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Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shook their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?

An Elegy to the ObjectRest your grey swans, your winter is over;
Their songs delight the fruitless heath.
Alas! The country wizened drover
Grants his good wife your dying wreath.

And all things bear my homespun sheath
In which you sleep as you depart,
And all I have I did bequeath
To you: the object of my art.

Yet, still your rotting soul does impart
A whisper through the bolted casements in me,
And I for one, must have a cold, cold heart
To beleive you lived for my elegy.

What IfYou try to mold me into whatever you desire
But what if I don't want to be like you?
What if I want to be my own person?
What if I want to make my own choices
And not be spoon-fed like a newborn?
I want to be my own person,
But you take me like batter and try to turn me into what you want
Not what I want to do in life,
What I want to accomplish
You call me weak
You say I'll never survive in the 'real' world

But what if I want to go my own way?
You call me a baby
Just an infant
Who wouldn't last
But I'm ready now, and it's my life
Not yours
You say you're there to guide me
But you're getting in my way
Of living my life
My way

The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?

Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?

If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.

But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.

Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se

this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust

so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies

that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?

so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly

and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown

not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game

and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'

but i got to ask

Shut inDon’t mock me, or block me
from taking my stance;
A pity, the city
is caught in a trance.

If only the lonely--
the rich and the poor,
Admit it, we did it!
By shutting our door.

I’d doubt it, without it,
We’d crumble in ruin;
Still, steady, already
forgot what we’re doin’,

We chide the society
for shutting us in--
When really, the “silly”
was us to begin.

No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old

You laugh at me
I’m always wrong
Your great friendship
Didn’t last long

I’m your friend
But you’re not mine
My hug is cold
You’ve crossed the line

I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end

How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...

if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.

if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.

when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.

could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Tantalizingly preventing
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...

Reinhard's CrimeThe blonde man sits serene
In his easy rocking chair
Eyes fixed on a manic, far future.

A collar creaseless and hangman high
Under an adler nose and bright blue eyes
A handsome face o'er a madman's frame.

Swords swing and sing
In a morning full of futures
Each one monstrous and grand.

The screams in Bohemia
Echo around a dead village
That not even maps acknowledge.

ShadeThe bird spreads its wings
Without hesitation
Without reserve it sings

Towards the sun it soars
Casting its own silhouette
So grand and to my eyes it roars

I am only a shadow in the shade
Here I exist and blend so perfectly into the world
Wonders of the man-made

Artificial hearts that save lives
Or do they only prolong suffering
Fear of death like dull knives

So I step into the light
And in the blinding moment
I finally regain my sight

Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.
Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.
Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.

Death

In her life there is so much strife
Over such trivial matters that mortals fight over
Money, power, looks and lovers
No one cares to give her a fair chance
In death there is a release
Eternal slumber and peace
The world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeat

Life

Yes, in your life there are quarrels
and people choose possessions over you.
But remember your little sister who looks up to you.
Your mother who held you through your child hood.
The

CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free

My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away

What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me

Chasing hidden light

Water rolls off of pristine petals
Far beyond the beauty of moist metals

The organic life fighting for the outside
Wanting a life the cage seems to hide

Customary blooms of a sacred nature
Alloy of a colder nomenclature

But beauty always finds a way
No matter the sunlight given through the day

To brake the bonds of a confined space
A battle so many in life have faced

Yet like a broke heart that only wants to decay
The side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.

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RetrospectTell me please, why I’m waiting here
Raindrops fall, and you disappear
I gave you, everything I had
You left me
Alone and barking mad

Tell me please, was it something that I have said
Maybe something may have been misread
I can’t understand if silence is all I get
Incomprehensibly excluded
Emotionally in debt

Tell me please, should I go and bang on your door
Will you pick me up off the floor
Offer your hand just this one last time
Or just turn around
Leave me covered with slime

Tell me please, why my phone no longer rings
Why have you clipped both of my wings
Couldn’t handle me soaring above
Crashed to the gro

PoliticianI’m conceited, I’m a liar
I’ll teach your kids
How to play with fire
Vote for me,
I’ll make it worth your while
I’ll suck your cock
And then kiss your child

Look at me, on the idiot box I smile
I’ll shake your hand,
Then I’ll fuck your wife
I’ll balance the budget
And free the slaves
Legalise weed
And flip-flop on foreign trade

Gun control, I abhor
I’ll bring in gay marriage
Through the back door
Sacrifice a lamb
At an altar of your choosing
I’ll ban abortion
But only if it’s amusing

I’ll donate money
To a worthy cause
From the bribes I’ll pocket
For bein

The Long Road HomeTracing your reflection in the sand
Playing with your hair in my mind
Faint reminders here and there
I smell your perfume in the morning breeze
The colour of your eyes in the sapphire waves
Strawberry lips in a salad of dreams

Your name echoes in the wind
The clouds take the shape of the days we shared
Smoke from the cigarette shoots straight up
Velvety in its texture, like your skin
Peaches and cream like your fingertips
Rubbing gently on my back

Everything here reminds me of you
Saturated and overflowing with memories
Juicy and ripe for the picking
Swaying in the wind like mountain flowers
Eerie in their beauty and tranquill

Spread Your WingsYou don’t have a job
You don’t have a car
Sitting on the curb
As people walk on by
Excuse me, sir?
Might you have some change?
I haven’t eaten in a while
And it looks like it might rain

Alone in this place
Not a helping hand
Dusting off your clothes
Your eyes reflect the pain
Traffic jams and credit cards
Are none of your concern
Just trying to get by
In God’s forgotten world

Another day, another bed
Another stranger’s face
It’s been such a long while
Since it’s felt like a disgrace
Stuck in a perpetual rut
No dreams and hope in vain
Nailed to this piece of wood
That’s become you

QuestionsIf I am certain of one thing
It is that I have loved
When I reached for the sky
And said my last goodbye
When in a deep embrace
And in a moonlit daze
Who will ever experience what I have?

If I am certain of one thing
It is that I have dreamed
When looking past innuendo
And singing my last crescendo
When planning out my life
And accepting the sacrifice
Who will ever make the choices I have?

If I am certain of one thing
It is that I have felt
When holding flowers in my hand
And dancing in the rain
When saying all those things
And deciding on a whim
Who will ever understand what I have?

If I am certain of one thing
It is th

Verbal MasturbationAbstract relations, emotional masturbation
Exceedingly futile, losing its grasp
Vertiginous propositions, contrary to ambitions
Existence unfulfilling thrust in chains that bind

Empty gaze, deprived of feeling
Dumbfounded faces, ignorant of cause
Misrepresentations, dubious manipulations
Extrapolate the meaning, nothingness abounds

Wake up in the morning with existential doubts
By the afternoon, find the meaning of life
Forget it all by the evening’s dawn
When you’re sound asleep another synapse’s torn

Intrinsic mechanisms rule what we observe
Interpret as we may, rush to find the cure
Ignorance is bliss, ignore t

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New Beginnings

by ~n-g-e, Jul 19, 2007, 5:05:32 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Stay awhile,
Take my hand and let’s float on by
In the clouds,
Catch the sun’s rays and be mesmerised
Flying high,
Look down below at the world beneath
Gravity
Leave behind what you’ve learned of it

There’s a time,
A time and a place for everything
Here and now,
Or somewhere else, change it on a whim
In the end
The outcomes may justify the means
After all
We are flesh and blood, not cold machines

In the air,
Embrace the wind and flow with it
Rain or shine
It doesn’t matter; it’s what we make of it
Leave this place,
Don’t look back, whatever you do
Hear my voice,
The eternal, soothing, comforting and true

Time to go,
Embark on a road never travelled upon
Feel my heart,
Hear it beating for you, as we’re sailing on
How long to go,
Who knows, we’ll march along to our own pace
And when we're there
We’ll fall asleep in an aeonian embrace

New Beginningsby ~n-g-e

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

This was a nightmare to write... Usually when I start something and then stop, I never finish it, but this one, I don't know, it's important to me so I just couldn't leave it alone. First written in November 2006, rewritten June 2007, finished and published - today.

~totalitachigirl Aug 10, 2007

As we sky away,
On this loving life,
Happiness I cry,
As I die by your side....

~canticum Jul 30, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

ooh, very nice, I'll have to go look at the rest of your stuff too

unfortunataly I'm sorta swamped right now, due to a few vacations and evil assignments... I've 93 deviations I need to comment on, or at least look at, and 115 messages to reply to. Not to mention a few other people who's galleries I have to look at.. so it may take me awhile to get around to you

sorry..

~n-g-e Jul 31, 2007

Haha...no worries, take your time, these poems are not going anywhere

~canticum Jul 31, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

well, that's a relief!

~Tar1988 Jul 28, 2007

Because of your wonderful commenting, i took the liberty of browsing through your gallery, starting from the most popular poem (this one) down.

I must say, this was a pleasant surprise to read. Most of the poems here on DA are depressing, dark, or so sugar-sweet that it becomes ridiculous.

This was remarkably refreshing to read. From the very first line it struck me as the perfect scenario for a romantic film. I think I might watch you, just to make sure I don't miss anything like this in the future

~n-g-e Jul 28, 2007

Thank you. This one is probably the most "personal" poem I have written, which was also the hardest from an emotional point of view. It's never easy to condense a feeling (especially this particular feeling) in a few lines of text.

As far as the poems on DA go...it might have something to do with the average age of the writer. When compared to most of the authors I have ran across here, I'm as close to a grandfather as you'll get

Please, no film references...I work in this God forsaken industry.

~Tar1988 Jul 28, 2007

? how old are you (if it is not a personal question, which it obviously is, but i'm gonna ask it anyway, cuz i'm curious

)

~n-g-e Jul 28, 2007

They say curiosity killed the cat

29.

~canticum Jul 31, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

Curriosity killed the cat
but satisfaction brought it back!

~RMRippers Jul 19, 2007

love the last stanza. beautiful

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