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Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shake their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown
To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?
The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?
Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?
If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.
But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.
Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se
What IfYou try to mold me into whatever you desire
But what if I don't want to be like you?
What if I want to be my own person?
What if I want to make my own choices
And not be spoon-fed like a newborn?
I want to be my own person,
But you take me like batter and try to turn me into what you want
Not what I want to do in life,
What I want to accomplish
You call me weak
You say I'll never survive in the 'real' world
But what if I want to go my own way?
You call me a baby
Just an infant
Who wouldn't last
But I'm ready now, and it's my life
You say you're there to guide me
But you're getting in my way
Of living my life
An Elegy to the ObjectRest your grey swans, your winter is over;
Their songs delight the fruitless heath.
Alas! The country wizened drover
Grants his good wife your dying wreath.
And all things bear my homespun sheath
In which you sleep as you depart,
And all I have I did bequeath
To you: the object of my art.
Yet, still your rotting soul does impart
A whisper through the bolted casements in me,
And I for one, must have a cold, cold heart
To beleive you lived for my elegy.
Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.
Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.
Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.
In her life there is so much strife
Over such trivial matters that mortals fight over
Money, power, looks and lovers
No one cares to give her a fair chance
In death there is a release
Eternal slumber and peace
The world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeat
Yes, in your life there are quarrels
and people choose possessions over you.
But remember your little sister who looks up to you.
Your mother who held you through your child hood.
No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old
You laugh at me
Im always wrong
Your great friendship
Didnt last long
Im your friend
But youre not mine
My hug is cold
Youve crossed the line
I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end
How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...
if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.
if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.
when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.
could you say goodbye to yesterday?
For a moment, I thought of youWatching as the rain fall now
Listening as the world crumbles around
Waiting for a better tomorrow
Filled with joy and a little less sorrow
Rebuilt from the ground up
Sometimes I feel fed up
Surrounded by the memories
Of the day your heart left me
Echos fill an empty room
Sitting alone in my own gloom
Tears trickle down my face
My dreams were crushed in this old place
Shadows follow me as I walk
I swear to God these walls can talk
Pictures of you are all facing down
And I find myself pacing around
Flashes of thought fill my mind
I sit down, fast-forward, and rewind
Nothing can fill this void
I advert my gaze but I can't avoid
All in Good Time Look, as the seed falls down into the garden.
Freshly tilled awaiting for its crop
Remaining anxiously, we were bidden
Waiting until the fruit was ready to drop
How long, we ask, how long till they mature?
Surely you won’t be demanding of our time?
So many hours, days, weeks and years we must endure!
To ensnare us here must be a doubtless crime.
A multitude did leave without another word
Even as the sapling did begin to grow
This waiting game, they claimed, was quite absurd
How could something good come from something so slow?
Alone, I did harvest the fruit when it was in its prime.
All the best things grow with patience
Liar, LiarLiar, Liar
dirty worthless liar
You dare call yourself a Christian?
You may proclaim the Word
but your tongue betrays your heart
your shame chains you like a caged bird
dirty, worthless liar
Have you gotten your fill?
Have the consequences met you yet?
How much longer will this go on?
When will you learn that you lost the bet?
dirty, worthless liar
Has truth ever left your lips?
Your heart is cold and dark
No ear is safe from your false tales
You cry out your dishonesty as a wild lark
dirty, worthless liar
You lie about work
You lie about rest
you lied about why
You failed that test
Reinhard's CrimeThe blonde man sits serene
In his easy rocking chair
Eyes fixed on a manic, far future.
A collar creaseless and hangman high
Under an adler nose and bright blue eyes
A handsome face o'er a madman's frame.
Swords swing and sing
In a morning full of futures
Each one monstrous and grand.
The screams in Bohemia
Echo around a dead village
That not even maps acknowledge.
ShadeThe bird spreads its wings
Without reserve it sings
Towards the sun it soars
Casting its own silhouette
So grand and to my eyes it roars
I am only a shadow in the shade
Here I exist and blend so perfectly into the world
Wonders of the man-made
Artificial hearts that save lives
Or do they only prolong suffering
Fear of death like dull knives
So I step into the light
And in the blinding moment
I finally regain my sight
CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free
My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away
What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me
what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirring
Inside of me
I struggle from it
But I cant break free
Horrors are abundantly
I lose all I ever held dear
Fading from this world that grows
As my mind wanders with shadows
Peace is something foreign to me
A life of hardships is what I lead
I never seem to be enough
Who thought love would be so tough
Broken mirrors and picture frames
Somehow it is all I blame
I know that something more is left
Other than a quiet death
A surrender, A return to sender
I've been on a bender
And I cant seem to stop these tears
From ringing every fear I have
Bringing it to light and then
Making them my only friend
Braking what little I love
The Art of Telling the TruthThe truth is worth it's weight in gold,
whose weight can be
a cruel oppressive gavel
in the hands of a child,
soundly and innocently crushing
the heads of moles in a cat and mouse game.
The truth like any metal can be made
into an artful weapon of war,
ornately crafted with finely cut gems,
gilded and engraved with lines
that accentuate a hair thin edge,
whose use is likely to be in, a silent assassination
Whether a crude bludgeon
or decorated blade,
the truth should be wielded
with a deft tongue and mindful tact,
like skillful hands;
free of wasted movement
that strikes without malice or hate.
The highest art in truth
Mining for MeaningI don't know what to write about.
The lesson was to write
from where I stand,
devour the world with my dark eyes,
and like molten metal
let it flow out from my hand.
From pen to tip
on blank white page
into something worth its weight.
To prospect my life
and discover the place,
where thoughts run like gilded veins.
Mine my thoughts with a diggers axe
and smelt them into words of worth.
I don't know why it is,
that I am playing alchemist
instead of mining in my mind
the thoughts and feelings that I have.
I've taken my lead, the pencil tip,
and failed to make gold of it.
Here I am.
I find that I am back again,
searching the mine in the
Want Some Cocoa?The sound of your voice echoes
in the halls of my head.
That warm rich sound
tinged with a bit of sugar
dances off the walls, and hauntingly
pulls me into the past.
A past like bitter sweet quicksand,
swirling the way the instant cocoa
you loved so much,
did in my over sized porcelain mugs.
At the bottom of this mug
of chocolate powdered memories,
my thoughts of you swim
like bubbly eyed goldfish
made of marshmallow creaminess.
Slowly I rise
on streams of sweet steam
like ethereal butterflies
and find myself where I began;
staring into my over sized mug
ThanksI just stopped by to say thanks.
Thanks for the goodbye you never gave.
Thank you for the days you took away.
Thanks for nights that mean nothing now.
Thanks for taking and then leaving.
I really want to say thank you.
Thank you for reminding me I'm lonely.
Thanks for reminding me how easy I am replaced.
Thanks for making me feel like I was real
and then dashing that dream.
I really wish the best for you.
I wish you all the best and more.
You who mean the world to me,
thank you for it all.
I WalkWalking through the darkness
in my headlamp's glow
I only look ahead.
A single beam of light
like a hole cut in the black
illuminates my path.
The stars laugh mockingly,
unyielding their light
to my muddied walk.
One day sleepless
and the first day of class,
I only look ahead.
My eyes are sentinels,
hallucinating that light which
illuminates my path.
I have walked, though weary
resigned to the struggle,
to my muddied walk.
Remember to BreatheFalling into the deep and the gloom
A sudden shock wave of cold
Her lungs burning speak of her doom
But to fear she refuses to fold
Clawing in space for something to grab
Up towards the light in her eyes
Near death her hand makes a stab
Survival her ultimate prize
From the ice she pulls herself up
But she leaves her mortal sheath
Crumbling back into the deadliest cup
She forgot to remember to breathe
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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