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SimplicitySimply sitting
I collect pieces of my emotions
I throw them like dice
To see where they will go

Simply breathing
With no purpose to exist
I am naked in this mist
And all around is free of me

And the void lurks in
And pours itself into my brain
It evaporates my skin
It envelops my body

When there is nothing to loose
And there is nowhere to go to
I am simply sitting
I am letting it all be

Chariot Race!Sun god summoned chariot
Equine display for mortal eye
Horses restless eager to go
About to challenge sky.

Nostrils flare, four Arabians
Prime favourites of king
Course chosen around sun
Enthusiastically race is run.

Chariot, flaming arrow
Arabians concealed in cloud
Scudding nimbus all around
Sight of wonder silent sound.

Phenomenon taken for granted
Familiarity breeds contempt
Sun god's chariot, altitude high?
Vapour trail across blue sky.

A Challenge to ThanatosYou hear the sneers beneath your laughter,
Like quivering arrows shot in the air.
Your own voice taunts and mocks you,
The living mirror of a lie’s contraire.

Making up excuses just to remain calm,
Soon out of things to make you feel numb.
Go on and hide the scars in the sun,
Your acting skills are second to none.

Every day’s fear swallows you up whole,
Giving birth to yet more doubt in your soul.
As each time is spent with a life on the edge,
You see yourself simply waiting for death.

Constantly at present with tales of the past,
You’re idly staring while others prance.
Where is that heart you wear on your sleeve?
Emotio

Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any

A Divine IllusionDaniel was frozen in place, eyes wide in a mixture of fear and awe. Emily stood before him, so close that she was within arms reach. Tears leaked from his eyes unbidden as he looked upon her ghost. It was Emily but it wasn't- her form translucent with the slightest glow cascading over her body. She shimmered when she moved and he smiled- it reminded him of the glitter she used to wear on her cheeks.

"Daniel..." she spoke in a hushed whisper and there was an echo to her voice. The sound moved in slow motion and with it came a warm rush of air blowing gently over his face.

She raised her hand and traced the outline of his jaw sendi

Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thief
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed

How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success

How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?

Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day

We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and

Baby Universeeyes iridescently gazing
at skies of milky ways
loneliness swallowed by
his warm hold enveloping
your body

light years between love
galaxies galaxies
disappearing into black holes
memories memories filling
the darkness in your soul

shooting stars, make a wish
we can always be together like this

MemoriaA battle they don’t see
The war of memory
The struggle to suppress
These seconds of duress

Along with these moments
Longing for lost enchantments
Wishing to forget
To get lost in the net

Then this tale could fade
Slip into a dark shade
Giving us another chance
Another try at our dance

If memory was merciful
We would simply forget
And if time was remorseful
Regret and hope could offset

We could get lost in the glory
We could live another story
Without painful memory
Connecting you to me

Just One MoreIt's always just a little bit,
Just a little bit more
But deep down you know the score
Because there'll always be
Just one more.

Tell yourself whatever you want
Whatever you wanna hear
But deep down you'll always fear
That dangerous idea of
Just one more.

Lie to everyone 'til they see
'Til they see you for you
But deep down they'll never see through
'Cause there's that precious
Just one more.

Square the CircleShall this poem be worth your time,
Know this now, I’m not in my prime.
Etching thoughts in streams of air,
Breathing in the cause of despair.

One line written and then erased,
The product is surely to be left unpraised.
Words crossed out again and again,
Heard this pen scream, “When will this begin!”

As soft as silk and as rapid as water,
Yet its flow is like earth, maybe harder.
Wonder if birds also tire to sing,
Lose their voices to taunts beguiling?

Chaos stands with well-earned respect,
Minds ravaged to deal in retrospect.
Madness turned to Turmoil’s good friend,
Heaving insanity to uncoil and unbend.

From a h

Remembering TrainsI recall how as a child
I'd walk the railroad tracks,
surveying the soot-covered ground
in search of Morocco and Spain.

I'd lie prone across the wood ties
to hear trains roll from miles away,
feeling them in my belly.

If I had pennies to spare,
I'd place them along the iron
and rush back the next day
to claim the flattened treasure.

I remember a late summer
when humidity was thick in the air,
lightning arcs lit the night,
riding the rails down the line.

So startling was the crackle
that flew in a shower of sparks
rivaling the 4th of July.

I loved the rumble of three engines
hauling a full load of boxcars.
The moan they'

Ocean EyesYour ocean eyes will inherit the earth,
and the gulls of the sea will not brace you
for what the waves and winds have broken down.

The pearls of your mouth are just now washing to shore,
and your endearing reach trusts with ivory naivety,
but your lack of profanity will not save you from perversion.

All I can do is sing you love songs,
and hope the world is still worth saving,
when your ocean eyes reflect the sky, still blue.

and love becomes their songthe dark, seething, crimson rose
begged for your touch
upon her twisting, cutting,
luscious vine

"Bleed for me,"
she pleads,
"restore the color to my petals
winter's thieved."

she splays herself
before your palms
"Breathe of me,"
she requisitions,
"house me in your loving lungs
so I can be your song."

so you reach for thorny vine
and she wraps herself around you;
drinking of your vigor-
as you place renewed petals
before your face
and breathe her seed
into your waiting chest

"Water me,"
she sings,
"let me drink of you
in a new way."

and without waiting
for your bated
yes-
she tightens her spiny grip
around your flesh
and tears water the

Gaia's tearsThe familiar calm when the air runs cold
Happens more frequently as hurt gets old.
Time slows to a halt for the oncoming rain
Sparking deep from the core of the source of Her pain.

As the skies turn dark, filled to the brim
By countless sealed letters personally sent.
With written concerns calling relent.
Silence! Comes Her beckoning whim.

The roar of the thunder, the weakening gates.
Till they hold no more, breaking hinges and free inmates.
Falling with order rather haphazardly.
Hitting their mark with a message immediately.

'Tears from Heaven', fall far from home.
Misread origins and meanings from a grand tome.
Breathing

A ShadowA shadow
Is an empty image
Of their soul..

It disappears
When the sun goes down,

Since betrayal
And goodbye
Leaves no physical mark..

A shadow
Lives because
The only person
Who loves you
And will never say goodbye
Or betray you
Is that shadow..

Everything else
Will disappear within time..

Nothing lasts forever
Time keeps ticking..

Crying over someone
Is worth the experience..

But a shadow
Would mean so much more..
Then regret filled tears

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Poisonous FearMy poisonous shadow of fear
Glue-like hands and fingernails
Crawling up my swollen spine
Sinking into exposed brain
It chains itself inside
It binds me to its presence

Within a self-abusing mind
Within a body made of shiver
Nightmares broke my running legs
And made my eyes see light
A promise of unbroken world
That I can never have

A shattered personality
An intoxicated sanity
Addicted to my dread
I listen to its silent breathing
I am what it came for
I'm the monster that I fear

White Crows in the MistCan you see the world
Can you hear its thumps
With death in my eyes
I know what is living

Can you feel the screams
Of white crows in the mist
In the blinding darkness
Light has become pure

In between our thoughts
Something wild is being born
So mindless and beautiful
Unharmed by the flow

Can you feel your decay
Can you sense your growth
On the edge of opposites
You transcend it all

No EscapeThere is no escape from yourself
Crossing a river you return the same
There is no alternative reality
Where you could exist

There is only now and here
And all else is a neural construct
There is no running away
Lost you could not loose yourself

And there is no mindlessness
As no mind could comprehend it
There is only natural movement
In a mind that is untouched
In a body that is liquid
Undefined by its shape
Unconstrained and wide open

UntamedLost in the reality
In between molecules of dust
I grasp and search for solid ground
But I'm transparent

All the complexity
All possibilities of existence
Pour into me in one moment
And mindlessly fill my mind

I dissolve instantly
The corporeal shell crumbles
Until the last drop
Of my sanity flows away

Lost in the world
I see all but myself
I am everything plugged in
I am space-time untamed

ShatteredThe desire to destroy
Spreads like black flood in my veins
It squeezes and chokes
And there is no air left

Only dull remains
Few shattered pieces of my brain
Empty eye sockets
And screaming neural waves

All my strength
Dissolves into nothingness
Into the darkness unseen
Into the place unknown

Grinning nightmares
Quietly dance on my grave
I dug it myself
By my own I sink in
As only when I'm dead
I can be complete

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by ~Elendurwen, Nov 18, 2012, 11:09:47 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Faces scream of silent pain
Bodies twisted by desires
In castles we build relentlessly
Feelings are forever hidden

Steel and concrete replaced
Pure living and survival
In glass towers beasts indulging
On their unborn children

Let the shock waves come
And pulse through all repulsive
Let them break our brains
And return us to nothing

Gold that serves no purpose
Made-up money with no value
Grins are painted on the walls
Where nobody is laughing

Willingly we blind ourselves
Willingly we chain our bodies
Take the pills they give you
Take sterilised happiness

Let the shock waves come
And burn us 'till we're black
Let the cities crumble down
Until there is nothing left

Let the shock waves come
Until we are bare and naked
Until we are running scared
Until we start thinking
For ourselves again

Shock Wavesby ~Elendurwen

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I've been thinking about the state of today's (wester) society for some time now, unable to materialise my disgust into words. Well, here it finally is - or at least a part of it.

I started traveling by trains more often now and generally having more contact with people as I changed what I do for living. Blindness of people amazes me greatly, blindness to alternative field of views other than what media and the entertainment business sells us. I am especially enraged with current war recruitment (you can be a hero!), while the rest of us prepare our already-in-debd credit cards for christmas shopping (it's ONLY month and a half ahead!).

People have become machines, programmed into sustaining this twisted society, while believing that they are free. It is not necessarily because somebody designed this so (and I am reluctant to believe any recent conspiracy theories, yes I am talking about you, 'occupiers'). I believe our natural laziness is to blame in the first place.

On a happier note: I really wish I could make music. This would be perfect for a song I think, I have it in my head but that's where it will stay I guess.

~Xphragger Nov 21, 2012

Very nice. Glad I'm not the only one that sees this world as false and plastic. Two thumbs, man.

~Elendurwen Nov 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah, I think there is a lot of us but unfortunately still a fraction compared to the others..

~Xphragger Nov 25, 2012

It makes you wonder what kind of society would be founded on something like that mindset. Would it be better, or just after a different goal? I dunno. It's not like that kind of thought has much pull today.

~Elendurwen Nov 26, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You are right ti ask that, and yes, perhaps there wouldn't be much difference after all. Even if, say, most of humanity was wiped out, after some time we would probably make the same mistakes again when constructing our society. Unless there is a significant change in our environment.

~Xphragger Nov 27, 2012

I wonder what it was that led us to this. The system had to be programmed at some point, and clearly the objective wasn't philanthropic, but enough people were motivated into being a part of it to make it compulsory. Now those who leave the rat race are ostracized or killed, and it's no exaggeration.

~Elendurwen Nov 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Well I would disagree that 'the system was programmed'. As in, there was no conscious effort to make it so. So the only 'programming' that is going on happens every day, through decisions and actions of each human. Sure, you do have some individuals hungry for power and control who try to steer our future one way or another, but it is the every day decisions of the human race as a whole that developed it into what it is now. An nobody can trace the decisions back, as the society emerged from individual actions, meaning there is no evidence in individual units of the society that could clearly be related to its overall behaviour. Such emergence is evident in many social species and even in non-living structures and is therefore nothing special - I would say however that we are the only species on Earth who realise this misfit between the 'self' and the 'whole'.

~dogyjoe Nov 21, 2012 Writer

I agree, it would fit very good as a song lyric, but until you learn to make music ( because you can, you can do, create and learn what ever you want, you just have to WANT it

)

Also, about your artist comment for the poem, you are not far from the truth, in fact you are getting closer to realize the truth, and when you realize it you will try to understand it and than your ego will try to deny that it is true, but I don't really know how to tell you, but as they say, the cruel truth is the real truth. By this I mean that WE humans were, are and hopefully will stop to be manipulated, I believe in the upcoming change/shift, and why? because I feel that something will end and something bigger will begin. Thanks for sharing you work, it is really amazing, and yes, it is hard to put our feelings in words, I know that, that is what I am trying to do since I started to walk my path. Thank you. Love and Light. Namaste!

~Elendurwen Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes, you are right, I simply don't have time to learn music at the moment. Perhaps next year when I'm a bit less busy

I would agree that some change in the society is needed, unless we want to self-descruct and destroy this planet with us. Whether it will come or not, I don't think anybody can tell. Thanks for commenting

~dogyjoe Nov 21, 2012 Writer

Welcome

~naginamini Nov 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is amazing. It's really lame, but I can't really seem to think there are words to describe this accurately. All I can really say is that I agree with what you're saying.

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