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dark mental prison/return from entropy
I wil escape you
To a place far from here
No one will see me
Watch the pain as i disappear
i only have anger
im full of despair
Won't you just leave me
There's a room for me there
There innocent beauty
My words can't describe
Thier birth was a purity
Brings a sullen tear right to your eyes
Now i have anger
im full of despair
Please let me take you
'cause I'm already there
I'm so alone
My head's my home
I return to mental entropy
crime without reason is why children die
i've been through the system
That's bleeding stones until we die
So please let me take you
And I'll show you the truth
Inside my reality
I shared in youth
[CHORUS :]
I'm so alone
My head's my home
And I feel
So alone
You know
At last
I'll return to my entropy
Now that i've disaprepeared
To a stateu might fear
I really must go back
Close my eyes and they'll disappear
Won't they come to me
Salvation well share
Inside of my head now
There's a room for us there
[CHORUS :]
To a place far from here
No one will see me
Watch the pain as i disappear
i only have anger
im full of despair
Won't you just leave me
There's a room for me there
There innocent beauty
My words can't describe
Thier birth was a purity
Brings a sullen tear right to your eyes
Now i have anger
im full of despair
Please let me take you
'cause I'm already there
I'm so alone
My head's my home
I return to mental entropy
crime without reason is why children die
i've been through the system
That's bleeding stones until we die
So please let me take you
And I'll show you the truth
Inside my reality
I shared in youth
[CHORUS :]
I'm so alone
My head's my home
And I feel
So alone
You know
At last
I'll return to my entropy
Now that i've disaprepeared
To a stateu might fear
I really must go back
Close my eyes and they'll disappear
Won't they come to me
Salvation well share
Inside of my head now
There's a room for us there
[CHORUS :]
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
wow i have to get that out or it will eat me aliveTHE 'PILLAR
Dedicated to my ex-wife, mother of my eldest daughter, at a low point in her life (after our divorce), due to her addiction to drugs & alcohol
My coggles spark the memory of a ‘pillar from the past
Known too few to many, this ‘pillar had been cast
aside by those who couldn’t phantom her potential
or understood, or realized her assets were substantial
Neglected by the ones who could’ve nurtured her esteem
the ‘pillar didn’t have a clue, idea, goal or dream
of what her future had in store, her fate and Destiny
because no one had told the ‘pillar of these things, you see
And so the ‘pillar inched along a low path of despair
longing to be like the ones that flew up in the air
Convinced by peer mentality that these were futile thoughts
she settled for a path of trudging, and took the lesser plot
Perhaps it was this lack of knowing what she would become
Perhaps it was the loneliness that had her turn to some
who’d never know the joy of flying to a higher plane
because it wasn’t in them, and therefore wasn’t sane
But ‘pillar didn’t realize she had this gift from birth
since no one ever told her just what she’s really worth
And so the years of toiling with those who weren’t inclined
took its toll upon her faith, body, soul and mind
When all seemed at its lowest, when what was gained was lost
The ‘pillar listened to some sage that seemed too great a cost
“Stop my vices and my peers!?” and “Change my way of thinking!?”
Surely this would be too hard. Poor ‘pillar’s heart was sinking
But once the ‘pillar stopped and settled in to see it through
She began to see some changes. Her attitude was new!
What once felt like a prison, in fact, was a cocoon
What once was just a ‘pillar would fly away real soon
And so it was that ‘pillar’s thoughts came to realize
that all along her Destiny was meant for greater skies
Instead of finding reasons to put blame on her past
she realized her attitude would make the future last
She peeled away the cobwebs that bound her in her rut
and spread her wings so proudly – the world would watch her strut
For finally she found herself, she’d opened up each eye
and saw herself for what she is . . .
a beautiful butterfly
Fly, lady, FLY!
My coggles spark the memory of a ‘pillar from the past
Known too few to many, this ‘pillar had been cast
aside by those who couldn’t phantom her potential
or understood, or realized her assets were substantial
Neglected by the ones who could’ve nurtured her esteem
the ‘pillar didn’t have a clue, idea, goal or dream
of what her future had in store, her fate and Destiny
because no one had told the ‘pillar of these things, you see
And so the ‘pillar inched along a low path of despair
longing to be like the ones that flew up in the air
Convinced by peer mentality that these were futile thoughts
she settled for a path of trudging, and took the lesser plot
Perhaps it was this lack of knowing what she would become
Perhaps it was the loneliness that had her turn to some
who’d never know the joy of flying to a higher plane
because it wasn’t in them, and therefore wasn’t sane
But ‘pillar didn’t realize she had this gift from birth
since no one ever told her just what she’s really worth
And so the years of toiling with those who weren’t inclined
took its toll upon her faith, body, soul and mind
When all seemed at its lowest, when what was gained was lost
The ‘pillar listened to some sage that seemed too great a cost
“Stop my vices and my peers!?” and “Change my way of thinking!?”
Surely this would be too hard. Poor ‘pillar’s heart was sinking
But once the ‘pillar stopped and settled in to see it through
She began to see some changes. Her attitude was new!
What once felt like a prison, in fact, was a cocoon
What once was just a ‘pillar would fly away real soon
And so it was that ‘pillar’s thoughts came to realize
that all along her Destiny was meant for greater skies
Instead of finding reasons to put blame on her past
she realized her attitude would make the future last
She peeled away the cobwebs that bound her in her rut
and spread her wings so proudly – the world would watch her strut
For finally she found herself, she’d opened up each eye
and saw herself for what she is . . .
a beautiful butterfly
Fly, lady, FLY!
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
Following our divorce, my ex fell into an addiction to drugs & alcohol, due primarily to the crowd she began hanging out with, plus her low self-esteem she'd gotten as a result of her mother's overbearing disapproval, and my one-time infidelity (I deserved her divorcing me). At her lowest, she found herself homeless then locked in rehab. She was in dire need of reminding her of the lady I once knew: honest, intelligent and a truly beautiful soul inside & out, just like our daughter together, Destiny. These words freely spilt onto the paper Destiny & I delivered to her, and she felt they were "God inspired" towards motivating her to complete the drug program successfully and reevaluate her priorities & attitude. I let her regain custody of our daughter upon her metamorphosis, hoping that this poetic pep-talk would achieve its intention. She managed to fly awhile for several years (+ husband & son later) before she eventually found herself again amongst the crawling scum that robbed her again of her wings. I dedicate this poem to anyone suffering from such addictions, in hopes that they recognize their own self-worth before it becomes too late for them. Avoid those peers that keep you in low ruts, and instead aspire for better greatness among positive influences. Whether you believe you're great or lousy, either way you're right. Believe you can achieve it, and you eventually will.
matt
i once saw a bat
and then he shat
on my face, and so began a tail of one man
and his unconventional fetish
an everyday fairytale
some might say
but im not gay
or am i?
and then he shat
on my face, and so began a tail of one man
and his unconventional fetish
an everyday fairytale
some might say
but im not gay
or am i?
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
that right i like animal feces on my face
somewhere
somewhere when stops the time,
somewhere a night,
and some little dramas..
you,me,and we,
intriguing mysteries..
at the midnight of worlds,
when the end,
reaches a short eternity..
some of them,dreamers,
call that..love..
some others..have no words..
somewhere,tangled webs,
tangerine and low tide,
blue indigo and clarinet..
somewhere in the early hours,
playing the game,
a night to remember,
a day to forgotten..
somewhere,purring,
somewhere,pouring,
purling..
somewhere and now,
and you are away..
I touch your delicate smell,
elusive memory,
just the instant,
a melody..
somewhere..
somewhere a night,
and some little dramas..
you,me,and we,
intriguing mysteries..
at the midnight of worlds,
when the end,
reaches a short eternity..
some of them,dreamers,
call that..love..
some others..have no words..
somewhere,tangled webs,
tangerine and low tide,
blue indigo and clarinet..
somewhere in the early hours,
playing the game,
a night to remember,
a day to forgotten..
somewhere,purring,
somewhere,pouring,
purling..
somewhere and now,
and you are away..
I touch your delicate smell,
elusive memory,
just the instant,
a melody..
somewhere..
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
my mercurian lightness in love..
Lady Angelus
I hide behind my walls
of steel
they stop the ones
who seek to feel
the why, the who, the where
and then I
start to feel all
over again.
Retreat I go
to bricks and mortar
hiding in my castle deep
Moat will stop the evil
warders
while the lady tries to sleep.
Lock the door
they shant break throuogh
milady they have
come for you.
Fight I will
before I come
this land is ours
I will not run.
With slippered foot
or shielded arm
my honour to this land
prevails.
While knights are
fighting at my side
the bards will live to
tell the tales.
Of valiance and hearts
foresworn
to live protect
and die as one
the lady with the
phoenix hair
gave all she had
becaused she cared.
of steel
they stop the ones
who seek to feel
the why, the who, the where
and then I
start to feel all
over again.
Retreat I go
to bricks and mortar
hiding in my castle deep
Moat will stop the evil
warders
while the lady tries to sleep.
Lock the door
they shant break throuogh
milady they have
come for you.
Fight I will
before I come
this land is ours
I will not run.
With slippered foot
or shielded arm
my honour to this land
prevails.
While knights are
fighting at my side
the bards will live to
tell the tales.
Of valiance and hearts
foresworn
to live protect
and die as one
the lady with the
phoenix hair
gave all she had
becaused she cared.
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Posted: Sep 2011
Post CommentI never thought I'd love again
I never thought I'd love again
My heart once stopped
But now beats again
I thought I wasn't ready
Then I saw your face
And now my heart beats at a steady pace.
My heart once stopped
But now beats again
I thought I wasn't ready
Then I saw your face
And now my heart beats at a steady pace.
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Posted: Sep 2011
Post Commenttell me thelma..
tell me thelma...
the islands of your heart,
the cities of your soul,
the empathy of your world.
tell me thelma,
the peaceful lake shore,
and the fountain,
high in the azure..
tell me thelma..
the door is closed
on the wounds..
gentle cat asleep,
behind the curtain..
tell me thelma..
you have a crazy sailing boat,
in your head..
the power to tame oceans,
to appease volcanoes..
tell me thelma..
your words,
are english,french,
tagalog,
bird,frog,
water and fire..
thelma..
rewriting the lonely planet,
you are our connecting salon..
the islands of your heart,
the cities of your soul,
the empathy of your world.
tell me thelma,
the peaceful lake shore,
and the fountain,
high in the azure..
tell me thelma..
the door is closed
on the wounds..
gentle cat asleep,
behind the curtain..
tell me thelma..
you have a crazy sailing boat,
in your head..
the power to tame oceans,
to appease volcanoes..
tell me thelma..
your words,
are english,french,
tagalog,
bird,frog,
water and fire..
thelma..
rewriting the lonely planet,
you are our connecting salon..
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
lonely planet ....The Paladin's Lament
The Paladin's Lament
The swirl of vengeful desert dust
and moral rage long simmering
dulls the sound of angel's wing
and hides my hope's light glimmering.
In righteous roar of red-tinged mist,
all peace of mind is gone and lost.
If challenge in this life were fair,
not vigilance by dragon's lair,
if I had just normal struggles made,
not bashing demons on my blade,
the gnashing in my soul would stop
and easy wrongs would kindly drop.
I deftly face old Darwin's knife
slicing weakness from my life,
but facing devils miles wide
with no-one's army by my side
is getting old quite hard and fast;
time's mortal strength will not long last.
If worldly needs did not exist
I'd retire to a hermit's nest,
but with quiet breaking heart at noon
my sinful midnight hand creeps in
delivering me so I may rest,
tears falling after on my breast,
that waits to cherish, love, adore,
if just my pride were not at war.
Alone I fall asleep at night,
alone I wake in morning light.
The swirl of vengeful desert dust
and moral rage long simmering
dulls the sound of angel's wing
and hides my hope's light glimmering.
In righteous roar of red-tinged mist,
all peace of mind is gone and lost.
If challenge in this life were fair,
not vigilance by dragon's lair,
if I had just normal struggles made,
not bashing demons on my blade,
the gnashing in my soul would stop
and easy wrongs would kindly drop.
I deftly face old Darwin's knife
slicing weakness from my life,
but facing devils miles wide
with no-one's army by my side
is getting old quite hard and fast;
time's mortal strength will not long last.
If worldly needs did not exist
I'd retire to a hermit's nest,
but with quiet breaking heart at noon
my sinful midnight hand creeps in
delivering me so I may rest,
tears falling after on my breast,
that waits to cherish, love, adore,
if just my pride were not at war.
Alone I fall asleep at night,
alone I wake in morning light.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
I wrote this about 2 months ago. ...I'm a literary glutton for the likes of CS Lewis, Tolkien and George MacDonald, and I enjoy writing a lot when it strikes me.Moving on
Sorting through the stuff as I am packing... and the reality of break-up strikes like lightening from the clear sky... It is no more. Gone. What started so beautifully drowned in misunderstanding and suspicion.
Why?... Why such a mistrust? All your accusations were groundless, yes, I am not perfect, but I am not like you made me out to be...
Pride flames up on both sides, walls raised to the sky, protect yourself, I am right, you are wrong... you don't love me!!!... I do... but I am weak... I don't know how to do it better...
Who cares about the little one... her little eyes wide open and does not understand why she is not loved... What's wrong, she asks... Cleaning up the house, she is told...
Selfishness and pride flashes fiery arrows, blood flows and cries light up the sky... all the little one wants is her hugs and kisses... not at a pre-arranged time, at visitations, but any time and every time... Where is my freedom, to hug mum and dad when I need them? Who cares about ME??? She will get used to not seeing you, I hear the wise saying... but how will I get used to not seeing her?... pain rips my heart, tears run into my eyes... Yes, we will both get used to the scars... they numb our hearts and tone down our feelings... and deep inside the hurts, like boiling lava, are buried forever... but they are alive... these wounds don't heal... we pretend they do, but we lie to ourselves...
We move on with life... if desolation can be called life... for destruction is left behind and blood flows on the streets... cries are heard, quieter and quieter as we go, until all cries die out...
And I enter the cold, unfriendly world... where there is no hope... fearfully looking into the steel cold face of the future... and wonder... what life is about...
Why?... Why such a mistrust? All your accusations were groundless, yes, I am not perfect, but I am not like you made me out to be...
Pride flames up on both sides, walls raised to the sky, protect yourself, I am right, you are wrong... you don't love me!!!... I do... but I am weak... I don't know how to do it better...
Who cares about the little one... her little eyes wide open and does not understand why she is not loved... What's wrong, she asks... Cleaning up the house, she is told...
Selfishness and pride flashes fiery arrows, blood flows and cries light up the sky... all the little one wants is her hugs and kisses... not at a pre-arranged time, at visitations, but any time and every time... Where is my freedom, to hug mum and dad when I need them? Who cares about ME??? She will get used to not seeing you, I hear the wise saying... but how will I get used to not seeing her?... pain rips my heart, tears run into my eyes... Yes, we will both get used to the scars... they numb our hearts and tone down our feelings... and deep inside the hurts, like boiling lava, are buried forever... but they are alive... these wounds don't heal... we pretend they do, but we lie to ourselves...
We move on with life... if desolation can be called life... for destruction is left behind and blood flows on the streets... cries are heard, quieter and quieter as we go, until all cries die out...
And I enter the cold, unfriendly world... where there is no hope... fearfully looking into the steel cold face of the future... and wonder... what life is about...
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Separation and its effect on you and me and the little ones...The dry oak tree
I repost it here so people can find it easier...
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Once upon the time there was a large, dry oak tree standing over the cliff, watching in desperation the sun go down behind the clouds soaked in blood... and darkness fell upon his heart... there was no hope for the dawn, it was late now, far too late... the night has arrived and life's goals are gone forever... There was nothing to live for, no-one to care for... The journey had come to its end...
Yet, the dawn had arrived when a bright white dove found rest upon his branches. His soul was filled with sparks, his heart was thrilled from joy he never felt...
How long the sun will shine, I do not know... Or that the morning dew will quench the thirst of empty hearts... or the blinking stars sprinkle their lights into the darkest corners of souls...
How long?...
Life is mysterious and relationships are complicated... wounded birds falling from the sky hear: 'Go, heal each other!', and they cry: 'Don't touch my wounds! Keep away! It is hurting! and they hurl down to the ashes in pain and blood...
Slowly but surely they are drifting apart... wounds bleed and leave scars when healed... being frightened they desperately grab after the other with their sharp nails...
Why is life so complex? Why are we so hopeless when there is so much beauty around us? When there is so much to appreciate about each of us...
A year has passed and the dry oak tree that in the past in desperation
watched the sun going down had found life again... life, beautiful beyond imagination... a year that was worth waiting and hoping for, that was worth living...
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Copyrighted by Revealer24 on CS
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Once upon the time there was a large, dry oak tree standing over the cliff, watching in desperation the sun go down behind the clouds soaked in blood... and darkness fell upon his heart... there was no hope for the dawn, it was late now, far too late... the night has arrived and life's goals are gone forever... There was nothing to live for, no-one to care for... The journey had come to its end...
Yet, the dawn had arrived when a bright white dove found rest upon his branches. His soul was filled with sparks, his heart was thrilled from joy he never felt...
How long the sun will shine, I do not know... Or that the morning dew will quench the thirst of empty hearts... or the blinking stars sprinkle their lights into the darkest corners of souls...
How long?...
Life is mysterious and relationships are complicated... wounded birds falling from the sky hear: 'Go, heal each other!', and they cry: 'Don't touch my wounds! Keep away! It is hurting! and they hurl down to the ashes in pain and blood...
Slowly but surely they are drifting apart... wounds bleed and leave scars when healed... being frightened they desperately grab after the other with their sharp nails...
Why is life so complex? Why are we so hopeless when there is so much beauty around us? When there is so much to appreciate about each of us...
A year has passed and the dry oak tree that in the past in desperation
watched the sun going down had found life again... life, beautiful beyond imagination... a year that was worth waiting and hoping for, that was worth living...
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Copyrighted by Revealer24 on CS
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
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