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A Legacy of WisdomYou have scribed your words,
wealthy wreaths of wisdom,
on paper never torn or worn.
You have etched your passions
on my brow.

You have left this wallowed world
victorious; eyes resplendent
with the wisdom you wrote and wrought.
Your passions shall echo in my ears
unto eternity.

And should I stray into some
sullen storm, or get caught in
the torrents of the monsoon, I’ll know
that Lear’s been there before, and
I’ll not swoon.

And if Hades’ doors open up
before my stranded soul, and scorch
it with the heat of hell, I’ll recall that
I am not the first – Dante’s been down
there as well.

A

NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.

My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?

I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.

My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,

AnarchyScream the anthem of the anarchist!
What is it? Exactly.
I won't tell you; make it up.
Go away. Blow it up.
Burn it down. Deface the town.
But don't give in,
Never -- no.
That's the song we all love so.
Freedom past extremity.
Far away, in my backyard
I own the world; I am a bard.
I wear a beard and shave my head;
All the normals want me dead.
I won't give up; I ramble rave.
You'll never make me behave.
My brother, loser, freak, meek geek
You know-- the beatnick, hippy, punk--
The rock bands my parents debunk--
We treasure what we cannot have:
No allegiance to any flag.

out of Gardenwhat sea
how it is welling your eyes a wet mess

what tide
where urchins of the ocean will spill to howl their elegy
where mermaids will turn widows
once brine has swallowed whole their sailor babes

stewarding the land instead
is why i never set sail with you

but to lay in gardens, oh…

a bed sheet rotten by the ultraviolet
and our laps full of stars

what black soil will pervert your knees there
where moonlight will mirror out from your teeth
to run fanatic toward cosmic space
after bathing in the space among us

where walking air pushes every dust

one of sun-dried butterflies
one of beaten rug with broom
one of hone

Perspectives of a Hallucino...Comfort. The softness of the basement couch. Misery loves company.
Trickling through my fingers. Whispering across my face, her disappearing
lips trace across my cheeks. The smell is sweet, but she is rough against
my throat. Her smell isn't so much intoxicating as it is suffocating, yet
the smoke paralyses my senses and touches my soul. Her street name is
undeserving of her effect on me. Forever, she shall be known to me as
Mary-Jane. I will never know her beauty.

r

the plasticized quantum theory

alabaster immortality
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony

crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
en kaleidoscopes

paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
phosphorescent anti-matter
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche

papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
instinctually

the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
unblemished

tranquil, t

GodThere is a God. I have seen him snap the necks
Of children and inspect their hollow remains.
Pushing past the sinews, there is nothing there.
No prayers clogging the arteries, stopping the rush
Of blood, a blackened jet.
Their mouths had not yet learnt how to
Form 'hail mary's'. Tongues twisted at the sound.
The syllables choke.

There is no use lying to a child who when asking
For God, finds only silence.

He is not interested in them. The purity sickens.
There's a boredom in innocence that causes him
To turn away. His eyes are better fixed on those
Who can praise him. The shallow whore who never
Thought her life would take thi

existentialist pick ups...where have I been all my life?

ScrutinyAnd when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin…
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect…

“I am lost in my own depth,” I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic prin

Vampires heartacheI awake in the night;
I can no longer sleep.
I don't see myself in mirrors;
I see somebody else.
I am alone.
I am dead.
The red stripes on white flesh
Keep me somewhat Sane.
I stare at the ceiling;
It is as cold and dead as I am.
The pain burns within;
as my life slowly fades away.

Wolf's Rain

Snowflakes fall, blood is in the air,
Covering white figure of pride,
Lying forceless on the ground,
Having no strength to fight with the snow,
Nor even with reality,
Which drifts down from the empty sky,
Where the moon cannot be seen,
Where birds cannot be heard,
At which wolves can only howl.

I'm so sick of suicide
It's everywhere I look
Pictures, and in movies
In poetry and books

I'm so sick of suicide
It's pathetic and it's weak
Blah blah blah so awful
Outlook always bleak

This life's just not worth living
Could they be any more cliché'?
I know that I just can't go on
Isn't that what they say?

Do you live in China
Without freedom's basic choice?
Are you a woman in Afghanistan?
Forbidden to have a voice.

Are you starving now in Africa?
Surrounded by disease
Or under corrupt dictatorship
Forced upon your knees

These people rise to challenges
We cannot comprehend
They live their lives from day to day
And triu

Procremationso he said let's make a baby
she said let's just make
love
and he said
What's the difference?
She said
A snakeskin
or a little pink pill
And he said
Isn't it about time... she said
You're never old enough
to die
She said Make life-- make
death
and he said
What's the difference?

I like my life she said
he said that won't last
she said I feel
no need...
he said
Well, maybe I do

She said Sow your seeds somewhere else then

the god memorandum

To: You
From: God

Take counsel.
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corr

DyingEach day,
I lose a
little more
of myself.

By the time
death comes,
I’ll already
be gone.

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Alone and cold
But I want you to know I love you
I walk this street alone
I want this
I need this
Please be ready
The sky she does cry
You all are mine
Am I in twine
What is thy purpose
Try the line
Yet you all are mine
Answer the line
Fill in the shame
I walk these endless and narrow streets
Where are all of you
I love you
The sky falls all around
No stars grace the sky
I see you all die
I need this
I want this
Why
I walk the endless avenue
Crying and shouting for you
All of you
Where are you all
Dead
Or are you someplace else
Please save me
I walk these streets alone
I beg i

ReadyI look in her eyes it is time
To fight
To live
To die
To honor my people and fight the empire
She is with me helping me prepare
On with the armor
On with the mind
She holds me tight
As I ready my sword and look into her eyes
I close my eyes and enjoy her holding me
I know this battle could be my death
But I need her and she needs me
I love you I whisper
She whispers it back to me
This battle and this whole war has been for her and our people
We kiss and I hold her to me
I finish gazing hard into her eyes
I step out fully ready
To fight
To die
To live
I redy myself and mount up
This is it
I love you
My love
My eve

TributeGazing longing at the road and cliff ahead
I see him there alone
Standing atop the crevice looking downward
I stop and tears form in my eyes
Why
I used to be bad and lived on the outside
But now I am looking inward from the pride
Another outsider from somewhere far from here has come
Just passing through he said
But he caught my eye
I guess I caught his
Now I love him
I don't know why
Perhaps it is the lonliness in his eyes
Or the longing I feel
I want to be closer to him
I want to know more about him
What his lands are like
What his pride was like
And why he is but a wanderer
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Myriad skiesThe sky so blue
What is it like
Up there
Away from here
This hell
Where there is no fear or sadness
I want to go there
Someday
Maybe I will see you all there
Someday
The sun shining in the air
Or the moon glowing in the endless black
Blue black gold or the myriad of other colors
The stars and moons in the air
Space and the beauty of it all
The lights all around
I want it
Do you want it
The peace that is in the air
Away from the sin and the death
It is there
Let us all go and ascend
Fly away and reach to the sky
Come with me
Everyone
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We shall
Ascen

Come onStep up
Hit me
Break my spine
Break my neck
I am fat
I am goth/emo/loser/geek/moron/idiot
You name it
So drive nails into me
Hurt me
Come on beat me
Rape me
Cut the skin from my bones
Eat my flesh
hate me
Stab me
Shoot me
Bash my head into anything
Make me bleed
Come on
I will not fight back
Because I am weak and a loser
So step up break me up
Curb me
Burn me to death
I want it
Give me peace or I shall do it for you
Whoo
Fun isn't it
Crazy good
What a show
I am a poser
Huh
What
No
Perhaps not then
So shut your mouths pricks
Come on
I am more then thou
A freak a to z
So step up hit
Break
Bash
Smas

NothingI am nothing
Because of all of this
Yet maybe that is my purpose
To resolve nothing and to be nothing
I hate this and all of it in twine
My family
Liars
Thieves
Lost fools
Drunks
Family is a lie
Church and religion is a lie
Love I am not to sure of but I think I have that with my lover
That is why I exist to be nothing
I hate you
Drunks
Losers
Drowning your sorrows in escapism
You need money so you drink
Spending money on boos and smokes
Losers
Freaks
I hate you
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Leave me to be alone
To fail is my purpose
This writing is my life
My career
You all want me to fail
SO I resolve to

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The day it all ends

by ~saurons-bane, Jun 25, 2009, 8:44:45 PM
Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Open

I stand watching the shoreline crest with froth from the waves
The birds and the animals flee from the unstopable end that comes
I gaze at the bright light from mans own justified ending
You know this is the end and death is coming
My life flashes in my eyes
As the tears well up and I smile
I remember the love
The family
All those that had gone before
You know the end doesn't sound so bad now does it
Peace and rest for all time is now mine
I can love and dream for an eternity
My smile grows as the heat of 1000 suns basks me in its glow
I scream in happiness as I wash away
Tears streaming in happiness as I see them waiting
No more pain
No more of the world's gleeful greed
At last the pious and bious world passes
All I see is white and gold
I see them waiting as I gaze in their eyes
The end is not so bad is it
Even if it hurt for one moment
I smile as I walk forward
Peace and quiet
No more of the pain
Here at the end of the world

The day it all endsby ~saurons-bane

Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Open

It all ends in a bang.
My idea for death of man with a smile.
Sigur Ros-Hoppipolla the song of happiness and truth in the end.
I will listen to it when the world is ending and go out with a smile.

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~vegetaslilryoko Jun 26, 2009

This is such a beautiful Poem inspired by such a beautiful song! I am proud of this one and also many others of your works,, love.

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~saurons-bane Jun 26, 2009

Thank you love

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~vegetaslilryoko Jun 27, 2009

You are very much welcome I love you

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