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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?

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.

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?

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

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.

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.

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

The RemembranceDon’t look back in your past
When you believe the hope is lost;
Your reality is fiction for your brother,
Some things are always destined for the others

The anxiety will hold you in the mist
The loss of words, to reach the summer’s feast,
In hopeful rush you cross the mounds of skulls
To pierce the future who’s waiting for your call

Action and movement seen through dirty lenses
Broken thoughts expecting in defensive,
An inside sorrow to banish it from sight
Unfolded by black magic deeper in the night

Revisit all the moments seen in your strangest life
Recall the memories in which you try to dive,
Do not believe the hope f

DreamsWhat are dreams?

Are they glimpses of life between the seams?

The stitches unraveled and loose,

Bent and slumped over like an obtuse,

Reality torn completely apart,

Hearing now the voice of your heart,

Whispering,

Telling you sweet fables,

Allowing you to feast at its tables,

Changing words into sight,

Inspiring you for life’s fight,

Maybe we aren’t listening,

Deaf and blind yet whistling,

Speaking,

Yet we do not hear,

Entertaining us yet we do not cheer,

Appealing to us but we do not budge,

Ignoring its gentle nudge,

Until it’s repeating itself,

Comfortably lodged on your mind’s shelf,

Shouting,

Burni

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This IsThis is a story best untold
This is a sorrow most foretold
This is a hand that slipped away
This is a feeling kept at bay

All the could have beens and fragile memories
The story ended before it begun
Never got the chance to admire your qualities
Too quick to pull the trigger on the gun

This is a drama in the making
This is constantly aggravating
This is a hopeless situation
This is a world of frustration

Left you alone in the eye of the storm
Rejected, dejected, forever denied
Walked away to have fun on my own
Paid no attention to the tears you cried

This is a regret I’ll always bear
This is a reflection of despair
This

Rear-View MirrorIt was perfection beyond words untold
At the pearly gates of the heaven’s door
Through the looking glass of your shattered dream
Things are rarely what they seem

When having found ideality you cannot commit
Flattery is rarely a substitute for wit
Your attitude will make a holy man stray
Things don’t always turn out that way

With the realization of a wasted time dawning
The futility of endeavors, ass kissing and fawning
With broken illusions, prowling the streets in fear
Objects in rear-view mirror are closer than they appear

End of the LineAnother lesson learnt
Another hand bitten
Another letter burnt
Another soul smitten

So we run,
Run towards the sun
Away from what we’ve done
From under the loaded gun

Another complex solution
Another misguided attempt
Another lost revolution
Another feeling unkempt

So we run,
Run from all that’s undone
Away from what we’ve begun
From that which we can’t outrun

Another memory forgotten
Another poem written
Another apple rotten
Another foe beaten

So we run,
Till we cannot run any more
When we can no longer ignore
There’s nothing left to explore

Too LateIt’s too late to apologize
There’s no other way but down
No need to emphasize
Grasping for air, left to drown

It’s too late to apologize
There’s nothing left to do
Let’s gather ‘round to hypothesize
No one left here to talk to

It’s too late to apologize
The phone that never rings
No means to anesthetize
The piercing pain that stings

It’s too late to apologize
Walking out the door
So quick to bastardize
Everything left in the “before”

It’s too late to apologize
Shed a tear for your dead saviour
Desperate to contextualize
Your indecent behaviour

It’s too late to apo

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

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Undone

by ~n-g-e, Aug 23, 2007, 6:15:58 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Dear mum,
Don’t cry for me
The choices were mine to make
It was my will, not a mistake
You had a plan for me
Something I could never be
And so I did what I had done
And it all came undone

Dear dad,
Don’t cry for me
There was nothing you could do
I shut you out, there was no way through
You nurtured and cherished me
Protected, happy and free
But I did what I had done
And it all came undone

Dear friends,
Don’t cry for me
The times we shared were magical
Even if I seemed a bit hysterical
We hung out and talked for hours
Rolled around in a bed of flowers
Yet I did what I had done
And it all came undone

Dear lover,
You won’t cry for me
You will breathe a sigh of relief
Ponder our interaction so brief
You have no way of knowing
Your responsibility for the foregoing
You did what you had done
And with it I came undone

Undoneby ~n-g-e

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2007-2013 ~n-g-e

Last one for the next few days. I'm off on business tomorrow and won't be back till Monday.

As for the poem itself, I don't know...I started writing it a month ago (first two stanzas) and then got stuck (it was supposed to have been Unplugged [link] but then my idea for it changed). Got back to it now and somehow I managed to get it together. It's not what I initially envisaged, but, like, whatever.

~pathunknown Sep 4, 2007

Oh, I like it. Reminds me of one of the poems I wrote.. now if only I could remember which one and where it was.. >.>

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~n-g-e Sep 4, 2007

Thanks, appreciated

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~canticum Aug 25, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

nice job, I like it!

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~n-g-e Aug 26, 2007

Thank you very muchly

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~canticum Aug 27, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

muchly
oh, and welcome! welcomely?

whatever

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~RMRippers Aug 24, 2007

i really like it. and i agree with Tar: one of the better poems iv read recently

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~n-g-e Aug 26, 2007

You must've not read a lot of pomes lately then

Thanks mate, glad you liked it

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*Black-Roses-Fall Aug 24, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

I love the parent stanzas.

Great stuff man, faved for sure

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~n-g-e Aug 26, 2007

Thank you...much appreciated

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~Pyrox666xPheebs Aug 23, 2007

im writing a similar poem to this.. ive been working on it for a while

love this... its really written well

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