Celebration
It's a celebration
that lines the panorama
as the white takes over
come up from the ground
blue gray black
shoot. Shoot. crack up
Iike morning it's been washed
into a sphere of love and then
by it's lover is told
it's not that beautiful.
it coils up and hides inside.
AW -
(inspired by the oil painting Celebration by David Hockney)
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What's the Secret?
etching our names in the hide of history
aren't we?
catch the blast?
will be the last?
won't we?
R.A.W.
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wonderings
I wonder what the world will bring
I wonder if love will ever cling
I wonder if life is really what it seems
I wonder if it’s foolish to have faith in dreams
These questions haunt my mind
Answers seem impossible to find, but I believe in what I can’t design
I wonder everyday
But never have anything to say
I wonder if I’m a monk of present day
I wonder if silence is beauty in the purest way
No more wondering only truth
Please help me look and find the root
I wonder if the root is real
I must wonder if the pain can ever be healed
kevin conley
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it's good to get to know
the ghosties in your neighborhood
you knever ever know
the things that they will say to you
in your sleep
just shedding scales
not meaning to disturb
just tipping scales
with a single word
where do
they
come from?
it's good to know
better to
converse
for a while
"Why am i so freaked out?
Cause i know i'm gonna die!
And where do i go?
i stay right here.
i mean, what kind of afterlife is this?
i still
have to deal
with you people."
I feel a smile
"blue is the sky
blue are clean waters
blue is the glint
in my eye
corrosive cobalt
to see
true communications
lets go mind to mind
blue
resplendant
blue
eye to slendar eye"
-thra'en
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What Remains
In dreams are the memories we canít forget
The pain we endure, but canít leave behind
The face of love as we remember sadly
The hurt, the tears, the times we want to forget
The happiness we long for but canít obtain
The warm embraces now replaced by cold tears
cried alone, cried often in deep sorrow
In the waking hours we push it aside
Until quiet moments it haunts the mind
A constant reminder of that which was lost
An aching never fully satisfied, a hunger unfulfilled
Regrets and confusion, questions with no answers
Finally the screams of rage break the silence
The weeping begins and the tears fall free
What remains is a mere shadow of what was
Emptiness , regret, walking the edge of hysteria
Serenity comes with acceptance but still
Denial hides ready to claim the final prize
Existing to see the day when dreams come true
If wishes are granted, and tears stop falling
All that remains is emptiness, white , calm , silent
Aine Morrigan - 2002
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Gently as I lean back against the armrest, I begin to ponder, and ask
myself questions about life and death. Reality and endless, twisting,
possibilities.... Shifting cells spinning through an endless maze of
veins and arteries, always coming back to the heart, lest a cut spill
them forth upon the ground...
I dream of dreaming. everything locked together... Everything with some
form of substance, each sustaining the other. The air itself giving
life, and life air form. Dreaming things I could never possibly explain,
yet I dream them.
And in some form or fashion, they must make sense, simply because
everything else does not...
As I think these things, I am overcome by a strange sense of excitement,
and a sense of discovery, yet still torn by the realization that life
never ENDS....
It only SHIFTS.
There is no DEATH.... Only MOVEMENT!
Yet to where I have not discovered...YET!
All the possibilities. Not FATE. Not PREDESTINATION. Each chooses his,
or her, own path. And what makes one man choose one path over another?
Is it the human mind, urging us to learn from the mistakes of the past?
Can human nature truly learn from the past, or is everything paralell,
and we keep repeating the same mistakes over, and over?
Well, kiddies, I can tell you that knowledge is not handed out by some
SUPREME BEING, to a select few...
But!! Know this... The more you learn, the more questions ther are to be
asked.
this is not to say live your life in ignorance....
Just make sure you ask the right questions.
anonymous submission
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porcelain
Deep inside this hardened shell,
down below the flesh
Underneath her blistered mind,
the taste of wasted death
Captured in her empty soul,
I rot with what remains
Holding on to nothing,
I watch her slip away
Lost inside confusion,
with nothing to believe
Spinning uncontrollably,
loving to deceive
Slivers of exploded love,
pierce my fractured lips
Bleeding out the sin I am,
onto her fingertips
Tears of blue escape her eyes,
falling out of place
Scarring all the memories,
descending down her face
Oblivion has creeped,
suffocating death
Exhausting whispers stolen
from underneath her breath
Weakened with her love
Yet driven by this fate
I thrust my fingers through her chest
And strangle all her hate
Controlled by my obsession
I rip and tear apart
These shards inside my wounded hand
Were once her porcelain heart
- blak7magik7@hotmail.com
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