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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."

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

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

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).

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...

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.)

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
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SOLDIER OF GODUnashamed, i fight by your side
With Valor, I follow your lead
Your every word, is my guide
I sacrifice myself in the name of your creed

My faith is strong, surrounded by fire
I trust you with my life
I am imperfect in your eyes
An unclean sinner, unworthy of your grace

Yet you hold me with open arms
An endless embrace, in the arms of perfection
You wash the dirt from face
the blood from my hands

I am at your mercy
Your will, your command
I will follow you into Hell itself
to sanctify what was lost

In our Hellish world, you are an oasis
A long and hard road, has covered me in sin
And your waters, wash me into Paradise
I wil

Sugarcoated AnarchySurrounded by waters in which we can not swim

This is no longer just a cause, it is war

No longer will you sugarcoat the anarchy

No longer will you oppress those who speak truth

We will rise

We will rise to take back what was lost

RISE to arms, to show you true war

RISE TO TAKE FREEDOM BACK BY FORCE

An oxymoron for the Hypocrites

Shock & Awe for the Tyrants of old

A desensitized revolution

An expired evolution

No change No progress

NO MOVING FORWARD

WE RISE

WITH blood, WITH sweat

NO fears, NO Tears

all heart, all mind

We arise to the top

to conquer whats ours

We arise above all

to show the scars you left

behind

A FINE L

Discipline through fearWhen i embraced it, it became my strength

I will climb to the top

to look down on what is

possible

I'll be strong, I'll be brave

in a world so Beautiful

yet filled with Hell

I'll attack from all angles

But i have lived

long enough to know

That there is always Sacrifice

in gaining wisdom

Mercy through brute force

I'll lock the truth in your mind

AND THROW THE KEY AWAY

I'm the boot to your door

I'm the hand to your neck

I'm what gives Discipline

through fear

ALL sheep, ALL wolf

In a flock, in a pack

it's simple perspective

NOTHING MORE

NOTHING LESS

SHOW ME what it's like to be fool

and i'll show you what it's like to su

A Burning HomeI dwell in my own burning home

As do my kin

Whom were once free & Brave

It now stands, oppressed by flame

Black & charred

Is it's once powerful foundation

Pieces are missing; taken by the flame

We see the concentrated marks

of intentional burns

An Intentional Hell

Was brought upon our home

The Reasons, yet to be found

Bloodshed, brings them to light

We know who you are

We watch you through your own windows

We see past your facade

You are nothing without your words

Broken promises are brought only

by self corruption

We've rebuilt before

We shall again

A blight upon you

A plague to your words

To make your home vacant

onc

FallingA plague of the mind

An addiction in my heart

so vast

No end in sight

A pasture of dead grass

Rough against the skin of my

very being

A thousand yard stare

into my soul

I see whats black

and it burns with malice

Just another witness to

my own fall from grace

Another betrayal

JUST ADD WORDS

A once noble cause

Now lies broken

by my own hands

Whispers in the dark

A blind point of the finger

To buy myself time

ITS ALL FOR NOT

I'm in the open

Vulnerable in my actions

Weak in my words

Is it worth fighting for?

One simple ideal?

One leads to more

so i will cut from my decaying

body

Bleed it out; an Honorable

AMPUTATION

Cold and HollowNo more commands

I'm not your whore

I'm not your slave

You're done

with the walk of Pride

Self-pity lies deep

and i intend to

dig it out for

the world to see

a HOWLING wind

through you COLD HOLLOW BONES

It brings me to my knees

with tears of laughter in my eyes

Why should i feel sorry for

a self-righteous monster

Self-made on the anvil for Hubris

The wolf HOWLS but it's eyes are shut

The perfect time to take

a shot in the dark

a HOWLING wind

through you COLD HOLLOW BONES

It brings me to my knees

with tears of laughter in my eyes

Is it Denial or simple hallucination?

I'll light a flame to show

what you've done

An Immi

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by ~GrubbsWriting, Mar 2, 2013, 5:45:10 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

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 die,
my goals await my coming