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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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Butlers of the Lost Chapter 1How to read…
"" This mean two people are saying the same thing at the same time.""
This means someone is saying something under their breath.
This means someone talking while their passed out, dreaming, or something else.
'This means someone is thinking or talking in their head.'

The A/N and disclaimers are at the end of the chapter.

Chapter One: Oh Butler…

Dreams…
Some people say that dreams are the longing of one's heart. If so my longings are something MORE than sinful. For it is a sin when a person's heart longs for another person, or is it something else? Yet is it still a sin when you

Into the GlassStanding at the edge
looking down the path of pain
glass of fate stand broken
you know you have to cross
but how?
Look over to your right of left
there is something there for you
a voice dim yet clear, though the air it cuts
flowing to your ears, water to your flame
it hits you, making you smoke
this is how you will walk
walk that path
like the sky into the blue come words
the words of yourself
the words that is you
but you don't want to hear
you cover your ears, your soul, your smoke
you cover your eyes, red as the flame in your heart
you cannot hear, you cannot see
so you run, run bare foot down that path
glass cutting i

Sinner's BeautyFollowing you to the end of life
Don't leave me alone
Forever on
Keep singing to me
I will be there for you
So let your heart sing
Let me hear that sweet sadness
Within our hearts
We bare the songs of sinners
Now let the darkness take us
Into the deepest black
We are the darkest things walking the night
Beauty drapes itself over our shoulders
Now, let us dance
We weave into each other
Beauty falls into your shoulders
Yes
Now, let the darkest of blacks
Eat your soul….

SCREAMAre you there?
My dear, I ---- You.
What does that mean?
Lift your head up high,
SCREAM!!
Because your ----- means nothing to me.
A battle field,
That's what our ------ looks like!
With the dead bodies left to rot.
We stand in the middle,
Back to back,
Holding hands
With smirks on our faces.
Is this what we hoped for?
Lift your head up…
and SCREAM!!
Why?!
Because I said to!!
This isn't what we hoped for…
Are we really ------?
What's left?
Two -----,
With ------- of stone.
You know what?!
Being --------- is 'FUN'!!
Let cause more bodies to pile up!
Then with smirks on our faces.
Lets lift our heads up…

My Flower, The Blue RoseEvery one somewhere as a flower.
They may not know it,
yet it is there.

My flower is the Rose,
it comes in many forms,
some of great beauty,
some of great ugliness,
yet a Rose is nothing but a Rose.

The colors are nothing but rare,
dipping into the paint of the world,
it blooms light and dark.

The bloom of the Rose is when it is right,
no one can tell when it shall fully bloom,
nor no one can tell how it should bloom,
the blooming of the Rose,
only when it is right,
only when it is time,
shall the Rose bloom in it full form of beauty.

The Rose is picked for its un-die able beauty,
yet it is also hated for its thorns,

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The Sinner's Kiss

by ~Organization-NW, Nov 21, 2010, 9:46:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Hello my sweet child.
I see the light holds you well.
The white dress you wear,
So nice and pure.
Your face is quite innocent,
Eyes filled with gold.

Who me?
Who am I?
I'm a person too.
Why what is wrong with me?

Ah!
Yes I know that I bear no white on me,
My hair unlike yours is the deepest of blue.
Plus I wear a --------- suit and hat.
Why my dear,
Are you shaking?

Here take this rose.
What?
You never seen this color?
It's the color of your hair.
What?
You don't know the color of your hair?
The color's name is 'Black' my dear.

You never seen the color 'Black' before?
Now that you have met me you should…
AH!
Now you can see it too.

Dear,
My Dear,
You face is red from ear to ear.
Have you never been this close to someone?
Oh that's right,
Come even closer my child.
Let me hold you by your small waist.
Hm, your face has gotten redder.
Have you never been this close to a MAN?

I can see that you've never been kissed.
I shall fix that.
Just close your eyes.
Yes, just willing!
Let me pull you closer,
Let my fingertips touch your lips.
Come just close your eyes,
Let my kiss turn your soul.

Your taste is very sweet.
I like this very much.
See was that not good?
That smile on your face is just like mine.
Ah…
And that 'Black' dress suits you well….

The Sinner's Kissby ~Organization-NW

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

This is what happens when you get too cose to the darkness and fall for its lies.

This is about a sinner, the Man.

And a saint, the girl.

As long as you keep away from the sinner, the light will hold you well.

To bad I've kisses that sweet sinner.

*SamanthaSkellington Nov 23, 2010 Professional Photographer

your writing is different. I enjoy the depth of it.

~Organization-NW Nov 25, 2010 Student General Artist

Thank you.
I'm glad that you liked it.
I hope you take a look at my other works.

~WhitewoodPhantom Nov 21, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Very interesting. I like how you composed everything.

~Organization-NW Nov 21, 2010 Student General Artist

I didn't get any sleep for 10 DAYS BECAUSE OF THIS.

....I need sleep.

~WhitewoodPhantom Nov 21, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Go to bed. Seriously you wear yourself out needlessly. *Pats your head fondly*

~Organization-NW Nov 21, 2010 Student General Artist

I'm posting one last thing then I'm going to bed.

~WhitewoodPhantom Nov 21, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah, I need to go to bed too. I am purely exhausted yet I just can't seem to fall asleep. I am much too restless.

~Organization-NW Nov 21, 2010 Student General Artist

Going to bed now.
Good night Dana-sama.

~WhitewoodPhantom Nov 21, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

Have a good night and sweet dreams. I will get some rest eventually. I hope to see you.

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