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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

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

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?

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

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

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

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...

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.

DeconstructionTheir 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'd known what they know now
might it change their wicked deeds?

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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DreamsTilt your head
And rest it on my shoulder
Close your eyes
And wait for Morpheus’ tight embrace
Let go of your thoughts
And slowly drift away
I’ll follow you
And meet you in your dreams

And as I sit and daydream
Listening to your every heartbeat
You’ll struggle throughout
With the demons of your past
But I’ll be there
Right there, where you found me
And offer my heart
If you only let me
Step inside your life

And when you wake
To the early morning sunshine
To reach the peak
Of the mountain we are on
You’ll still find me
Lying right beside you
Follow me
And meet me in my dreams

Last ChanceAre you talking to me?
There is no one else
Hard to face the reality
Of talking with yourself
You can try to lie to the face
That stares back at me
But cannot escape the disgrace
And shrug it off silently

You’re a failure at what you do
Inconsistent and fragile
You lack the drive to come through
Admit it, it’s not a lie
Like a fish caught in a weir
There’s nowhere for you to go
There’s no one you can endear
You’ve reached the final plateau

From here, it’s straight on down
The highlight of your day
Nothing left but to drown
In emotional disarray
You can take a walk outside
And hope someone wil

New BeginningsStay 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,

Pedestrian CrossingYou walk past every day
Look through the window frame
Sometimes a gaze, sometimes much more
What do you hope to see?
In this brief moment our eyes meet
What are you thinking of?

You walk in every day
Sit on the other side and stare
Into the smoke of my cigarette
Analysing my silhouette
Watch me as I sit and observe
Everything around me

I sit here every day
Watching the people as they walk on by
For brief moments stare in their eyes
And wonder what they’re like
What they think and what they do
Where they’re rushing to

Whether when our sights meet
Do we think of each other
Analyse each other and question
Who we ar

Let GoTake a look around
What do you see?
Is it what you’ve found?
You’re telling me
Life isn’t fair
We all know that
Just getting along
Can be a drag

Go with the flow,
It’s what they always say
Treading familiar paths
Never going astray
Always the right moves
At the perfect time
Aren’t you getting tired?
Everything’s so sublime

Release your grip
On the controls of life
Do something wild
Something one of a kind
Try to not look back
Footsteps in the sand
Winds and tumbleweeds
Shifting dunes of time

Trek across the world
Tell me what you see
Now that you’ve found
You can always be free
Ti

MyspaceI decided to come home
Surprise you in a way
With all that traveling that I do
Day earlier was okay
Popped over to the corner store
Got the ticks off my list
Flowers, wine and everything
That night was to be bliss

Now imagine my surprise
And excuse the muffled scream
I have never seen you bend like that
And I ain’t even gonna mention him
I wish I grabbed my camera faster
Would’ve taken a few snaps
Maybe even film it
It was definitely worth of that

I saw all those hits
I could’ve had on YouTube
I was even getting ready
To go and fetch some lube
But you had to stop
And cover it all with sheets
I didn’t

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Thank You

by ~n-g-e, Sep 6, 2007, 8:51:20 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

You’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 disturbed
Thank you, for all the good and all the bad
Thank you, for all the time I gave and had

Without all that, I wouldn’t be the person that I am
Without all that, I wouldn’t have passed that last exam
Without all that, I would’ve made the same mistakes
Without all that, I would’ve gambled on the same old stakes

But now, I’m happy and joyful once again
But now, I love and sing and dance in the rain
But now, all the bad things have gone away
But now, my happiness is here to stay

Thank Youby ~n-g-e

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Part II of "Closure". And so with this poem ended my struggle with the ever so traumatic breakup. From then henceforth...well, I've been, like, happy and stuff

~Pyrox666xPheebs Sep 18, 2007

(its sad when you have to separate... but sometimes it can be for the best

and its great to hear that you were able to move on and be you

~n-g-e Sep 19, 2007

Oh yes, that was quite for the best, lol.

~Pyrox666xPheebs Sep 19, 2007

~canticum Sep 15, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

"Thank you, for all the lessons learned
Thank you, for leaving me somewhat disturbed"
it's really good.

~n-g-e Sep 17, 2007

Thanks, glad you liked it

~RMRippers Sep 6, 2007

i really, really like the repetiton and the kind of happy-sad-ish feeling that comes with it. you know the whole "im happy now even though I've been through crap" feeling? its uplifting to me

~n-g-e Sep 6, 2007

Haha, yeah, I know what you mean

Indeed, this poem was supposed to have shown the whole spectrum from the beginning to the end. If one would be so inclined as to go through all of my poetry related to this particular chain of events in my life, this poem would define the final stage - acceptance. Hence I treat it as the final closure and the last page in that particular saga

~RMRippers Sep 6, 2007

yeah i got that. i cant remember if iv read ALL your gallery, but iv read enough to understand this one enough. and, after some of the hate-mongery i have seen early in your gallery, this one is absolutely BRILLIANT from an emotional viewpoint

~n-g-e Sep 6, 2007

Thanks mate...I really appreciate it

Unfortunately, this poem comes a bit out of sync, there'll be a few more with hate mongering I'm afraid

~RMRippers Sep 6, 2007

YAY HATE MONGERING!

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