he has no knowledge of twigs,
his mother had the secret,
as do i.

he has the knowledge of acting,
it was quite a performance,
as they were the same
twigs.


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Even I, with scales on my eyes and large, heavy headphones pressed tightly against my ears, can see that this three week conversation has died out, although I have made every attempt to keep it burning.
Even I, with my nose bleeding, and my heart bleeding, and my soul dripping some strange, red liquid, know that this has run its course, which, coincidentally, was directly into an iceberg which I never saw. An iceburg that only exists in your eyes, yet this ship sailed, serene, into it, with no word of warning from your lips.
Even I, with guts spilled out, in the street, in front of your house, spelling your name, must aknowledge the fleeting nature of the situation. I guess.
Even I, with next to no knowledge of myself, know that I am lying.
But they are lies that I must eat with the eagerness of starving foxes - for that is what I am now. I am made of lies and paw-prints in the vacant lot, near the abandoned sugar factory, that place I still believe is haunted, to this day. Maybe it houses my ghosts.
But after my dinner of hollow lies, I am left famished still, even though I choked down one too many, coughing, and gasping for air, as if I were drowning in my own falsities. After my unsatisfying meal, I only want one dessert: A cigarette and an answer. But only one is possible, and I have already made my choice. The pull of Nicotine is much stronger than that of closure. So I don't really need it.
I am a blind man, who has wandered onto the train tracks, far outside of town, where the iron horses can really run. In the city (or something that may only resembe a city,) they prance. On display. "Look at my tall, graffitti-stained walls. See my beautiful face of cow-catcher grin and headlamp, cyclops eye."
I made my picnic on the tracks, thinking they were a bench. I guess that was a bad idea. And my reanimated corpse agrees, as it trusts that another train is still far away and stumbles about, picking up lost pieces.
I should build a house here. I really don't mind rebuilding, and the trainwrecks ain't so bad...
All in retrospect, friend.

We are such opposites, you and I
Yet somehow we've woven ourselves into this web
You are a tsunami
Yet I am simply the ebb

Differences so evident, it's almost insulting
Your ink-stained arms push up against my bare, ivory chest
You are so clearly you
While I am only somewhat me, at best

So many places you've been
While I've been sitting here all the while
Circumstances should have told us both "No!"
But that word disappears completely as you smile

So much knowledge I've gained
While you don't bother with reading
You are always content with the simplest things
But I yearn immensely for things I'm not really needing

Your smoke-filled room meets my untouched lungs
Your devilish ways engulf my virgin essence
We can only meet briefly, and so rarely it feels
Your absence is like Christmas without presents

I snicker when you sigh, laugh when you cry
I'm through with rest, yet you sit as I stand
I lay myself down just as you rise
My ghostly form next to your harsh skin, perfectly tanned

Your breast was hollow once
Long before me and you, we, became us
But mine was overflowing with love
That the Heavens knew was meant for you, I undoubtedly trust

They, all of them out there, may not understand
Your roughness and ruggedness holding my soft and clean hands
But I do not care about their worries or remarks
Because we are separate people, but one in our hearts

Reluctant to Obey destiny’s call,
The voice from within me re-echoed
Loud as never to ignite mine passion
To in me trigger an avid obligation

Write on was the command

I looked around keenly to see
From whence came the urge
Before long I realized that
The scary charge was within

Write on without hesitation

Then I knew there was a task
Gigantic in nature waiting
I cogitated on how to initiate
And realized it was pragmatic

Write on the time is now

The command again came to me
The urgency of the task ahead,
Was in it undoubtedly spelled out
And now am left but with one thing

To start writing on as commanded
Write on for there is inspiration
Pages never can contain the fountain
Of knowledge lying latent in you

Dare to take the golden pen to
Your thoughts & imaginations pen down
And be so much amazed at the outcome
Which to many shall be a resource

I reached out for pen & paper
Pondered a while to receive inspiration
Affixing pen on paper I began to write
As I dare took the challenge insight abounded

My pen had became unstoppable
My ink flew unceasingly to document facts
I sort to halt and rest but no way
Passion to finish the task had consumed me

I wrote on what should become masterpiece
If I had ventured to stop the call
The volumes of wisdom would exist not
For eternity would have me swallowed up

Knowledge in me would have been wasted
If I never heed to the call to write on
The cemetery would have grown richer
With my joining those who refused to write on.

Ten thousand years have gone
Since the guarding of the stone.
Many sordid battles were fought
And all ended with scattered bones.

It is written that only one whom is pure of heart
May lift the stone without swift death.
It is guarded by the eldest of all magic
Which captivate our souls and rob our breath.

Now, however, it is concealed underground.
It was hidden after the many battles and nearly forgotten.
But the Alcapye, ancient guardians of the stone,
Had since passed their knowledge beyond the Great Mountain.

Over the seas and through the jungles,
You'll come at last to what may become your tomb.
In the forsaken desert of the Alcapye,
There it lies: be it our hope or our doom!

It is set in a sacred chest of golden yew
Waiting for the heart that can set it free.
It was marked by the Alcapye,
So only the Chosen One may see.

Eleven days you'll have to seek,
And behold the enchanted stone.
Call upon the Alcapye to guide you
And to you your road be shown.

You shall begin your quest at dawn.
We'll hope that it will not be permanent.
You shall have power beyond measure
If you possess the Stone of Judgment.

If you should fail to retrieve the stone,
Say, 'Farewell' to all those you know.
The Earth shall crumble. The Earth shall fall.
From a nuclear war from every foe.

Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

Fair warnings about the weather were plenty
but anyway I shed my coat in the doorway,
and grew ill with each winter frost and bite.
Day had a chronic habit of turning to night
all too early for curious eyes,
you warned that sleep would tame inquiry I often despised;
anyway, I lay awake and choke beneath a sea of wonder.
Greeted in the morning by a pounding in my temples reverberating I think:
I should have listened to mother.
And when you told me not to raise my voice against the harshness of my kin,
I refused, gaining instead a fogged conscience
and bruised stained skin.
A lesson acquired from years of fail
finally faults begin to ease and the knowledge entails:
listen to mother.

"Love the one you kiss goodnight" you whispered in my ear.
I must have been too filled with wonder for your warning I did not hear.
And when the boy I chose to kiss and I lay upon my bed beside
the guilt growing I aim to hide.
Not a bruise upon my skin
just some scratches on my back and scars within
because I hadn't accepted your fair warning
and it is my own fault I can not recover
from the love in my blood,
I should have listened to mother.

When I look back at you
I am disgusted
Depressed
A denoted piece of wreckage
You brought out a beast of rage
I am disgusting
Disgruntled
I'm disguising myself in layers of lies
When you talk to me I find myself in limbo
I am lost
Lustful
A lonely ghost stuck between you and me
You've moved forward like a lion
Making a new pride
Prowling
You're power hungry and persuasive
And you've hurt my heart more than
I'd like to believe
Bleeding
And beating myself up over things I said
You must be deaf not to hear me scream
Because I'm crying
Cringing
And clinging to the shreds of us that's left
I'm dying to convince myself the illusion
Wasn't one at all
Alone
And we were allies once
Despite the fact I always knew we were at war
Me with feelings
Fears
And freedom from worries
You were fighting with your loyalties
Feigning empathy
Eroticism
And emptiness. I was nothing but your shield
And when I broke, I was put back with the others
You used
Abused
And abducted from their happiness.
Only to visit us when you're yearning
For a sense of nostalgia
Knowledge
And needing to fill the void you created
When you sacrificed your liver in exchange for us.

A sly girl, ryhming so inteligently
Her mind finds ways in the words with no boundry
Carving each word to her feeling
Only to wish people could keep on seeing

A truth in side her damaged mind
that no man could ever heal her, only time
But fact is damaged was not her head
It was she was an angel wanting her wings to be spread

To help share the knowledge that she had
And though her many oppressors thought it bad
Like a angel would she grasp the hearts of the hopeless and sad
and gave them a reason to believe that not everyone in this world is savage

How brave you are, this angel that your able to counsel and still be factual.
And with a mind like yours nobody can stop you
Because hearts like your dont fall to simple traps..impromtues
Just hope you understand and my words and they dont fall through.

Is there anything
more heartbreakingly sexy
as a lover
walking away?

The way they sway,
your knowledge of their loving
their moans and groans
no longer yours.

Is there anything
so heartbreakingly sexy
as a lover
walking away?

Their morning smiles
and rumpled hair...
tears and stares
no longer yours.

Consider this.
I have loved you since you was a child.
And as an adult I still love you now.

Consider this.
I have love you since you was a teen.
And not amazed that I still do.

It strictly wasn't based upon your physical self.
But were based upon your sensitive heart.
If caring wasn't a honorable trait.
I know in my mind you would have made it that way.

Consider this.
Others want a ready made relationship.
We learn and adapt to the love experience.
It strictly won't be based around the financial side.

For what we don't have.
You best believe we'll get it in time.
We have the strength and knowledge to survive.

Consider this.
We going to build a love to last a life time.