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Is it all in what it mean? If...



...only through a Butterfly's wing

could yourself the future view



...an expanse of lies that lead

a river from your eyes to your heart



...on that which bleeds is cold

enough to be thought warm



warm enough to scare that Butterfly from you.

A roaring river that inevitably drowns art.

or Poetry that could never flow from ones own slit, cut arm.



It is in Sophistication the mind blunders in Dreams.

Savor the Misconceptions



Whilst I ask...



If you were an Unicorn...

Would you let you...

touch you?

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TheArtistRose
01:48 Jul 29 2010

nice poem.

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-kinda old... but wasn't finished... till today.-



~It Happens~



Just when you find an ease in breathing,

Someone comes along unseeming.

Wraps your eyes in lustrous gleaming,

and sends your lungs for breath a pleading.



Think its not thy usual quirk.

and in wonder lies a grinning smirk.

Smile a grin and smirk a quirk

For every flaw, at her I smirk.



Her laugh a common rarity

Her voice a noisy Sonnet.

Her looks comparable to many



Just when you find an ease in breathing,

Someone comes along unseeming.

Wraps your eyes in lustrous gleaming,

and sends your lungs for breath a pleading.



ANd in their vanity

their existance upon it

my stimulated Heart and mind fails that many



so... strength of soul and heart of Mind

Won me over LENGTHS of time before her

gaze entered mine.



So is it You or I? Or both as we write from

my mind.. to my mind.



Just when you find an ease in breathing,

Someone comes along unseeming.

Wraps your eyes in lustrous gleaming,

and sends your lungs for breath a pleading.

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PAGAN
18:04 Jul 04 2010

kinda old maybe but well worth waiting for its great :)

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-wrote THIS ONE today :P Hope all you who get it enjoy it.



~Crowned Defeat~



I am proud the Jester, amongst the fool infested court and gesture.

Blind that may be, those that for pest, put right but past me.

That subtle heart by, unlooks only when tis not a wild eye.

It ensnares those that, which boredom for is a permanent Hat.



And onto those, Gents and Gentiles whos Humor is but froze.

I shall mark and tempora, feather be upon their Insolent Fedora.



And amongst those whom

my Jesting be such a bitten thumb.

My allusions and misguided picks misunderstood

because they never ass too dumb.



And of those, Gents and Gentiles who's disdain and oppression offer no repose.

Shant victimization cease, No, and feed lies to thier incredulous God please.



I am proud the Jester, amongst the fool infested court and pasture.

Grazing with the lambs, I singled out for crime that no one understands.

I Jest on still, for Moraly uneducated Crones shall never break my will.



Hated and Scorned

For Making those Gods, With Sense Common and Utter Ease

and only my Jester like Jests,

And NO commandments Breached.

Parade around in Hat Bells... Dance and Own JOB Do,

All the while...

Motley worn.



So to you, self righteous Gods I offer this Not so Burned offering of regardless Self Burn.

The deity that proclaims Witted, Own Whim as law, Has yet a bible, scroll or tablet imprinted.

To sings own praises, whilst with Fear spread sits back and smirks, and with Threats liaise.



It matches your Motley and your Brow fever.

and you're just a line in my poetry... Forever.



I forfeit to you my Larger Belled Hat

In its place I take your Glorified Crown

Placing it upon the Pigs back sure higher than Pearls that leave a scar.

For I Proud, the Lowly Clown... am NO Better Jester than you are.

-This is OLD. Just found it. -



~Defeat Coronation~



Leave it alone, you retched young fool.

leave it be and let it go.



Leave it alone, leave it be and let it go.



Fool...



For what was once found,

is no longer profound,

and is to be lost

within this bottomless pool.



Leave it alone, you time consumed fool.

leave it be and let it go.



Leave it alone, and let it go.



Wide hearted fool...



For the Jester's wild Heart,

No passion can keep it from tearing apart,

and is to be lost

withing this bottomless pool.



Leave it alone, you lovestruck Old Fool.

Leave it be and let it go.



...Let it go.



Misguided poor Fool...



For the notions and gestures are

past timed and gone.

Of that Faithfullness heartthrob

you wrote on that stone.

Is also to be lost

within this bottomless pool.



Mark thyne defeat!

Mark thyne Defeat!

And slender make

said useles Eulogy

about your Heartache.



Make it poor fool and take your reprieve.

Move now!. Get on! and enact

what you do not Believe!