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Sonnet XXIINight and day I have yearned for day and night;
Now two apostles greet my early eye,
Awakens dawn with charms of evening's sprite
And eve will dawn with dawn's serrated spy;
The wily weed will ornament the leaf,
The prideful leaf will grace each petal bare
And though a jennelise plays envy's thief,
A weed devised measure for beauty's share.
Where dwells a prize in priceless thoughts and mull?
What joys allow repose once left behind?
Is that gray partridge spiritless and dull
Flat meat before it meets the meaty mind?
All happiness of man can only sway
In tides of tomorrow and yesterday.
A LIVING DREAMWhat is life? And pray tell what is death?
What is the mystery confounded and subtle?
Is it like the wind blowing on a withered arm?
Or a veritable prison for the promethean heart?
Empty hopes shackled by faithless nooses
A mercurial mind conditioned by miasmic hues
This veil cannot be of beauty born
Fading with the faintest of winds
Of Knowledge they loudly speak
The rains of time quickly drown it
Where then is there any comfort
Living in the recesses of a shadow
If life is but a razors edge
Then death is but a withered arm
The vision of a darkened dream
Asleep to reality, awake to delusion
A LieI never lie
I never cry
When someone leaves
I can say goodbye
That I can let go
I don’t cling
Or let my feeling show
My heart won’t race
I am tight laced
So cool and calm
See my straight face?
My emotions I hide
All my tears have dried
And if you can’t tell
The truth is I lied
Welcome The LightI am cold and alone,
No relief in sight,
The ground is solid and grey,
I can't move try as I might.
The frozen cold seeps in
Taking its' hold,
Permeating frost through my veins,
My heart grows cold.
I feel this is the end,
I am resigned to my fate,
I close my eyes tight,
Hoping to sleep before it is too late.
But as I start to drift off,
I feel something strange,
The warmth and the glow,
Of something far away.
It begs of me to awaken,
To breath in once more,
To uproot my feet,
Like I have done before.
To take a deep breath
And breath in the sweetness
To look in wonder,
A relief from the dark vagueness.
So I open my eyes,
And welcome the
Sometimes, when my life is all black and blue
And my actions are food for thought
I whisper a plea, and forget about Me
By becoming a person I'm not
When you're not who you are, the world is flat
And the sky is dumped into the sea
Where everything's mine, but the rhythm of Time
'Til I'm forced to once more become Me
The sun hurts my eyes, and the trees are too tall
The words they speak feel like a slap
The pain is much stronger; it lasts so much longer
And I'm caught like a fly in a trap
Sometimes, when I whisper to rescue myself
I glance at the room down the hall
My worries are there, but I try not to care
Like the friend you
PERCEPTIONIn victory there is defeat
In joy there is sorrow
In perfection there is imperfection
In love there is hate
In wisdom there is stupidity
Everything is measured against the other
Within the confines of perception
Right becomes wrong
Dark becomes light
The limitless becomes limited
In the compounded vision
Reality gives birth to ignorance
Experience gives way to speculation
The known becomes unknown
In the great irony of things
The free become shackled
Truth becomes illusion
Such is the plight of the spirit.
Writers Block.A blank canvas
A blank page
A burning desire
Followed by rage
A block from thought
A writers remorse
I should have taken
A writers coarse
A hint of pain
A taste of sorrow
A better tomorrow
A burning desire
A smooth motion
A skin lotion
A sarcastic notion
A vast ocean
And everything's going to be alright
Because I've found my muse
And I'll hold it tight.
I promise muse
I'll never let go
For I've missed you
More than you may ever know
Beneath the tree
The old man waits alone.
Lost of purpose, soon forgotten
He is a storybook--the legacy
Shushed by weary disinterest,
He sits long-defeated.
The legend is
You Can't Keep Us DownYou stole my smile away from me
Just like you have done with so many others
You drowned my hope in your sea
Filled with the tears of the others you've smothered
My will was gone when you came
My sanity stolen by a few spoken words
You thought that it would give you fame
And that logic is still absurd
You almost took away my life
But others came and gave it back
They took away the knife
And they helped me seal the cracks
You might think that I was weird
But some people like me because of that
I got your name cleared
And, yet, you still act like a little brat
Don't come to me and try to be my friend
I can never forgive you for my insanity
Once more into the fray...Once more into the fray...
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and die on this day...
Live and die on this day...
Don't Hold Your BreathI’m still here,
I fight day after day.
Yes I’m still here,
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sure I could give in,
Oh, I could just die.
But why would I give you that pleasure
When I can still reach the skyline
Bring me that sun,
Bring me the stars as well.
I’m never going to rest,
Until this worlds all gone to hel.
And even then.
Don’t hold your breath.
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The skies lark, pristine and golden
Stirring to life those fortunately unbroken
Hopefulness breeds, like a fiendish youth
Rife with a hunger so savage and uncouth
Nestled beneath your heavy elation
Solitude spawns its heavenly sensation
Tracing your walls with sinful desperation
You’re body churns, full on jubilation
She strides with certainty boiling within
Brandish a solace, which knows no twin
How she braves the crude, and callously bold
As a luminous wander, carving gallantly through the cold
Our own we hold
Trickling into clarity the less we fold
The Other RealmJune 14, 2013
I seem to cross the other realm a lot
and turn the knob between dividing doors.
Revealing what the mind has left to rot
and dwell beneath our epidermic pores.
A world of dreams that touch the deepest cores
allowing us to take the might of Gods.
To stop a bullet in religious wars
or be the first to shoot from metal rods.
To jump a cliff and then defy the odds
or fly away with powers of the birds.
To walk a city full of floating pods
predicting futures like a prophets words.
And all of this in dreams I never keep
inside a realm that opens when I sleep.
My subjective glass of wine.I recall a man I saw today
He told me how he loved to play
His six string every single day
And this wine tastes bitter.
I read about another man
Who today finished his ten year plan
He regaled the day it all began
My god this wine is bitter.
Many memories insist
Of list after unfinished list
I can't forget that they exist
Why is this wine so bitter?
Heavy upon me these thoughts weigh
So I grab my guitar and drift away
And lose myself as I just play
I admit this wine's not that bitter.
A Little Life ReminderA Little Life Reminder
Sometimes we need reminders
Of all that we have done
The life we lived, the dreams we had
The friends that we have won
Sometimes we need to sit and think
Of everything we’ve seen
Of all the people we have loved
And everything we’ve been
Because through all the busyness
The work, the joy, the pain
The struggles, hope, and sorrow
And the things we strive to gain
Sometimes it’s easy to forget
Just what we’re living for
And we often start to wonder
If it’s worth it anymore
So take a bit of quietude
To ponder what I say:
It’s your choices that have brought you
To where you are today
LazynessLazyness — a pain?
It helps you to optimize...
or do just nothing.
Some say it is art —
a required skill for some,
To notice repeats
and work on scripts to ease them.
It truly helps there.
But then the downside:
when you don't manage anything
you are lazy stunt.
Not able to do
what you are expected to
and just waste big time.
I strive for former
but fall into latter group
I am but sorry.
that I built — to some degree
all by myself — hurt.
I have no idea
why people believe in me,
I don't do myself.
that's what friends are forfriends are there for you
they help you through thick and thin
that's what friends are for
to depend on them
is just really natural
don't try to be strong
show them how you feel
if they are true friends for you
they are there for you
helping through bad times
is what friendship is about
so don't try to hide
friends are there in good
but you find out when in bad
who is your real friend
people hanging out
when you are in your good times
are nice, but real friends?
so bad times are good
if you want to find it out
who is real, who's not
that's what friends are for
they help you through thin and thick
friends are there for y
MermaidsLife ain't easy, that's nothing new
though for some it's more true than for others
This is about me, just to get it through
to all the people, sisters and brothers
People put you in boxes, no matter
how much you like it or what you try to avoid
So it might take you a while until you open up
and when you finally do, they might get paranoid
You see, being transgender isn't easy, you don't fit
on neither side of the sex related weirdness
You aren't allowed in a picture that is "the girls only"
and you get pushed away for not hiding your cuteness
People judge by what they see, not by what they feel
it's so weird and stupid it makes m
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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