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to immortal words
that escape lips,
you might be wiser
by seeking their wisdom
than closing your mind
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
From the duct work
Makes every stroke of my paddle
As if I partook in the lusty lotus.
Never does the river
Even as the light fades,
The violent rapids
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
Of those eyes.
Three WordsIs it wrong to say, "I love you"
Having never known what it truly means
To love another individual, other than myself,
To feel the trickle of insanity
Flood from your flummoxed brain
Out your mouth in a stream of words
That you may regret in five seconds,
Not because they were negative,
But rather due
To the incomplete processing of information
That causes insecurity as to whether it was
Witty, stupid, or outright insane,
And whether in ten second if she will
Still be seated across the table.
Is it so wrong to be unable to imagine
A life that she does not exist
Commingled? That each breath
You long to take after each carefully crafted
Phrasing of words is not simply for me,
But rather just to express a mundane thought.
The idea that life is empty and infinite,
Filled with boundless opportunities
That I do not wish to bother with,
For I know there is one out of the
Infinite possibilities - specifically for me.
Is it really so wrong? I hope not,
But if it is, I long to be wrong
Papa, do not cry...Papa, shed not those tears
because angels lay in heaven:
watching you push away those dear;
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 satisfaction
so let angels lay in heaven
to watch with gratification
as you live in life and strengthen-
Please papa, do not cry and weaken!
Please papa, let your angel lay in heaven-
LookLook beyond her curves,
hips flow down
the river of legs
to her foundation.
Look beyond her smile,
insidious and vile,
full of contempt
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
Look beyond this woman,
leading men to rocks
of Medusa victims.
Look beyond this woman
and imagine more,
wait till morning
and youll see.
Night's despair Sometimes I watch night skies. I think of it as a habit of necessity at night in the woods. I liken it to watching infomercials at 3 am because nothing else is on, yet sleep is a fickle nuisance that rejected my swollen lids. I think it is something like that; interesting and seemingly infinite, yet in five minutes, it will be the same and another five after that, a singular irregularity of space garbage might appear, and than it will be the same once again.
My eyes always watch for these so called satellites and other sparkly junk they launched into orbit, only to let it decay and rot in constant deterioration around the night sky that can be seen as a flickering light in a rapid game of connect the dots, darting from star one to star five in an arc that then bypasses star twenty and connects straight to star thirty-four, like a kindergardener with a crayon that has yet to count past ten, a
With it or not at all.I have heard it whispered of broken ribs,
and cages of hearts that grow from words.
I have seen the winds of sorrow blow in fall,
and scatter toadstools across your mouth.
I have talked in joy about sleepless nights,
and hurt and ached as the sun has risen.
I have learned of holes in space and time and
ripped my throat apart on pulling threads.
I have thought of times that never will exist,
and have held you captured in drunken eyes.
But never once did I dream of lovers shattering apart
or wandered in lavender scents over stars that died.
Painful Moments.I'm happy to just sit at a table with old friends,
While people fall in love around me,
Smiling through the loneliness I feel.
I'm happy to just fall in a bed by myself,
While other people glide together into theirs,
Sleeping through the emptiness I feel.
I'm happy to just eat popcorn in a movie by myself,
While people around holding hands whisper about the plot,
Silent in the darkness all alone.
Always I am alone, always silent, smiling or sleeping..
They drag me under, these stubborn moments,
Stillness in the dark slowly drawing me down,
Without a hand to hold I will always descend.
WhenWhen all the world held its breath,
when all the planets did align,
when all the universe looked our way,
when we knew that it was our turn,
and if i had once chance to freeze time,
I would have chosen that moment.
When all the waters weren't enough to put out our fire,
when all the winds weren't enough to blow away our fear,
when all the songs weren't enough to find perfect harmony,
when all we knew was the perfect taste of our lips,
and if i had once chance to stop the universe,
I would have chosen that night.
The dreams are merely lost,
the patterns are desperately tread,
the lines are fearfully walked,
the words are tearfully read,
and the world moves on spinning in silent space,
as empty as the heart that once knew love,
and would have chosen it forever.
i missed the boatsometimes i feel like i missed the boat
you know, the one that should have taken me to my own
then i notice
i may have boarded my boat late
but i believe it's all about the journey
not the destination
you know, on christmas mornings
after all the presents are unwrapped
it's all over
the excitement and joy was in the
so as i continue my course
on that second boat
i'll enjoy the ride
The Lost Moment of Lovers.It was their one perfect moment together, there one time in gloom cast upon them by the light of a million stars. This was the forest of dreams and them the eternal lovers. Softly, and gently they pick their path, they do not disturb the trees in passing, they do not hold the cycles for their eyes lie solely on their one dream, to unite in their passions and to fill the void of a seemingly endless life they pass through. Their hands touch as their bodies sway on a path no human eyes will ever truly see, a path we never could reach. Together they lie at the feet of the first trees; together they join in the blessing of the world. Together in a soft moment of dark before the light comes to a filling world.
Hands move and bodies entwine, their love such an endless thing, fills a timeless moment. Hands caress, stroke and play on bodies enticingly perfect, but with faces that none could gaze upon without pain. Her face is battered and scared, pock marked and ruined in a disgrace
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