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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...
on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
apology.

i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.

you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
Prayer to Odin from experienceAl-father Odin! You who hung for 9 days and suffered on the tree of Yggdrasil.
In so you received and gave us the runes and its mysteries.
You who have given up an eye to see and know beyond sight and knowledge.
Allow me to be strong through my own sacrifice and suffering.
So that one day, I can achieve great wisdom through what has happened to me.
Allow my mind to open and to focus on what i must do.
One day, I cannot always criticize what is before me.
From experience, I was angry and put down a faith that i knew was untrue.
Though you may have smacked me upside the head a few times
for my foolishness and ignorance. But I did deserve it a
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
Lovers and assassinsNight
walk
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
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13.04.09i am made of broken hearts and broken dreams
tied together by guitar strings
that have wailed laments
to lost loves and shattered illusions.

i am the wreckage of a friendship,
crushed by stormy seas and rocky atolls.

my face is a faded portrait
of humanity
painted by a child
who never lived to put his talents to use.

i am every opportunity missed,
every promise breached.

i am your childhood
and your age.  
i am your sickness
and your immunity.

i wrap myself in the fabric of the fates
and i know better than to criticize their work.  
08.04.09put on your placard
wear your bible
on cardboard
about your neck

jesus saves
the righteous
and the poor

               you hope
07.04.09i put the stress
on the second syllable
on the finer gauge

i made a verb-
ose concotion
and i shoved it
down my throat
as the piano wire
snapped
and somehow
the stress
dissipated

and i saw you crying
as i choked
on the second syllable
of the impact
06.04.09the building smells of vomit.  it reminds me of you and i turn away.  it is a beautiful day but the cloying scent of regurgitated vodka and pizza has turned my stomach.  i return to my room.

sun creeps in around the edges of the curtain.  i listen to angry music and do not care.  she promised me it would wilt my dendrites.  i have nothing to lose.

i stare at the eye i've drawn.  soft graphite smeared onto off-white walls, interrupted by cracks and pits.  in a better mood i wrote beneath it.  it is only masochism that keeps me from scrubbing it from the wall.  i obey my masochism.  i obey my words.

seek truth.  you have no idea.  you never
04.04.09 Bi
i saw the sun today
or it saw me
or perhaps i just imagined it

i try not to think of love anymore

i think of not thinking of it

i do not like to remember
that in less than a month
i will be back faking
to an audience
without a single member
to whom i may speak the truth

it feels too easy
to act

i want an audience
who makes me work

ii
the sun didn't see me

the sun saw a mask

if it saw anything

even i
see a mask in the mirror

but you have peeked beneath
my multitude of shrouds

i try to remind you
what you have seen

but you don't like to remember
staring through the eye holes
seeing my soul

do you recall
what it
04.04.09blood red nails
faked drunkenness.
i told you the truth
prayed you'd hear
my silent plea.
you didn't.
or you ignored it.
understandable.
a bottle of wine
a lone girl
in a room of boys
perfectly safe
because they're all
just friends.
you didn't used to be.
i'd like to go back.
even though i couldn't have
you
at least you loved me.
could you kiss me?
i don't care
if it means nothing.
you're too decent.
you're too kind.
that's why i love you.
that's why you love her.
i just want to know
how
you forgot how you felt
for me
so quickly.

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21.07.09

:icon007-fleetingpassions:

free
is a matter of perspective,

three point perspective
studied in drafting
and an art class
years ago
in highschool.

looming boxes
plotted in 2B:

i am not free
i am weighed down
shackled
in graphite chains.

it's not called lead anymore;

this does not make it lighter.
:iconyouinventedme:
`YouInventedMe Jul 27, 2009   Writer
it's not called lead anymore;

this does not make it lighter.

splendid!
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:icon007-fleetingpassions:
~007-FleetingPassions Jul 28, 2009
thank you.
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