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The River Acheron(a movement of blood - destiny)

It is a place where life ends and love begins..
It is the river where lovers meet
~ A river forged in deepest scarlet.

Lost in the silence of blackened candles,
clad in silhouettes of poison — I seek love

In the song of a ravaged dawn I hath drowned
Deep in the flesh of the underworld I bathe in
the nectar of requiem
O' father, caress my untamed wounds with
your dread, lest I wander among angels
Dark'n dreary the river's sorrow, as shadows
spill from mine eyes unto gardens of ebony
— where my ache forever sails in portraits
of scarlet & decayed dreams

Dearest love,
Un

Fallen...I cannot find the words...
               They're drowning in my thoughts...
                                                     Choking on the air...

ImpossibleShe has artist hands, the kind
that fiddle when there isn't a brush
or pencil in it, giving her
the chance to document
what is happening around her
with pictures. She paints
the earthly, the real, the attainable
but her eyes are always turned
to God and sometimes I wonder
if she depicts earth because
she's sending pictures to Our Father,
showing him her appreciation
for what he has made.

Or maybe she is an angel,
and the reason she doesn't bother with
heaven is because she has already
seen it. She knows its beauty,
its secrets, and she wants to share
it in her art but people don't
understand what they cannot see
so she'll

Is There An End....?

Is there an end?
To this horrible fate of mine?
Really, is there no other option at all?
There's not another road that has a bend...?

I wish I could believe...
That all's well, as you say.
That the world is at peace, so therefor my mind should be, too.
Oh, how I wish I could believe...

I don't fulfill your prophecy of doom?
So what?
It's already too late.
This... world... is already much too full of gloom...

I never thought for a second,
That I could live up to your perfect standards.
I just gave in too easily,
To Death's cool gaze, that, to me, beckoned...

Trust me; I've been around that bend.
That curve in the road, and bac

Trapped In Crimson

I'm trapped; feel the walls closing in on myself.
I scream; but my voice cannot be heard.
I cry; but my tears just flow on endlessly.
I'm trapped; the walls are closing in.

The crimson walls are trapping me in,
The screams are oh-so loud.
The tears are saying, "I cannot win!"
This emotion I'm feeling... of yourself, are you proud?

This torture chamber I've been locked inside,
This room of dread. I'm terrifed; can you tell?
That berth you give someone like me is wide.
I feel dead, hollow; like I'm under a spell.

I want to be heard, to be felt, to be loved.
I wish to be held, to be cried over, to be sheltered when my heart is, int

Fading Past

I'm crying out for you
Crying out for that smile
It has been long past due
When you promised it'd be a little while

I told you to never let go
And I would wait forever for you
But as soon as you could
You became a faded memory

I don't like to be jaded
About something I can't control
So I'll just smile and wait
Hoping for that someday

Smile, like this summer's never gonna end
Dance, till this holy night decides to end
Love, unlike you've ever done before
Live, until it's time to close that door

I woke up one morning
Your voice was gone
I wasn't that sad
In fact, I was quite happy

So I did a favor for my momma
And took a li

Serendipity of a SuperwomanI saw my girl
and I felt that I am guilty
I feel that she's tainted
with my own tragedy

I used to see her innocent smile
now replaced by a grin of conviction
cause she has to fight off the fears
cause she needs to fight back the tears

I used to see her dreamy eyes
pure of dreams and lofty aspirations
Now replaced by sharp piercing precision
to discern all the worldly lies

I cry every time I see the change
for I promised to protect her from corruption
but then again what will happen when I am gone?
I guess I've trained her to be strong

A Parody of RomanceA Parody of Romance:

Often I see a number of poets
Who speak of love as an ephemeral thing
An ethereal problem, that lasts for a moment
And yet it leaves a sting...

Boring! I say, there is no fun in that
I need to create a different feel
So let me offer you a parody, my love-sick friend
Of the love that you thought was real:

-switch accents here to a standard african american rapper-

See, the thing I love about a girl
Is when she got a booty shinin' like a blindin' pearl
All the flash gear she wearin' just accentuate
And her rack make all the girlies wanna hate

She sway into the club and now she drop it low
She got my pants in

Go AwayYou see what I see
But I don't see you
I need some words here
Tell me what should I do
You're trying hard
You're buying large
But I don't come with a price tag

You've gotta be more than a something to me
Start being yourself and go find someone else

You show your scars off
But you've scarred yourself
I cover my ears
When you use your big mouth
I'm being nice
I've said it twice
But you can't just listen

You've gotta try to be more than a guy
Stop fooling yourself and pick up someone else

Waste your life away
'Cuz you're stuck back in yesterday
Check the clock now
And run

You're on your own and I won't pick up the phone
G

What the bloody hell is love?What the bloody hell is love?
You know the kind they write about
“heart pounding when you see him,” and bullshit like that.
Well I guess I’ve never known love.
Sure the kind reserved for family
but you know that’s never the same.
All I’ve felt is obsession, living to see him again,
“yeah I think I love him” right before I fall.
The next closest thing is obligation,
beer goggles making last night foggy,
when you wake up and your “in a relationship”
with some kid who’s “in love” with you.
You try to break up, but his innocence makes you hesitant;
you don’t want him to end up like you.
When your obsession was taken for granted,
the one you lived for hurt you the most.
It was all fun and games when it started, then he
asked you out and it stopped.
All of it, the flirting, the laughing, the attention,
and when he found out you were a virgin it got worse.
Barely a glance here or there and h

The Battle of the OkWe all say we are ok
It's never the truth
We want to say a million things on our mind
Instead, a pathetic, small ok suffices
We fight an inner battle
Often, defeat takes us
When are we really ever ok?
I would like to thank the person who can win the crusade
And ask him
How do you do it?

This thing...I wear it because its a symbol
Because it reminds me
It sets a goal
And tells me to see

It serves as a reminder of what couldve been
What shouldve been
What was then
And was destroyed again

It doesn't matter if it's small
It doesn't matter if it's bent
It tells me of the fall
And where you two went

This little thing is a sign of what can happen
Its a sign of things that change
It tells me that you couldn't win
It speaks the story of your pain

I know the tale of your strife
The fights and hurts that went down
I know the pain that was your intwined lives
And that you wouldve drowned

You met and it was good
You stayed togeth

Mr Sand ManLittle light in the dark
Show the way through my injured heart
Little bird singing your song
Show the fates where we belong

Howling wind, all strung out
Show him what its all about
Howling wolf, up on the hill
Show him what life holds still

Oh Mr Sand Man let us sleep
Show this love, so deep
Oh Mr Sand Man wake us up
Show us the light so we can love

This is my promise for you
Show it to you, is what I'll do
This is my heart, I promised forever
Shown to you, forever and ever

a minute with death and lifeI've been with death, felt its touch
a surge of fear thinking I reached the end
me, the indestructable, the survivor, the lucky one
time is up.
my first thought, a flash of sorrow
the agony my Mom will feel when she is told
first missing, then dead
years of crying looking at photo albums.
I won't go easy
intense awareness, hyper awareness, fear and focus
moving without thinking, all the right moves
a lifetime of training coming to play.
and then relief
realizing I would walk away
from a minute that would change me forever.
had I beaten death or had it let me go?
was it luck or skill?
it doesn't matter, in the face of death I didnt give up
I faced it straight on, My nature was true
live or die, I won.

7 Sinsenvy
all you can think about will be
"...and what's about me?"
o jelousy, jelousy
conquers you so easily
and then you will suddenly
be unable to feel happy

all you don't have can only be
got by the others undeservedly
o envy, o envy
conquers you so easily
making it so suddenly
imposssible to be happy

lust
all you can feel is this desire
your soul cosumed by its fire
it's pulsing in every wire
is what you admire.
but you sink in its mire,
can't get out and tire.

all your restless thought's sire
is longing for the searing fire
of lust's pulsing in your wire
it's what you admire.
but you sink in its mire,
can't get out

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DadIt's amazing how close we are
So alike in all the little ways
The way we cheer when something great happens
The way we laugh
The way we clap
The way we love our food and always will

I'll hear you say a strange metaphoric phrase
And think it's ridiculous
But then I'll think of all the strange metaphoric phrases I use
And shake my head
We're so similar

I got my music from you
I got your temperament
You love fish, I love fish
You look Swedish, I look Swedish

We have the same sense of humor
The same love for dancing
The random ability to draw, but no time to use it
The same small eyes

There are lots of different, little things

God Heals With ChildrenI sit on a small bench in the middle of a field
Reading solitary in the stillness of the morning
Tall grass and wild flowers reach toward the sun

A handful of small boys run across the upper part of my vision
Hands flown upward like the wings of geese
Little throats garbled in the mimicking of airplanes

A mother and her young children sit on the bench across me
The older boy runs and hides in the grass
Peeking at the rest of us from various angles
The little girl lollers around on her seat
The youngest boy wanders, making innocent mischief
Tumbling to and fro, large eyes drinking the surroundings on his excursion

I watch without c

Dancing Beyond The SeaThe band did one of my favorite songs:
Beyond The Sea
It even had singers.
He took me to dance with.
I had been singing along
And he told me to keep singing.
So I did.

"Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere, watching for me
My lover stands on golden sand
And watches the ships that so sailing"

I tried not to look him in the eyes.

"Somewhere beyond the sea
He's there, watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to his arms I'd go sailing"

Funny. I was in his arms, technically.

"It's far beyond the stars
It's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon"

Words couldn't describe

Through The RainI want to ride a horse through the rain
If it helps
Wash away the scorns I give myself
No one has to be perfect
But if some of this filth stays
It will grow onto me

I can breathe in the rain
With the power of four hooves
I can call over the hills
And fall back from the thunder in response

Just take a moment
To redirect the wind and capture the lightning
I'm not a farmer of storms
But they fill my harvest of words
And make buoyant my blood
As passion is bled onto the books

I will take a steed and ride
Through the rain
Soak my coat and shoes
So I can come home
And taste a little warmth

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~X-pacman-X Jun 17, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

agreed

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~AloiseBrennan Jun 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you

I hoped I wasn't the only one tired of seeing those.

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~X-pacman-X Jun 17, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

you're welcome

im sure they'll be a few more that'll agree

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~PossiblySo Jun 21, 2012

Quite

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