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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 warmth of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment before I heard 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 first 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
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
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
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 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
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.
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
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.
Shared HappinessI like it better when you're happy.
The world feels like a safe place -
A good place to be.

Stay happy, even in the face
of great adversity
I know these last few years have been...

Well, difficult, to say the least.
But as long as your heart shines
I can hear it...

That devilish smile on your lips
the one no amount of miles
or hardships can erase

Remember, I'm always watching
With the eyes of my heart
I see you clearly

And, as long as you are happy
No matter where this life leads me
Then I am happy too.
Watercolor PainWhen you smile,
I turn colorblind.

It turns into a somersault
whenever I gain contact
with your skin,
bare back touching
bare back.

But I'm not hungry
for bedposts.

I just want to
savor each moment your arms
lock into mine,
the romanticism of
the moons in my eyes
and the skies in your words.

There's smoke
behind all those hues
of hazel and your fingers
are porcelain,
but I still love you.
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.

 
Redeeming Light
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and feeling thati was walking and my
feet banked up with
words i was not saying
so i had to take my shoes
off and splutter them all
over the ground and i
coughed up lies lies
lies and i had to thread bare
my soles so i could make
sense of my surroundings
i went and sat down and
pounded my shoes out
for every last bit of what
i was meant to say trying to
say wanting to say and
my toes hurt they hurt so
much because words were
stuck behind them curling
around each nail and
distorting into someone
else's meaning i had to
run i had to i ran bare
foot and screaming it was
the best feeling my heart
was so full that all i could
do was run a
sunlight is deadlightstars stutter through our
atmosphere at night
and i wish upon them, hoping
i don't pick a dead one
a stranger. Placating childrenHer eyes burned into me like the cigarette stains on my cheek in front of my brother's house when I was younger than I can pin-point exactly.

I am sitting on the gutter of that street I overheard you, crying about what you were going to do, how innocent I really was but did not want to admit, how your friend cared, but doesn't anymore.
This street housed me when I had to door knock for a lost ball for a stranger. Placating children, when I wanted you to smile at me, like you were proud, but you were not my mother. Trail yourself back into a taint of blood from seperate shores.
This gutter I nearly tripped over in laughter when I ripped vir
unbrokeni am proud of my wrists
they are not scuffed, nor tilled

they are weak, yes, fighting against
myself to end up in a snow of extended
itchy white

but they are smooth, and
forgive my senti-mental-ityyour face is shaven these days, not billowing with a wisdom
or hilarity procured from sight; a bookish character.
it speaks up with little flicks of cut down feathers of dove,
your cheeks are chicken skin sometimes, especially
at your neck. your solemn ears
waiting for the music to play on, play on

there is laughter in your eyes when you are
pretending to be serious,
locked away in your... what colours?
i do not know. and i am merciless with
my memory, like my mother with her words.

the way you squeeze every last breath in me
as if to prove i'm alive when i wheeze
life back into my lungs when you
release me. how that pressure le

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\maybe you regret things almost instantly afterward,
maybe even before
\maybe you want to be able to regret
because in the end you still did, and you still know
\maybe it's a yes.



nothing's real to me. things just are
i think i remember basic rules of how the world works
how things govern themselves in numbers
functions
actions

a set of ways to be

sometimes i forget

completely forget what is the norm
and i'm left completely in awe of myself

when i forget what it is i have to do, or say
when a phone is ringing.
:iconsaturnineguise:
in between our worrying, life happens.



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~Dancing-Naked Jan 30, 2009   General Artist
I feel like this is how I'm living these days.
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`queenhrosie Mar 27, 2008
i forget to do things all the time.
normal things.
as though odd swirling things only ever make sense anymore.

i love how "phone ringing" is just sitting there, as though it is attempting to be the only real thing in your poem.

* :heart: *
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~saturnineguise Mar 30, 2008
but who said the phone ringing was the 'real' thing? well, society i suppose...

so many things people need to unlearn.

normality is subjective, it's normal for me to nearly fall over the sidewalk when i'm looking up at the clouds.

hehe it is true:
as though odd swirling things only ever make sense anymore.

odd swirling things are lovely, and are the only things i like to focus on.

:heart:
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~Interpolny Mar 26, 2008
this is wonderful :)
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~saturnineguise Mar 27, 2008
thank you!
also, i love your comment signature (:
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~Interpolny Mar 28, 2008
it´s one of my favorite songs :) [link] (never mind the pictures though^^)
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~Loveyoutoo Mar 25, 2008
I'm glad you're uploading again :aww:

This is also very good.
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~saturnineguise Mar 27, 2008
thank you so much! (:
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~hushlittlepretty Mar 25, 2008
life is somewhat meandering in spiderweb dribs and drabs for this little squirrel. but your words do evoke that long forgotten feeling of "insert here your wish".

love hug bambi.
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~saturnineguise Mar 27, 2008
catch it and blow your wishes into the clouds

i hope everything is ever well with you :heart:
love love
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