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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.

lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along

False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen

Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude

ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.

WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.

Shared HappinessI like it better when you're happy.
The world feels like a safe place -
A good place to be.

Stay happy, even in the face
of great adversity
I know these last few years have been...

Well, difficult, to say the least.
But as long as your heart shines
I can hear it...

That devilish smile on your lips
the one no amount of miles
or hardships can erase

Remember, I'm always watching
With the eyes of my heart
I see you clearly

And, as long as you are happy
No matter where this life leads me
Then I am happy too.

bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.

HumanDear Hypocrite,

What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

Watercolor PainWhen you smile,
I turn colorblind.

It turns into a somersault
whenever I gain contact
with your skin,
bare back touching
bare back.

But I'm not hungry
for bedposts.

I just want to
savor each moment your arms
lock into mine,
the romanticism of
the moons in my eyes
and the skies in your words.

There's smoke
behind all those hues
of hazel and your fingers
are porcelain,
but I still love you.

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Without YouAnd finally the silence

As the memories play

Like an old tattered film

Before my eyes

Believing for a moment

That things could be the same

An instant held in bliss

A life I'd lost in time

A skipping record playing

Faintly in my ears

With every image spinning

In a repetitous blur

And in my world of make believe

I cry a silent tear

It's gentle as it scorches

With it's ungodly burn

I bow my head and reminisce

On all that we embraced

Although I ache inside

I could never forget

The feel of your skin

Or the softness of your face

The warmth in your smile

Or the day that we first met

The reel stops moving

Reality sets in

I t

Kandi LandAs long as I've got glowsticks with me
And a beat within my head
I will keep on dancin through life
Just the way I always did

Take a look ahead of you
Plain and straight reality
Take my hand I'll lead you through
The path to immortality

Close your eyes and take the plunge
Your fate is resting in your hands
Come fly far away with me
To our home in Kandi Land

As long as I've got glowsticks with me
And a beat within my head
I will keep on dancin through life
Just the way I always did

Lights are flashing down below
As we drift here in the sky-y
Wave to all of those you know
For now's the only time

Take it all in with one breat

Song For The Nothings[Verse:1]Above and beyond in your vanity
Adding to my sick insanity
You taunt and you stare at the nothings each day
With your pretentious smile and image in vain

[Verse:2]Reining your viciousness over the world
Playing the games of a sick little girl
Don't look behind you, just look ahead
Sing with the goblins and march with the dead

[Intro To Chorus]I am the nothing you look down upon
I am the reject in your degrading song
I am the freak you stare at when seen
Instead of cry, I'll make you bleed

[Chorus]You think you're better than life itself
Keep thinking that way and I'll show you hell
I'll wrap you in chains as you bleed o

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by ~jpgSoNeTxj9, Mar 8, 2005, 9:06:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

A simple balance of realities in the brain helps one to function properly in a world of mere perception. There is a bridge that causes the balance of interpretation to go smoothly without disruption. When this bridge is somehow broken or tampered with, the balance is thrown off and the perception of the world once seen by the person is altered completely into a delusional dream. This alteration can wreak havoc on the persons’ mind and allow madness to take over. This madness is a reaction to the default which is now their brain. The person may or may not know that something destructive has taken place and stands oblivious to everything. On the other hand, one may know of the change and use it to their advantage.
Insanity is an illness, a state of the mind that can cause one to do harm upon themselves, someone, or something else. It disables the conscience to tell right from wrong and any morality once obtained by the person will be lost in the delusion. Paranoia, Schizophrenia, Criminal Insanity, or just plain Madness are all different outcomes of a disruption in the balance of the brain. Sudden outbursts, ranting, and denial are the most common side effects, and are usually caused by snapping, loss of patience, or a triggered event to cause such emotion to surface.
Medication and treatments do not repair the disruption, but sustain it temporarily for a few moments of clarity. Therapy helps some patients, but has caused others to sink only further into themselves and lose all sense of reality, rather than just the perception of it. Their interpretation of the world becomes their world entirely, and it consumes them. They don’t know what’s right and what isn’t, and lose all grasp on humanity. Everything becomes a blur and is lost in the fuck their mind has turned itself into. Some believe they are healed; Others are healed; But those of us who aren’t, couldn’t even imagine…

Derangedby ~jpgSoNeTxj9

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

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~tricache Mar 11, 2005

your mind scares me sometimes

awesome

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~jpgSoNeTxj9 Mar 12, 2005 Interface Designer

lol thnx!

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~drayfae Mar 9, 2005 Professional Digital Artist

this would go great in a psychology book

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~jpgSoNeTxj9 Mar 9, 2005 Interface Designer

yay thankies!!

i feel smart...hehe

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~drayfae Mar 10, 2005 Professional Digital Artist

anytime !

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!soulraeus Mar 9, 2005 Writer

hmmm, i'm not sure what to say, this was very well written and true. i like it.

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~jpgSoNeTxj9 Mar 9, 2005 Interface Designer

yay! i sound so smart in it...its almost false advertising o.o...

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~cheshirecat24 Mar 9, 2005

Good idea

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