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Cordis Somnium*Fall past the asphalt
Thro’ the honey bee scene
Dip thy feet within
Naides’ yielding stream.

Thine arms splayed toward Hyades
A grey morn consumes the sun
Rain brings silk to the heat fraught meadow;
For time to touch thy form, it must run.

And thine hair was a mess after the rain.
“Will you ask it of me soon?”
Before the world is found to be concrete and sprinkled streets
“Before my qualms on leaving find the noon?”

The sharp cry of the meandering city
Thrives on slapdash letters, in cheap, restless dives
Therein reside, the silent concerto of our drifting
Where individual voices drown, and no love

I aint made of paintI aint made of paint.

I'm made of concrete.

Your the one who kicked me off my feet.

Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.

How bout
for once, you be the brush

How bout
for once, you shut up and hush.

You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.

Into fine grain, into fine dust.

Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!

I aint made of paint

I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.

We are no art scholars.

But,
listen good.
Listen close.

Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.

I refuse, to paint a picture for you.

Deconstruction

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?

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.

time to grow uplife feels personal but it's not
woes befall by scattershot
what's happening now has happened before
what does not pertain we learn to ignore

you pray for a break you want a promise
it is what it is there is no justice

llp - dA - may2013

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?

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

Sins of the FleshThey're gazing in their mirror eyes
Full of loving longing and filthy longing
And moist-meat sounds that turn
My stomach at the thinking of.
They rut, my friends, and damn themselves.
I envy the damned, their ignorance.
Their love looks like lust to loveless eyes.

And as such, I can see them rutting
Whenever I close my eyes
And the thought itself disgusts me.
And in the ending of their tryst
They pool together into one.

They strut and rut in the streets
That burn in lust beneath my eyes.
Would that a tide would wash away
Oh that a tide of fire would burn away
And cleanse this world of its filth!

Yet one day, in a possible future,
I may be

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...

Paint the Worlddon't plant your soul deep underground,
only your fears will sprout.
let it soar in the blue sky high,
let it turn you inside-out.

seed the clouds grey and white,
and the colors will rain on down.
dip your brush in puddles wide,
or dance is your drab gown.

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.

Awake in my ExistenceLive through others in your proxy
You challenge existence without noises
The only thing you cannot fathom
Is the wakening of your boredom

Awake a life full of illusions
Crave for another lost sweet union
On a realm of cruel destruction
You whisper words of guilt and nonreaction

The frame of death float on your life
Not another hope for the lost souls
Desire, joy in your cortex will subscribe
Stand up choices who belong mentally yours.

InsaneA ring to drive me less insane
Then my essence now so profane
To hide from sight
The noxious blight
Of darkness deep inside my brain.

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Von Zerfall.

by ~Polymachaeroplagides, Sep 30, 2010, 2:01:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Von Zerfall.

Wie Rotlicht zergeht nun die Natur
als Lidschatten des Oktober.
Der Morgen schmilzt in Purpur pur
und der Abend zertaut in Zinnober.

Und in Magenta sind eingefärbt
einst frühlingsfarbene Bänder.
Das Werden hat nur das Sein vererbt.
Und plötzlich wird's eng im Kalender.

Da rauscht mit wehenden Fahnen der Herbst
und rechnet schon fest mit Winter.
Und wenn Du das Rote noch weiß verfärbst!
Das Blau wartet eh schon dahinter.

Solang noch die Zeit in Kosmetik versinkt,
bemale sie fröhlich weiter!
Bald zeigt sie sich wieder abgeschminkt.
und bestenfalls halb so heiter.

Nimm's mit den Farben nur nicht so genau!
Am Ende ist's immer dasselbe.
Auf Blau folgt Grün folgt Rot folgt Weiß folgt Blau.
Aber noch niemals war's das Gelbe.

Von Zerfall.by ~Polymachaeroplagides

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Hrm, ja. Anders als das, was man wahrscheinlich von mir gewohnt ist, aber irgendwann muß ich ja auch mal was Neues ausprobieren, gell. Finde es, wie vieles von mir, kein Meisterwerk, schreibe ihm aber durchaus einen gewissen Reiz zu. Daß den jeder auch so findet, bezweifle ich mal ganz öffentlich, aber vielleicht findet sich ja die eine oder andere verirrte Seele, die mich mit einer total pfülosofischen Deutung beglücken möchte.

(Und ja, ich bin mir der falschen resp. ungewöhnlichen Genitivwendung von "Oktober" durchaus bewußt.)

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~Fjanel Oct 3, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Da ist ne nette Kritik dahinter |D (wenn diese beabsichtigt war...? oô)
Aber sehr schöne Wortwahl <3 metaphorisch sehr gelungen, schöne Kreuzreime, Personifikationen nicht übertrieben... und es wirkt sehr farbenfroh XD
Und fluffig isses auf jeden Fall! ^-^

~shiroimikazuki Oct 1, 2010 Student Traditional Artist

die ersten drei abschnitte find ich total schön : )

~Rianq Sep 30, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Bo Frost!

~Polymachaeroplagides Sep 30, 2010 Student Writer

Diesmal nicht. Es ist der volle Ernst. Srs Bzns.

~Rianq Oct 1, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

In Ordnung. Ich mag's trotzdem. Wirkt nur ein wenig locker-fluffig für etwas, das "Vom Zerfall." heißt xD

~Polymachaeroplagides Oct 1, 2010 Student Writer

Oh gut, dann ist's gar nicht so daneben, wie ich dachte. XD

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