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Sonnet XXIINight and day I have yearned for day and night;
Now two apostles greet my early eye,
Awakens dawn with charms of evening's sprite
And eve will dawn with dawn's serrated spy;
The wily weed will ornament the leaf,
The prideful leaf will grace each petal bare
And though a jennelise plays envy's thief,
A weed devised measure for beauty's share.
Where dwells a prize in priceless thoughts and mull?
What joys allow repose once left behind?
Is that gray partridge spiritless and dull
Flat meat before it meets the meaty mind?
All happiness of man can only sway
In tides of tomorrow and yesterday.

A LIVING DREAMWhat is life? And pray tell what is death?
What is the mystery confounded and subtle?
Is it like the wind blowing on a withered arm?
Or a veritable prison for the promethean heart?

Empty hopes shackled by faithless nooses
A mercurial mind conditioned by miasmic hues
This veil cannot be of beauty born
Fading with the faintest of winds

Of Knowledge they loudly speak
The rains of time quickly drown it
Where then is there any comfort
Living in the recesses of a shadow

If life is but a razors edge
Then death is but a withered arm
The vision of a darkened dream
Asleep to reality, awake to delusion

A LieI never lie
I never cry
When someone leaves
I can say goodbye

Everyone knows
That I can let go
I don’t cling
Or let my feeling show

My heart won’t race
I am tight laced
So cool and calm
See my straight face?

My emotions I hide
All my tears have dried
And if you can’t tell
The truth is I lied

Welcome The LightI am cold and alone,
No relief in sight,
The ground is solid and grey,
I can't move try as I might.

The frozen cold seeps in
Taking its' hold,
Permeating frost through my veins,
My heart grows cold.

I feel this is the end,
I am resigned to my fate,
I close my eyes tight,
Hoping to sleep before it is too late.

But as I start to drift off,
I feel something strange,
The warmth and the glow,
Of something far away.

It begs of me to awaken,
To breath in once more,
To uproot my feet,
Like I have done before.

To take a deep breath
And breath in the sweetness
To look in wonder,
A relief from the dark vagueness.

So I open my eyes,
And welcome the

Sometimes, when my life is all black and blue
And my actions are food for thought
I whisper a plea, and forget about Me
By becoming a person I'm not

When you're not who you are, the world is flat
And the sky is dumped into the sea
Where everything's mine, but the rhythm of Time
'Til I'm forced to once more become Me

The sun hurts my eyes, and the trees are too tall
The words they speak feel like a slap
The pain is much stronger; it lasts so much longer
And I'm caught like a fly in a trap

Sometimes, when I whisper to rescue myself
I glance at the room down the hall
My worries are there, but I try not to care
Like the friend you

PERCEPTIONIn victory there is defeat
In joy there is sorrow
In perfection there is imperfection
In love there is hate
In wisdom there is stupidity
Everything is measured against the other
Within the confines of perception
Right becomes wrong
Dark becomes light
The limitless becomes limited
In the compounded vision
Reality gives birth to ignorance
Experience gives way to speculation
The known becomes unknown
In the great irony of things
The free become shackled
Truth becomes illusion
Such is the plight of the spirit.

Writers Block.A blank canvas
A blank page
A burning desire
Followed by rage
A block from thought
A writers remorse
I should have taken
A writers coarse
A hint of pain
Nothings' remain
A taste of sorrow
A better tomorrow
Everything's ok
A spark
A flame
A thought
A fire
A burning desire
A smooth motion
A skin lotion
A sarcastic notion
A vast ocean
And everything's going to be alright
Because I've found my muse
And I'll hold it tight.
I promise muse
I'll never let go
For I've missed you
More than you may ever know

ForgottenSilent

Beneath the tree

The old man waits alone.

Lost of purpose, soon forgotten

He is a storybook--the legacy

Shushed by weary disinterest,

He sits long-defeated.

The legend is

Silent.

You Can't Keep Us DownYou stole my smile away from me
Just like you have done with so many others
You drowned my hope in your sea
Filled with the tears of the others you've smothered

My will was gone when you came
My sanity stolen by a few spoken words
You thought that it would give you fame
And that logic is still absurd

You almost took away my life
But others came and gave it back
They took away the knife
And they helped me seal the cracks

You might think that I was weird
But some people like me because of that
I got your name cleared
And, yet, you still act like a little brat

Don't come to me and try to be my friend
I can never forgive you for my insanity
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Once more into the fray...Once more into the fray...
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and die on this day...
Live and die on this day...

Don't Hold Your BreathI’m still here,
I fight day after day.
Yes I’m still here,
Wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sure I could give in,
Oh, I could just die.
But why would I give you that pleasure
When I can still reach the skyline

Bring me that sun,
Bring me the stars as well.
I’m never going to rest,
Until this worlds all gone to hel.

And even then.
Don’t hold your breath.

Now TrendingTrending: Romance
The skies lark, pristine and golden
Stirring to life those fortunately unbroken
Hopefulness breeds, like a fiendish youth
Rife with a hunger so savage and uncouth

Trending: Ease
Nestled beneath your heavy elation
Solitude spawns its heavenly sensation
Tracing your walls with sinful desperation
You’re body churns, full on jubilation

Trending: Strength
She strides with certainty boiling within
Brandish a solace, which knows no twin
How she braves the crude, and callously bold
As a luminous wander, carving gallantly through the cold

Trending: Dreams
Our own we hold
Trickling into clarity the less we fold
Fire

The Other RealmJune 14, 2013

I seem to cross the other realm a lot
and turn the knob between dividing doors.
Revealing what the mind has left to rot
and dwell beneath our epidermic pores.

A world of dreams that touch the deepest cores
allowing us to take the might of Gods.
To stop a bullet in religious wars
or be the first to shoot from metal rods.

To jump a cliff and then defy the odds
or fly away with powers of the birds.
To walk a city full of floating pods
predicting futures like a prophets words.

And all of this in dreams I never keep
inside a realm that opens when I sleep.

My subjective glass of wine.I recall a man I saw today
He told me how he loved to play
His six string every single day
And this wine tastes bitter.

I read about another man
Who today finished his ten year plan
He regaled the day it all began
My god this wine is bitter.

Many memories insist
Of list after unfinished list
I can't forget that they exist
Why is this wine so bitter?

Heavy upon me these thoughts weigh
So I grab my guitar and drift away
And lose myself as I just play
I admit this wine's not that bitter.

A Little Life ReminderA Little Life Reminder

Sometimes we need reminders
Of all that we have done
The life we lived, the dreams we had
The friends that we have won

Sometimes we need to sit and think
Of everything we’ve seen
Of all the people we have loved
And everything we’ve been

Because through all the busyness
The work, the joy, the pain
The struggles, hope, and sorrow
And the things we strive to gain

Sometimes it’s easy to forget
Just what we’re living for
And we often start to wonder
If it’s worth it anymore

So take a bit of quietude
To ponder what I say:
It’s your choices that have brought you
To where you are today

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Behind the watching eyes that talk
A thousand red computers squawk
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It's Wise to be Polite

by ~Inordinate, Sep 6, 2005, 5:57:23 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Let me introduce you to
The man who pays your wages and
Collects when all your bills are due and
Tried to start a rubber band and

Laughs at all your crappy jokes and
Files his teeth down to the point and
Flicking fingers poking spokes an
Oil can for every joint and

Let me introduce you to
That lovely girl who takes your cheques and
Calls her girlfriend Crazy Sue and
Drops the anchor, swabs the decks and

Plays her earring back and forth
Between her fingers heavy lids and
Sets her compass North by North but
She's at auction; no one bids

And if these two forget-me-nots
Bump asses in the shopping queue well
See if where they touch they rot
Their latching knuckles turning blue

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It's Wise to be Politeby ~Inordinate

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poetry! i'm lazy. but i think this one is ok. Thoughts, y'all?

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~killthemouse Sep 7, 2005

I like this enough to give it a +fav. And I don't click that button without a long internal agument.

I don't know why I like it so, though. I just do.

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~Inordinate Sep 7, 2005 Student

Alright, cool. I don't mind creating inexplicable favourable impressions. Cheers, man. Appreciated.

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!Grallian Sep 6, 2005

« She's at auction; no one bids » fav!

I can ear a song in here, very quick and angry! cool, cool, cool! congrats!

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~Inordinate Sep 6, 2005 Student

Thankyou very much for the fav and for your support! I'm glad you liked it!

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~Inordinate Sep 7, 2005 Student

Thanks! It's support like that that keeps me writing! Cheers.

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!Grallian Sep 7, 2005

no prob! I can relate to your writing, it's very truthful and agressive. I like it.

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