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Cordis Somnium*Fall past the asphalt
Thro’ the honey bee scene
Dip thy feet within
Naides’ yielding stream.

Thine arms splayed toward Hyades
A grey morn consumes the sun
Rain brings silk to the heat fraught meadow;
For time to touch thy form, it must run.

And thine hair was a mess after the rain.
“Will you ask it of me soon?”
Before the world is found to be concrete and sprinkled streets
“Before my qualms on leaving find the noon?”

The sharp cry of the meandering city
Thrives on slapdash letters, in cheap, restless dives
Therein reside, the silent concerto of our drifting
Where individual voices drown, and no love

Masquerade at Windsor Hall

Gallant sirs and debutantes arriving at the ball.
A masquerade on friday night, down at Windsor Hall.
Cocktail's flowing, band is playing, winner takes it all!
By the time the party's done it's on the floor they'll crawl.

Silk-laced gowns and three-piece suits and faces that are masked.
Homely Archduke's daughter's there (surprised that she was asked!).
Woodford twins arrived at ten (weren't asked and so they crashed!).
Gals of Downton also came, in adulation basked.

Truth be told, behind the masks and costumes made of wool,
are rotten chaps and spoiled debs who suffer not a fool.
And if you think these words of mine are harsh or mean or cr

I aint made of paintI aint made of paint.

I'm made of concrete.

Your the one who kicked me off my feet.

Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.

How bout
for once, you be the brush

How bout
for once, you shut up and hush.

You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.

Into fine grain, into fine dust.

Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!

I aint made of paint

I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.

We are no art scholars.

But,
listen good.
Listen close.

Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.

I refuse, to paint a picture for you.

Slow and SteadyCrowds of people rush around,
their steaming coffee in one hand and phone in the other,
while they juggle their problems and all of their emotions
and claim that everyone around them is a bother.
Caught in such a frenzy, they push their way
through the slow and steady that block their path,
for they're already running far too late
to even consider slowing down or turning back.
Where they are trying to go, I haven't the slightest idea,
but even if I asked, they'd surely be far too preoccupied
ignoring everything else as they sip their cold coffee
and stare at their phone, wondering how the battery already died.

Red-Eyed EgoOn a dying tree, in a forest of lush,
sat a lone crow, whose red eyes
scanned every stone, branch and bush
in that vast land.
The wind picked up, carrying the leaves
that had fallen from that tree,
which the crow strongly believed
was her only home.
It needed not a single leaf, nor
a shred of life, for all it needed
was to stand, to help the crow explore
and see everything that surrounded her.
She required no love, nor a single friend,
so long as her tree stood tall
in that forest, until the end -
all she wanted was the sight.
With her piercing eyes, that crow saw
everything that could be seen -
she saw every virtue and every flaw
that exist

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.

time to grow uplife feels personal but it's not
woes befall by scattershot
what's happening now has happened before
what does not pertain we learn to ignore

you pray for a break you want a promise
it is what it is there is no justice

llp - dA - may2013

Sins of the FleshThey're gazing in their mirror eyes
Full of loving longing and filthy longing
And moist-meat sounds that turn
My stomach at the thinking of.
They rut, my friends, and damn themselves.
I envy the damned, their ignorance.
Their love looks like lust to loveless eyes.

And as such, I can see them rutting
Whenever I close my eyes
And the thought itself disgusts me.
And in the ending of their tryst
They pool together into one.

They strut and rut in the streets
That burn in lust beneath my eyes.
Would that a tide would wash away
Oh that a tide of fire would burn away
And cleanse this world of its filth!

Yet one day, in a possible future,
I may be

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

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.

Awake in my ExistenceLive through others in your proxy
You challenge existence without noises
The only thing you cannot fathom
Is the wakening of your boredom

Awake a life full of illusions
Crave for another lost sweet union
On a realm of cruel destruction
You whisper words of guilt and nonreaction

The frame of death float on your life
Not another hope for the lost souls
Desire, joy in your cortex will subscribe
Stand up choices who belong mentally yours.

InsaneA ring to drive me less insane
Then my essence now so profane
To hide from sight
The noxious blight
Of darkness deep inside my brain.

Perfect in PlainYou've been living a dream
With your eyes open wide
All the prettiest scenes
Always trying to hide

As you see what they don't
And they don't know at all
All the secrets that float
In a World made of falls

All the flowers that bloom
In the late summers rain
Are all blooming for you
Who sees perfect in plain

ForwardLeft right back forth all it is is moving forward,
Each step cannot be taken back nor can it be chance,
Keep on moving look ahead never even be the said,
Prove them wrong show them strong,
For its all just your call,
I trust you do not fail,
We will all prevail.

Paint the Worlddon't plant your soul deep underground,
only your fears will sprout.
let it soar in the blue sky high,
let it turn you inside-out.

seed the clouds grey and white,
and the colors will rain on down.
dip your brush in puddles wide,
or dance is your drab gown.

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Dear AngelDear angel
Thank you so much
You were always there
In my greatest times of need
Never judgmental
Always understanding
Your support unconditional
Everlasting, omnipresent

Dear angel
What would I do
Without you I'd be lost
And just so lonely
Your presence everywhere
I feel
Like a shadow always
Following in my footsteps

Dear angel
You're always on my mind
I think of you at night
And throughout the day
I know how important
I am to you
And I do my best
To reciprocate these feelings

Dear angel
Pictures may fade
We forget the names
And maybe some faces
Yet with every single passing day
Our bond just keeps getting strong

Thank YouYou’ve taught me what it is to love
You’ve shown me things I haven’t seen before
You’ve made me admit things I wouldn’t have
You’ve given me a whole new lease on life

I’ve learned many new things thanks to you
I’ve seen the light and embraced the truth
I’ve cherished each and every passing dream
I’ve never made decisions on a whim

You’ve taught me what it is to hate
You’ve shown me what indifference makes
You’ve had me hanging on for way too long
You’ve even had me sing my own swan song

Thank you, for all the lessons learned
Thank you, for leaving me somewhat d

FWIWFor what it’s worth
You’ve changed my world

For what it’s worth
I still think of you

For what it’s worth
The days are cold

For what it’s worth
The nights are long

For what it’s worth
I’m doing fine

For what it’s worth
It’s a reprise

For what it’s worth
It wasn’t worth much

For what it’s worth
I no longer think about that

LeavingHappy memories in stormy weather
Melodies in my head that we sung together
Waves crashing on the shore
As I walk on by a kaleidoscope in my mind
Images and emotions that I’m leaving behind
Disappearing beneath the clouds
Escaping the shadows
And the things that lurk in the night

What once was certain is engulfed in mystery
Staring at the blank pages in the book of my history
Stories to tell but not to share
Nothing lasts forever, a lesson well learnt
When playing with fire you know you’ll be burnt
But drawn to the light like a moth to a flame
As I dance with the judge, the jury and the executioner
Of all the things

No PointSeen it all, I’ve seen it all before
No thanks, already know what’s behind that door
And though I may not realise
I’ve said no thanks so many times

Moving on, but in a vicious circle
Always returning to the same fucking spot
And although in a perpetual motion
Everything ends like it starts at the dot

Seen it all, I’ve seen it all before
One time, one place, once more
Upon the wings of ignorance, glide
Ideals fade, meaninglessly slide

A pointless, boring rant
Any epiphany as always distant
Within grasp, but out of reach
Preach not, understand what you teach

Seen it all, I’ve seen it all before
A closed

Love Me, Hate MeLove me
Or hate me
You will never forget me
In a world of regrets
Filled with intangible threats
Chasing my silhouettes

Love me
Or hate me
You can never erase me
Say your final goodbye
Let the sleeping dogs lie
And this old feeling die

Love me
Or Hate me
You will never regain me
I am out of your reach
This wall you can’t breach
My blood you won’t leech

Love me
Or hate me
You can never replace me
And though you have tried
To again be at my side
You’re destined to be denied

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Please Breathe

by ~n-g-e, Aug 8, 2007, 1:48:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Breathe!
I didn’t go to college for it to end like this!
Breathe!
Don’t quit on me now, fall in the abyss!
Breathe!
You are too young to depart this place!
Breathe!
You still have time to bask in His grace!

Please,
Hang in there, you have the strength
Please,
I will never again keep you at arm’s length
Please,
Whatever you do, don’t go away
Please,
For what it’s worth, I need you to stay

Breathe!
I don’t know how long, I can’t feel the pulse!
Please,
I’ve always known, didn’t need this impulse
Breathe!
No! There is nothing here for me
Please,
Just let me go, I want to be free

Please Breatheby ~n-g-e

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

There are three people in this poem. A doctor, a boyfriend and a third person. The whole poem is made up of what they say and think. First stanza is obviously the doc, the second the boyfriend, and the third are all three.

Wrote this in five minutes, so I imagine that it's pretty crap. Oh well, can't be brilliant all the time

~Pyrox666xPheebs Aug 25, 2007

Amazing

All three blend really well!

~n-g-e Aug 26, 2007

Thanks, glad you liked it

~RMRippers Aug 11, 2007

definitely not ur best... but still a long way off crap. i like it

~n-g-e Aug 11, 2007

Thank you

~canticum Aug 10, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

very cool! I like the repitition of breathe/please then the .. er.. there's a fancy word for it.. the switching-between-the-two.. alternating

hahah! I remembered it. yeah

it's late.

~n-g-e Aug 11, 2007

Haha

Thank you very much

~canticum Aug 11, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

welcome!

`MagicalJoey Aug 8, 2007 Writer

For me the third stanza is the doc/bf with the "breathe" and the dying person with the actual sentences...
And it is so not crap, I really like it. It tells a story and hooked me so I wanted to read more.

~n-g-e Aug 9, 2007

Thanks

Glad to hear it

*Black-Roses-Fall Aug 8, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

Agreed with this person.

I thought it was really good, but I was viewing the third stanza as the dying person

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