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Into the dark no moreNo more dives into the deep
Let me stay in the shallow
I'll dive into the deep again
But not now, not today

I'll stay away from the dark
and the dangers down there
Let me stay inside the light
Where I can restore again

Let the light touch me
The dark won't get me
I've seen enough of it
turned my back at it

The sun can warm me up
To the inside of my heart
No more darkness inside
what I call my mind

Maybe a spark left behind
To remember how it was
So I don't want to return
To the darkness ever again

One-Way StreetI always thought
we would both leave,
but as you grew older
I wondered whether
one of us would be
left behind.

Our friendship failed
as strangers became neighbours
and you left the town
I’ve come to realize
is equal in spite and beauty.

And so I stayed
until eighteen
but return regularly,
through the fields
I walked in as a child
drinking the wine and champagne
I found in hedgerows.
I cracked them open
and swallowed both
the alcohol and broken glass.

I took a stone from the byway
to my new home
and in time
I threw it
into the wetlands
I discovered.

I’m reminded of the scar line
after I ripped my bicep open
on the barbed wire

Dream Like Kings"Dream Like Kings"

When we dream we dream like kings

Kings with gold and diamond rings

Rings that shine from eye to eye

Eyes divine like massive shrines

In this land composed of sand

Sand as smooth as silky hands

Hands design these crafty plans

Plans that have such odd demands

They call for walls made of ore

Ore taken from the core

The core of which can not be seen

Seen by those who can not dream

They call for halls made of glass

Glass cut as sharp as grass

Grass as green as those jade rings

Found on hands of kings who dream

For war to cease and peace increased

Peace leased away to nations obese

In weapons, bombs, and viole

Insert Title _1We, the petty,
we, the bourgeois,
poring over mirrors of reflected, collected verse,
only we could drown
in the shallow pools of our own desires.
Self-worth and efficacy distort, distend,
dilate.
Our longing sighs inflate
gauzy bladders, diaphanous,
and we fancy them substantial because they are large -
(We say much the same of our philanthropy.)
- seeking no synonyms,
though "bloated" comes to mind.

A pseudonym can shelter
the sodden intellect, emaciated,
denigrated by false modesties.
How quaint.
How deep, the brainy poet
who breathes his own despite
behind alabaster walls,
sherry perched atop whalebone fingers,
slosh

The Dogs of WarAnd Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
with Ate by his side come hot from hell
shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war;
that this foul deed shall smell above the earth
with carrion men, groaning for burial.

They said the fields ran with ink,
but real men bleed black on white,
and young men bleed green,
and women do not bleed at all.
They said vengeance was a worthy cause.

The dogs of war left teeth-marks in their throats.
Caesar gurgled and died, but his spirit was mute.
Havoc ensued without his order,
and the stones of Rome boiled and flowed
in rivers hot as Ate's eyes.

They

Love is..Love is in the small things
that fill the details of you
They are the great gifts
You give me every day

No expansive things
I don't care about
But the small touch
You give me every day

Love is small
which makes it big
It's all the details
combined into you

Love is this feeling inside
Every time I think of you

Lent 1 - AshesI am a child of ashes,
a proud sinner,
a waste of flesh and blood.
I am dust, and blind, born in shadow,
shy of the light.
There are worms in my eyes.
My fingers are cracked.

But there is One who bears a torch,
who can rekindle the fire
and burn the corruption
from my torrid bones.
My flesh will slough away,
my whoreish lips curl back,
and I will be incense,
a burnt offering.
When the flames have faded,
like a phoenix I will rise,
new and shining,
immortal,
with no memory of shame,
a child of Your ashes.

Living The Dream

We were both born, we met
each other and it was
pleasant; more than pleasant.
We fell in love, got married, stayed together,
started a family and it was
lovely; more than lovely.
We went back to school,
moved around, got old,
retired, and eventually died
in our sleep.

But for such a deadpan remembrance
of our lives, there was
so much
love love love,
there was
so much, and I...

And I always
wake up, and you are not there.

a feeling of Being AliveBlending in and pretending to be someone
It's been my life for years
I'm just a killing machine for hire
Running and hiding seems to be the right thing to do
It was a failed tasked yet I felt relieved
That will be my last task
To start a new life will be hard
A lot of people now are looking for me
Especially my boss that I must avoid at all cost
Why must I leave it unfinished?
Why must I feel this unknown feeling towards my target?
Why does it have to be you?
It's the first time I felt alive, that I'm not just a machine anymore
Like everything and everyone matters
To you I'm just a human being looking for someone to love and c

Pirate MoonA bloody moon rose, hungry, through the mist
to wash his crimson glow across the waves
and froth the surging whitecaps with the kiss
that sent ten thousand sailors to their graves.

Beneath that vicious moon, a sail was set –
as was the fate of some poor, hapless crew
oblivious to the impending threat
that drifted ever closer through the blue.

The moon smiled sweetly, bathing naked steel,
as cannon shuddered through the velvet night
to rend the sodden trader, hull and keel
and put an end to her frenetic flight.

The captain's grin shone redder than his sword
As he o'ersaw the booty brought aboard.

This Thing Called Love"This Thing Called Love"

It can't be found behind a shrub

It can't be found in the skies above

I've searched beyond the bars and clubs

For this crazy thing we call love

If you look before you leap

You may chew off more to reap

But if you take a chance that's deep

You may give your soul to keep

In the hands of someone you don't know

But watch this love now grow and grow

Like magic in the air with someone you care

More than life itself I dare to share

And once on track you can't take back

Nor lose slack between the cracks

Let yourself free to be what you see

And honesty will foster what you mean

If you lose before you gain

Con

I Won't Let You Fall ApartHey, do hear me?
Take my hand.
Hurry!
Before they see!

No, I won't let go.
I won't let you fall
apart.
I can't watch you slip
away.

Yes, it's worth saving!
Hurry!
I'll hide you away from them!
Please, hurry!

Shine, darling.
See your beauty.
Don't run away.
Take my hand.

Because this is something I have to do.
I'll build the wall
I'll keep them on the other side.

I won't let you fall apart.

Deeper Into You"Deeper Into You"

I suffer from a drought of going many weeks without

Seeing her beautiful face kissing my lips of disgrace

And as the glass pours down I know that I have found

The one meaning to stay through a world which is grey

Nothing looks familiar though I never thought it did

Then again I only fool myself for who am I to kid

I can not remember then nor who the hell I was

There's no evidence left to prove and that is just because

I tore up all the photos and left everything to shame

I feel so abandoned except for my pain

I know my only cure is too see her walking pure

Laughing as she does and so happy just because

She looks

Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.

I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.

That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.

It Learns for Good or BadCradle the baby in its sweet and laced carriage
Teach it to be ready to walk amongst the world
Yet not tell it what is to be expected
So it must learn as it grows,

Carve an innocent reflection into it's being,
Let it laugh, and let it play
Never let it wander into harm's way,
Yet there is something of peril I am foreseeing

It knows nothing of what will happen,
And so it goes on, but not cautioned,
Each step crossing over a multitude of boundaries,
Yet how is it to know, it's thoughts said there were no lines that couldn't be crossed,
And nothing to worry about because life is so joyful and free

It's eyes are seeing sweet sugar-co

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The Wanderer

by =QuiEstInLiteris, Mar 6, 2012, 9:06:17 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

My world dissolves into autumn,
the shade and the fire draped about my throat
like so many jewels.
I met the mist as an old lover,
let the dew paint my lips
with the scent of harvest.
In a white memory, you are still walking away,
down that same road.
Your hair was shining like the fall.
Your shape in the fog beckons;
ghost or vision, I care not.
I lose myself.

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~Dawnfad May 8, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

i lost myself in your words
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=QuiEstInLiteris May 12, 2012 Professional Writer

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=LadyofGaerdon Mar 9, 2012 Professional Writer

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I can do the same to you!

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