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A Legacy of WisdomYou have scribed your words,
wealthy wreaths of wisdom,
on paper never torn or worn.
You have etched your passions
on my brow.

You have left this wallowed world
victorious; eyes resplendent
with the wisdom you wrote and wrought.
Your passions shall echo in my ears
unto eternity.

And should I stray into some
sullen storm, or get caught in
the torrents of the monsoon, I’ll know
that Lear’s been there before, and
I’ll not swoon.

And if Hades’ doors open up
before my stranded soul, and scorch
it with the heat of hell, I’ll recall that
I am not the first – Dante’s been down
there as well.

A

NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.

My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?

I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.

My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,

AnarchyScream the anthem of the anarchist!
What is it? Exactly.
I won't tell you; make it up.
Go away. Blow it up.
Burn it down. Deface the town.
But don't give in,
Never -- no.
That's the song we all love so.
Freedom past extremity.
Far away, in my backyard
I own the world; I am a bard.
I wear a beard and shave my head;
All the normals want me dead.
I won't give up; I ramble rave.
You'll never make me behave.
My brother, loser, freak, meek geek
You know-- the beatnick, hippy, punk--
The rock bands my parents debunk--
We treasure what we cannot have:
No allegiance to any flag.

out of Gardenwhat sea
how it is welling your eyes a wet mess

what tide
where urchins of the ocean will spill to howl their elegy
where mermaids will turn widows
once brine has swallowed whole their sailor babes

stewarding the land instead
is why i never set sail with you

but to lay in gardens, oh…

a bed sheet rotten by the ultraviolet
and our laps full of stars

what black soil will pervert your knees there
where moonlight will mirror out from your teeth
to run fanatic toward cosmic space
after bathing in the space among us

where walking air pushes every dust

one of sun-dried butterflies
one of beaten rug with broom
one of hone

Perspectives of a Hallucino...Comfort. The softness of the basement couch. Misery loves company.
Trickling through my fingers. Whispering across my face, her disappearing
lips trace across my cheeks. The smell is sweet, but she is rough against
my throat. Her smell isn't so much intoxicating as it is suffocating, yet
the smoke paralyses my senses and touches my soul. Her street name is
undeserving of her effect on me. Forever, she shall be known to me as
Mary-Jane. I will never know her beauty.

r

the plasticized quantum theory

alabaster immortality
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony

crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
en kaleidoscopes

paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
phosphorescent anti-matter
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche

papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
instinctually

the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
unblemished

tranquil, t

GodThere is a God. I have seen him snap the necks
Of children and inspect their hollow remains.
Pushing past the sinews, there is nothing there.
No prayers clogging the arteries, stopping the rush
Of blood, a blackened jet.
Their mouths had not yet learnt how to
Form 'hail mary's'. Tongues twisted at the sound.
The syllables choke.

There is no use lying to a child who when asking
For God, finds only silence.

He is not interested in them. The purity sickens.
There's a boredom in innocence that causes him
To turn away. His eyes are better fixed on those
Who can praise him. The shallow whore who never
Thought her life would take thi

existentialist pick ups...where have I been all my life?

ScrutinyAnd when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin…
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect…

“I am lost in my own depth,” I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic prin

Vampires heartacheI awake in the night;
I can no longer sleep.
I don't see myself in mirrors;
I see somebody else.
I am alone.
I am dead.
The red stripes on white flesh
Keep me somewhat Sane.
I stare at the ceiling;
It is as cold and dead as I am.
The pain burns within;
as my life slowly fades away.

Wolf's Rain

Snowflakes fall, blood is in the air,
Covering white figure of pride,
Lying forceless on the ground,
Having no strength to fight with the snow,
Nor even with reality,
Which drifts down from the empty sky,
Where the moon cannot be seen,
Where birds cannot be heard,
At which wolves can only howl.

I'm so sick of suicide
It's everywhere I look
Pictures, and in movies
In poetry and books

I'm so sick of suicide
It's pathetic and it's weak
Blah blah blah so awful
Outlook always bleak

This life's just not worth living
Could they be any more cliché'?
I know that I just can't go on
Isn't that what they say?

Do you live in China
Without freedom's basic choice?
Are you a woman in Afghanistan?
Forbidden to have a voice.

Are you starving now in Africa?
Surrounded by disease
Or under corrupt dictatorship
Forced upon your knees

These people rise to challenges
We cannot comprehend
They live their lives from day to day
And triu

Procremationso he said let's make a baby
she said let's just make
love
and he said
What's the difference?
She said
A snakeskin
or a little pink pill
And he said
Isn't it about time... she said
You're never old enough
to die
She said Make life-- make
death
and he said
What's the difference?

I like my life she said
he said that won't last
she said I feel
no need...
he said
Well, maybe I do

She said Sow your seeds somewhere else then

the god memorandum

To: You
From: God

Take counsel.
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corr

DyingEach day,
I lose a
little more
of myself.

By the time
death comes,
I’ll already
be gone.

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I'm expected to be better
Than everyone around
Follow the rules to the letter
I'm being driven into the ground

I am supposed to do more
While everyone else does much less
Like I'm living up to some kind of lore
And it's just becoming a large mess

Making life harder on everyone
Causing conflicts to arise
Weighing everyone down a ton
Making it easier no one tries

It's left for me to do
Solely my responsibility
And for all I've done for you
You're losing respectability

Humbly Righteous

Walking thru the shadows
Alone from the start
The only way he knows
Walking with an empty heart

Noone really cares
People just pass him by
Someone stops and stares
So he turns to ask them why

They turn way and scurry off
Like an evil demon did speak
Or a diseased man did cough
It is like that every day of the week

But when someone's in need
He'll help without hesitation
He'll do most any deed
He'll go to most any destination

Although it goes unnoticed
He doesn't do it for attention
For his deeds are always dismissed
Like there is no need for mention

He acts as he feels right
Actions he feels are just
He uses all his migh

Unheard Cries

The fire burns
The anger grows
My stomach turns
The aggression flows

Violence is warranted
But allowed not
Important things taken for granted
Lost in the crowd

A pain is caused
That should not be
It appears time has paused
To allow all to see

A dark cloud
Looms over head
The brooding storm very loud
Yet everything seems dead

A sign of extreme trouble
An unforeseen fear
That could easily double
From cries we do not hear

Lies and Deceit

Time crawls by
Life moves on
No point to ask why
You know any answer is a con

No one can be honest
Even to save themselves
To this I can attest
As deeper the devil delves

The truth is never known
As if it were wrong
Away I am blown
That lies can grow for so long

So many lies
So many people deceived
Any truth someone tries
Can never be believed

Vision of Joy

Have you ever had a feeling
You didn't want to let go
Felt like you're walking on the ceiling
Never wanting to say no

Has a hug meant the world
Brought time to a standstill
Like a tornado twirled
Made the whole experience a thrill

It's a feeling of joy
A sensation unmatchable
Not being a toy
Is something remarkable

Love is hope
It does not die
All at once it's a binding rope
And the ability to fly

I can not change
The love I feel
I wouldn't want to exchange
And it's not a wound to heal

It is for you always
You have held it true
I cherished it all of these days
It amazed me how it grew

And still it grows
With every passing moment
It emanates and grows
Never feeling like an opponent

You made a decision
Of which you said you're sure
It isn't what we envision
But it is completely pure

Your happiness is what I crave
To see you smile and laugh
I hope you see this in how I behave
Though, of what I would do, this is not half

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Thanksgiving...

by ~Shadowdhrt, Nov 22, 2007, 10:08:37 AM
Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Open

I'm thankful for
A great many things

The tears I've shed
The smiles I've shared
The pain I've endured
The joy I've felt

I'm grateful for
The gifts I've received

The water I drink
The food I eat
The ground I walk on
The air I breathe

I'm appreciative of
The people I've touched

The strangers I've met
The friends I've made
The babies I've held
The family I have

Each breath gives me hope
Each sunrise makes me grin
Each day I wake up
And Cherish this blessed bounty
Knowing each day is a bonus
And every moment is special

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Thanksgiving...by ~Shadowdhrt

Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Open

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~TeenTitans4EVER Nov 20, 2009

Wondeful. Simple and meaningful. Great job!

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~CheekysKarma Nov 28, 2007

Amen sweetie! love this!!

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