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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 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?
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.
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
You say you're there to guide me
But you're getting in my way
Of living my life
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
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
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
Im always wrong
Your great friendship
Didnt last long
Im your friend
But youre not mine
My hug is cold
Youve 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.
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 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.
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
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.
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.
So AloneTis the season of the gray,
More boreal than wintertide,
While fireplaces can warm my palms,
Can their embers thaw my soul?
Can they bring back a blithe memory?
Or a recollection of a long lost heyday,
Solicitously saved, oh so cautiously cached,
So I may call upon it on at a pluvial time,
And as I concede to this immedicable disease,
It is curious, to be cheered by one's own enemies,
The jarring repercussion of this heinous malady,
Make my rivals too afflicted to make me bleed,
Make me a shadow, a phantasm, a sprite,
Oh make me an onyx blot in the umbral night,
Let me be torn from the binding pages of history,
So Will YouMy dear friend why do you dwell in the dust,
Do you think the world will wait for both of us?
I see these have been rather difficult times,
Let me try to ease your pain with a rhyme.
So what if you have failed again?
Tell me, so what, if yet again, you are beat?
Victory is a place you will reach,
Once you cross the stepping stones of defeat.
It doesn't matter how many times you fall,
As long as you get back up and stand tall,
Through thick and thin they made it through,
And I can see it in your eyes, so will you.
Once upon a time a young newspaper artist got fired,
For lacking good ideas and imagination,
So what did he do? He dr
A Greek TaleI'm just a poor bard,
With many tales of far and near,
So if you'd care to hear one,
Why don't you come and sit down here?
There once was a vainglorious king,
Who ruled over the land of Argos,
His blessed name was Acrisius,
And he was a pioneer of chauvinism,
He dreamt of begetting a male heir,
Who would rule the kingdom alongside him,
But alas! Woe played its hand first,
And his daughter Danae was born,
She was no quotidian princess,
And on the day of her birth,
The yearlong draught ended,
And the nation was showered with rain,
For this unpropitious occurrence,
Acrisius felt unpoised and unsure,
So he visited the Oracle of
A Simple PoemHey,
You'll know when you read this, if you ever read this. I hope you do, because I've wanted to say this for a long time.
My years have added up, oh so fast,
Now I wish I could get them to last,
Life is all but shades of gray and blue,
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
I remember, at the time, I was just a boy,
Fascinated by trucks and mechanical toys,
But I guess you really didn't have a clue,
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
With a heavy heart and a heavier backpack,
Every day I left for school, such a drag!
But that was till the day I met you,
Do you think I have forgotten about you?
I liked to scare girls in
Queen of the RinkIn the leucous mountains up north,
There lived a little girl who adored the floe,
And while her sisters stayed near the snug fireplace,
She loved to promenade in the snow,
And now she waited behind closed doors,
On the brink of living the dream,
And she closed her eyes for a moment, one final time,
As the doors parted to reveal the world's greatest stage,
It was a flawless winter wonderland of ivory ice,
And she adroitly drifted in to the centre of the rink,
Feeling quite skittish in front of the capacious crowd,
She looked at the judges and prepared herself to begin,
And then she was off like a display of the divine,
Sonnet XVIIIThere goes another hour;
We have too many to keep.
To hoard away time and sleep
Ha! But we have the power!
Aye, though the sun may glower
In the evenings he will reap,
His warm gaze will lastly sweep
Amidst each field and flower
And perhaps he is thinking,
Though I cannot tell for sure,
What we think is certain cure
For all the defeats tasted,
People with clocks are clinking:
Another hour wasted.
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