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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 shake 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?

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

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

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.

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

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?

For a moment, I thought of youWatching as the rain fall now
Listening as the world crumbles around
Waiting for a better tomorrow
Filled with joy and a little less sorrow

Rebuilt from the ground up
Sometimes I feel fed up
Surrounded by the memories
Of the day your heart left me

Echos fill an empty room
Sitting alone in my own gloom
Tears trickle down my face
My dreams were crushed in this old place

Shadows follow me as I walk
I swear to God these walls can talk
Pictures of you are all facing down
And I find myself pacing around

Flashes of thought fill my mind
I sit down, fast-forward, and rewind
Nothing can fill this void
I advert my gaze but I can't avoid

Staring at

All in Good Time Look, as the seed falls down into the garden.

Freshly tilled awaiting for its crop

Remaining anxiously, we were bidden

Waiting until the fruit was ready to drop

How long, we ask, how long till they mature?

Surely you won’t be demanding of our time?

So many hours, days, weeks and years we must endure!

To ensnare us here must be a doubtless crime.

A multitude did leave without another word

Even as the sapling did begin to grow

This waiting game, they claimed, was quite absurd

How could something good come from something so slow?

Alone, I did harvest the fruit when it was in its prime.

All the best things grow with patience

Liar, LiarLiar, Liar
dirty worthless liar

You dare call yourself a Christian?
You may proclaim the Word
but your tongue betrays your heart
your shame chains you like a caged bird

Liar, Liar
dirty, worthless liar

Have you gotten your fill?
Have the consequences met you yet?
How much longer will this go on?
When will you learn that you lost the bet?

Liar, Liar
dirty, worthless liar

Has truth ever left your lips?
Your heart is cold and dark
No ear is safe from your false tales
You cry out your dishonesty as a wild lark

Liar, Liar
dirty, worthless liar

You lie about work
You lie about rest
you lied about why
You failed that test

Liar, Liar
dirty,

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

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

what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirring
Inside of me
I struggle from it
But I cant break free
Horrors are abundantly
I lose all I ever held dear
Fading from this world that grows
As my mind wanders with shadows
Peace is something foreign to me
A life of hardships is what I lead
I never seem to be enough
Who thought love would be so tough

Broken mirrors and picture frames
Somehow it is all I blame
I know that something more is left
Other than a quiet death
A surrender, A return to sender
I've been on a bender
And I cant seem to stop these tears
From ringing every fear I have
Bringing it to light and then
Making them my only friend
Braking what little I love

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Cut ShortI heard
The shot ringing out
I heard
The bullet fly past my head
I heard
The shot ringing out again
I felt
The cold metal burrowing through my body

What have I ever done to you
We’ve never met
Never seen each other
Were you angry on that day
That you had to shoot someone
In the back?
Did you feel powerful
Seeing everyone running from you
Or were you just a solitary
Misguided soul, yearning for compassion
And understanding?

I felt
The blood flowing down my chest
I felt
Death’s cold embrace
I felt
The numbness overpowering me
I heard
The screams of those running away

I’ve forgiven you
Though the wor

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

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by ~n-g-e, Mar 5, 2009, 11:31:58 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

I listened to the words you said
With an absent mind
My thoughts – misread
An empty gaze
With no hope to find
Caught in a haze
The lights – they blind

There is no peace
There’s no respite
The thought – a disease
Corrupting my mind
There is a story to unfold
Clearing away
My hands – they’re cold

There is a place where I can run
You won’t find me there
The thought – undone
Catch the glass
Before it falls
Watch it shatter
The bell – it tolls

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I'm sure there's a message and a metaphor in there somewhere. I just haven't got a clue where. It does mean something to me, apologies for making it weird. Hope someone gets some kind of enjoyment out of this piece.

~Tar1988 Mar 31, 2009

The flow, the pattern (in lack of a better word), the style, it is all brilliant !

But (again, in lack of a better way to say this) it needs direction. Like you said in the authors comments, you have no clue what the message is.

I get a vague impression of an old man on the verge of death, but that's about it. Perhaps refine it a bit, or just change the AC's.

*Black-Roses-Fall Mar 8, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

I loved all of it except for the cliche ending.

Well done man.

~n-g-e Mar 8, 2009

Unfortunately, just like this poem, life is full of cliches

Thanks

*Black-Roses-Fall Mar 8, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Lol. Don't I know it man.

S'all good.

~WisemanBrandon Mar 5, 2009

I like the flow very much. the odd rhythmic pattern is nifty =]

~n-g-e Mar 6, 2009

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it

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