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Cordis Somnium*Fall past the asphalt
Thro’ the honey bee scene
Dip thy feet within
Naides’ yielding stream.

Thine arms splayed toward Hyades
A grey morn consumes the sun
Rain brings silk to the heat fraught meadow;
For time to touch thy form, it must run.

And thine hair was a mess after the rain.
“Will you ask it of me soon?”
Before the world is found to be concrete and sprinkled streets
“Before my qualms on leaving find the noon?”

The sharp cry of the meandering city
Thrives on slapdash letters, in cheap, restless dives
Therein reside, the silent concerto of our drifting
Where individual voices drown, and no love

Masquerade at Windsor Hall

Gallant sirs and debutantes arriving at the ball.
A masquerade on friday night, down at Windsor Hall.
Cocktail's flowing, band is playing, winner takes it all!
By the time the party's done it's on the floor they'll crawl.

Silk-laced gowns and three-piece suits and faces that are masked.
Homely Archduke's daughter's there (surprised that she was asked!).
Woodford twins arrived at ten (weren't asked and so they crashed!).
Gals of Downton also came, in adulation basked.

Truth be told, behind the masks and costumes made of wool,
are rotten chaps and spoiled debs who suffer not a fool.
And if you think these words of mine are harsh or mean or cr

I aint made of paintI aint made of paint.

I'm made of concrete.

Your the one who kicked me off my feet.

Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.

How bout
for once, you be the brush

How bout
for once, you shut up and hush.

You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.

Into fine grain, into fine dust.

Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!

I aint made of paint

I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.

We are no art scholars.

But,
listen good.
Listen close.

Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.

I refuse, to paint a picture for you.

Slow and SteadyCrowds of people rush around,
their steaming coffee in one hand and phone in the other,
while they juggle their problems and all of their emotions
and claim that everyone around them is a bother.
Caught in such a frenzy, they push their way
through the slow and steady that block their path,
for they're already running far too late
to even consider slowing down or turning back.
Where they are trying to go, I haven't the slightest idea,
but even if I asked, they'd surely be far too preoccupied
ignoring everything else as they sip their cold coffee
and stare at their phone, wondering how the battery already died.

Red-Eyed EgoOn a dying tree, in a forest of lush,
sat a lone crow, whose red eyes
scanned every stone, branch and bush
in that vast land.
The wind picked up, carrying the leaves
that had fallen from that tree,
which the crow strongly believed
was her only home.
It needed not a single leaf, nor
a shred of life, for all it needed
was to stand, to help the crow explore
and see everything that surrounded her.
She required no love, nor a single friend,
so long as her tree stood tall
in that forest, until the end -
all she wanted was the sight.
With her piercing eyes, that crow saw
everything that could be seen -
she saw every virtue and every flaw
that exist

Shut inDon’t mock me, or block me
from taking my stance;
A pity, the city
is caught in a trance.

If only the lonely--
the rich and the poor,
Admit it, we did it!
By shutting our door.

I’d doubt it, without it,
We’d crumble in ruin;
Still, steady, already
forgot what we’re doin’,

We chide the society
for shutting us in--
When really, the “silly”
was us to begin.

time to grow uplife feels personal but it's not
woes befall by scattershot
what's happening now has happened before
what does not pertain we learn to ignore

you pray for a break you want a promise
it is what it is there is no justice

llp - dA - may2013

Sins of the FleshThey're gazing in their mirror eyes
Full of loving longing and filthy longing
And moist-meat sounds that turn
My stomach at the thinking of.
They rut, my friends, and damn themselves.
I envy the damned, their ignorance.
Their love looks like lust to loveless eyes.

And as such, I can see them rutting
Whenever I close my eyes
And the thought itself disgusts me.
And in the ending of their tryst
They pool together into one.

They strut and rut in the streets
That burn in lust beneath my eyes.
Would that a tide would wash away
Oh that a tide of fire would burn away
And cleanse this world of its filth!

Yet one day, in a possible future,
I may be

this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust

so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies

that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?

so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly

and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown

not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game

and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'

but i got to ask

Chasing hidden light

Water rolls off of pristine petals
Far beyond the beauty of moist metals

The organic life fighting for the outside
Wanting a life the cage seems to hide

Customary blooms of a sacred nature
Alloy of a colder nomenclature

But beauty always finds a way
No matter the sunlight given through the day

To brake the bonds of a confined space
A battle so many in life have faced

Yet like a broke heart that only wants to decay
The side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.

Awake in my ExistenceLive through others in your proxy
You challenge existence without noises
The only thing you cannot fathom
Is the wakening of your boredom

Awake a life full of illusions
Crave for another lost sweet union
On a realm of cruel destruction
You whisper words of guilt and nonreaction

The frame of death float on your life
Not another hope for the lost souls
Desire, joy in your cortex will subscribe
Stand up choices who belong mentally yours.

InsaneA ring to drive me less insane
Then my essence now so profane
To hide from sight
The noxious blight
Of darkness deep inside my brain.

Perfect in PlainYou've been living a dream
With your eyes open wide
All the prettiest scenes
Always trying to hide

As you see what they don't
And they don't know at all
All the secrets that float
In a World made of falls

All the flowers that bloom
In the late summers rain
Are all blooming for you
Who sees perfect in plain

The RemembranceDon’t look back in your past
When you believe the hope is lost;
Your reality is fiction for your brother,
Some things are always destined for the others

The anxiety will hold you in the mist
The loss of words, to reach the summer’s feast,
In hopeful rush you cross the mounds of skulls
To pierce the future who’s waiting for your call

Action and movement seen through dirty lenses
Broken thoughts expecting in defensive,
An inside sorrow to banish it from sight
Unfolded by black magic deeper in the night

Revisit all the moments seen in your strangest life
Recall the memories in which you try to dive,
Do not believe the hope f

ForwardLeft right back forth all it is is moving forward,
Each step cannot be taken back nor can it be chance,
Keep on moving look ahead never even be the said,
Prove them wrong show them strong,
For its all just your call,
I trust you do not fail,
We will all prevail.

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traenen im regen

es war ein kuehler tag im maerz und sie war sich nicht sicher, ob sie tatsaechlich hingehen sollte. immerhin waren beide einmal beste freundinnen gewesen und irgendwo auch immernoch. man hatte beinahe alles miteinander geteilt. aber es war nun schon lange her und so sehr sie sie auch vermisste, es war einfach nicht der richtige zeitpunkt.
ihr herz war schwer, gerade jetzt, gerade heute waren die traenen immer nahe am ausbrechen. sie wollte nicht, dass sie sie nach einer so langen zeit so schwach erleben sollte. viel mehr wuenschte sie sich, wie in vergangenen tagen, mit ihr in der sonne zu sitzen und stundenlang zu reden, um diese euphorie u

falsche wahrheit

ich wage nicht, die augen zu schließen,
denn dort ist, was mich erinnern macht.
du fragst mich, wo wir den sommer liessen,
wir beide auf decken in dieser nacht.

du kamst, wir sprachen, die herzen verschlossen,
wir ahnten, was im and´ren geschah.
die falschen gefuehle im mondschein genossen,
in beider herzen ein and´rer war.

worte, die einen schwer beruehrten,
beruehrung, an einen and´ren gedacht,
blicke, mit schwermut an uns erinnert,
wir beide haben alles falsch gemacht.

jetzt fragst du, wo ist der sommer geblieben;
den sommer geteilt, doch so allein.
du fragst, welch wunde ist uebriggeblieben;
und nun magst du wieder neben mi

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mein schlaf ist dein trost

by ~PaulaPlastik, Jun 7, 2007, 5:05:00 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

ein truebsal der seele
fesselt dich in dich hinein
zerfliessende liebe
ploetzlich bist du ganz allein

ein schatten der welt
wirft licht in dein rotes herz
es brennt, lodert, flammt
endorphin fuer deinen schmerz

gift meiner liebe
schick mir deinen rohen schlaf
leg dich neben mich zu bett
ich leide, wenn ich leiden darf

dunst meiner liebe
atme dich in mich hinein
lass mir kein eigen atemzug
dein letzter soll auch mein letzter sein

und bricht die nacht heut ueber mich ein
im schlaf kein tropfen leid zum weinen
kein dumpfes licht, um wach zu sein
ohnmacht der nacht, mein leib ist dein

[und das wird niemals ander sein]

...

mein schlaf ist dein trostby ~PaulaPlastik

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

wissen
und
vermissen
lassen

~pestilOpasta Jan 6, 2010

so ungefehr gehts mir halt so "gut"... schoen dich heute gesehen zu haben!

~Dr-O-ArtichVonAnis Aug 29, 2007

seliiiiin, sonst mochte ich deine Gedichte nicht so sehr, aber das ist wirklich so richtig gut.

Schöööööööön!

~aWayman Jun 19, 2007

mit eines deiner besten gedichte find ich, wenn nicht sogar dein bestes !! Auf jedenfall sehr gut, klug und gefühlvoll geschrieben !
Respekt ! Ganz tolles stück kunst !

~Navros Jun 7, 2007 Hobbyist General Artist

und es fühlt sich an wie ich deine stimme erinnere.
und es ist sehr weich und traurig, hart und schön.

~PaulaPlastik Jun 7, 2007

...an dich dich hab ich so viel gedacht...

~Navros Jun 7, 2007 Hobbyist General Artist

vor zwei tagen dachte ich an dich; schrieb zeilen nieder und hauchte.

~PaulaPlastik Jun 7, 2007

tschuh.. woah...
und ich hab gestern ein kleines kistchen hervorgeholt und fand darin ebenfalls zeilen an dich, worte von mir. soo lange her.

~Navros Jun 7, 2007 Hobbyist General Artist

länger als der staub fällt.

~Soulfeelings Jun 7, 2007

wow, das ist total super. Das gefällt mir echt gut !

~PaulaPlastik Jun 7, 2007

tausend dank (o:
freut mich sehr, dass es dir gefaellt...

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