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A Legacy of WisdomYou have scribed your words,
wealthy wreaths of wisdom,
on paper never torn or worn.
You have etched your passions
on my brow.

You have left this wallowed world
victorious; eyes resplendent
with the wisdom you wrote and wrought.
Your passions shall echo in my ears
unto eternity.

And should I stray into some
sullen storm, or get caught in
the torrents of the monsoon, I’ll know
that Lear’s been there before, and
I’ll not swoon.

And if Hades’ doors open up
before my stranded soul, and scorch
it with the heat of hell, I’ll recall that
I am not the first – Dante’s been down
there as well.

A

NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.

My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?

I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.

My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,

AnarchyScream the anthem of the anarchist!
What is it? Exactly.
I won't tell you; make it up.
Go away. Blow it up.
Burn it down. Deface the town.
But don't give in,
Never -- no.
That's the song we all love so.
Freedom past extremity.
Far away, in my backyard
I own the world; I am a bard.
I wear a beard and shave my head;
All the normals want me dead.
I won't give up; I ramble rave.
You'll never make me behave.
My brother, loser, freak, meek geek
You know-- the beatnick, hippy, punk--
The rock bands my parents debunk--
We treasure what we cannot have:
No allegiance to any flag.

out of Gardenwhat sea
how it is welling your eyes a wet mess

what tide
where urchins of the ocean will spill to howl their elegy
where mermaids will turn widows
once brine has swallowed whole their sailor babes

stewarding the land instead
is why i never set sail with you

but to lay in gardens, oh…

a bed sheet rotten by the ultraviolet
and our laps full of stars

what black soil will pervert your knees there
where moonlight will mirror out from your teeth
to run fanatic toward cosmic space
after bathing in the space among us

where walking air pushes every dust

one of sun-dried butterflies
one of beaten rug with broom
one of hone

Perspectives of a Hallucino...Comfort. The softness of the basement couch. Misery loves company.
Trickling through my fingers. Whispering across my face, her disappearing
lips trace across my cheeks. The smell is sweet, but she is rough against
my throat. Her smell isn't so much intoxicating as it is suffocating, yet
the smoke paralyses my senses and touches my soul. Her street name is
undeserving of her effect on me. Forever, she shall be known to me as
Mary-Jane. I will never know her beauty.

r

the plasticized quantum theory

alabaster immortality
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony

crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
en kaleidoscopes

paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
phosphorescent anti-matter
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche

papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
instinctually

the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
unblemished

tranquil, t

GodThere is a God. I have seen him snap the necks
Of children and inspect their hollow remains.
Pushing past the sinews, there is nothing there.
No prayers clogging the arteries, stopping the rush
Of blood, a blackened jet.
Their mouths had not yet learnt how to
Form 'hail mary's'. Tongues twisted at the sound.
The syllables choke.

There is no use lying to a child who when asking
For God, finds only silence.

He is not interested in them. The purity sickens.
There's a boredom in innocence that causes him
To turn away. His eyes are better fixed on those
Who can praise him. The shallow whore who never
Thought her life would take thi

existentialist pick ups...where have I been all my life?

ScrutinyAnd when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin…
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect…

“I am lost in my own depth,” I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic prin

Vampires heartacheI awake in the night;
I can no longer sleep.
I don't see myself in mirrors;
I see somebody else.
I am alone.
I am dead.
The red stripes on white flesh
Keep me somewhat Sane.
I stare at the ceiling;
It is as cold and dead as I am.
The pain burns within;
as my life slowly fades away.

Wolf's Rain

Snowflakes fall, blood is in the air,
Covering white figure of pride,
Lying forceless on the ground,
Having no strength to fight with the snow,
Nor even with reality,
Which drifts down from the empty sky,
Where the moon cannot be seen,
Where birds cannot be heard,
At which wolves can only howl.

Suicide

I'm so sick of suicide
It's everywhere I look
Pictures, and in movies
In poetry and books

I'm so sick of suicide
It's pathetic and it's weak
Blah blah blah so awful
Outlook always bleak

This life's just not worth living
Could they be any more cliché'?
I know that I just can't go on
Isn't that what they say?

Do you live in China
Without freedom's basic choice?
Are you a woman in Afghanistan?
Forbidden to have a voice.

Are you starving now in Africa?
Surrounded by disease
Or under corrupt dictatorship
Forced upon your knees

These people rise to challenges
We cannot comprehend
They live their lives from day to day
And triu

Procremationso he said let's make a baby
she said let's just make
love
and he said
What's the difference?
She said
A snakeskin
or a little pink pill
And he said
Isn't it about time... she said
You're never old enough
to die
She said Make life-- make
death
and he said
What's the difference?

I like my life she said
he said that won't last
she said I feel
no need...
he said
Well, maybe I do

She said Sow your seeds somewhere else then

the god memorandum

To: You
From: God

Take counsel.
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corr

DyingEach day,
I lose a
little more
of myself.

By the time
death comes,
I’ll already
be gone.

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Hallelujah

by ~KazAzAlwayz, Mar 23, 2008, 1:48:29 PM
Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Open

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Says the dying man
As all the world comes into its plans
And stories have their own lives
That evokes both swords and knives

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Says the mother to her son
As at long last her life comes undone
And the little boy starts to cry
The tears of war in his eyes

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Says the man says to his lover
As their love finally goes under
And he lays her down to die
He sings his sorrow to the broken sky

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Says the minister to me
As all the others wait and see
And my heart beats in my chest
For I know I am not meant to be blessed

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Says my heart to my head
As it still wishes for love or death
And I know what is right
But I still wish for comfort late at night

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Says the flower to the demon
As the devil’s heart comes undone
And that heart is broken again
Only to be forgotten as another friend

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Says the fox to the moon
As she knows that the wolf is going soon
And the horse is in its pasture
Far away until the after

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Says the artist to the soul
As they begin to lose all control
And they begin to laugh
For it is over at long last

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Says the condemned to the lord
As he begs for release from the noose’s cord
And as he leaves this world
He gives his last to what is that girl

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

I say my last to you
I say this as my heart is true
I will not leave like the weak
Not until I find what I seek

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujahby ~KazAzAlwayz

Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Open

I know that this isn't my best, but I thought that it was good enough to be posted.

I've been listening to this ([link]) for quite a while and it inspired it.

Give me crits if ou wish, or don't. Either way is fine.

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~SapphireTurquoise Jun 21, 2011

oh i can't visit the link cuz it's filtered here so i don't know what song you were inspired by but it kind of reminded me of "change" by Taylor twist. but i like your poem way better!

~KazAzAlwayz Jun 22, 2011 Student General Artist

I'll have to look it up xD sounds interesting.

~SapphireTurquoise Jun 21, 2011

omg i just read this poem again (I love it so much) and i read the first comment and at first I didn't know it was mine, I didn't pay attention and I was like what kind of a fool would write such a terrible comment?! and when I saw my icon and name I was so shocked!
the poem made me feel kind of sad but i think it's your best poem. I love it....

~KazAzAlwayz Jun 22, 2011 Student General Artist

It's quite alright dear xD all tastes change in time and I will not hold against you the preferences you had then or have now.
but thank you all the same

=earthsea-23 Jul 21, 2008 Student Digital Artist

Hehe! I know that song! I love this. You did exeptionaly!

~KazAzAlwayz Jul 22, 2008 Student General Artist

Why, thank you very much!

=earthsea-23 Jul 22, 2008 Student Digital Artist

np at all!

~Collamair Mar 24, 2008

that was beautifull....

~KazAzAlwayz Mar 24, 2008 Student General Artist

Thank you, Vincent.

~Rudedude55 Mar 23, 2008 Hobbyist Writer

srry bout dat, Jesse fel sleep at his kee-bord gain he own da floor now
-peece Steph

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