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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;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.

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.

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.

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...

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

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

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.

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

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

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

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Dec282009What have I done?
They say you should forgive yourself first
and true forgiveness will come
but why am i still feeling down?
as if the mermaid have drowned?

the ship sank
and the man was nowhere to be found
the mermaid looked around
but she still could'nt find

and she drowned
will someone take her hand?
will someone come and save her?

those scars she created--
why would it be that way
why would she do that to herself
she wanted to find the man
and embrace him
because she may not know how love goes
but she know in her heart she felt it
and she will follow it
this heart telling her
how deeply she love him

and even if the

OrionOrion that was in the sky
come forth and shine in my eyes
and let me feel the ice encircling each dot

the living and dying body that was within you
part ways
and will soon be helium
and gases no one named yet

Whenever I looked up
and felt the traces of you in my system
I was filled
for that mere knowing that you were a part of me
and always with me even from afar
will never fade
like distant bodies scattered inkblots I see every night
eternal

Let me not blind Orion
For my eyes are yours forever.

How was it possible?to say i love you many times
to paint my monochrome world
with a fucking rainbow
to make me smile within a crowd
with just myself and a phone hanging from my collar?
how was it possible dear?

to hell with my heart
to hell with a brand new start

I am Running Awayi want to runaway this christmas
with my bible and my notebook
a pen and a charcoal pencil
and a sketchbook too

i want to go somewhere i do not know

and look at happy giddy-faced people
and look at the biggest fake snowflake hanging on a store window

Strawberry ZombieAlcoholic Euphoria that's what it is
You drank a fruity treat with
Spectrum of bittersweet
Poison at the tip and back of your tongue
It was new, it was beauty...

First glass drank straight
Second one down the tip
By the third you fill the silk
Leaving a sober me turn
dizzy daze crazy
It was new, it was easy...

Salti'm leaving to
some place far
it was teeming,
with twisted unfulfilled wishes
and dreams
I was not dreaming
though I wish I was
but still I'm leaving
in hopes of finding a place that suits me
but yet in a staled pace
I'm cringing

Oh I hope it'll end

But I was still wishing and hoping and dreaming
of that same wish to not leave me
that want--
for if it does
I will no longer be here
and if it does
I'm nothing but a faded salt of the earth
with no taste at all.

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by =Aime-Rue, Dec 21, 2012, 8:42:11 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I am here in this vacuum
of dreams and fears
I was happy first
excited, dumbfounded

and then I'll grow
silent, jaded, deaf

What am I
no one understand
I am trying to lay out
what I have in mind
but no one seems to mind
no one seems to add a second glance
I need a second chance
to start over
to be unknown first
then known the other

but--

I am hearing voices
they tell me things
not to kill-- no
just information
and they add up
until my brain races to keep up

I am having vivid dreams
of which I should have written
for they are good pieces of story
unique, alive, carefree
I remember them
from months back

I see different faces
Of people I do not know
They guide me to other places
I know I have not seen
They take me to adventures
Far beyond memory

Such tales woven--
so clearly
I closed my eyes
it was there still
so clearly
ever so clearly

I hope I can shed some light
to all this--
for I cannot fight a fight
blind.

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=lien Dec 22, 2012

Awesome..

=Aime-Rue Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

thank you my old friend

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Always my pleasure!

*just-joking Dec 22, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

We all have those moments, fallen into the grounds, we thought we on top of the world but ended up falling back.... as it happended to me.... but then again, we have to stand up, brush all the mess, and walk slowly, very slowly... and I know you too can re-start, re-born again as I did to mine

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thanks for those kind words much appreciated

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