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The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.

Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.

The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my

Hand Cannon Overkill

The charismatic recluse
with a loner's philosophy.
Birds of a feather,
the punishments that I endure,
I cannot work beneath
these pressures,
The know-nothing status
in the search for myself
Goes on with trial & error...
All in all, I am merely awaiting
my own return.

Deserving of Nothing

My endless imperfections
shout to the very core of my soul,
Beating away at my humility,
To bare reminder
that I do not deserve you
in the slightest...
Grace is your very essence,
as you embody that which is perfection.
Whereas my rush
to find the flaws of my name,
You tell it tales true,
of the feelings you hold.
Abnormal is my persona,
and infinite apologies are due,
Many thanks, just as much,
are in order...
To God, to you....
Beauty be what has enraptured my heart
for the eternal hour at hand,
You and only you are the whom
that I most desire,But never deserve.

Priority Road

My dreams, no matter how vivid,
Dissipate as that second arrives,
That my eyes are opened.

At my wake, do dreams die,
Die and bury themselves,
Beneath the goals they form.

No control is had over me,
Merely influence is it,
That encompasses my soul.

And there at the muddy,
bloody feet beneath my aching legs,
Is the starting line of efforts drawn.

Here is where the beginning is that
which leads never to an end,
as my soul, in all its toils, shall ever be loyal.

What is faith, aside from assuming,
Presuming my future and fate
are unpredictable to say the least.

Lead on, by the dashed line in my road.
Though my wake is where dreams d

Recreating Eden

And what if for you I built a garden?
In there where we would know a private freedom,
The priceless peace without end,
And a patch of Heaven to cover the bruises of time.

There you would find all your dreams of us,
And then more to add as we go along,
Skimming carelessly over the grass…
Free without shame, hand in hand in love.

And what if I grew for you the flowers of all your favorite colors?
Blossomed and alive, their scent filling the air…
I would create a beating heart in its center,
A pond of warm stone, and a fountain to give it life.

I would lay with you in a hammock beneath the shade,
holding close the love that is my ow

5. The End is No End

Never had I beheld such a morbid sight,
Even after all that had penetrated my vision,
And pierced the very innocence of my soul.
~
Before stood the arisen Gates of Hades,
And but a few steps was I from the source of opposition.
My knees then met the soil and ash that laid below me.
~
The eyes that had before surrounded me,
Came to once more encircle me…
I knew not the reason, nor did my curiosity overcome my fear.
~
The drums of my ears felt nothing but a deafening ring,
And every hair arose on the flesh of my arm in alarm.
A familiar presence came from behind me.
~
I turned my eyes to the Hooded Figure that had bestowed upon

Ascetic Perception

I met a man today...
his eyes were tired,
and he seemed lost.

How I wanted to help him,
How his eyes stared off into space,
How his affliction shouted to me...

He spoke out, and the words tore at me,
and as he spoke, so we began,
repeating his words, of the why & how.

Our eyes met, and silence became us.
my heart pounded, as he breathed heavily,
tears fell...out of anger...out of fear...

I met a man today,
his voice was low and solemn...
this man in the mirror.

2. Battery Low

Where else is there to turn,
When your own blood and flesh
are against you?

In the time when one must learn
to grow from being just another
pawn to just another cog.

In an existence of corrupted control,
where each monkey is too
often a slave to another.

Grown and flowing with
a virus of such hate,
the heated emotion has spread
over like the flames within itself.

The waves have come and gone
in this hellish marathon,
over turning almost every effort of advance.

So where else to turn
other than to the bones
that carry the burden of this virus?

How pitiful that the wingless apes
turn on one another rather
than relying on each other.

The

The Suffering I Disavow

I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.

Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...

Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.

I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still d

Fading Flickering Faults

The flickering lights,
then dim and faint were they
as the water rose.
joined by the falling drops
from storm descending
down with a lifeless energy.
Upward came each splash,
and back down with a dying sound.
At random was the already spontaneous
of every moment in the life
of every last drop.
So blended now, in the ripples
with the ever uneasy waters.
Like the flickering lights,
did their time become dim and faint.

I Can Make You Cry

My heart sank at the sound of the first shot,
Falling deep into black of this abysmal state of mind.
My thoughts rushed in a panic,
Knowing only anarchy the beat of my heart.

I collapsed in a stairwell,
falling upon jagged right angles.
Weeping out of my pointless efforts,
Broken down along the road to saving her.

Shouts came like the voices of ghosts from the 13th floor,
Echoing through a haunting resonation.
Silence became a blanket over my shoulders,
The ghosts and my weeping became mute.

I was to be alone there on,
With her as but a memory,
A dream to bring me smiles,
A nightmare to make me reminisce.

I feared for the future of our c

Azrael's Peace

Pray I,

should we ever part,

As my arms and lips

shall long for those which are yours...

Angels in Heaven,

preserve me in my patience,

For I shall hold onto this heart bestowed to me,

By this one love of mine,

This heart upon a sleeve,

for the world to see.

And my heart shall be hers,

my mind my own,

So that I may constantly see her face...

Those mesmerizing eyes

locked upon mine

Like flame to a ...candle wick....

Should I be forced to wait until the end of my time,

Then I will tell Azrael to grant me a final kiss to you,

If the time and health permit....

And should I pass on before you,

I will request guidance

A Shade in the Fog

Gazing onward with the wanting eyes,
in search of nostalgia and reminiscence
is the shell of me.
Repression of thus, my depression,
I recall little to nothing at all.
Find me within the fog of my thought,
Shade of my Lord,
for lost am I,
drowning in the murky waters
of my ever fleeting psyche.

The Bell Tower

Black vines crept up the eroded bell tower.
As I dreamt in a gray sanctum,
My eyes saw the virus grow,
Grow and spread upon time itself.

How we basked in set fires,
Amidst the beautiful and withering oceans,
There where reached we, out to sanity,
Out there in this, our gray sanctum.

The storms formed with great rhapsody,
Before my eyes, in this dream to turn into nightmare,
The rain turned to a cold sweat,
And undead gulls surrounded our ranks.

The asylum to keep the bipartisan minds enticed,
Where we grew up and over time itself,
Reaching ever higher to the source of angels,
In the lack of realization that we were the erosion.

4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone

The arachnid turned, and receded to the peak of the structure,
The creatures stood as still as the trees,
And soon, they too did retreat back to whence they came in the woods.
~
A powerful gust came to my shoulders,
And at a drumming pace did it come from above…
My ears then beheld in amazement, the beating wings.
~
The numbers were the sort that would leave you speechless,
Endless were the children of Creation, loyal to a dying & holy breath,
Swooping down, as their passing pulled me back towards the edge.
~
Here began my free fall from Omphalos and into the War Zone.
Past the maze which I once did tread, descending the mountain

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Free Spirit Fail Safe

by ~GrubbsWriting, Jan 1, 2013, 8:07:56 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.

Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.

What a sight as I close my eyes,

Late at night when energy dies.

Taken to flight my psyche then flies.

Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.

Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies

The withered flowers ashen and in bloom

Be my soul to cower, from the ever impending doom.

Two clocks tick, one my own and the other my fate.
The flood arrives to consume
and to the end does the time die and go black...

Open my eyes to the dark if night
An abyss before me to lay back down...
down where the floodgates come unhinged
and my imagination lies.

Free Spirit Fail Safeby ~GrubbsWriting

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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This is based on a dream I had about a week ago, and it conveys an emotional metaphor filled with symbolism and imagery in order to provoke the deepest thoughts of the reader. I chose the title because I wanted to use this poem to portray my thoughts on a series of personal events in my life going on right now.

It explains how in sleep, the mind can go just about anywhere, and the lack of control that is involved with the natural process of sleep induced hallucination sends our minds on, for lack of a better term, an acid trip. There, In the dream world, we can be reminded of our burdens, our dreams, our fears, or our hopes.

In this particular scenario, two clocks are used to represent the life span of the dream and the dreamer within the dream itself. The person sleeping feels drowned and bewildered by their surroundings. Confused and scared, they feel the end approaching-and suddenly they wake up, that cold sweat lining their pale skin in the night. All they can really do is return to sleep, surrendering control once again, to their deepest imaginations.

Now then, THAT it is the literal explanation of the poem...My purpose behind writing it is that this entire holiday break has been truly awful...it could be a lot worse, but things just kind of suck right now. I chose the title, “Free Spirit Fail Safe” because I wrote this in thoughts of my closest friends and my wonderful girlfriend. We as humans sleep, not only to replenish our bodies and minds, but to escape from reality for a short time. Hence, my friends and I are all for the most part and usually, free spirited folk, and sleep is just a way for us to escape the hells of our personal lives, which right now are under tremendous stress.

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~Lilithmae1231 Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow; this really paints a full picture to me, and such a chaotic and emotive one.

~GrubbsWriting Jan 6, 2013 Professional Writer

Thanks!

~Lilithmae1231 Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome!

~YoshiofRedemption Jan 6, 2013 Student General Artist

Wow. That was fantastic! The imagery and symbolism were truly amazing!

~GrubbsWriting Jan 6, 2013 Professional Writer

Thank you!

~YoshiofRedemption Jan 6, 2013 Student General Artist

you're welcome!!

~Tarzok Jan 2, 2013

Very nice and beautiful.

~ShiningSteel Jan 2, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I've never read something like this before. Very nice!

~LupusIntus Jan 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Fantastic piece: the imagery is incredible and vivid.

Your style of writing is also very smooth and flowing and I could absolutely see/hear this put to music as a song.

Very well done!

~DarthSithari Jan 1, 2013

And I thought I had strange dreams.

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