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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.

lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along

False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen

Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude

ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.

WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.

bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.

HumanDear Hypocrite,

What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

ConstructDelving into the origins
Of what makes an individual
Who are you? Who am I?
There’s a lack of understanding,
Yet we jump to judge
And claim to know
That which we could never understand

Attempts are seldom made
To investigate the unknown
To strive to discover
Those we claim to know
From the inside out
Extract the innermost thoughts

In place there is an idealist mirage
To which our beliefs shall cling to
In desperation, or disbelief

It’s the construct of our mindset
That leads us all astray

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HyperionRemember me as I came to your window
And you used to call me, "The Morning Star"
You used to change my days as living light
But inside me you started a god-killer war.

I dreamt eons ago of never-ending love
I thought for an astral second this could be achieved
You showed me your back, I turned to the skies above
I remembered your name, and the mortal's, grieved.

Remember me as I came, you threw me away
One hundred and twenty nine years before.
Time passed, channeled by the Demiurge
All of our names remained casted in lore.

I metamorphosed before you twice
Coming from stars, "Zeta et Sigma"
I got deceived by your cruel device

30. Under the RainStargazing nebulae from Earth to Centauri
I hear echoes of comets flying to Reticuli
Under the Rain I whisper to the ghostly wits
That this "me" is lost and damned to bits.
This "me" I adore is happy but in pain
He is still learning to smile while Under the Rain.
"Rejoice", the wits return their message
Lanes of forsaken thoughts spread among this passage.

29. HappinessWhat will be left of me when I pass the river?
I feel I need to tell you not to follow me
The Styx is eddying greatly just like a fever
One that spits venom and obliterates glee.
But now I am happy; my life's complete
I enjoy living every millisecond and tasting every bit
As I continue to love, to learn, to smile (My torch is lit!)
Ignore my problems as I curse sorrow
and live to see a greater tomorrow.

28. SorrowI wish I could catch my dreams so far away
In deep space and time, like a cheetah and its prey.
In sorrow as mighty as the last second of my day
I stand here, finished, done for, my mind's astray.
There's no other way! Pain is all in vain!
I wish my sorrow would just let me be in my infinity
To find love, a treasure I've sought for an eternity.
But sorrow lasts till Hell is no more
That's the end of the world, of this life such a whore.

Sonata Opus InfiniteAl Strobo
Mega liposuction on eardrum
En Lombo
Imagination took over my mind
Elefo
Night's melody – why so hard to find
Electro
Infinite music, lines so kind
Kineto
Writing lyrics forever in vain
Espresso
With some adrenaline and propane.

Vertigo
All along the path to all perfect
Allegro
Musicians, playing opus too select
El Gringo
Infinite sensation on effect
Bailando
Minds of people attack and infect
Serato
Might of music is never enough
Invito
My verses so far have been so rough.

Legato
Shall we cure ourselves of all the pain
Concerto
Return me the adrenaline and propane
Immerso
Haunting someone else's dre

All-Seeing NightAll night lingers in peace, all restless souls carefree from the coffin
The night is long, to say, imagine it, mine for the taking.

Alluring longing, perfect Eden, my beautiful one, my dying pride
Restless spirit on the eye of a rose, spinning passiontide

All-Seeing Night, druid of the lives of many, singer in my eyes for an eternity
We will walk alone, for love and beauty, yearning for forbidden times

We will cry for mankind, not Heaven, our time will come, we will walk alone
The All-Seeing Night shall take us deep, forsaken masquerade, truthful lies.

Sorrows deep inside my ear, no more pain for them
I cannot feel better no

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41. Teamwork

by ~Brici5, Mar 5, 2012, 12:46:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

We will need more than comprehension
To help our spirits reach ascension.
We will need to seriously help each other fly
While holding strong against the test of time.
Teamwork shall be the key to success
But we humans defy it nonetheless.

41. Teamworkby ~Brici5

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Humans...

~Sutsuki-Sensei Mar 5, 2012

Ain't that the truth.

~Brici5 Mar 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

humanity's problems are, however, far worse than just this lack of teamwork

*IamHaden Mar 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

finally, someone else who understands!

~Brici5 Mar 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I do!

thanks

*undevicesimus Mar 5, 2012 Artist

Very very true...

~Brici5 Mar 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

thank you

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