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Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shake their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?

The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?

Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?

If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.

But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.

Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se

What IfYou try to mold me into whatever you desire
But what if I don't want to be like you?
What if I want to be my own person?
What if I want to make my own choices
And not be spoon-fed like a newborn?
I want to be my own person,
But you take me like batter and try to turn me into what you want
Not what I want to do in life,
What I want to accomplish
You call me weak
You say I'll never survive in the 'real' world

But what if I want to go my own way?
You call me a baby
Just an infant
Who wouldn't last
But I'm ready now, and it's my life
Not yours
You say you're there to guide me
But you're getting in my way
Of living my life
My way

An Elegy to the ObjectRest your grey swans, your winter is over;
Their songs delight the fruitless heath.
Alas! The country wizened drover
Grants his good wife your dying wreath.

And all things bear my homespun sheath
In which you sleep as you depart,
And all I have I did bequeath
To you: the object of my art.

Yet, still your rotting soul does impart
A whisper through the bolted casements in me,
And I for one, must have a cold, cold heart
To beleive you lived for my elegy.

Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.
Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.
Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.

Death

In her life there is so much strife
Over such trivial matters that mortals fight over
Money, power, looks and lovers
No one cares to give her a fair chance
In death there is a release
Eternal slumber and peace
The world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeat

Life

Yes, in your life there are quarrels
and people choose possessions over you.
But remember your little sister who looks up to you.
Your mother who held you through your child hood.
The

No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old

You laugh at me
I’m always wrong
Your great friendship
Didn’t last long

I’m your friend
But you’re not mine
My hug is cold
You’ve crossed the line

I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end

How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...

if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.

if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.

when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.

could you say goodbye to yesterday?

For a moment, I thought of youWatching as the rain fall now
Listening as the world crumbles around
Waiting for a better tomorrow
Filled with joy and a little less sorrow

Rebuilt from the ground up
Sometimes I feel fed up
Surrounded by the memories
Of the day your heart left me

Echos fill an empty room
Sitting alone in my own gloom
Tears trickle down my face
My dreams were crushed in this old place

Shadows follow me as I walk
I swear to God these walls can talk
Pictures of you are all facing down
And I find myself pacing around

Flashes of thought fill my mind
I sit down, fast-forward, and rewind
Nothing can fill this void
I advert my gaze but I can't avoid

Staring at

All in Good Time Look, as the seed falls down into the garden.

Freshly tilled awaiting for its crop

Remaining anxiously, we were bidden

Waiting until the fruit was ready to drop

How long, we ask, how long till they mature?

Surely you won’t be demanding of our time?

So many hours, days, weeks and years we must endure!

To ensnare us here must be a doubtless crime.

A multitude did leave without another word

Even as the sapling did begin to grow

This waiting game, they claimed, was quite absurd

How could something good come from something so slow?

Alone, I did harvest the fruit when it was in its prime.

All the best things grow with patience

Liar, LiarLiar, Liar
dirty worthless liar

You dare call yourself a Christian?
You may proclaim the Word
but your tongue betrays your heart
your shame chains you like a caged bird

Liar, Liar
dirty, worthless liar

Have you gotten your fill?
Have the consequences met you yet?
How much longer will this go on?
When will you learn that you lost the bet?

Liar, Liar
dirty, worthless liar

Has truth ever left your lips?
Your heart is cold and dark
No ear is safe from your false tales
You cry out your dishonesty as a wild lark

Liar, Liar
dirty, worthless liar

You lie about work
You lie about rest
you lied about why
You failed that test

Liar, Liar
dirty,

Reinhard's CrimeThe blonde man sits serene
In his easy rocking chair
Eyes fixed on a manic, far future.

A collar creaseless and hangman high
Under an adler nose and bright blue eyes
A handsome face o'er a madman's frame.

Swords swing and sing
In a morning full of futures
Each one monstrous and grand.

The screams in Bohemia
Echo around a dead village
That not even maps acknowledge.

ShadeThe bird spreads its wings
Without hesitation
Without reserve it sings

Towards the sun it soars
Casting its own silhouette
So grand and to my eyes it roars

I am only a shadow in the shade
Here I exist and blend so perfectly into the world
Wonders of the man-made

Artificial hearts that save lives
Or do they only prolong suffering
Fear of death like dull knives

So I step into the light
And in the blinding moment
I finally regain my sight

CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free

My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away

What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me

what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirring
Inside of me
I struggle from it
But I cant break free
Horrors are abundantly
I lose all I ever held dear
Fading from this world that grows
As my mind wanders with shadows
Peace is something foreign to me
A life of hardships is what I lead
I never seem to be enough
Who thought love would be so tough

Broken mirrors and picture frames
Somehow it is all I blame
I know that something more is left
Other than a quiet death
A surrender, A return to sender
I've been on a bender
And I cant seem to stop these tears
From ringing every fear I have
Bringing it to light and then
Making them my only friend
Braking what little I love

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for my anger I must fight,
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spying on the world

by ~artsychic27, May 19, 2007, 11:21:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

watching.
watching time pass by slow.
waiting.
waiting for God show me he knows.
dying.
dying in the arms of the one you love.
living.
life is what is sent from above.

make the room stop spinning,
if only you could catch me.
as i'm singing,
about love that just wasn't ment to be.

spying on the worldby ~artsychic27

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just how i feel about life in general i guess.

~bat-in-black May 21, 2007

awwe its sad and purdy

~Robots-n-Rainbows May 19, 2007

i jus sang that... and i wanna make a song of it... iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiif i get an acoustic, better recording program(maybe get help from dean)... it's rather nice, FAV! and i would gladly use those lyrics if i remember/u let me

~artsychic27 May 20, 2007

lolz.
go for it mike.

yeah that was kinda' the point.
was to sound like a song.
thanks friend<3

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