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Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shook their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?

An Elegy to the ObjectRest your grey swans, your winter is over;
Their songs delight the fruitless heath.
Alas! The country wizened drover
Grants his good wife your dying wreath.

And all things bear my homespun sheath
In which you sleep as you depart,
And all I have I did bequeath
To you: the object of my art.

Yet, still your rotting soul does impart
A whisper through the bolted casements in me,
And I for one, must have a cold, cold heart
To beleive you lived for my elegy.

What IfYou try to mold me into whatever you desire
But what if I don't want to be like you?
What if I want to be my own person?
What if I want to make my own choices
And not be spoon-fed like a newborn?
I want to be my own person,
But you take me like batter and try to turn me into what you want
Not what I want to do in life,
What I want to accomplish
You call me weak
You say I'll never survive in the 'real' world

But what if I want to go my own way?
You call me a baby
Just an infant
Who wouldn't last
But I'm ready now, and it's my life
Not yours
You say you're there to guide me
But you're getting in my way
Of living my life
My way

The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?

Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?

If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.

But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.

Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se

this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust

so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies

that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?

so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly

and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown

not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game

and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'

but i got to ask

Shut inDon’t mock me, or block me
from taking my stance;
A pity, the city
is caught in a trance.

If only the lonely--
the rich and the poor,
Admit it, we did it!
By shutting our door.

I’d doubt it, without it,
We’d crumble in ruin;
Still, steady, already
forgot what we’re doin’,

We chide the society
for shutting us in--
When really, the “silly”
was us to begin.

No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old

You laugh at me
I’m always wrong
Your great friendship
Didn’t last long

I’m your friend
But you’re not mine
My hug is cold
You’ve crossed the line

I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end

How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...

if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.

if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.

when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.

could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Tantalizingly preventing
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...

Reinhard's CrimeThe blonde man sits serene
In his easy rocking chair
Eyes fixed on a manic, far future.

A collar creaseless and hangman high
Under an adler nose and bright blue eyes
A handsome face o'er a madman's frame.

Swords swing and sing
In a morning full of futures
Each one monstrous and grand.

The screams in Bohemia
Echo around a dead village
That not even maps acknowledge.

ShadeThe bird spreads its wings
Without hesitation
Without reserve it sings

Towards the sun it soars
Casting its own silhouette
So grand and to my eyes it roars

I am only a shadow in the shade
Here I exist and blend so perfectly into the world
Wonders of the man-made

Artificial hearts that save lives
Or do they only prolong suffering
Fear of death like dull knives

So I step into the light
And in the blinding moment
I finally regain my sight

Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.
Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.
Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.

Death

In her life there is so much strife
Over such trivial matters that mortals fight over
Money, power, looks and lovers
No one cares to give her a fair chance
In death there is a release
Eternal slumber and peace
The world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeat

Life

Yes, in your life there are quarrels
and people choose possessions over you.
But remember your little sister who looks up to you.
Your mother who held you through your child hood.
The

CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free

My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away

What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me

Chasing hidden light

Water rolls off of pristine petals
Far beyond the beauty of moist metals

The organic life fighting for the outside
Wanting a life the cage seems to hide

Customary blooms of a sacred nature
Alloy of a colder nomenclature

But beauty always finds a way
No matter the sunlight given through the day

To brake the bonds of a confined space
A battle so many in life have faced

Yet like a broke heart that only wants to decay
The side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.

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Here He Comes in BenedictionHere He comes in benediction,

Comes within the trumpet sound

Leaves behind a sweet safe-haven –

Blessed Canaan's holy ground.

See Him as a blooming blossom,

Craving ev'ry ray of sun.

Hear Him in the rising anthem,

Hear the mighty hymn of sons.

He is all and ever-present

Seeking not but biding time,

Waiting for the glory dormant

Watching with almighty eye.

He is with us while we linger

On this earth that we must fare.

He is still our bleeding leader

He is here and ev'rywhere.

Men In LoveIf Love is Blind, then where is Racist hate?
I see it there, Coupled with our Nation.
For no romantic man will love negate
except for those who see the Hate's Relation.

Say you, "What of this Bitter Line of thought?"
Of Love and Pride -- they are not intertwined."
Say I, "What has your Blatant Worship brought?
What good are you to be both deaf and blind?"

And so to me I rather like to think
My Men in love are Useless to the world
for how at Worldly Woes could any blink
when He in Love is wooing yet a girl?

Better be it to live in love and bliss?
Not thinking of the sin but of a kiss!

Love Like a FightTempest rage within my angered heart,
go spin yourself into a virgin dawn.
This battle's yours and I will take no part
in what my stupid heart has stumbled on.

Bother not your master, eyes of mine!
You stray and look to things you ought to not.
God, strike my soul or else just strike me blind!
Lord, calm the seas within or let me rot.

"What want you of me?" I ask the world.
"What have I done to add upon my load?"
But no reply is given but the girl,
and there I see my fate; I see the road.

So if without her I cannot abide,
let her remain forever at my side.

Men With Shallow PocketsSo says the world Unto my Fellow man,
"You have not worth without a Coin of Gold."
I say that God hath blest the outstretched hand
of ev'ry man whose heart Declares him old.

For Wise beyond his years is any Youth
who proves his worth with ev'ry planted Seed.
I say you this is all I know -- The Truth --
That men will prove their worth with sweated bead.

For Small are men who Ride on workers' back
and tarnish the humanity of Man.
So shall the world Remember now the past:
'A wealthy man is but a Shifting Sand.'

So from this world to Bring into the Next,
Come only little men with little pence.

Woman of the IceA graceful girl, who trapped in walls of ice
once called to me my name from far beyond,
from there I heard her voice of lovely vice --
too lovely for this Humble earth to bond.

"Oh, Break my chains of bitter cold and storm,"
Said she to me beneath the veil of frost.
"Sir, Free my soul and feel the fair and warm,
lest to this world I find my spirit lost."

With wetted eyes, I cast myself around
scratching the snow and seeking maiden fair.
And then the Lovely, winter girl I found
all of ocean eyes and heavenly hair
of Golden Glow beneath a holy ring --
This lithe and loving woman was the spring.

Wiles of ManHow tangled and tremendous is all of Man
With his wiling ways and fleeting hand --
Hidden by the days of debt
Is innocence we now forget.

Tell me, how this angel's fallen far?
Fallen into wretched love and war?
Vexed we are upon endemic faults,
forced to ever dance the sinners' waltz!

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The Wordless Song

by ~bookbrink, Sep 23, 2012, 6:02:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

If Hope is the thing with feathers
Then I am its silvery cage,
And I hold all the scribbles and writings
That my Hope has returned to the page.

The singing is soft and devoted,
A quiet, benevolent theme.
It fills up the glorified bird cage
Like a sleepy and somnolent dream.

The tune is a sorrowful silence
That drifts in a limitless grace.
And I know that it never stops singing,
Lest my soul by its wishes erase.

I could never continue without it,
This beautiful, radiant bird.
For it carries my love and emotion
And changes them into a word.

The Wordless Songby ~bookbrink

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This is for the Poem-forthe-poemless contest. Below is the link to the group.

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I don't own the picture, by the way. Not mine.

~Krypson Sep 23, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This "Wordless Song" is quite wordy....
...somnoent?!

*looks up on google*....

...oh, I see....
Once more, an outstanding job! Where ever do you get your inspiration?

~bookbrink Sep 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

'Hope is the Thing With Feathers,'
by Emily Dickinson. In hers, hope is the thing we all keep inside ourselves to keep us going. In mine, hope is my inspiration, and although the tune it sings is heard by no one else, it gives me the words to write into my poems.
Yay for metaphors!

~Krypson Sep 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh, metaphors...what would the world be without them...*dazes off dreamily*

~bookbrink Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

*joins you*

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