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Love Is...Love Is...
Is not just a word
Not just an emotion
Love is a whole experience
A new, seldom truly discovered world
It reveals its many splendours in the hearts
Of those in Love
Neither she nor I could realize this
Until that moment came to us
Once it came
We desired to be nowhere else
Ode to TranquilityOde to Tranquility
Let there be a moment-a moment-
When I can hear my thoughts
When I can listen to my heart
For the misguided masses around me
Spread their empty confusion
Like a quilt o'er the land
Smothering the serenity
They fear the silence
They think silence means death
Do they know that the dead are happy?
They lie below in tranquility
Leaving behind their cares
Oh, let there be a moment
When I can sit or lie like them
To my vision, at any rate
The kind of fool addicted
To the most dangerous things
Is the kind who never contemplates
The certain risks of his addiction
Or the dangers it brings
Every carton of cigarettes warns
Smoking will hurt the lungs and heart
But the fool never stops
Until "death does him part"
Let me stop at his grave one day
To write a word or two
Upon his headstone vividly
"fools are what fools do"
You may be sure
If he smokes, he drinks cheap liquor too
Seldom is the fool who has only one bad habit
They usually have at least two
And some drink to a stupor and beat thir poor wives.
Their open mouths suck out my soul
As their eyes gape ignorantly ahead
I come forward to challenge their point of view
They cannot follow me
Every age and every faith
'Just gets twisted round some other way'
Only those like me can ever know
What the founders really said
'Temples should be houses of prayer'
Not for the likes of what I see
My eyes may no longer open
To behold the truth when it dawns
Backing the WorldBacking the World
Olympus bade him back a load;
Quite a load 't was.
The two hemispheres that make our world;
But he had to obey.
That was more than a century past;
And today I feel the same.
Till I will be left to my rest,
At the end of all my days.
Back the world upon these shoulders? Why?
I am not so strong as I was then.
I have enough to do in my time;
Must I bear the burdens of other men?
"I am NOT Atlas. Go find another."
The Fate of..The Fate of..
People ask the fate of this world
TV speaks about democracy
There is trouble aplenty with credit cards
That is not what worries me
The world will end
Everything will end in its time
The fate of LOVE in this world
Is the only thing that weighs on my mind
I cannot predict the fate of Love
That depends upon whoever feels it.
I have loved Puabi for ages, maybe
Because I know that she needs it
On and on until Eternity
What is not material may last
My eyes have seen things come and go
Perhaps only Love will pass the test
Darkness at the Road's EndDarkness at the Road's End
Long, long have I walked this road
I believed that I knew where it ends
Still I walked and I walked
Scarcely I thought I would be weary
Voices around my dcause their aching
Sundry souls without a care who stop to stare
Cause my old heart re this road will ento breaking
And day or night my old eyes are tearing
Yet through their tears I see well
Where this road will end
In the darkness laid there
By souls who seldom care
Written WordChildren of the written word
You wield in your minds, voices and fingers
The weaponry you need to fight for truth
In your minds, the ideas
In your voices, the ways to speak your minds
In your fingers, the tools to record them
Stand up and shout out for truth
Fight against the tyranny of evil
Don't sit back while darkness spreads its filth
Address the night as it is
And hand out forgiveness where it is due
For words of passion and love will endure
Rise, oh warriors of truth
Narrate all you can, oh storytellers
Be observant and watchful, oh poets
Let your diction be your sword
As children of the written word, be strong
And spread your words like a raging wildfire
I AmI am
Lonely, confused, hurting
Tired of fighting
That I am not myself
I am the faceless waste of my influences
That I obey the media like a god
And society like a saint
That I am one of the crowd
I do what is expected
What is wanted and what is told
Even when I know it is wrong
That I cannot think
I am a walking machine
That has given up freedom and thought
For the sake of a simpler life
That I hate based on color
On sex and religion
Unless it is popular
To say I love instead
That I am a murderer
A thief and a scoundrel
I witnessed the greatest crimes of our time
And stood by in silent admiration
That I hated because they told me to
I killed because I wanted to
And lied because I could
But worse, I let others do the same
That I'd do anything they'd allow
And everything they'd want
That I prefer to hate myself
Then for them to hate me
All this I confess
ObsessionYou are my obsession.
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
*Life Transcended*Immortal poet
Endowed with eternal voice
Life lived on the page.
Angel of RiddlesI asked an angel,
Cloaked in black,
"Tell me that which I don't know."
Scrawled in white letters
Across his back,
Was, "Everywhere you need to go."
I asked the angel,
Face of red,
"Where do secrets dark reside?"
Scribbled in white,
On his forehead,
Was, "Below the scars on bleeding hide."
I asked the angel,
Eyes pure blue,
"Whisper to me Eden's song."
In the whites
of his eyes,
Read, "For the righteous must be strong."
I asked the angel,
Naked and white,
"Why speak in riddles I can't hear?"
Words of black replaced his shape.
Lipstick markings on a mirror.
Only MeWhat would it feel like,
To just disappear.
You wouldn't know,
If you just weren't here.
There is no feeling,
Because you can't feel.
You can't interpret.
You just aren't real.
It's so lonely here,
Where you used to be.
I look around,
But it's only me.
I can't breathe no moreThe whispering wind drops off memories on the road
Smells of winter.
Foggy trees, hidden flowers, fleeting scenery, everything blurs
The maze of my brain.
Shivering as if I was drunk with grief
Human wreck stares at me, hollow gaze
My past lives are hung on the wall of oblivion
Reborn from grief.
Eternal darkness reign above me, on this oppressive night
Snows of coal.
The image of your grave stuck in my head
As dead as you.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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