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Deconstruction
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 shook 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
Shut inDon’t mock me, or block me
from taking my stance;
A pity, the city
is caught in a trance.

If only the lonely--
the rich and the poor,
Admit it, we did it!
By shutting our door.

I’d doubt it, without it,
We’d crumble in ruin;
Still, steady, already
forgot what we’re doin’,

We chide the society
for shutting us in--
When really, the “silly”
was us to begin.
No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old

You laugh at me
I’m always wrong
Your great friendship
Didn’t last long

I’m your friend
But you’re not mine
My hug is cold
You’ve 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?
this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust

so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies

that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?

so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly

and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown

not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game

and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'

but i got to ask
Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Tantalizingly preventing
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...
Paint the Worlddon't plant your soul deep underground,
only your fears will sprout.
let it soar in the blue sky high,
let it turn you inside-out.

seed the clouds grey and white,
and the colors will rain on down.
dip your brush in puddles wide,
or dance is your drab gown.
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.

Death

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

Life

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.
The
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
Chasing hidden light
Water rolls off of pristine petals
Far beyond the beauty of moist metals

The organic life fighting for the outside
Wanting a life the cage seems to hide

Customary blooms of a sacred nature
Alloy of a colder nomenclature

But beauty always finds a way
No matter the sunlight given through the day

To brake the bonds of a confined space
A battle so many in life have faced

Yet like a broke heart that only wants to decay
The side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.
Awake in my ExistenceLive through others in your proxy
You challenge existence without noises
The only thing you cannot fathom
Is the wakening of your boredom

Awake a life full of illusions
Crave for another lost sweet union
On a realm of cruel destruction
You whisper words of guilt and nonreaction

The frame of death float on your life
Not another hope for the lost souls
Desire, joy in your cortex will subscribe
Stand up choices who belong mentally yours.
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 RemembranceDon’t look back in your past
When you believe the hope is lost;
Your reality is fiction for your brother,
Some things are always destined for the others

The anxiety will hold you in the mist
The loss of words, to reach the summer’s feast,
In hopeful rush you cross the mounds of skulls
To pierce the future who’s waiting for your call

Action and movement seen through dirty lenses
Broken thoughts expecting in defensive,
An inside sorrow to banish it from sight
Unfolded by black magic deeper in the night

Revisit all the moments seen in your strangest life
Recall the memories in which you try to dive,
Do not believe the hope f
DreamsWhat are dreams?

Are they glimpses of life between the seams?

The stitches unraveled and loose,

Bent and slumped over like an obtuse,

Reality torn completely apart,

Hearing now the voice of your heart,

Whispering,

Telling you sweet fables,

Allowing you to feast at its tables,

Changing words into sight,

Inspiring you for life’s fight,

Maybe we aren’t listening,

Deaf and blind yet whistling,

Speaking,

Yet we do not hear,

Entertaining us yet we do not cheer,

Appealing to us but we do not budge,

Ignoring its gentle nudge,

Until it’s repeating itself,

Comfortably lodged on your mind’s shelf,

Shouting,

Burni
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-IOUS - 2003
Now that I'm standing still
I'm delirious
The rush of blessed form, you can't
be serious.
Trying hard to keep my eyes on
The mysterious
The tender days gone past, the speed
Was furious.
But the gentle in your eyes left
Me delirious.
Shadow Stabbing - 2003
Half sick of shadows
I am twice more than that,
I think them wretched and twisted and cruel
With their weavings and writhing
And hiding their face,
Please shadows decide on a form!
Spying and hiding up in your tree,
Spectre of haunting dread to me
Creeping behind in the valley and ditch
Swirling and twirling deep in the black
Of the lack in the light of your face!
I hasten my pace; I dart with my eyes,
You the relentless, mocking me, spy!
I'll take flight to the wood,
I'll rush through the brush,
Just to loose you who abuse
And batter and taunt, I'll fight you
And give you the struggle you want!
Then we'll see, my dear sha
Conceived - 2003
I am dead when I am born
Sucked of life by you alone
The part of me and all my essence
When the first of me was known

My maker deftly melded me
Not from wood or bone or clay
But the sorrowed, hollow sinew
On a cold and haunted day.

My time was never meant to live
My life was always meant to be
My own is what you make of it
Me the short, - unknown - story
Non Verus - 2003
To see with blinding clarity
To speak with muted lips;
To touch with deadened nerves
And gather pleasure where it drips.

To be refused to know the known
Yet keep the fleeting mind;
To seek and not be sought in turn
To loose and know to never find.
In the loss is found the gain
Of knowing joy in bitter pain.
It's beautifully grotesque
And it's a liberating chain.
10 - 2003
The green fused
With the city beats
Bears not in mind
The disharmonious,
disenchanted
dismember
Feel I expect
To hear, rather
The beats flow,
Bound, ripple in and out
With the loud bass of
The unnatural.
Minstrel birds sing
Delight to monotonic
Engines, interloping
On a bare scene of nothing ness
I expect them to stand out

But instead I find an assimilated harmony I find wholly
   disrupting.
Wizened - 2003
My sadder, wizened princess,
Drawing landscapes far and wide
Pulling lines and warping edges
From the margins far and wide

She looks upon the form, the feel
And peers in deeply by and by;
She coaxes what is not and real
From margins by and by.

Now see her poring over
Shattered lines and crooked rows
Suspending disbelief forever
On the margins crooked rows.

Ignoring all the world around
From truth both far and wide
Though that, I doubt I've ever found,
For her I'll walk the margins far and wide.

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"A Fever"

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A stream from the peak like an avalanche
falls with silence to stand in glorious stance.
A foal in starry forests rustles mute
leaf in red gardens, unsure of his route.
I, at two coppice gates stand, the stream whose
journey came to the red garden to choose
the rich, infinite soil of other shores
or the land of my blood and endless doors.
I have stood in statue expectation,
waiting for avian heralds in the sun
to guide my feet to righteous destiny.
Alas, I think that path has fled from me.
     Hark, now! Swift comes the herald to a new
     path of stone, hid by vines, travelled by few.
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A sonnet written after waking from a fever.
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~unereveur Apr 9, 2005
Endless doors. I have a project in mind, that involving taking photographs of doors. So many, No Exit- Danger Beyond this Point - Smoking Permitted Behind this DOor Only - Do Not Enter - Open 9 am to 5 pm only.... You get the picture. :D


I wonder where the path that is hid by vines, traveled by few will take this person who is at such a cross roads searching for their true path in life. Avian hearlds in the sun are as good a guide as any. Life can be so confusing at times, lost with no idea where to go. Which would be better? No easy answers.
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~Skriver Apr 9, 2005   Writer
True enough.

This actually stems from a real hallucination I had after a real fever.

That one is a CRAZY story some time, maybe I'll tell it.

OK, I will for sure.
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~unereveur Apr 9, 2005
I will be looking forward to hearing it. :D
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~Guth1 Apr 3, 2005
This is good, however im not used to reading poems like you write them, which doesnt diminish, sometimes i just get a little confused on your meaning, however, im tired and not really in a huge interpreting mood.
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~Skriver Apr 3, 2005   Writer
And I'm vague most of the time, so the confusion is understood.
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*jahg Apr 3, 2005  Professional Writer
I'm unfamiliar with the word gradens, is that my error? And I believe chosse on line six should be choose, I think.

A nice flow, perhaps I'm too familiar of the iambic pentameter, the rhythm of this feels off in some places making my reading of it difficult. A sonnet always seems to me to want to be read aloud, but I stumbled over the phrasing here. Particularly the I at two coppice gates component.

Do I also count too many syllables in line two?

I'm a big fan of sonnets, having written so few myself, so I'll be interested in seeing a polished version of this.

Regards,

James
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~Skriver Apr 3, 2005   Writer
Thanks for pointing that out.

I often forget where grammar should go, and spelling mistakes happen when I'm in a hurry.

Thanks for the input, very helpful.
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