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A Walk With the Poet- Canto I(Pilot)

Still and standing was I,
at the middle of my journey.
Lost between the right and the wrong.

Forgetful as to the actions that
brought me to such a place as this...
The outskirts of some abandon ruin,

External, the metropolis
from which I had come.
Above me the ruins stood,

looking down upon me...
Upon the desolation in my eyes
which did stare.

What amount of distraught came to me!
I knew no amount of control in this place.
An occurrence so similar to some sort of nightmare.

To what extent is this my current reality?
To what cause is the reason behind,
my presence within these shambles of a past.

At the entrance to my ears,

AlwaysDo you see the water?
That used to be me
Flowing, oh so carefree
Leaving Mother Earth
Once in a while
(It was a heated disagreement)
But I come back
I always come back.

Do you see the skeleton?
That used to be me
Cold bones, white, bleached
In the sun
(It was only an accident)
So I stay
I always stay.

Do you see the lightning?
That used to be me
Oh, too late.
(It was a flash you know)
There's not enough time
There's always not enough time.

Do you see the blue marble?
That's where I am
Small, minute
You could block me out with your thumb.
Abundant yet lonely
I am always lonely.

Bless the AngelsClouded with the swelling light
Of breaking summer dawn,
The sky is barely peeking
Through the early morning yawn.

Gladdened heights of tinted smoke
Lounge above the glade,
Watching idly all the ones
Who hum a hymn today.

The bells of silver and of brass--
They chime a tuneless song.
Reaching to the yielding fields
And calling home the throng.

There they go with books in hand
To slip through mighty doors.
They scurry over cobblestones
Like ev'ry week before.

They kneel and ask a blessing
From the patron of the day.
Then ask to be forgiven
For their callow, wicked way.

The preacher gives the sermon--
Sad and yet sublime.
But through the

You're My PhobiaDriving me into darkness
Windows shut
Eyes shut
Huddled in fetal position
I couldn't stop the frightened tears running down my face

That strange sense
That looming animosity I was clutched in
It has never disappeared
Even if it never truly existed

This tower over me, this shadow
The bane of everything I dream about
Haunts me

I can't speak, not face to face
Look in the eyes
Hear that piercing, blasting voice
I go numb
I'm stupefied

Alone and vulnerable
I feel so weak and defenseless
Just the mention of it
Curdles my blood

Treated like a friend but feeling like
I am the prey
Going cold in an instant, tense and dry
Wishin

(nothing)Sitting on this bus,
I know that I am distinctly
separate.
I am the absence of this bus,
and the other passengers
as well.
There is some sort
of truth to this;
some sort of credence
that I can't
place my hands on.

(I am not the paper, only the folds
made by my fingers.
I am not the blankets,
only the indent left behind.
I am not the rain,
only the dry spots
marking the pavement.)

Even when I'm standing still,
I am not the air.

(I can only hold it in.)

Special favourSoon again someday I'll see your face
And hear your loud laughing cries:
Listening to those strange things you say
As I softly reply with sighs
Yet in mind I'll be thinking all the time
If you and I can ever be side by side.

I'll pretend then that I'm doing fine
Even though deep withinside
I wish to leap into your tender arms
And kiss those lips that are too far;
Beyond reach, because of shared morals
Yet I dream about our lusting tomorrow
As if there were none to follow.

Someday oh, someday it shall be so
That we share a place and together lay
Entangled within this strong desire
To add to the furnace more burning fire
Even

Oy GevaltBubbeleh, trust me.
You don't know the half of the
tsuris I'm having.

LifeEveryday I learn from the wise
Get taught by the young
Tricked by the sly
Loved by the brave
Am saved by heroes
Honored by kings
Adored by goddesses
Scammed by the greedy
Begged by the poor
Hated by theives
Imagined by poets.
I laugh with the old
Cry with the stupid
Fall in love with the special
Kill the great
Maul the smart
Push the meek
Slaughter the strong.
I encouarge
Dissapoint
Spread lies
Tell fortunes
Give advice
Wreak havoc
Destroy
Restore
Bring balance.
I have traveled the world and the seven seas
Roamed the Everglades
Hunted in the Far North
Stared at the Seven Wonders of the World
Walked the Sahara

You, hereYou

The mountains are white
The grass is green
If now I had you
I would on your shoulder lean

I wish you could see this
It would fill me with delight
If only you were here
To share with me this sight

I will send you a picture
But the same would not be
But I will still stay here
As long as I wait for thee

A Selfless BlessingDear God and Goddess
Hear my call
Please God and Goddess
Hear us all

Bestow love peace and wisdom to all I may reach
Even if ye must exclude me
May they mind the law of three
This is my will, so mote it be

*2012

Dead FlowersSo you're telling me
that flowers grow
after they have died?

Well honey, I'd
believe you, but
in the past you've lied.

what about that
awful night?
The trees were pining for your name.

You chopped them down.
What a dick.
You think that glue can fix their pain.

Fruitful DecayIn a long-forgotten grove

Where the fruits of folly grow free,

Flowing with the juices of lust

And self-indulgent vanity.

The trunks are crimson-stain'd

By bloodshed of wars gone past

That left the kingdoms desolate

At the hands of relentless wrath.

Twisted by ambition and greed

Their arrogant wills bore envy's seed

And when their plots finally flowered

They were consumed in those final hours

And as the nations fell to ruin,

The heavens too began to rot away;

Leaves descend onto the forsaken world,

Trapped in the birthplace of moral decay.

I Wrote You a Waltz (in 3/4 time)The picture of you
That hangs on the wall
It's black and white;
No color at all
The shirt you wore was grey,
So I guess that's alright...
But I'm wishin' on stars
I could see you in color tonight
The way that you'd laugh
The way that we cried
The way we kissed
When we said goodbye
The way you'd sneak up behind me
And hold me so tight...
The memory's close,
But I wish you were closer tonight.
The letter you wrote
was simple, and kind
I never wrote back...
I hope you don't mind...
But the words that I conjure,
They never seem right,
Which is why that I wish
You were here to sing with me tonight.
The song that we sang
About moving on
It haunts me now
The radio gets it wrong
You sang it so sweetly,
nothing else sounds right!
No one plays it like you...
Would you come play it for me tonight?

HerI glance her eyes
From off in the distance.
Clear blue and
Glistening bright.

I look her over,
Down then up,
Taking in every
Curve of her body.

Her lucious hips,
Her ripe busom.
Freckles on her face
And a shine in her eyes.

She catches my eye,
And we both turn,
Blushing in a smile.
I take another peek.

She's standing now.
Her long, elegant legs
Streched out.
Her auburn hair flowing in the slight breeze.

I arise,
And turn towards her.
She sees me
And looks at the floor.

I can tell she's been
Looking at me, too.
I've felt her eyes,
The gaze so soft and loving.

I know where this might go.
I can tell we both like each

Don't Let GoHold yourself tightly
let your nails draw blood
from material stretched too tight over shattered bones
sharpened points ripping at the seams
cutting away the last of his finger prints
embedded into your skin

When the ground starts to shiver
jump on the nearest passerby
feel for any grip possible
climb your way up his cracked spine

See the street that has trapped your memories under its pavement
feel them rush back to you in tsunamis, breaking the cities under your eyes
keep walking
crush your feet into the sidewalk
don't look back

Look at the mangled face staring back at you
it's 4 a.m. and you can still see the names he calle

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Uncharted

Inviting

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Consider it an act of welcome
I am only another particle in the night, anyhow
Pressing the button that opens the portal to my castle
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Not thinking of the world
But watching the world around me
Crossing the falls of pavement
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Some beam downward with faded sighs
Trees make window lattice
Fresh rain clinging to their extremeties
Dampness sifting throughout all the particles of night
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Geography

by ~AloiseBrennan, Sep 22, 2012, 10:52:03 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Free Verse

My last year of elementary school
Possibly the best on record
Before I grew up

We had this assignment that was meant to present
Our knowledge of these certain terms

Mountain, plateau, key, archipelago
Peninsula, strait, and so on, et cetera

Given these small, thin sheets of paper
And the definitions of each
I set out on a snow day to pursue this project
Colored pencils and a black felt pen
Carefully drawing them
Tongue out the side of my teeth
I wanted it to be perfect

It was a four hour ordeal
I remember reappearing out of my room
And lunch had gone by long ago
But I wasn't yet finished
I couldn't find a ring to hang them on
That's what they needed was a ring
And for the life of me I had none

I searched my drawers
Found needles and paper clips and scrap ribbons
Beads, a necklace, small scissors.... A necklace
It was only a simple solution
And I hoped it would be accepted
I even decorated it with beads spelling my name

The praise was more than I had in my eleven-year-old prospect
How creative! So resourceful! It was better than all the rest!
It was kept like a trophy to show
Students who followed could see
What above and beyond effort could become

That was my simple triumph for the sixth grade

I no longer have that wish for perfection
Only for the things I enjoy seeing perfected
Geography is such a small thing
I would never use that sweat and time
To fret over it now

Sometimes I believe I was more grown up then
But then I realize that disregarding my size and age
I was equal
I've only narrowed out what I choose to perfect
I am still the child I was
And the work I do will be just as great

Geographyby ~AloiseBrennan

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It was on my mind, considering my younger brother now has that same teacher and is doing the same assignment. I told him that it was okay not to use a necklace

~LunaRaeB Sep 25, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

<3 My dear you always have such a way with words, painting pictures in my mind. It reminds me of projects I worked hard on in grade school and fills me with all those moments were I finally got to shine. I wasn't the smart brainy kid, I wasn't the athlete, I was the kid who doodles and tried to best to make what I had work. As do you. <3 :: HUGGLES :: You are truely and absolutely amazing. Don't let anyone make you believe any different.

~AloiseBrennan Sep 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you

If only I could do this kind of stuff with math! Hahaha, love you bunches

~starell Sep 22, 2012

Love this! It starts out as a simple story and evolves into so much more! Love the thoughts and philosophy behind it!

~AloiseBrennan Sep 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Aw.... I'm blushing

Thank you!

~starell Sep 22, 2012

you are most welcome!

~xx5killar5xx Sep 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's put a smile on my face. So simple yet great.

~AloiseBrennan Sep 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh, thanks

~xx5killar5xx Sep 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Most Welcome!

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