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I've been writing poems for a while, to any1 that cares, here they are
2005-08-25 18:36:09
World of the Purple sky
I was standing alone your hand fell into mine
staring I questioned why you gave up your hand
No blood and jewelry on the hand seemed to shimmer and shine
my face caved in and your hand turned to sand...
Grasping toward you with all I had left
My tears held my head down in defeat
Sitting there as you disappear and I wept
"Love" spoken as you died in the heat...
What was to become of the sand
Clasping with all I ever wanted...
As it slipped out of my hand
I reacted as if it were all I ever needed...
All that was left was the jewelry you treasured
Putting it on my hand I felt a sudden appeasement
More than the "Love" you spoke of that remained to you unmeasured
If I had known these jewels were more fun I would have given you up without lament
Standing alone next to the tree in the field of purple and haze
A mistress walked up to the same tree
I asked her about "Love" as she comented in a gaze
"Love is this tree, and where I'm meant to be..."
"Upon the fields of purple, the skys of orange..."
"A place where no one will think of looking for 'Love...'"
"This place so vast and empty of emotion in this gorge."
Sitting and looking at the jewelry I felt no emotion of...
Looking at her with a smile
Replied with a blank look and a frown
Then sitting against the tree staring at the sky for a while
Until I decided I'd head back down...
Skies a great yellow and the fields are pink, orange, and blue
Looking at the jewelry as it bit into the hand
As my hand fell off and landed into the hand of the true
Immediately discarded and thrown across the land
World of the Yellow Sky
As all seemed to disintegrate, my vision nearly disappeared
Falling into a world of red and a sky of violet
The faces of the people were as mine, remembered
As their faces had no eyes like mine, and a body that was star-lit
Amonst the world of people with only a mouth to express
Jewelry vanished, my hand completely gone
My body hit the red hard bottom as I rolled around without interest
People watching as I was on the ground trying to get up to be done
I look at my legs which also had left my body
The vision only seems to be there when I suddenly saw her
She picked me up and she suddenly said solemnly
"'Love' is being alone, but also not being here..."
"Mistaken for the wind in the whispers..."
"Lost in the fountains of our lives..."
"Confused on why the water wimpers..."
"Dumbfounded cries as the wisdom bestowed utters nonsense and lies."
Setting me down in the crowd of figures
Walking away from the dismembered body called 'Me'
The world suddenly turned white and the everyone died that lingers
Looking back I see the jewelry that I never had seen disappointly
Back to the world of the purple and orange sky
I sit next to the tree with the jewelry
A singing in the distance of a lullaby
The world faded into the circle it always intended to see
"'Love' was there ever such a thing as powerful as witnessed..."
"anything making the figures believe in a power..."
"Increasing in concern for another dismissed?"
As the walls of purple fell apart and began to lower
My face begins to melt and my limbs begin to fly away
Not Bloodless in the finality of everything I witnessed
"Was there ever a simple way?..."
"A possibilty to become an emotion to which one was interested"
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The meaning of RED
Nobody cares about me
Everyone just likes to lie and not talk to me, it seems to be
Perhaps I've misunderstood
Maybe I never had this feeling called 'good'.
Everyone seems to lie to me so why can't I?
All I ever lived was a lie
If nobody can talk to me who can?
Perhaps you all feel good in your life span
But you, always do, but I never cared until I had a clue
Now my eyes are open, and the smell is potent
You smell of lies, I can see it in your eyes
But, you never shut, the door as it cut
into my arm, doing it's harm
The illness inside, the feelings abide
Bains, the scream of my veins
Anger rushing, my motives pushing
Why don't you just tell me the truth?
Because it has became your only proof?!
I'm tired of this world, your 'truth' that you hold
Just leave me be, allow me to hurt myself and you stay away from me
I have no need for my soul, because I'm making it a mockary to you all
Beyond anger, into hatred, inside the hangar, the meaning of RED
Not for blood, mainly a flood
of all emotions, put into one notion, that nobody cares for in this meaningless quotation
Life put into basics, life is just statistics
that all cling to. Living their life through
begging for you to forgive, then laughing at your every second that you live.
But really who is to care? Now that it is more aware!
Every end has it leaf, every person has their grief
The meaning of life is lifeless, it's not priceless...
BECAUSE EVERYTHING, YOU DO BENEFITS SOMETHING!!
Money hungry, anti-you, doing laundry, paying you money as I do
Leave me be, I'm tired of what you have to see
Lying to me, as much as living is free, and what you almost meant to be...
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Taping and Shaping, and why it must be done...
Snap of the fingers, quickly one figures
A signal to dart, when falling into dirt
Assumption kills the consumption of their energy
Most avoid the sand and go for the hand
that helps them leave, shoves them to succeed
we're jumping beans, trapped in shells and making scenes
amazed at first of goals, but they become fouls
as we progress the effort begins to slow
The bean's energy doesn't have that flow
Jumping around without any purpose
in our open spaces
becoming what?
Another bean
Jumping up
Falling down
World all shut
No more land on which to lean
Only to notice the ones who become schlep
Time After time after time of jumping, it's time to stop suffering
Leave the dwelling inside our bodies
As the soul leaves the embodied mind into afterlife
Where we wonder why we must carry this knife
that digs into our body
as we tell everybody
we can jump
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Mimosa
Expressed and put to rest, in the suit you're already well dressed
In a disguise you'll wear and tear, unwilling to accept this dare
Disbelief in a relief to the possibility of grief
Surrounded by your wisdom bestowed upon your kingdom of everlasting boredom
Lasting until your reach is at a cease and all the world falls apart
When all doesn't seem to fit it's purpose and becomes unfit
You've come to me before
I've had to push you the way you've walked
As you find out nothing belongs and happiness ceases to exist
I finally allow you in to this place so vast
My final place till breath's last
A feeling of belong, a distant sactuary
Holy in the eyes of the old, re-reading our lives as they're retold
As they grow, then go to and fro
You suddenly feel so distant, but feel reluctant
To prove you're all you had, and you're no longer sad
In this story of worry
You've ran before, I've had to pull you the way you walked...
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