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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.

lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along

Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude

False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen

ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for

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.)

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.

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

HumanDear Hypocrite,

What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.

bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.

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Of a childhood still in anew
There's tears and crying
Of a mother's yelling
And nobody hears you

I hear you
I hear you laugh
I hear you cry

I hear your mother yelling
Such loud screams
But I look out my window
And I don't see a thing

I know you're there
Somewhere in your young mind
You must know something's not right
That tears shouldn't come every night

Through the stench of smoke and alcohol
You survive
You will never know who I am
If anyone ever heard you cry
But I did

I hear you
I hear your tears
I hear your happiness

When innocence is shattered
A choice must be made
To be strong a

Where Are You?Daddy what's wrong with momma?
Why is she so cold and pale?
The answer caused me trauma
Of a life that has gone stale
Momma died that night
She left us without saying good bye
But its okay, she'll go to heaven right?
She'll be happy and safe, that's no lie
Please say heaven is real
And that paradise awaits her
We be good in life, that's the deal
And heaven waits for sure
All my life I'll pray
That I will meet you there some day

FreedomFreedom, first I must break you

Light and DarknessDarkness has always been evil
Light has always brought good
That has always been the way
Since God said "Let There Be Light"
And Satan fell into Darkness

In truth they are both just lust and fears
In the minds of humans
To control who goes into the Light
And who will be forever plunged in Darkness
They are what humans make them

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Night and Day
Sun and Moon
Virgin and Whore

Light is not always good
Light can be blinding
Light of the clouds in heaven
Light of the fires in hell

Darkness is not always evil
Darkness can be peaceful
Darkness of a sleeper's eyes
Darkness of a victim's hideout

Let there be no Light

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I've never doubted the power of words, just a few of them can raise you up higher than you've ever been, or knock you down to rock bottom to where escape is the most difficult.

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by *Shanster12, Aug 10, 2012, 9:06:39 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Politics is like a dog fight
Many come to see one die
And another stand victory
They fight a dirty game
Think they have control
But are puppets with no master
Quick jabs and low blows
Will lead one ahead
The other retaliate
Go for the neck
We cheer and throw money
All is such a waste
For no matter which dog comes out on top
For no matter how much they are praised
They are still just a dog

Politicsby *Shanster12

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Sorry if this isn't my best I'm half asleep, I was playing Scrabble with my grandma and we just kept seeing politcal ad after ad, and that's all my dad ever talks about anymore.

I try to avoid mentioning it but I do live in the US and it's close to voting time. I hope you don't take offense to my poem but this is my view on politics, just a dog fight, except legal.

~SaintOfAngst Aug 12, 2012

first of all...never apologize for your own personal opionion...you have the right to use your poetry to express any idea, belief or emotion that touches your life...the proponents of political correctness have crippled this nation and tied the hands of justice as WELL as creative license...lol...sorry...did NOT mean to stage a soap box serenade in YOUR comment box...so...yeah...the poem was dead on...politics...especially in an election year is just ugly...people pay their tainted money and bet on the dog of choice...then cheer and leer at the visciousness their 'BOY' can exhibit when it comes to cheap shots and dirty punches...the entire spectrum of our electoral process just sickens me...awesome poem....keep writing what grooves you...and for those that have a problem with your work...well...that's what your middle finger is for...lol

*Shanster12 Aug 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, I know and I'm proud of this poem, but I've seen people get vicious and I just don't want to get that.
Thank you for everything you said, I'm glad you liked it and I will always write what I feel.

*Dark-Light-69 Aug 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Nice couldn't have said it better myself.

*Shanster12 Aug 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Why Thank You

!LilRedWagon Aug 10, 2012

WELL said!! ... My BEST .... LRW.

*Shanster12 Aug 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank You!
I've been looking at all your links, you couldn't have put them all in one message?

!LilRedWagon Aug 10, 2012

HELLO! .... I TRIED that but when I attempted to go 'back and forth' DA would not show the pages in same reverse order so I did them ONE at a time .... SMILES >....

BTW: I'm OLD .... 61 .... Be GENTLE .... WINK ....

My BEST to you and yours .... LRW.

*Shanster12 Aug 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

okay sorry, I wasn't trying to sound mean or anything, I'm sorry if it came out that way.
thanks

!LilRedWagon Aug 12, 2012

Shanster12: HELLO, again! ... Did NOT take your above comments as 'mean' at all! .... I kept TRYING to copy/paste the 'links' above/addys here and put them in ONE 'comment box' area but kept 'losing' the 'page' when I tried to RETURN ....

If YOU can put them all in ONE box feel free! ... THANKS! ... Again, my BEST to you and yours and WELL said above!! ... LRW.

!LilRedWagon Aug 10, 2012

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