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Absinthe EyesMy muse has green eyes.
Like the absinthe, that
Drove the mad poets of
The old centuries past,
To their creative ecstasies.
Like the Leanan Sidhe
Inspiring my imagination,
To burn so fierce, so bright,
So it near consumes me.
I get lost in chartreuse,
In the sparkle of peridot.
In the Forest green…
Grass green …
Emerald green…
Absinthe green…
Of those eyes.
LookLook beyond her curves,
hips flow down
the river of legs
to her foundation.

Look beyond her smile,
insidious and vile,
full of contempt
and corruption.

Look beyond her ocean eyes,
into the black hole
that has claimed
as many men as the Bermuda Triangle.

Look beyond her words,
deceit laid in wait
to ensnare her prey
before devouring.

Look beyond this woman,
Siren temptress
leading men to rocks
of Medusa’ victims.

Look beyond this woman
and imagine more,
wait till morning
and you’ll see.
ListenListen closely
to immortal words
that escape lips,
you might be wiser
by seeking their wisdom
than closing your mind
to convention.
Formulaic PoetMeter, mixed with rhyme,
Formal elements plus stress;
Poetry defined.
Morning GloryWake up my dear morning glory, today has just begun,
The world has shouted with incandescent rays
That morning has surely come, so separate those dreamy lashes
And stretch those idle limbs, for too soon the moment is gone.

Your limbs unfurl like juvenile fern sprouts, reaching toward
The boundless reflected cerulean sky, grasping at the whiffs
Of pillowy alabaster clouds straining against the limitless
Sky, while your chest barrels out, lifting your oversized

T-shirt, borrowed from my wardrobe, off the sensuous
Curvature of your hips as they sway in a hypnotic and nauseating
Dance to the popping and cracking of your well-tested v
OceanCurse is the ocean,
Colossal waves crashing
On my hopes
Of treading
the vastness,
Separating you
From my love.
Morning, noon, and after nightMorning, noon, and after night,
reading, sitting, and working
lead to slight of thought:
is it far
in dreams to come
or close by,
as if I’ve won,
over might of ocean
and strength of trust,
I linger not
that I could lay not
yet a finger -
distant like the clouds
out of reach
till fog,
when you surround;
aura changes from black to white
a thriving life for you to hold,
so linger not in distant places
but come with me,
and frame these spaces.
Count the InfinitesimalEver try to count the stars,
The infinitesimal number
Of ornate star-burst specks
Populating the entrancing sky,
With multitudes of distinctive
Hues and intensities of light?

It's like that. It takes a lifetime
Of awe and admiration,
Of faith and determination
To trounce over the fact
That maybe I cannot count
To infinity or lose my place.

Should I count that shooting star
Or that comet, blurring the
Distinction between this star
And that? But I keep counting,
From that pale blue to the
Bright red to the intense yellow.

Each star its own distinct
Hue, flare, and intensity,
With its own distinct personality.
I've gro
Swallows and BranchesSometimes swallows learn to fly,
On lofted winds they stretch their wings;
Trees are homes for those afraid.

Though all birds fly and flap their wings,
Some shall never leave their nests;
Sometimes swallows learn to fly.

In dead of night they set their sights
On soaring inside milkweed clouds; however,
Trees are homes for those afraid.

They stretch their twisted joints
And beat their mangled wings, for
Sometimes swallows learn to fly.

A gentle hope of fastidious flapping
Breaks the bond of nest to feet; no longer,
Trees are homes for those afraid.

Goodbye wrestled nest of needles,
Goodbye broken shell of home, for
Sometimes s
Misguided Devotion        The current so strong,
As if gravity wasn't enough
To keep a man grounded
In one spot
For an eternity,
        The constant surge
Of freshly strewn
        Memories seeping
From the duct work
Makes every stroke of my paddle
Seem forgotten
As if I partook in the lusty lotus.

        Never does the river
S
   U
       B
           S
   
NightDo not let those crisp translucent drops
Draw the cool clean atmosphere of darkness
From this summer night under half-moon light.

Do not cloud my cloudless view
Of impenetrable sky with your opaque shroud
To conceal Lucy's twinkling periwinkle diamonds.

And do not pretend that the calming "ness" of black
Inspires any unconscious fear from childhood about
The monster under the bed or bathing your Furby - Gizmo.

Tonight, tonight's night is filled with glistening lights,
Gazing down upon us like the earth is some ant farm
Or inoculated agar plate in a scientific experiment, finally gone right;

Tonight, do not let the stars fall down
Listen closeListen close to the quiet cracking,
tapping of sparrows breaking nuts
outside the frame of early effulgence.

Listen to the coo, coo of doves
their heads rock forward and back
as they walk, coupled for life.

Listen close to your high and low tides
wash over your chest; my elbow straddling
the edge of the cliff for you to awaken.

Listen for the sounds of morning,
sweet whispered mementos
of your time alone,

time worth waiting for,
before the sun peeks through the blinds.

Seek refuge in the sound of silence
at the closure of dawn;

seek refuge in my arms
so you too can listen,

listen to my heart pound
faster for you in t
ChokeCrimson glass molded to verdure stems
Only last collecting allergenic dust
Tucked away on shelves with little light.

No suitable environment can encourage growth,
As the other baker's dozen mold, rot, decay, and die,
Withering on the table surface in a vase of festering water.

They always say, "till the last one fades,"
But never did you think protection necessary
In acts other than animalistic aggression and love.

This single rose, even more delicate than the eleven dead
Scattered across the lawn fading into soil,
Is to be protected not with reckless love or dedication,

But with the simplistic removal of devotion.
What kind of
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Absinthe EyesMy muse has green eyes.
Like the absinthe, that
Drove the mad poets of
The old centuries past,
To their creative ecstasies.
Like the Leanan Sidhe
Inspiring my imagination,
To burn so fierce, so bright,
So it near consumes me.
I get lost in chartreuse,
In the sparkle of peridot.
In the Forest green…
Grass green …
Emerald green…
Absinthe green…
Of those eyes.
Papa, do not cry...Papa, shed not those tears
because angels lay in heaven:
watching you push away those dear;

mother grasps-beckons-
pleads; met with resistance.
You conquer nothing nor strengthen

the bonds you held diligently,
shattered in the wake
of your torrent of negligence.

Papa! I won't stand nor make
excuses for your decomposition,
but do not cry as mama has taken

her leave from your destruction.
Your constant stream of woes
no longer saddens, but suctions

all essence from those
willing to stand by you.
Please do not doze...

Papa, please listen too.
No longer cry your dissatisfaction
as tears shall not do-

Heaven is home, my satisf
RainRain, rain, rain down on me,
Landing in puddles that reflect what you see
Of tall skyscrapers that muddle the sky

In a torrent of light by floor 95
The window pane crashed and landed inside.
A little too late the wind began to subside,

And what do I see, but a calm gentle giant, now resting his eyes.
Snoring mightily his eyebrow flashes and then dies
As a bolt of lightning rains down in tides -

Only to hit my car, now on its side.
On floor 95, the giant now stirs,
Waking his eyes the sun now returns,

Yet it is too late for floor 95
As the window is gone, down from the sky.
The papers are scattered, flipped and torn,

Might as w
Teardrop fallingWhy do you flutter my alabaster teardrop?
Ebbing and waning as petals falter
On wafts of “I love you”, “I love you not.”
Eternal devotion
Eternal devotion - sealed with a kiss.

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Mood: Wow! ~Photophase-Nemesis Nov 24, 2009
May I use this for free?
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*Jazzman1989 Nov 25, 2009  Student Writer
sure
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Mood: Wow! *PridesCrossing Oct 24, 2009
:D :clap:Wonderful work Wes!!
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*mizzd-stock Oct 15, 2009
Great work :clap:
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!icefire436 Oct 14, 2009
awwwww! perfect for halloween! :)
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*PatriciaVazquez Oct 12, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
nicely done wes....
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~Apheline Oct 12, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, great job, it looks amazing :D
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*Created-By-Caz Oct 12, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
That is really nice, especially the cat!
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~Imkimmy4 Oct 12, 2009
very nice big bro!
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