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TrepidationI trod down this path once before
but now It seems I've been
hoping for this moment to come
and hoping it will end
You'll see that I'm not fixed in this
the mental tug-o-war
keeping my love at bay
when I'd love to love this more.
I cannot take this hand, my dear
though I know the way you feel
my heart would not allow me now
to take in this slack reel
The love I know that we both share
is not the best, I see
but how am I supposed to know
that you're so right for me?
I can't decide if writing this
is something that's not right
or my fleeing mind is
the real reason we're not tight
You've got so much to offer
I see it in your eyes
I cannot help but look away
each time you gaze in mine
I think each time that I have myself down
something like this comes to be
and I can't help but be swept up
in new love's tranquility
Broken RecordInsanity is doing something with a lack of reason
A deranged state of mind; everything's an illusion
Doing it over again, expecting a different end
Almost like a broken record that you're trying to mend
You set the needle back, hoping for a tune
But only vast, empty silence fills the room
They say the broken record would never be fixed
But still the insanity continues, leaving you transfixed
A different result you expect, from setting the needle back again
But never did it hit you that the attempt was vain
Endless trying, never succeeding
Perhaps it was just the insanity speaking...
We are all sick..Bacteria,
passed over and over,
from lips to lips,
from finger to finger,
from life to death,
and from soul to soul.
small to big,
dangerous to fatal,
and terrifying to adored.
passed from flowers,
and dark caverns unexplored.
traveling through the air,
into the blood,
into the water,
and into the soul.
All passed by us,
traveled through every passage,
and slipping through every gate.
Some would wonder,
what is the meaning of this poem?
Just to list some things that most are already afraid of?
To waste time of us who have lives?
or does it have a deeper meaning,
that we are all just to blind to see?
Well you see,
but the disability to not see how others see.
The disability that poisons the soul,
that weakens us,
and that will kill some of us.
Some people need to understand,
that before you judge,
or ignore something,
that you gotta think about what the other person might b
Different is GoodWhy do people seem to think
That its good to fit in?
That being different is evil
That not conforming is a sin
All people that conform
They are sheep, you can't trust them
But one who dares to be themselves
Now there's a hidden gem
Just think of who you'll meet
When you decide to just be you
So many fascinating people
And friends who love you true
Those who have a dream
Or a passion, or an art
They bravely face their fears
And can truly touch your heart
If you just be yourself
And love to live and learn
That is truly beautiful
And you help the world turn
Being different is good
Despite what people say
I'm different and I like it
It's easier that way
Ruba'i of MichelRuba'i of Michel
Rulers fell since history
Times change and stay the same
I look outside and still I see
But they claim it's in freedom's name
Everyone may be to blame
I head for my room silently
There can be only one thing true
In my privacy I am really free
Nobody can interfere with me
When I tell my honey
I love you
And I do
all I seeshifting sands
cacaphonic self saturation
all I see
relates to me
La Main de GruyereLe pieu rubicond de mortalité,
À l’assaut de mon membre fermenté,
Affine la flasque main de gruyère,
Pour lever ses croûtes et cratères.
Sur l’épiderme fondant et bulleux,
Les cloques claquent leurs corps fibrineux,
Suintant la bistre et laiteuse liqueur,
En une superficielle douleur.
La pâteuse meule anthropomorphique,
Laisse germer cinq doigts analgésiques,
La pasteurisation est amorcée,
Je vois, sa voie lactée cailler.
To My Own Worst Enemy (Writing Prompt)He's knocking on my door again,
He whispers, "You can do that another time."
"Just put it down a minute and then..."
Before I know it, it's a quarter to nine.
I must refuse him, I must --
or else I'll never get anything done.
Before it collects any more dust,
I must force myself to run
To the finish line, and don't give in!
Tell the procrastinator inside, "No way!"
I can finish, I can win!
I will not waste my time -- not today!
Found and LostYou danced naked in the dark to Mystery
And found Jesus hitching on the highway.
You found another self across the Wild Sea,
(Nearly Discipline, if not for your attention span)
And Peace from Eastern Philosophy.
From a looking glass you were Born Again;
And found Fortune in the bottom of a cup of tea.
You wore Religion like Fashion when it was the trend,
Collecting Faith, never Wisdom, you see?
You bet your Future on a game of cards,
Threw it all away when it got too hard,
And where I won, you lost when you left me.
LivesThe world she never said was fair
comes back to prove my point
to everyone who comes around:
the world is out of joint
It's nothing I can take away;
take me away from it
the ever-burning, flaming spire
stuck in a pile of shit
Well do I know now indeed
the strife all of us face
but as The Animals said
"We gotta get of this place"
Just to be a cog again
in steamy, oily works
would do nothing to support
development of quirks
Won't your life be shared with me
as I have often dreamt?
I cannot rightly say the things
my heart screams, though they tempt
What gives us rights
to steal these lives
we prime their pumps and then
we leave them all to dry
Lives we mould to fit our bill
are naught but empty shells
and as they shatter on the ground
they now await fresh hells
The hell I see is just a pond,
the city reflects within
of stark gray scape above
I see no life, just tin.
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