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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;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.

XXXXXEven now,
part of me
(my hands)
want to
pull out
that glass
she lodged
in her neck.

Pull it out
and drop it
into pieces,
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.

Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
(my chest)
is not afraid
of demons.

It is far less
dangerous
than girls with
haphazard knives
and other
monsters.

Chasing Butterflies

I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.

I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.

I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.

There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...

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.

Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)

On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.

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

HollowHollow
Is her chest.

She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.

World moves around her
In top-speed rate,

While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.

Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;

It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.

But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;

Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....

Hollow
Is her chest.

She feels no emotion,
Exce

EqualityEquality

Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.

Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.

Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a

Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.

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

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind

Evolution of life

child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape

we evolve to finish in the matrix

Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
Young haters,
Young liars,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.

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

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BelongingI am your God
Relinquish yourself
Bow down before me
I give you everything
You need to exist
Love and hate
Care and fear
Believe me
When I tell you true
Your heart belongs to me
You shall know my power still
When the sun and moon have ceased
Their dance in the eternal round.

The First TimeAnd in a stupor
I recall the first time
The little death
So nervous I
So strong your desire
And powerful your hand
As you took from me
And gave me the world
In a moment.

In The EndI call across the night
For you to come to me
I long for your embrace
To steal my life away

While all around lie sleeping
I will go with you
In to the bittersweet darkness
Where tears no longer fall

Breathing soft I close my eyes
To go there unafraid
Into a dark future unknown
Littered with beautiful, frail dreams

Dark desire clouds my eyes
I feel fire on the rise
And now all games are at an end
My final kiss to you I send.

MorningstarAnd if I fall
It shall be in splendour
The sky will be lit
With a billion stars
And all shall sing
My name as legend.

For The LostAnd who will hear the elegy
For the souls long gone

Shall it be sung at dawn
Or cried to twilight

As the moonrise shows
Atop the trees

We remember their days
And their faces smiling

No more tears
We hear them say

Why lament our passing
When still the sun shines

In memory they live
And dwell eternal there.

ReminiscenceCome with me
To a midnight shore
Hold my hand
As clouds pass by

In your eyes
Reflections of forgotten skies
On a day we loved
When we were young

I do not know the answers
I know not all the ways
To mend your broken dreams
So they never fail again

I am but a traveller here
As are we all and know not where
We endlessly head towards
Upon this road of dust and tears.

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by ~mercurius11, Dec 17, 2008, 1:02:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

And all the rest
Are bruised and broken
A million empty moments
Robbed of meaning
Devoid of truth or light of being
There are no answers
And the riddles all unwound
Surely you no longer seek
When there is nothing to be found
Let the sleeping serpent be
He will tell you nothing
You cannot see.

Bitterby ~mercurius11

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

This took about thirty seconds - thought i'd have a crack at the old speed poetry lark. I am sure i'll hate it in the morning!

M x

~samisi Dec 17, 2008

Hate on - I find it so very, very lovely.

These three poems are all wonderful, actually. They truly feel like sketches of emotion. Just like a polished painting may have many qualities that a sketch lacks, there is a certain quality of sprite to a sketch that a polished canvas can never match.

Thanks for posting these~!

~mercurius11 Feb 3, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

Hey honey - I hope you are ok, my journal sort of explains my absence - family issues have been the order of the day

I hope you are well, will catch up with you soon. Thanks for your blush inducing comments!

M x

~samisi Feb 3, 2009

I'm very well, thank you.

I hope you've had a bit of a good 2009-start as well, for all the stress you've been put through lately. Take care~.

Oh, and you're welcome.

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