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You could be beautifulYou could be beautiful,
But what does it matter anyways?
Everyone would stare at you
But you wouldn't have anything to say.
You make you life so boring
You make your life so boring,
Who would really care?
But you cry in the night
You always have to fight
Just to be normal,
Just be normal...
Someday you tell yourself
You're going to fly,
They'll see they aren't the only ones who can dance
Oh the world will see
That you've bottled up the sea
And the waters glitter and glisten,
But would they ever listen?
Oh woooould they ever listen
To your crying in the night?
Oh what a lonely sight that must be.
Wake up honey
Wake up and breath the air.
Someone will listen
If you find out who would care.
Even if you're surrounded by the weak
That like to make you feel like nothing
Find someone that makes you feel like something
And you'll be happy and free,
You'll pour out the sea
And the waves will crash up on the shore
Your heart beat will race
As the ocean waters splash and roar
The Gentleman's CoatCome here my dear
Let my coat steal your chills.
Come here and
Don't be so giggly,
You know it over thrills.
Oh darling, I'm fine,
It's you that chills.
Keep those arms of yours nice and warm
And when we're home
I'll let my arms be filled
With your heat and with your calm.
But my dear,
It's such a cold night,
I musn't let you freeze!
You are much too generous,
But I can see you squeezing up tight
And shaking down to your knees.
But that's your favorite coat
The one with the green fur trim,
The one you said
Looked bold and daring
And made you look very slim.
It's true my dear,
But for you
I and my coat would part.
You could tear it's threads in two
And it's still you
That holds the threads to my heart.
To the grave we rideOn to the grave!
We ride we ride
Faster than the ocean's
Turning over the earth
In our way
By the hooves of the horses
We ride today.
We ride! We ride!
To the other side
Where our fallen brethren rest,
The earth turning over
Provides us our cover,
While we join the ranks
Of the best.
For though we fought long
And fought hard and fought well,
By gun and by knife and by bomb
Still we fell,
And though the war continues on
Our fight is done and our lives are gone.
Here in the grave we finally sleep
To rest our bodies that have grown so weak
From all the energy we spent in our fight
For the sake of our kin's inalienable rights
And oh what a fight we fought today,
We haven't a doubt they'll be ok.
Having passed the greatest test
In our graves we rest, we rest.
A Lioness in RetreatDark slitted eyes drill holes into my soul,
I roar for all the pain I feel
And all I've felt before.
Yet soft, I hold back.
I soften my roar to a gentle growl,
Yet she roars and I find myself throwing in the towel.
Slipping out to cold air
I try to find my solace in the quiet,
Yet can't escape the lioness that leaves me in despair.
Licking my wounds I shiver a slight,
The cool helps to calm my fire,
But still I feel the sting of her bite.
In my mind I return to the plains
Where I walk upon the soft warm summer grass
And where my words aren't spent in vain.
Still tense yet calmer still,
I slip by with an apologetic meow
For whatever wish it may fulfill.
I find my final solace in the lion's purr
And in the trill of my songbird,
Who's every note I savor.
Salute the NightFather of the Moonlight,
We salute you.
Mother of the Midnight,
We salute you.
Children of the Starlight
We salute you.
Changer of the Daylight,
We salute you,
Ever saluting the Night.
Dining in hellI wonder what you're eating
When you're dining in hell,
Do you like it's heart still beating
Or do you like it cooked well?
I can see by the fire,
I can see by the flame,
Our love is never ever
Going to be the same.
Just imagine how I felt
Standing on the top of the world,
So in love my heart could melt,
Just to see you with another girl.
I can see by the fire
I can see by the flame,
You've never known the feeling
Of such a burning shame,
But oh my god
To you this love
Is just a game,
It's just a game
And at the end of the day
You'll just walk away
With hardly a memory
Of my name,
With hardly a memory
Of my name.
I can see by the ashes,
I can see by the dust,
There was never any reason
To have any hope for us.
Paint on Ivory SkinA fluorescent flower flows on the tide
Of the surface of the skin of my side,
A lovely lily glowing translucently
And igniting the fire I kindle inside.
It provides a rush as I push
My muscles to move in motion
With the rolling notation rotations
Of a violin bow in the ocean
Of silver strings sounding splendorous rings
That canvas the the air with a layer
Of vibrantly vivacious articulation
Of the soul of an isolationist
Released from it's internal contraction.
My abysmal heart of broken gloom
And spreads through the space
Of this cavernous room
As I leap on my toes
Till the music slows
And daily life resumes.
All the while
My eyes glimmer and smile.
Delicious plot twistsOh what delicious plot twists
The drama I never thought I'd enjoy
Yet I giggle and glee over the producer
That knows how to make it a toy
For I am weakened by the laughter
And I smile at the taste of wit
A tingle through my spine
Where all my nerves are hit.
Make me a movie with such a curious plot
That I find myself lost in thought
And this is how it will be
As I'm lost in ecstasy
Near orgasm at it's mirage of touch
Ooh man I just can't get enough.
Diamonds couldn't shine as bright
As the smile that creeps through my lips
For the melody of intellectuality
That plays through my arms legs and hips
A puzzle where all the pieces
So peacefully fit.
TDP: Spirit IslandSomething is wrong... Something is very wrong...
I get out of bed and run to my son's room. Looking at him he looks to be sleeping peacefully, but his facial expression is always slightly different when he's having a bad dream, slightly tense. I can feel it though. His spirit has been taken by Spirit Island.
Spirit island is an island that people say is haunted. Scientists have found the real explanation for it, but the island does what it does so convincingly that many people are still convinced it's possessed with ghosts and demons and angels and all sorts of things. The real explanation is a phenomena that exists in pockets all over the world, but these pockets are typically small enough that they don't do any damage. In fact in some cases, they behave the same as any other part of the world, so you wouldn't know any different. It all comes down to the particulate ego. Particles typically want order. Living beings are strong reflection of that, in the sense that particles hav
to the end of the earthif you should die
before the right time
i would hope the world
would stop spinning
and start crumbling away
until gravity was nonexistent
and i would run to the edge
until my feet lifted off the ground
and i was united with you once more
EchoesBy some amazing cosmic chain of events, humans are priveleged with thought
but we make sure to kill as much of that as we can early on,
so all that's left is an aimless concentration of emotion and confusion,
and we're completely ignorant of what caused it.
our inability to face up to our own meaninglessness-
it's beautiful, actually, if people would just give it credit-
and our subsequent coping devices
and tradition (fuck you)
anything that will pat a person on the head
and say "don't worry, we have the answers"
These things, they mutilate everything beautiful and sacred about the mind and soul.
We condone all of this; resign ourselves to it; forget about it;
not realizing that we're
any chance we had for true thought and feeling, we're
our time, we're
and we just smile and say "six o'clock again ALREADY?"
It makes me
to think that in a couple of minutes, I,
just like everyone else,
am going to, fumi
Dreamer UnawakenedIn a crowded room, filled with shallow souls,
Notebook and pen my company.
I sat alone, contently on my own
When a Dreamer sat beside me.
An artful mind, personal style, indifferent to the latest trends
That was the day, I had found a friend
And so began our story.
She didn't know she was a Dreamer.
You can tell that she was unaware,
By the way she asked about my thoughts,
When I had thought that no one cared.
She listened to my soft replies, wonder sparkling in her eyes
I pondered what she saw inside
A quiet mouse like me.
She always reminded me she was a Dreamer
Using a brush called "personality"
Painting through life, changing colors, with
Confidence and Bravery.
Splashing emotions onto canvas, she shares her world that I can't see
She put a pen into my hand one day,
And smiled, "Share yours with me?"
She showed me I'm a Dreamer
Unveiling my ability
To make rainbows out of black and white,
Breathing life into my fantasies.
The empty page that blankly stared, as bleak as my life used
JESUS SAVESI was hitchhiking on Hallelujah Highway
When I passed a neon sign lit up to say
So, I strolled into the local soup kitchen
Pointed to the sign and asked the definition
Said the lady holding the silver ladle
She smiled at me, her eyes a bright hazel
“Saves whom?” I asked, with an inquisitive tone
“The thieves and the burglars who break into a home?”
“The liars and the cheats who need forgiven the most?”
“The mentally stable who were just wrongly diagnosed?”
The lady simply nodded for she wholeheartedly agreed
“Jesus saves all who are weary and in need.”
“Does he save all the politicians, who take us to war overseas?”
“Does he save all the drug addicts creeping in the streets?”
“Does he save all sinners, no matter their shame?”
“Does he save all the people, till no one remains?”
The ScientistLove does not exist. I console to that fact and point out reasons to further prove it.
a scientific reaction dating back to early human evolution, where the male species insinctively chose the more attractive female species in order to produce healthier offsprings in the future; it's hardwired in all of us as a primal instinct, thus settling as a base need --to reproduce more effectively our own kind for the generations to come.
a basic maternal and/or paternal instinct evident in most mammals in the animal kingdom. Its primary function is to protect our offsprings from external forces that would otherwise cause harm and moreover prevent our kind from progressing further.
a chemical reaction in our brain that results from a ratio of attraction and care. Responsible for this is a hormone called serotonin, a hormone that heightens our mood and numbs the pain receptors in our body.
Love as a concrete feeling/emotion? I highly doubt it. If it we
Broken MirrorI am not,
What you see,
Although you may indeed,
Choose not to believe
I am a fabrication,
Built to make you smile,
So you don't know that I lie
I am not,
As strong as I seem,
And it is not laughter,
That in my eyes gleams
I am a tale of woe,
And one of sorrow,
So weak that I can't lead,
I can only follow
I am not as whole,
On the inside as out,
I am full of misery,
And so full of doubt
I am nothing more than illusion,
A master of it, I am,
I hope that you don't notice,
I don't expect you to understand
Pieces, big ones and small,
Force me to my knees,
Again and again,
Force me to crawl
Lurk underneath my surface,
Making me feel incomplete,
Making me feel worthless
The silver sheen which covers,
Hides my secrets within,
Keeps from you my shame,
Keeps from you my sin
But, if you look closer,
And come nearer,
You will find I am nothing more,
Than a stained and broken mirror
jlp June 1, 2009
TaosWhen you break my skin,
what you find there is
rose petals scorched
by the sun and
my lacy bones.
When you kiss me hard,
I taste cinnamon,
apple spice, red wine.
You're an old flame
that refuses to burn out;
a candle in the window
of a mountain village home,
a cabin adorned with holly
sprigs, berries and thyme.
You're the memory of
fairy tales read on
a bear skin rug,
Abuelita's voice and
the slow crackle of
orange flames hitting wood.
Girl, I missed your scent
when I was in the south;
far from the pine trees
and diamond snowdrops.
I missed the vanilla
you dabbed behind
your ears and
the hoya leaves
you dropped in
a zigzagging line
from my room to
yours on purpose.
Girl, you liked to
tease me like that;
in odd ways but I loved it,
how you showed off
your knowledge of
herbs and natural medicines
that could cure headaches,
nausea and heartbreak;
even nightmares caused
by past regrets
and childish monsters.
You were so kind
to the poor
Kori tis NychtasThe constellations screamed
The moon gave birth
Soft midwinter night was
The newborn was Beauty
Wrapped in robes of dragonflies
Hair the color of silver secrets
Threaded with seashell pearls
She dressed in white
For her wedding with the stars
As she stood
Galaxies poured from her eyes
Snow vines blossomed at her feet
And her heart smoked
Setting the earth in spin
She carved from the sky
A crescent bow
Baptized herself the huntress
In a stream of light
And fashioned from fireflies
A single arrow
Then shot it through space
To be heard by Gods
Beneath a cypress tree
She sang to the universe
Something ice pure
But drenched in sadness
And heaven melted into the sea
Divinity drank her lunar toxin
And sweetened her words
Enveloped her in wind
Quickly eating the fatal poetry
Her bright Unspokens
She kissed the forest leaves
And thanked them for shelter
Etched virtues in limestone walls
Anointing the midnight world
River waters froze over
Her perfect skin
Glowing ivory velvet
SadnessSadness had always been an active resident in the places I had lived.
It swelled and breathed and scented the breeze like the dying petals of spring,
floating through open windowpanes and settling like dust on the empty shelves.
Sometimes it just appeared without visible entry like the cobwebs that roost in those corners you had thought so clean just a day ago. Or it unraveled in the morning dew and graced the cold spring skies, scattered like hundreds of wandering stars only visible in the light of a window.
It would melt into my morning tea, cooling the little tornadoes of cream and sugar that spun around my spoon and it would pass behind my pupils as I stood before the bathroom mirror.
I could hear it at night like an insect, clicking across my skull, etching tallies in the walls like a prisoner counting the days without the sun.
Sadness swelled and breathed and surrounded me until I was certain that it was simply a part of my being; the part as close to myself as my skin and my bon
Knight in Shining AmourMany men have fallen to the allure
Of her sweet demure,
But she won't have herself a
Knight in shining amour.
She wishes instead
To be another lady's
Softly handsome savior.
Don't. I'll get that for you.
Wait. Take my coat or you'll catch the flu.
Stop. I'll make a dinner so rich
Your pale cheeks will turn a rosy hue.
My fair maiden,
I'll do anything you want me to.
Some ladies glow with smiles
Most girls reserve for men,
And yet they turn away
To give their love to them.
A small shaking tear
Oft drips down her eye,
Yet she lets them dry
As she gives it another try
And yet another try.
She's even got a ring
For what maiden will sway,
But until then with her eyes
She'll tease and she'll play.
But wait, what's this?
Your eyes and lips glow
So soft and pure...
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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