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Deconstruction
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?
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
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.
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
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.
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
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...
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.
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.
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Call BarringI saw your caller ID on display
And rejected the call like I always do
It’s been four years since we’ve parted way
And I don’t understand what you’re trying to do

I ask myself whether there’s something left
Inside of me that might still care
A lone emotion long bereft
A part of me still in despair

The phone pierces the silence still
Damned to persistent rejection
While I cannot find the will
To think of you with any affection

There’s nothing here for you to find
A mere blip on my radar screen
We may have once been entwined
Now I perform on a different scene

Third time’s a charm, or so they sa
Between The Lines:ReduxBlank expression
Transgression
Obsession
Denial

Broken promise
A bad omen
Condone it
Awhile

In my nightmares
In dreams
Inept
Unforeseen

Just words
Deeper meanings
Foreshadow
Conclusions

Look away
Within
Inside
On a whim

Inability
Feel
Infantile
Liability

Feelings
Abandoned
Resurface
Sometimes

Perpetual
Infinite
Constant
The phone that never rings
Limericks I-IIII never thought a limerick
Could be written and posted so quick
A substitute for wit
An epiphany unlit
You all know I’m just being a dick

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who gone done stole the Walrus’ bucket
Now the walrus is in pain
Searching for his bucket in vain
While instead he should be thinking “Ah fuck it”

I went out for a date with my beau
We explored each other’s plateau
We forgot our protection
Lost in our affection
Now I don’t even tell her hello
LimerickAs I browse the gallery thick
I don't mean to sound like a dick
But to my utter woe
Some people don’t seem to know
The rhyming structure of a limerick
Hate IsHate is just a word
Mingles in all of our dealings
Pushing the envelope of absurd
Beyond the realm of known feelings
Wallow in distractions
Bring them out for all to bear
Forlorn dissertations
Of the one and true despair

Hate is just a phase
On the road to self improvement
The latest fashion craze
In between a bowel movement
Paint the walls with your frustration
Make them bleed with sorrow
Bet your life on false salvation
Lose your faith tomorrow

Hate is just an afterthought
For each and every action
The feeling is overwrought
A fatal attraction
Locked inside a padded cell
No way in or out
In your precious little hell
The IllusionistI have nothing but disdain
And amoral contempt
I no longer entertain
And make no further attempt
To alleviate the mundane

Not a fan of parlor tricks
Now you see it, then you don’t
Words may hurt, but so do sticks
In the spotlight, all alone
My maladies need not a fix

The future is in my hands
But when you look there is nothing there
I accede to your demands
Yet harbor my despair
Gaze on the crowded stands

What we have is an illusion
For all the public to see
A new form of mass delusion
I am sure you will agree
As we reach the forgone conclusion

Footsteps in the sand
Transgressions on display
The road to promised lan

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Push To Talk

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Push to talk, pull to play
Dream your life
Dream away
No respite, no reprise
Second chances
Alibis

Push to talk, pull to play
Take a chance
Make your day
No regrets, no goodbyes
The tape’s worn
Improvise

Push to talk, pull to play
Let it be
Everyday
No concealment, no disguise
A new toy
Sensationalise

Push to talk, pull to play
Empty threats
I won’t obey
No appeasement, no surprise
All it lacked was
Compromise
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This one could use a little explaining, probably. Alas, maybe later. For now, just interpret it as you want :)
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Mood: Sadness ~predetermined Aug 2, 2009
I agree completely with pathunknown. Personally, I really like the contrast between the pushing and pulling as well as several other choices of vocabulary. Made it feel like there was definitely some sort of struggle in this relationship :S
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~Tar1988 Mar 26, 2009
I agree, this would make excellent lyrics
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~n-g-e Mar 28, 2009
Thanks mate and thank you for the fave :)
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~lifeuncommon Mar 22, 2009
Well-written. I think it could make good song lyrics.
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~n-g-e Mar 23, 2009
Thank you kind sir :) I think most of my poems are written that way. Fallout from the days when I used to sing and write lyrics for a band :)
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~lifeuncommon Mar 23, 2009
I... don't know if I knew that about you? Awesome!
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~pathunknown Mar 22, 2009
Honestly...I love it. Like whoa. It seems as though I've read it/heard it some where before. Perhaps my unconscious mind picked up on it, before it was even fathomed. :P
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~n-g-e Mar 23, 2009
Haha, thanks :) I don't think I've ripped anyone off, and if I have, I swear it was unintentional :D

Maybe cause I've used these verses on occasion in my various status messages? This one has been a WIP for quite some time, despite being a really short piece :)
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~pathunknown Mar 23, 2009
No, it's not ripped off, lol. :P I just recognize it, as if I've heard it in my unconscious mind. It wouldn't be the first time that's happened, tbh. If only I could some how extract the music I hear in my head..
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