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Atrocious Truth

Uncertainty at its best
Doubts clinging near
You with your fears
Me with my tears
Contritely I loved
Trival i fall

And all along you knew
With your guards of ardor
I ran from the light
That you called your truth
Unconscious thoughts
Spinning with fire
You forbored the conflict
That you knew as your own

"Keep your mind open so your thoughts are free to explore"

My implacable Existence

Deep from within
I wanted to evince
To relinquish my inhabitants
And bring forth the core of my very foundation
The throng was but a transient illusion
They assuaged my emotions
Wanned my inner thoughts
Molded me into a contrivance
Until i became a mere personification of myself

"Keep your mind open so your thoughts are free to explore"

Wonder Across America

Dreams you can see
Spread about the world
You wistfully think of being free like the birds
Of being able to attribute with the veracious firmanent and all its grandeur
Reposing with the wind
The endeavor of your goals
Freeing your mind
With the glint of the warm light
To muse about............the wonder across america

"Keep your mind open so your thoughts are free to explore"

Impeccable Love

I want a love whom i love more than anything
Our love can take us anywhere we want it to
A love that can soar above the heavens
A love full of laughter, passion, and longing
A love thats unique....and never gets old
But to grow old together
And love each other none the less than
To know that our love can accomplish, acheive, and last
Our love will last us all the years through

"Keep your mind open so your thoughts are free to explore"

-We attract love by the emotions we display; we retain love by the emotions we possess.

-Life gives us time, only love gives it meaning.

-True love is not an addiction, its a virtue. It brings with it not just temporary pleasure, but eternal reward.

-I shed a tear i have not shown. I scream in fear, i cry alone......

"Keep your mind open so your thoughts are free to explore"

Stasis

Corporate sting sublime
Pierces skin to the bone
Toxin flows green eerie glow
Greed and envy start to grow
Souls toil day in day out
For another puppeteer
Who is a puppet but to a puppets tear
Individual lost in the hive
The emperor has new clothes
Beaten down with the fear of loss
Must survive at any cost
Forget who you are
What you know
So another puppet has its clothes

Twisted strands within my mind
Forbidden knowledge blackened stasis bind
Unwind their way through my spine
Body puppet to the mind
Blackened stasis bind
Where dare I go I am blind?
It creeps in my skin my mind
Rip it open release the vines
The weeping willow
It knows true sorrow
Blackened stasis bind
Your body a pustule cocoon for your mind
Squeeze it open see the vines
Writhing worms of decaying mind
Whitened freedom no longer bind

""Veritatem quaere et insaniam inveni""

"We wanted to blast the world free of history.... picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life, and you'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. Jack and the beanstalk, you'll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you'll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles. We'll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what's left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against the bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night."

"Aint flashed a smile in a long while...."

Denial

Wasted
Corrupted
Lost in misery
None can touch her
None can save her.
Her soul is tainted with lies
With denial
Her dreams shattered
Her needs neglected
Her cries ignored
Nobody talks to her except her demons
They closed the door
They called her insane
And laughed at her denial
They said it was her
But she knew
It was them
The beasts with the evil smile
It was them who was wrong
They lost their minds
She could see it in their eyes
She could smell their hidden fear
The world is wrong
She longed to see the earth again
Longed to feel the touch of stolen rain
She was not a liar
It was them
She saw them every night
With insanity lit in their eyes.

I know its crap but it’s a try.

"I have nothing to be proud of today but hopefully tomorrow I will."

It began like yesterday
Tomorrow never comes again
In this world wrapped in the stale blanket of misery
The tears fell from heaven on the stained Christ window panes
On the cars the houses dull streaks of light lethargically falling to earth
What is the point what are we worth blood of Christ blood of man
Blood is just that blood, conspiracy, heresy, stone me…..

""Veritatem quaere et insaniam inveni""

We thought, for one instant, we forgot our gun
We forget, for one instant, when the gun gets cocked.

"Aint flashed a smile in a long while...."

fairyboy....i like your poetry very much, have you ever thought about sending it to a publisher?

"we are the music makers, and we, are the dreamers of dreams"

primal ooz dripping down,
from scattered gray clouds,
cascading from branches,
tumbling off leaves,
on to unsuspecting heads,
causing alarm,
disgusted faces,
delayed reactions,
in relizing the acidic nature of it's contents,
before they're skin peels,
layer upon layer of epidermis,
falling away from flesh,
exposing raw nerves,
and dry bone,
before the sunset can ease the pain,
and bring the relife of the cooling night air,
replenishing the fluid loss,
and replaceing the wounded flesh.

"we are the music makers, and we, are the dreamers of dreams"

summer night (watching children)


fireflies are fancy little lightening flashes,
spreading wonder and glow through suburben streeets,
the children all collect them,
keep them in a jar,
pull their wings off,
and use them as paint,
their guts glow on the side walk,
like a tiny star scratched on pavement,
giving no thought to their pain,
the fact that your crushing their life,
isn't it ironic that we capture something,
because it is beautiful,
then kill it for the same reason,
spreading it's beautiful light,
it's life,
on the ground.......

"we are the music makers, and we, are the dreamers of dreams"

I am war I am pain I am all you ever slain I am tear's in your eyes I am guilt I am lies.

"What\\\\\\\'s up ?"

rancidkitty, i really like your summer night poem.

"Crap. I lost my watch, now I'm lost in time."