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Hot Day

A steady hum vibrating one constant low
Surrounding me in tiny hummingbird beats
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

The fuzzy sound vibrates on pulsed in it’s drones
All vision blurs dimly in dark shadowed heat
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

The yellow window’s shade drawn down indigo
Gaze at it’s outline, with my hands on my feet
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

My round Papasan chair of plush wicker holds
My languid form as I relax there complete
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

Within the dark, my lap cat’s bright green eyes glow
I’m clothed only in my silhouette’s repeat
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

Reflect in beta waves of calm peace I know
On blue walls, my fairy outline shifts and beats
A steady hum vibrating one constant low
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow




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Night Stalker

Within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright
shadows twist obsidian trees torment,
the cypress writhe in blood moon’s bright delight.

The hunter hides his nascent lust for might 
and so the doe flees by man’s bow unbent,  
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.
	
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight,
bedevil not the finer soul, repent,
the destined deed, must feed, man’s plight.

With deadly skill, fletched shaft sheers frosty night.
The horned hart does fall in wonderment, 		
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.

And torment flows in drops of crimson sight,
distorting right and light with man’s intent.
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight

Into the holy water blood rings light
for life is all and death is but dissent, 
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright,
the cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight.




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My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.


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Truly Live

I feel the need to truly live soon
once again in limbo caught in a rut
destiny down the way sings a new tune.

Upon a time, I stared dreamily at the moon
wishing on I knew not exactly what
I feel the need to truly live soon.

Though much too late I broke out of my cocoon
to my life struggle has been much
destiny down the way sings a new tune.

Zestful and to sadness I've become immune
connected with reality and fully in touch
I feel the need to truly live soon.

Finally liberated and naturally wary of loons
they ruined the best part of my days, but
destiny down the way sings a new tune.

A perpetual optimist still full of dreams and such
A determined realist ready to celebrate with balloons
I feel the need to truly live soon
destiny down the way sings a new tune.


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What was His Name

Pondering past loves in the dim light of age,
the memories float upward, smiles engage sounds.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Blindfolded, he lifted me and reality disengaged.
The sound of the harmonica swept all around.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

A serenade planned, the empty ice-rink re-staged,
I was placed in the sweet spot, I drowned in the sound.  
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

Once unmasked, I tumbled to his arms, my eyes glazed  
like Ophelia sinking on love's waves to drown.
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.

Oh, the places he took me, my senses ablaze
in sunlight, in moonlight, in starlight, un-gowned. 
Pondering past loves in the dim light of age.
Ah, what was his name that handsome man from the stage?

 


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Soul of the night

Have I looked upon the darkest hour 
Cluelessly cleansing, experience dire 
Renewed regret, taste of the flower

Cunning clever concoctions, now sour 
Triggering a transformation by fire
Have I looked upon the darkest hour

With witty wings I flew, now I cower 
Restless reasoning, ready to inquire
Renewed regret, taste of the flower

Tantalizing temptation takes power 
Honestly only one thing that I desire 
Have I looked upon my darkest hour

Written rhythm and rhyme I scour 
Savvy sayings of saints, I don't tire 
Renewed regret, taste of the flower

A blundering bluntness as I devour 
Wicked witchcraft have I called sire 
Have I looked upon the darkest hour
Renewed regret, taste of the flower

Penned 2/5/2013 by Wayland Bunch II

did this on phone so harder to see errors, which after checking barely today 2/13/13 were a lot lol, thanks guys for not mentioning them lol.


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A poet's need

Poetic flesh transparent to the bone
heart on a sleeve, emotions on display
they find a world that has much to atone.

Verbal skills and persuasiveness to hone,
arguments to champion, minds to sway,
poetic flesh transparent to the bone.

Eliciting bright laughter; anguished moan,
a message of humanity to say
phrases that may find his ears alone.

Humanity can have a heart of stone
much selfishness and cruelty on display
poetic flesh transparent to the bone.

Seeds of homespun sanity to be sown
solutions verbalized in his own way
phrases that may find his ears alone.

Of speakers there are plenty time has shown
and listening's a skill that's gone astray
phrases that may find his ears alone,
poetic flesh transparent to the bone.


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Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right


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Levitate

This is a day for separation
allow a stillness to unfold
in solitude, the revelation

sees above expectation
of what we are forever told
this is.  A day for separation

from hesitance and trepidation
within the sharply shattered mold
of solitude, the revelation

of wisdom, silence’s fascination
and what we will forever hold
“this is a day”.  For separation

yields conscious manifestation
we nearly lost within this fold
of solitude.  The revelation

brings onset of alteration:
forever fear, frighteningly bold!
This is a day for separation
in solitude (the revelation).


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As The Mist That Rides The Waves

As mist that rides the waves
My love clings to just You
Only your love I crave

You the only who saves
Constant  your love as dew
As mist that rides the waves

Telling your love in phrase
Day by day to a few
Only your love I crave

For each day on his stave
My musical notes drew
As the mist rides the waves

My right to hell did waive
The sentence he totally threw
Only your love I crave

For you did call me from grave
Transformation I flew
As the mist rides the waves
Only your love I crave


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Pursuit of the Impossible that Leads to Discovery

Why do I visit here, it’s mostly for self-reflection
First through my reading , that I’m able to explore
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

This not possible, but I still do tedious inspection
Over time I do notice that I am better than before
Why do I visit here, it's mostly for self-reflection

This pursuit does require the very finest selection
Time passes, less and less never more and more
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

Although not attainable there are many a detection
New truths revealed, I’m a kind in a candy store
Why do I visit here, it's mostly for self-reflection

What I read, what I write, in me it causes reaction
Patience I didn’t have before, allows me to endure
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

Many reading this might react with some rejection
What does your soul and mind ask you to implore
Why do I visit here, mostly it’s for self-reflection
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

penned 2/3/2013 by Wayland Bunch


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The Flames Of Love

I feel the flames of love ignite, Burning me to my very core, As it blazes on into the night; Deep in my heart I know it’s right, I’ve never felt like this before; I feel the flames of love ignite; Sweat glistens in the fire light, And my senses tingle for what’s in store, As it blazes on into the night; Your kisses on my skin, alight; It leaves me begging for more and more, I feel the flames of love ignite; My passion drives me to my height, And in fervor we explore, As it blazes on into the night; We can’t hold back now anymore, In unison our bodies soar; I feel the flames of love ignite, As it blazes on into the night.
~ For Catie's Villanelle Me Contest~


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Where the Wind Blows-- Achetez Villanelle


Billowing winds, whisk me away
Lift me up where wishes kiss dreams,
then lay me where sand hugs sun rays

Cantankerous self lurched each day,
‘til abysmal waters drowned screams
Nothing but black, swimming in clay…

Billowing winds, whisk me away
on my own though, save for bright gleams
hope in phosphorescence, glow spray

Following sparks, shrugging dismay
I swam where they went, my light beams
Against currents, struggling away

Then lay me where sand hugs sun rays,
I know I’m pushing the extremes—
To feel light, this is what I pray
I won’t stop ‘til I reach the bay

Billowing winds, whisk me away
then lay me where sand hugs sun rays





0717-07182011


**haha! Finally got around to writing this Achetez Villanelle,
Chris Aechtner's own take on the villanelle...

I was challenged to write one from scratch since the other one that 
I wrote was actually an old villanelle of mine which I only converted to
fit Chris' form---

So Chris, here it is! Now you know why I was asking you those words,
from waayyyy back last year O_0 this has been in the back burner for 
soo long, about time that I finally cooked it or something :D

btw, just so you know, the words billowing, cantankerous, lurch, sand, 
and phosphorescence came from Chris without him knowing what I was
using them for :p


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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


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The Fruits of Loneliness

Estrangement is an empty house that brings us loneliness,
mining poems from deep within, a frantic frenzied prayer;
and problems soon confront us that we simply must address.

Tweak the score and rob the store as details you finesse,
the truth is like a putty that you shape instead of share.
Estrangement is an empty house that brings us loneliness,

Wishing not to board upon the hermitage express,
you take a route that’s mannerly and all would think is fair,
and problems soon confront us that we simply must address.

Attempting to be forthright you produce a squalid mess,
thinking that you’ve lost it ALL brings forth an eerie scare.
Estrangement is an empty house that brings us loneliness,

Clinging to your ego you conceive a passive guess,
skirting all around the fact that in your heart you care,
and problems soon confront us that we simply must address.

Being drained and out of synch bring worry and distress,
shrouding soul with ragged cloak of weft and warp despair.
Estrangement is an empty house that brings us loneliness,
and problems soon confront us that we simply must address.


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Portrait of Handsome in his Youth

Euginia Liapich
Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup. 
November 26,2013

Well-powered ideals flowing free
Your Existential ,Passionate search for Truth
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

It being usage rather than TB
Consumption, over-consuming to consume
Well-powered ideals flowing free

On Reminiscence of a Family tree
Upon your life in the Genetic Doom
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

Upon exploring your Artisitic Streak
On cultivating your Poetic Bloom
Well-powered ideals flowing free

Did you for once the future nor Predict
And living with Your unwarranted Gloom
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief

Priorities changes Ideals not as Chief
By moral fall I was overconsumed
Well-powered ideals flowing free
While wallowing in Unacessible Grief


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A Baby Cries

A baby cries for reasons quite unclear; 
The weather vane atop the barn spins round. 
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. 

A comet streaks above but we can't hear, 
Its fiery burn occurs without a sound. 
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear. 

The rocket rises through the atmosphere 
But to the earth are most men ever bound. 
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. 

The cryptic light of winking stars seems near 
Though speed of light serves only to confound; 
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear. 

On earth a broken heart will cause a tear 
To fall upon the richly dampened ground; 
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. 

Three hundred sixty-five completes the year 
As love and life continue to astound; 
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear 
And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. 











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APPREHENSIVE

Justice adjourns in Civil Law. All must hear my voice. I entered the Court Room insecure. I stand as he enters the room. The Judge begins deliberation. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. The injuries I have are the cause of litigation. My pain is stated via face. I entered the Court Room insecure. In God’s speed, I trust. Confidence begins to enter my person. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. Focus on the Defense brings more confidence. I stop self-doubting. I entered the Court Room insecure. The case was heard. The Judge submitted his Opinion and Order. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. An abuse of discretion An error in Law I entered the Court Room insecure. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. ______________________________/ Sponsor: Juli- Michelle Contest Name Rhyme Battle: Round 4 Entry Date: March 09. 2014 Motif: Justice ~This is not a typical Villanelle. A villanelle can be atypical. This villanelle is atypical (not traditional 19 lines) because it has 22 lines (w/o spaces counted) but is perfect to rhyme scheme. Note: However, a villanelle needs no particular meter or line length, so I was free to experiment with the form. Villanelle is terribly obsessive and brings out the emotions of any neurotic writer. ~Please read About This Poem!~


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Alone

The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone


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LOST AND FOUND

To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.
Life falls apart, disintegrates, and dies.
Climb back again. We have an amazing Master.

A man I know lost faith, and his life’s design.
He gave up hope, and took to pity’s resign.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

He broke a heart, a marriage, and kept the kids
But shredded them too, for lack of vision’s skids.
Climb back again.  We have and amazing Master.

His wife forgot her passion for truth’s wild fire,
And wandered, lost, into world’s framed by desire.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

But God was on her case.  He never left her,
And brought her longing heart within His spur.
She climbed back again to her amazing Master.

The tale goes on, for the children need to know
Why father’s fall had made them suffer so, 
Why losing faith is such a great disaster.
Climb back again.  We’ve such an amazing Master.


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Villanelle: If you scoff at the world we live in

Villanelle : If you scoff at the world we live in

If you scoff at the world we live in
   You’ll slip and fall and break your neck
Better bury your bones in between

Seek not our galaxy to win
   For myriads luminous beck
If you scoff at the world we live in 

Each in his solipsistic bin
   Twists and turns and rots without break
Better bury your bones in between

What life there is has locked us within
   With no way out but by mistake
If you scoff at the world we live in

Even safe eutopias spin
   On their dreamers’ axes breakneck
Better bury your bones in between

Ask not if life’s but wanton sin
   The moon also rises by daybreak
If you scoff at the world we live in
   Better bury your bones in between

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013


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Two roads of a twisted fate

I see two roads of a twisted fate
Lying before me like hell's gate
What sins have I done to be forced paths
To suffer such torments of opposing wraths
Down one lies pain in pouring rain
Trying in vain to cleanse the earth's stain
With no notion or idea it's not all in vain
The other lies sin and self gain
Demonic laughter clang with chain as nature rides its lane
With pleasures of flesh and blood flowing on a corrupting plane
So with disdain I pound my brain
As time keeps dripping from my vein
Is it the sins and lust that cover the crust
That I must make meeting before my head bust
Or must I refrain because it's truly insane
For what value can debauchery really contain
Why must I suffer and strain if I can't be vain
How humble can I feign to those who let life drain

I can't take this, it's just not fair
No one lends a hand or care
Not even when I help them
Does a seed of ardor stem

It hurts less and less... so strange
How much less til my thoughts derange

When will the falling water remove pride and fear
When will I see worth when those rainy skies clear
When will restraint and reverence leave
How can I dance with flesh if I must grieve

These paths, they are so twisted
Yet choosing one my mind's insisted
Do I swim upstream against the grain
Or reap the rewards of the slain

Do I fight, or all confide?
To unite, or to divide?


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Chimney's Exhaust

Went to sleep late last night reading poems by Robert Frost
So tired was I that the book slipped and fell then
Stirring in my dreams was visions of chimney's exhaust

The chimney that sparks did fly even though cut off
As in the poem that he wrote " The Kitchen Chimney"
Went to sleep late last night reading poems by Robert Frost

A tale he told of " Brown's Descent or The Willy-Nilly Slide" which he embossed
With Brown carrying the lantern by his side, so
Stirring in my dreams was visions of chimney's exhaust

As in the poem "Evening In A Sugar Orchard" where sparks up chimney glossed
Over the brilliance of the distance stars as I
Went to sleep late last night reading poems by Robert Frost

As the poem "Love And A Question" of the bride by the fire engrossed
And of the "Old Man's Winter Night" as the log fell in the stove brought to
Stirring in my dreams was visions of chimney's exhaust

From the fire that once burned in the hearth
And now to sleep it seems to have gone
Went to sleep late last night reading poems by Robert Frost
Stirring in my dreams was visions of the chimney's exhaust


(Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets so this is about him.)


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Villanelle for the Death of Archery

There are far too many things that you don't know
The revelry and squalor tucked away
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

A million little boxes in a row
To bury or to swallow was the game
There are far too many things that you don't know

Choked it down the prickles of my throat
Then replaced my shovel with a spade
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

The perfect Swedish angel in the snow
The sickness that I still feel to this day
There are far too many things that you don't know

I loved you then I love you now and so
Painful that it has to be this way
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

Complacency and solemn still the bow
The quivver and the arrows won't obey
There are far too many things that you don't know
It's time to pull the curtain on my show


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Mastered art (Give or take)

When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving
The lessons it gives is decisions worth making
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living

Unselfish and always prepared for the grieving
Of ever present humps without shadows forsaking
When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving  

In teaching the secrets that lead to believing
That the goals make the journey worth undertaking
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living

Crystalloid nightmares with frail hope deceiving
Rainbowed hearts varied in degrees of breaking 
When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving

Kaleidoscope dreams of creation retrieving
New found ideas from cold minds flaking  
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living

Shattered on transparent glass my mind keeps misgiving
Some rocky pasture filled with thoughts, there for the taking
When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living


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Alaskan Nights

I want to take a walk along the pier
I'll then drain out my eyes upon the shore
I wonder why he ever put me here

The sea - it seems to feel more than we dare
To manifest the lust it has for gore
I want to take a walk along the pier

Impossible it is my life to steer
A horse unbridled gallops all the more
I wonder why he ever put me here

A night of blackness is a cause for fear
Alaskan night. I do not know what for
I want to take a walk along the pier

And if that walk (I hope) is not so sheer
I'll ponder me down to the very core
I wonder why he ever put me here

To warn the masses that the end is near
And tell them heaven shut its narrow doors
I then will take a walk along the shore
And ponder why he ever put me here


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The Chimney

The chimney now stands alone
Without the home that was filled with love
A relic of what once had been gone

All the children left for places unkown
Father left many years ago for above
The chimney now stands alone

It once radiated warmth from its stones
As mother cooked meals unconceived of
A relic of what once had been gone

The chimney now stands alone 
Once it glowed with warmth that was made use of
Family gathered around, sweet potatoes thrown

In the ashes and coals, now the family is unknown
They're gone to different parts of the world, deprived of
A relic of what once had been gone

Children studied lessons once by the flame
Now no one even knows any of their names
The chimney now stands alone
A relic of what once had been gone


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reconciled differences

Sitting alone in the fog
Rendered motionless, and speechless
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Wandering in and out of madness
Gripping to sanity with one last dying breath
Sitting alone in the fog

Clinging to one last memory
Trying not to slip into unconsciousness
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Rain pouring down, burns the skin
Air too thick to breathe
Sitting alone in the fog

Relationship with the stars and moon
Bringing back the lost feeling
Trying to remember that lost feeling

Stitches lignin all major arteries
Pulling at these stitches in the dark
Sitting alone in the fog
Trying to remember that lost feeling


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Natural Temptation

While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Haunted Passion multiplies per heartbeat              
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Though the past has left an impression,
New Hunger hunts an old bed-sheet
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

“No,” should speak an easy confession,
But loneliness pressures purity backseat
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Wild thoughts parade with indiscretion
Pendulum emotions erratically repeat
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

Sex brews choice with oppression 
Baking bitter standards so semisweet 
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

A war of feelings with no recession
Continually fight the ache to secrete,
Still, Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.


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emotional eclipse

See her through the minds eye 
Repetitious procrastination in the end
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye

Figment of the imagination, personified lie
While mourning her death, this funeral they attend
See her through the minds eye

These dreams take a bad turn and die
Back into nightmares, these wounds will mend
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye

Cast out of love? On darkness rely 
All her love into light she’ll send 
See her through the minds eye

Blood rushing. Pressure to the wound apply 
Beware the good in her, not to offend
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye

All the dark corners her smile has lightened
Cower in the dark, the nightmares are frightened
See her through the minds eye
She wanders into dreams to say goodbye


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Road To Home

Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Sun dried each day of your long useful life
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Those dark green fields that are wide leads to wrong
Not warmth, love, understanding, only strife
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home

Harder to climb, narrower close to home
Nearer, nearer begin to see great sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Drawing, drawing come, long hill top see dome
There are friends, family, offering life
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home

The fields were greener, there was fun, the songs
Offering entertainment  glitter sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam

Now sights focused on heavenly song
Lights brighter at end of the narrow way
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Over dark green fields no more will I roam


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Unlocked, Not Free

Unlocking does not make me free
It alters nothing that I say;
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.

My barrier is, though chains debris,
Though time-worn bars are shoved away;
Unlocking does not make me free.

A fine-spun web still mantles me,
Through open doors, I am the prey;
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.

I dare not hear, or say, or see,
Or peel aside the steel-cold gray;
Unlocking does not make me free.

Though broken, bent, and shattered be
My bonds – yet silent, see the day;
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.

What holds me fast? What dangers see?
Beyond what boundary never stray?
Unlocking does not make me free
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.


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Let the Cries of the Children Sooth the Night

Let the cries of the children sooth the night,
and whisper the songs of war in your ears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Night falls and darkness sets a scary sight,
Men in green and red stained booths chug their beers.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

Iraqi blood shudders in fear and fright,
They curse Red, White, and Blue as their end nears:
"You-you! You arethe one who killed the light!"

Green fathers look out the windows in flight,
Watch their children cry "daddy, no!" in tears.
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.

A Christian Republic fighting for "right",
The Devil cheers to where everyone hears:
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"

Bush keeps up a big smile with all his might,
While Americans cry, Bin Laden cheers:
Let the cries of the children sooth the night.
"You-you! You are the one who killed the light!"


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When you compete with no one

Follow your heart, to thyself be true
do not fear the coming of the day
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you

See the gray as gray, the blue as blue
your eyes are your greatest gift, don’t let them slip away
follow your heart, to thyself be true

Men will argue, women will croon
but in your mind the decision will be made
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you

Ghosts from without and from within will try to spook you
but you need never feel afraid
follow your heart, to thyself be true

Strangers try to hold you down and keep you to the rules
but it does not matter what they have to say!
When you compete with no one, no one compete with you

You are the maestro, call the tune
and your symphony you shall hear the whole world play
follow your heart, to thyself be true
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you.


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so why do you care

i have flaws 
and i can not resist myself 
to those thing that i truly can not have
little wicked things that seem meaningless 
                                                                              if you don't really think about it-

So Why Do You Care?

i might try to flex myself to be a goody to shoes
but, that i can't be 
being a nice girl is smiply just not me
                     so why do you care?
i am one of those walks on the stagger line
i am the one you think is lost 
yet i already found myself:
                                              Twice!
You think i cause chaos
You think that i am chaos 
but, i do not
I am just normal 
   a rare simpleton 
      with a little more flare
                                              and 
I am living my life with bigger smile
                                                            and 
I am living my peachy life merrily:
                                         so why do You care?
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The Heat of Love

Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat,
The separation between our bodies is quite a shame;
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

Your lips grace mine; I taste your mouth tender and sweet,
Upon my bodily form you have certainly staked your claim
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat.

You lock hands with me as we walk this street
Into my ear you faintly whisper my name,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

The thumping upon the grounds emits from our feet,
My eyes are captivated by your imposing frame,
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat.

Entangled within each others souls no other shall we greet
Our love is a candle, within our hearts the flame,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

We have overcome many a callous feat,
Togetherness remained our endless aim.
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.


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Not only the cat

When curiosity consumes the mind
and thoughts are captured in a moment’s glance,
to trade control for instinct unrefined

is wandering through feeling’s forest, blind
to where it leads. I never can advance
when curiosity consumes the mind

for in that journey, part is left behind - 
the part that knows the perils of romance!
To trade control for instinct unrefined

allows the truth to find me intertwined
among the waves of some forgotten dance
when curiosity consumes the mind.

In bending so, this life becomes confined,
and purposeful transforms into mere chance;
to trade control for instinct unrefined,

forget they are within myself combined, 
will blur the right, the negative enhance:
when curiosity consumes the mind,
to trade control for instinct unrefined.


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thou shall not weep...

Can you see the abandoned heart?
A pale moon dying, release the cold.
Just sitting around waiting for death.

Bringing it all back into the light.
Watching everything, seeing nothing.
Can you see the abandoned heart?

All alone the tears turn into blood.
All alone lost in the misery, better leave.
Just sitting around waiting for death.

The soul bleeds endlessly, crying for her.
This blood cupped in the hands remains.
Can you see the abandoned heart?

The fire consumes the soul entirely.
The weight of the pain, immortal.
Just sitting around waiting for death.

Temptation calls from the depths
Oblivion beckons with its loneliness 
Can you see the abandoned heart?
Just sitting around waiting for death.


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Grey

A past once treasured, held so dear,
A fleeing thought she wished to stay
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

Change is this lady’s greatest fear,
Now she holds the infinite future at bay
A past once treasured, held so dear.

Others look upon, seeing this as queer,
Dreading the night she seeks only the day
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

Her path is vague, very unclear,
Her vision black and white, blind to the grey
A past once treasured, held so dear.

The fire hunts her, coming near,
She is no longer the warrior, becoming the prey
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

She has uncovered it, she is here,
From the trial some path, she did not stray
A past once treasured, held so dear,
Once more the heart sheds a tear.