Elvith's Poems - "In the Abyss of thinking and feeling"

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Lo, here I stand, an Elvith of the stars,
Of all that's fair, I'm proudest by far.
My humility, I must confess,
Does not befit my beauty and grace.

Here I am, adrift in this dark world,
My hopes and dreams all but unfurled.
So, before night's creatures come to feast,
Let us recite some poems at least.

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Here's an adaptation from Monte Castelo, Camões. Essay on Love.

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A bit of where my contemporary creative inspiration comes from, Ian Fraser Kilmister known as Lemmy from Motorhead, he manages to put small and interesting stanzas that hold the attention of the common man. This is what makes his poetry palatable and honest. Some say their inspirations come from the hottest planes, and who do you think puts the words on the tip of Elvith's pen?


Brotherhood of man

Now your time has come a storm of iron in the sky
War and murder come again, lucky if you die
No way to rescue destiny, scream and curse in vain
You will never be remembered, no one knows your name

When the music changes then all is broken down
Mighty cities laid to ruin, burning to the ground
Murder is become the law; you cannot make a stand
Chaos rules the world now mortal, brotherhood of man

You cannot hide the truth from me I know what's in your heart
Greed and jealousy each equal, all your days now dark
Mighty mountains fall in dust the world falls into hell
Faith in lying prophets, no one to lift the spell

Monsters rule your world, are you too scared to understand?
You shall be forever judged and you shall surely hang
We live and scrape in misery; we die by our own hand
And still we murder our own children, brotherhood of man

Blood on all our hands, we cannot hope to wash them clean
History is mystery, do you know what it means?
Slaughter, kill and fighting still and murdered where we stand
Our legacy is lunacy, brotherhood of man

We are worse than animals, we hunger for the kill
We put our faith in maniacs, the triumph of the will
We kill for money, wealth and lust, for this we should be damned
We are disease upon the world, brotherhood of man

https://youtu.be/MS1kHgLwMpI

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Glimpsing moments of past life

[he clears the throat] "Yea, verily I do present mine self before thee, most honored Sithicans." [takes a quill and a papyrus on which he was writing while watching the recital.]

"I am Elvith Ma'for, a poet and traveler, 'twas brought to here by unknown forces, yet found here a purpose of life, in this so dark a place."

"Without wishing to stray from the initial theme, I prepared this small poem, a small gift for a giant, a demonstration of affection."

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"MOUSE'S" FUNERAL

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https://murf.ai/share/li6sthsc <== Video Clip.

In the abyss of thinking and feeling

How many times I told you
That this will change
Reasons I never gave
For you to warn me, to teach me
To talk about what it meant to you
Won't free me from living
Who is more sentimental than I?
I said it, and still it couldn't be avoided
From me telling you so much
You perverted what was a feeling and thus
Made it a reason to get lost
In the abyss of thinking and feeling
She is more sentimental than I
So be well
If I suffer a little more
I only accept the condition of having you all to myself
I know it's not like that, but let it be
I only accept the condition of having you all to myself
I know it's not like that, but let me pretend and laugh

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"In Dementlieu, night taverns are enchanting places where shadows dance and whispers fill the moonlit air. Patrons gather to share stories and enjoy haunting melodies, creating an atmosphere rich with mystery and magic. Elvith Ma'for, with his celestial presence and enigmatic charm, adds to the allure as he sits in the corner. These taverns become portals to dreams and nightmares, offering a unique delight to every visitor until dawn."