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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.
A Rebel's BloodI lived on hollow promises and
dreams as thin as mist.

And kings and lords
who offer gold
in return for my head.

Through the Golden Palace Gates
I'm met with oaths, made to be broken.
I'm met with lies and truths, unspoken.
I'm met with eyes that have seen what I
never dreamed of seeing.
And eyes of crying, blind, fresh beings.
I'm met with suffocated desires.
I'm met with raging hateful fires.

There's a masked man who was paid
a few million pieces to chop my head.
He raises a sword. All what there ever was fades.

I shut my eyes...
I breathe.
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
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.
procedureMidazolam

the formula for amazement: a rare pollen from the surplus field
where horses haven’t grazed since April’s warm orgy
left a bindweed pink disease,
unrepenting against chainlink,
nights spent foraging for a spectre to grieve over,
to watch for while it elevates and descends
like a dumb waiter serving sunlight
to jealous little bastards, birthed and trailing in umbilicals,
sleepy, glass-eyed hydras
who never listen to anything,
uninvolved in my tiny drama,
the feeling of losing my treasured afflictions,  
the mythos that fastens the concrete to dirt,
the wind to my spirit-skin,
is dulling the edges of the skyhead
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.
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.)
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
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
Second BestI always win silver, never gold;
I'm constantly pushed to the
Back seat of life, envious eyes
Fixed on the powerful driver's seat.

Someone is better than me, not
Once but annoyingly all the time.
I give the essence of passion and
Yet modesty lacks bright success.

Perhaps throwing my hands up
In the air with defeat is the
Only good thing in my miserable life;
I will always be second best.
NatureIt’s nature to cry
The only piece given to human beings.
It’s nature to be aggressive
To have the drive to live.
It’s nature to love
To care for those around
Just like it’s nature to fail
Just once or twice.
It’s nature
Yes
To be human.
Acting like a machine
Goes against this nature.
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Concupiscentwe’ve come to this again.

sweat, heat and more sweat;
beads that drip;
onto dark silhouettes,
dancing under the stars.

moonlight guides my step;
our breath caught in the cold,
and from your lips; a gentle mist
that caresses my neck,

it gives me chills…
Dream of Better-----------------------------------------Why

If only for the weak of mind
the dreams appear to try and find
a hope that was somehow lost
before a life, the hope will cost

-----------------------------------------The First Night

if only in the dying hour
I dream alone as time devours
all the joy that lives inside
all, it seems, that time divides
and if I should be again
only god himself
this joy could send
From this I see
a loss of hope
for the belief inside
this time did choke
until the ruin that has become myself
has become all of me
inside and out
I can't help the way I feel
Even if sometimes it's much too real
and for
EJ StuartI tried my best today brother,
to trace the ink upon the paper;
But the black well dried up long before,
my first words could be found.

And of events past settled,
I still know them to be wrong;
But the days are getting longer now,
And the weather’s not as cold.

I’m sorry about our father,
I feel that you should know,
he's found another little boy;
But I’ll still forget to tell you.

Know you’re not forgotten,
I still remember when you left;
Taken by someone who didn’t care,
leaving us for something worse.

When you receive my letter
and find an empty envelope;
I only hope you’ll understand
From Me to YouIt happened today.
when my father and I,
were racing for the playstation
Through the smiles and taunts
and the playful bickering,
I realized

he and I were not so different.
if only in age but not of heart
At that moment and not before,
I felt I understood adults.
while seemingly austere,
and bemused with constant chores
they are only masquerading.
Because under their skin,
they are overgrown children.

So tomorrow,
we'll race for the skateboards
and I wont mind being last
just to see him laugh and smile
because in truth,
I was raised by two kids.
and if Im lucky
Ill grow up,
to be just like them.
The Failing of Lady Locura pt3“Is he lying, can I know?”
Why does he stand there, engulfed in black
Where I cannot see but to be told
Sight not acute, intention fiery
Being it more likely that I cut out his heart

I watch all motions and twitches
Always craving, bound by moral constrictions
To hurt the one my lady has coveted
This man my foe, who my lady has coveted
This I would pledge, my wife not hung upon a rope

Distilled the love I send, to be sent again never
For my heart always bending is now broken on the floor
My hopes condemning and arduous to mend
Wondering, if the heart was ever meant to mend
Now forever filled with hatred and outli

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A Cruel Revolving Curve

:iconglen:

Fall star - crash;
And shed your light in ribbons upon the dirt.
Covered in slime and shit; mutiny and greed; all sins -
a bold perturbing circle of despair.
Knee-deep, sinking through it's density,
Irate with disgust and horror,
Built upon need and disappointment,
Our shoulders bear weight -
Dear God! Even you would stumble and slip
and fall - without redemption.

It is with malice that we ache,
with hate and pain and blood,
all spilling from us, equal; as we are in our toils.
But with it all comes perseverance
And sweat; grit and will; iron clad.
Torture and want breeding need and endurance,
So that in the finality of this doomed machine -
We will drag the light of the world upon us
And unbind ourselves from Hell and suffering.
:iconglen:
We are thrown involuntarily into this world - into sin and hate - and each of us are just trying to mold the foundation of our universe so that we are, in the end, happy.
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~SpiritUnleashed Aug 6, 2007
i disagree. but i like the poem. great imagery and feelings. good job.
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:iconglen:
~glen Aug 10, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. I appreciate the comment and please understand that I mean no disrespect to any other person's beliefs or anything like that.

My poetry is based often off of momentary moods or developments in my life so what I write in perspective one minute might change the next, although the foundations will (more than likely) stay the same. I'm not one to drastically change my views unless completely necessary and proven ignorant
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~SpiritUnleashed Aug 11, 2007
and that is perfectly fine. what works for you, works for you and i have no right to judge you or your beliefs. after all, they are illusions. why fight over illusions?

and it is great that you are constantly changing and evolving, and that your beliefs are flexible enough to withstand change. go for it.
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~enslavedsphinx Aug 4, 2007

It is too deep that I'm baffled; and it feels great to be astounded.
I really like that imagery that you showed.
Brilliant approach.
:+fave:
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:iconglen:
~glen Aug 5, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much :)
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~alwaysandnever Aug 3, 2007
i really like your word choices
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:iconglen:
~glen Aug 3, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
thanks :)

Appreciate it
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~alwaysandnever Aug 3, 2007
you're quite welcome
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