,
The next chapter,
Brings me closer to the end,
The books are who I befriend.

Allergies

William the Conqueror

The sneezing fits won't go away,
The stuffy nose is here to stay.
Oh, allergies,
You are impossible to slay.

They make their rounds every year,
They make me want to disappear.
Oh, allergies,
Who made me your volunteer?

They suck in my essence,
I'm haunted by their presence.
Oh, allergies,
Since when are you the quintessence?

You're impossible to overpower,
You think of me as a coward.
Oh, allergies,
You attack me with your pollen showers.

You bombard me when I am outdoors,
Walking through Nature becomes a chore.
Oh, allergies,
I'll hate you now and forevermore.

The Quarantine, Gone too Far

My life is changing in every way,
I'm feeling trapped every day.


This isolation has gone too far,
This issue impossible to pry ajar.

No way to escape,
No way to evacuate.

This horrible uncertainty,
Is impossible to end happily.

Stopping this virus is like herding cats,
We all have joined the ever going combat.

No matter how we act,
Lives will be hacked.

This fight we can not win
Will be back again.

William the Conqueror 

The Beauty of Spring

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When sitting here well into spring,

The summer bells still due to ring,

Just now the trees begin to bloom.

The winter chills just barely lingering,

Nature's music begins it's fingering,

The scented air to be consumed.

The soothing sun has given birth,

To the beauty that is Earth.

Spring is an ever going honeymoon.

The birds chirping,

The frogs burping,

Nature comes to play its tunes.

The active weather,

The wind of feathers,

All of this may be assumed.

An Ode to Exercise

By: William the Conqueror

As the feet slap the pavement,

As the weights are coming down,

The strength inside is tested,

Your confidence goes to town.

The fire inside is burning,

Giving a warm sort of glow.

Your depression is exiled,

Your hatred running low.

Fight the constant fight,

Beware! The mental battle's rough.

It's a struggle to put on your shoes,

Getting out the door is tough.

But if you go run,

Or lift those heavy weights,

Even walking at the park,

The reward itself is great.

That feeling of accomplishment,

The powerful feeling inside.

You'll begin to feel better,

A simple since of pride.

The Invisible Enemy

The Invisible Enemy

Our invisible friend creeps around,

Sending shivers down our spine.

He infects, kills, steals lives,

Upon his victims, he sits to dine.

If you think that you are safe,

Think not, for his heart is cold as ice.

Anyone could die,

And it depends upon the roll of the dice.

People of this planet!

Heed this message loud and clear!

With his scissors he cuts the line,
He kills those who do not fear.

He strikes down his opponents,

Crosses them off his map.

Nothing we do will stop him,

We're all mice in his trap.

For months he's made his case,

Taking thousands of lives.

He reaps all of the wounded souls,

With his unseen knives.

He tears down all remaining hope, 

He will cause millions to die. 

Finding the weak spots of his victims,

Laughing at their cries.

Plead all you want,

He really doesn't care.

Sucking up peoples lives,

Their essence he will tear.

By: William the Conqueror