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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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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

CEOI’m sick of your complaining
About your growing bills
The depression and the narcissism
And the all the happy pills
The golf clubs and the problems
That you may or may not have
The falling credit ratings
And the portfolios you can’t find

Do you even realise
That on your business trip
Your wife is shagging the plumber
And your kids are on an acid trip
Maybe you should stick around
Instead of chasing the next buck
Or you’ll be left with an empty house
With nothing but your palm to fuck

While you’re busy chasing skirts,
Up and down the halls
They’re plotting your demise
In the office room next door
W

BattleshipI’ve been running
From all the things you said
I’d stand my ground
But you’d shoot me down instead

I flew my flag
On the last remaining mast
Now my standard’s torn
With your final blast

The last salvo
Was too much to bear
This venerable battleship
Is going down in despair

I’ll find my space
On the ocean floor
Where I’ll lie undisturbed
Till we are no more

One day I’ll be found
Rusted but not rotten
And raised to the surface
Worn but not forgotten

And I’ll sail the oceans
Like many times before
With a new captain at the steer
There’ll be another war

I’ll stop running
Fr

CagedI’m in a cage out on display
A new toy for the bourgeoisie
A worn out old cliché
Gone past a tolerable degree

Like a monkey in a zoo
Making silly and stupid faces
Jumping around like a kangaroo
For the entertainment of their graces

Poke and prod him once or twice
Hope to see a reaction
Throw money to entice
And wallow in this distraction

My eyes follow them around
With murderous intentions
But in this hostile surround
There are no divine interventions

So I smile and conform
Get used to this wretched cage
And do my best to perform
Hoping to take centre stage

And when and if I do
The guard comes finally down
I&#

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Waving Goodbye

by ~n-g-e, Aug 9, 2007, 1:15:11 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

You left him standing
Alone in the rain, watched him
As he faded away
The face you once held so dear,
No longer will it brighten up your days
And as weeks and months go by
You wave and wave goodbye
But he’s been long gone and will not see,
Will not care, for you stole his dreams
His heart and his soul for eternity

Mistakes are made
Tears are cried
Farewells and parting ways
Yet you don’t waiver
Your heart of stone
Beats for no one, not even your own
Salvation you seek, but you only take
And never give, that is not your way,
No compassion just possession,
Frustration, obsession, loneliness

And in the end when you reach for the sky
Demand what you’ve left just lying by
It will not come and you know why
Just once a chance you did not take
Has been wasted, without regrets,
Or so you wish, hope and deceive,
But we know the truth, you and I,
As it falls apart, we just stand by
As it fades, floating away
We just stand there, waving goodbye.

Waving Goodbyeby ~n-g-e

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

I wrote this a while back for a friend of mine.

~Pyrox666xPheebs Aug 25, 2007

Wow this incredible!
Very deep

~n-g-e Aug 26, 2007

Thanks...not too deep I hope

~canticum Aug 11, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, good job!
I like the title/ending.
And yet again I fail at saying what's good about it

ah well...

~n-g-e Aug 11, 2007

Thanks

~RMRippers Aug 11, 2007

again another nice poem... very deep. lol at your twatty friend

~ghbatt Aug 9, 2007

Wow, a pretty good piece. I can see why your twat of a friend didnt react much to this piece, it is a very complex poem, which takes a bit of time to fully appreciate. The imagery is quite good, as it really helped to sell the piece. I really like the first stanza, it is by far the most powerful.

I would critique the rhyme here. I dont think it added much to the flow, and it seemed to limit you in a couple of places.

Bravo!
-gh

~n-g-e Aug 10, 2007

Thanks. I didn't think of it as being very complex at the time of writing it, but perhaps you're right. As for why my friend didn't react much to this... It's hard to admit the truth sometimes

I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks again

~ghbatt Aug 10, 2007

Not a problem, it was a good piece! Thanks for posting it!
I hope you can check out my work too!

~n-g-e Aug 10, 2007

Will do

*makes a mental note*

~Tar1988 Aug 9, 2007

And how did that friend react to this ?

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