josh-alexander - Hello Poetry

I thought I saw What I thought I knew What I thought was real What I thought was good But what I thought was just a thought And that's all it was just a notion just a guess a shot in the dark I think, I thought I say, I do She says, She needs He knows, He tries But things we think and say and do when clock bells ring and hands strike 12 Are colors stained, beneath dark veils canvas of dust, that civil eyes hide and the artist idle idle, so idle becomes ashamed and thinks and ponders if there is another meaning to this shameful portrait and thinks and does says, knows needs, wants takes up arms furious strokes _______________l e f t r i g h t______________ \ s l a s h e s \ and thrusts --------> burst noise spew sweat drip curses bleed color more more more! more more! more! more more! more more! more! more! more! moremoremore! moremoremoremoremoeroerermroeom And ---- now with heavy breath another one more eyes, stinging sweat, open thinking, hoping, praying scared, half smiling stares and stares a n d s t a r e s still _ quiet _ canvas of dust canvas of lies canvas of this and canvas of that but canvas of what?! and down comes the veil like it always does like it always will and again it is dark under the veil

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC

Under the Veil

I thought I saw What I thought I knew What I thought was real What I thought was good But what I thought was just a thought And that's all it was just a notion just a guess a shot in the dark I think, I thought I say, I do She says, She needs He knows, He tries But things we think and say and do when clock bells ring and hands strike 12 Are colors stained, beneath dark veils canvas of dust, that civil eyes hide and the artist idle idle, so idle becomes ashamed and thinks and ponders if there is another meaning to this shameful portrait and thinks and does says, knows needs, wants takes up arms furious strokes _______________l e f t r i g h t______________ \ s l a s h e s \ and thrusts --------> burst noise spew sweat drip curses bleed color more more more! more more! more! more more! more more! more! more! more! moremoremore! moremoremoremoremoeroerermroeom And ---- now with heavy breath another one more eyes, stinging sweat, open thinking, hoping, praying scared, half smiling stares and stares a n d s t a r e s still _ quiet _ canvas of dust canvas of lies canvas of this and canvas of that but canvas of what?! and down comes the veil like it always does like it always will and again it is dark under the veil

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Worst case scenario, I end up alive It's not that I don't enjoy living I just don't get it the meaning of a breath At least I know death Is certain and that's comforting that I'll die someday it's guaranteed I don't have to guess day to day unlike living which is the worst case scenario

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC

Worst Case Senario

Worst case scenario, I end up alive It's not that I don't enjoy living I just don't get it the meaning of a breath At least I know death Is certain and that's comforting that I'll die someday it's guaranteed I don't have to guess day to day unlike living which is the worst case scenario

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Snake in the grass slides stealthily slippery through the dry c u d r s e h leaves slithering its way secretly 'round through the red forest with red leaves and red trees and red tape He slithers quietly Creeps and crawls on his belly so l o w through Ferguson he slides Scraping the scab of a fresh, infected wound Stinging it with his tail his tongue Snake in the grass Slides smoothly into Texas Hex us Vex us Nexus Correct us to the cusp of reason the the edge of insanity Siphoning tight in the barrel of their guns salivating at the fresh prey crawling in the distance He's not so different from you and I He's just like us //////////////////////////////////// ///////////////////////////////// /////////////a///////////////////// ///////////sn/////////////////////////// /////////ake////////////////////// /////////in///////////////////////////// //////////the/////////////////////// ////////////gr///////////////////////// /////////////as/////////////////// //////////////s////////////////////////// //////////////////////////////////

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC

/////Snake in the Grass/////

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Love is the greatest lie of all It is pushed on to us from the very first moments of existence To the last moments of life And even in death We can't get a break The pastor says love is eternal The rabbi says love is tradition The imam says love is paradise And the basketful of others declare that love is immortal That love will stand the test of time as if it's some giant monument made of steel But it isn’t a monument Love is a word And words sell They tell you love is a bag of Lay's potato chips and can of Coke on a hot July afternoon When you close the door of your new Lexus, they tell you that's love 'For 15 cents a day you could help feed a child' is love If it's certified, inspected, marked and labeled with a big gold ribbon and covered in little guarantee stickers or the ever cheerful faces of old timey slaves, it's love And that jolly old man from the North Pole who sits with your kids telling them everything they want to hear, that's love too If it feels good it's love if it tastes good it's love if it looks good, smells good, sounds good it's love is love is love is love But that's the lie Love Behind the words and the colorful pictures there is no love there is only a man working three jobs trying to get the rent on time while saving up some money for his daughters' college fund, but knowing that he'll probably get evicted anyways because the land lady doesn't like Mexicans. Or a group of shareholders discussing fiscal projections for the new quarter after hiding millions of dollars in unfilled tax returns that went directly into the pockets of a few. Or a kid trying to decide whether or not to pay a dollar for an ice tea or give it to the *** on the corner, but buying an ice tea anyways because he knows that bums are ***** and should get a job (at least that's what the TV said) Love is the greatest lie of all Because love isn't just a word It isn't a product It isn't a construct of human society to exploit our humanity To take advantage of us so we blindly conform as they dance around the board room table with fistfuls of hearts bleeding in their hands All while singing "Love is! Love is! Love is!" Grinning and snickering as if they had discovered the fountain of youth Love is not that Love is a lie The most beautiful lie of all Breaking the framework of our reality Shattering the rose-colored glasses of conformity A reflection of our inner core Our soul, so to say, Sending out a beacon Of something human Of something flesh Something more Love is And it would be a crime to solve love To answer all of its questions To throw it in a cage and study it like a rat Cut it open and wade through its internals Catalogue every piece and lock it in a metal drawer so future generations won't be puzzled by it So that that love will be so well known That no more will there be love struck fools No more star crossed lovers to cry over No love at first sight No passion and fire that gives so many reason No poets pondering No singers singing Or writers writing Love will only be a symptom And with a prescription you can take care of that too That's why love is the greatest lie of all It is Unexplainable Inconceivable Irrational Impossible Ridiculous and Cruel And yet we lie to ourselves Saying love is this and that Thinking that love can be defined That love can be crammed into just 4 letters A lie that is human in nature A lie to avoid the truth A truth we do not want to face But a truth that we cannot unbind ourselves from We will always try To explain To understand To know To not be afraid But we don't know And we don't understand And we can't explain And that scares us But maybe that is love Not knowing To be afraid of the unknown afraid of the dark afraid of being alone Being scared to say 'Love is the greatest lie of all'

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Apr 17, 2014

Apr 17, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC

The Greatest Lie of All

Love is the greatest lie of all It is pushed on to us from the very first moments of existence To the last moments of life And even in death We can't get a break The pastor says love is eternal The rabbi says love is tradition The imam says love is paradise And the basketful of others declare that love is immortal That love will stand the test of time as if it's some giant monument made of steel But it isn’t a monument Love is a word And words sell They tell you love is a bag of Lay's potato chips and can of Coke on a hot July afternoon When you close the door of your new Lexus, they tell you that's love 'For 15 cents a day you could help feed a child' is love If it's certified, inspected, marked and labeled with a big gold ribbon and covered in little guarantee stickers or the ever cheerful faces of old timey slaves, it's love And that jolly old man from the North Pole who sits with your kids telling them everything they want to hear, that's love too If it feels good it's love if it tastes good it's love if it looks good, smells good, sounds good it's love is love is love is love But that's the lie Love Behind the words and the colorful pictures there is no love there is only a man working three jobs trying to get the rent on time while saving up some money for his daughters' college fund, but knowing that he'll probably get evicted anyways because the land lady doesn't like Mexicans. Or a group of shareholders discussing fiscal projections for the new quarter after hiding millions of dollars in unfilled tax returns that went directly into the pockets of a few. Or a kid trying to decide whether or not to pay a dollar for an ice tea or give it to the *** on the corner, but buying an ice tea anyways because he knows that bums are ***** and should get a job (at least that's what the TV said) Love is the greatest lie of all Because love isn't just a word It isn't a product It isn't a construct of human society to exploit our humanity To take advantage of us so we blindly conform as they dance around the board room table with fistfuls of hearts bleeding in their hands All while singing "Love is! Love is! Love is!" Grinning and snickering as if they had discovered the fountain of youth Love is not that Love is a lie The most beautiful lie of all Breaking the framework of our reality Shattering the rose-colored glasses of conformity A reflection of our inner core Our soul, so to say, Sending out a beacon Of something human Of something flesh Something more Love is And it would be a crime to solve love To answer all of its questions To throw it in a cage and study it like a rat Cut it open and wade through its internals Catalogue every piece and lock it in a metal drawer so future generations won't be puzzled by it So that that love will be so well known That no more will there be love struck fools No more star crossed lovers to cry over No love at first sight No passion and fire that gives so many reason No poets pondering No singers singing Or writers writing Love will only be a symptom And with a prescription you can take care of that too That's why love is the greatest lie of all It is Unexplainable Inconceivable Irrational Impossible Ridiculous and Cruel And yet we lie to ourselves Saying love is this and that Thinking that love can be defined That love can be crammed into just 4 letters A lie that is human in nature A lie to avoid the truth A truth we do not want to face But a truth that we cannot unbind ourselves from We will always try To explain To understand To know To not be afraid But we don't know And we don't understand And we can't explain And that scares us But maybe that is love Not knowing To be afraid of the unknown afraid of the dark afraid of being alone Being scared to say 'Love is the greatest lie of all'

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To put on a mask Is just to ask Do you enjoy the lie that you're living? Why do you dig the grave that you're digging? What would you do for a life worth living? Tell me then, What would you be? Dead or Living?

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC

Micro

To put on a mask Is just to ask Do you enjoy the lie that you're living? Why do you dig the grave that you're digging? What would you do for a life worth living? Tell me then, What would you be? Dead or Living?

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A gentle sweeping breeze The fragrances of night The shadows of strangers The flickering of lights And in the darkest alleys Of the darkest nights She's there Her stare Her shroud of silver-white Her light Her smile Her grace She's the wanderer's friend And the diamond of the night She's the song of the wolf And the lantern In the dead of the night And if you're far from home Or you're all alone Or you're lost and scared And you need a friend It doesn't matter where She'll be there Her love and care Wherever you are You're not too far From Home Just close your eyes and let her light surround you Just close your eyes and let her take you there Just close your eyes and you'll be home tonight Tonight If the moon is bright Tonight If it shines its light Tonight If the feeling's right Just close your eyes and you'll be home tonight Tonight Tonight You'll be home Tonight

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Mar 5, 2014

Mar 5, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC

Close Your Eyes

A gentle sweeping breeze The fragrances of night The shadows of strangers The flickering of lights And in the darkest alleys Of the darkest nights She's there Her stare Her shroud of silver-white Her light Her smile Her grace She's the wanderer's friend And the diamond of the night She's the song of the wolf And the lantern In the dead of the night And if you're far from home Or you're all alone Or you're lost and scared And you need a friend It doesn't matter where She'll be there Her love and care Wherever you are You're not too far From Home Just close your eyes and let her light surround you Just close your eyes and let her take you there Just close your eyes and you'll be home tonight Tonight If the moon is bright Tonight If it shines its light Tonight If the feeling's right Just close your eyes and you'll be home tonight Tonight Tonight You'll be home Tonight

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Everything's relative" they say And from way up here Why would you care? The mighty oak and the sturdy pine The fields of blooming flowers and the green pastures of grass The rich brown soil and the rolling hills stained with jagged stones Concrete cities that spill out into the valley below A maze of houses and roads built by human hands The mothers and fathers working in the stores and the school children skipping back home The hopes and dreams of a people the strife and struggle the battles and the losses the victories and celebrations The tears and embraces From way up here they are only pixels of paint on the grand canvas of The Universe like a grain of sand in the endless dunes of existence they are forgettable, overlooked and unimportant But that piece called 'The Universe' It is only one of many paintings in a sad and incomplete collection called 'The Unknown' And that makes them insignificant It is almost better for them to not even exist But soon the swift wind comes sweeping down the valley and into the cities and through the fields of flowers rustling in between the sturdy pines and blowing past the rugged hills drifting ai m le ss l y beyond the towering clouds above "Everything's relative" they say, but I guess that's just how I see it.

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Feb 1, 2014

Feb 1, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC

Relatively Speaking

Everything's relative" they say And from way up here Why would you care? The mighty oak and the sturdy pine The fields of blooming flowers and the green pastures of grass The rich brown soil and the rolling hills stained with jagged stones Concrete cities that spill out into the valley below A maze of houses and roads built by human hands The mothers and fathers working in the stores and the school children skipping back home The hopes and dreams of a people the strife and struggle the battles and the losses the victories and celebrations The tears and embraces From way up here they are only pixels of paint on the grand canvas of The Universe like a grain of sand in the endless dunes of existence they are forgettable, overlooked and unimportant But that piece called 'The Universe' It is only one of many paintings in a sad and incomplete collection called 'The Unknown' And that makes them insignificant It is almost better for them to not even exist But soon the swift wind comes sweeping down the valley and into the cities and through the fields of flowers rustling in between the sturdy pines and blowing past the rugged hills drifting ai m le ss l y beyond the towering clouds above "Everything's relative" they say, but I guess that's just how I see it.

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O Woman! Speak! Shout! Yell! Your voice Though it seems So low Speak! Shout! Yell! Let them know That you Are woman Speak! Shout! Yell! Let your voice be heard! Through the grasslands of the Serengeti In the swelling waters of the Mississippi Past the scorching sands of the Gobi High above the Pyrenees. Speak! Shout! Yell! In the Godless cities Paved with fear and hate In dark alleyways Where the dead And the desperate Congregate Through the suburbs of apathy To the congresses of none Demand that you be heard You must be heard For you are woman Your voice Is strong You must speak for your sisters That had no voice That could not speak as woman O Woman! Speak! Shout! Yell! Fight! For you are woman And woman is strong

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Jan 21, 2014

Jan 21, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC

O Woman!

O Woman! Speak! Shout! Yell! Your voice Though it seems So low Speak! Shout! Yell! Let them know That you Are woman Speak! Shout! Yell! Let your voice be heard! Through the grasslands of the Serengeti In the swelling waters of the Mississippi Past the scorching sands of the Gobi High above the Pyrenees. Speak! Shout! Yell! In the Godless cities Paved with fear and hate In dark alleyways Where the dead And the desperate Congregate Through the suburbs of apathy To the congresses of none Demand that you be heard You must be heard For you are woman Your voice Is strong You must speak for your sisters That had no voice That could not speak as woman O Woman! Speak! Shout! Yell! Fight! For you are woman And woman is strong

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They say ignorance is bliss But for a world full of ignorant people Everyone's sure uptight

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Jan 6, 2014

Jan 6, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC

Ignorance is Bliss?

They say ignorance is bliss But for a world full of ignorant people Everyone's sure uptight

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Sunshine that breaks through the clouds of grey Come Bring hope into my soul again Sun shine in the sky above Brings us to a bright new day Sun shining brightness of golden face Smile down upon broken disgrace Into my soul once more Sun shining bright Let me bathe in your golden dreams Sun shining bright Sun shines right Sunshine that brightens your weary face Enters your eyes, leaves a golden trace Sunshine that fills the holes in your soul Sun shine smile your golden grace Your golden face Sun shine Sun shine Sun shine

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Jan 6, 2014

Jan 6, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC

Day Dreamer

Sunshine that breaks through the clouds of grey Come Bring hope into my soul again Sun shine in the sky above Brings us to a bright new day Sun shining brightness of golden face Smile down upon broken disgrace Into my soul once more Sun shining bright Let me bathe in your golden dreams Sun shining bright Sun shines right Sunshine that brightens your weary face Enters your eyes, leaves a golden trace Sunshine that fills the holes in your soul Sun shine smile your golden grace Your golden face Sun shine Sun shine Sun shine

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