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Emm Aug 2014
and then you recluse...

to a side of you i'm not invited to
to a part of you i have no presence in

pars pro toto
you took bits of me that you dislike
totem pro parte
and blame other parts of me based on the faux whole 'me' that you created

when you think you need it
when you feel you need to stand your ground

using 'me'
against me

as you choose to exclude yourself from the picture...

everything in this life comes with an expiry date
most are far shorter than life itself

what are we without governing principles and morals
but mere primal

marry a cow!
we're all the same!

what's the point of winning
you're losing the millisecond you react to share your hurting feelings

i wish we can talk...
or wave goodbye in plain grassy field...
or probably, ... sit solemnly side by side in acknowledgment...

as the genesis of our days is long past...
as there never was needed any conclusion
Anthony Williams Aug 2014
Dark curtains struggle against our difference
but she loves a sense of justice that never sleeps
caught out of the light when now I glimpse her face
sending me tearing shadows down in disbelief

I see her dancing nights away in moonshine rays
intoxicated by a love that beckons then slips past me
how much I long to kiss better that shimmering fay
but elusive to my calls embrace a fleeting tricky sky

Hope gathers up her trail in the pure instincts of desire
again and again my seeking hands caress a fragment
the search faltering sadly at her twinkling dressed figure
sure only that my lips could starry press together fate

Then we met standing under a bridge's forgiving side
on a bend with the wind splashing a hot moon over
fusing sought and lashed to hug her pools of eyes
I dry them and replenish.. oh.. how cool is our love
by Anthony Williams
My God, your God, our God, no God
The bickering drones on and on for days
Despite the gruesome injustices repeated in time
We still fight, we still push and pull in all ways!

What good does it do to prove someone else wrong?
Does it make you more right?  Does it help us get along?
How can we call ourselves elite, evolved and free
When we can't let go of our choke holds and just let it all be?

Let it be.  Lennon had it right.  Live high.  Mraz did too.
And I didn't need a book or doctrines to develop this view.
No, these philosophies were communicated through song
Frequencies and vibrations that bypass all "right" and all "wrong."

We're all just doing our best
To stand tall and hold up our chest
To walk paths filled with smiles and sunny skies
And skip those filled with darkness and filthy lies

We just want to love,
though it sounds so cliche
Peace, happiness and acceptance for all
These drinks are on me, so, drink up, I say.

Drink 'til you're drunk on positive vibes
Let them shake your iron fist loose
Let go, for once, of your need to win
Otherwise we're just tightening this ridiculous noose.

I don't know about you, but I don't wish to hang
With guilt on my mind for persuading you to change
So I'll just stand back and offer peace of mind:
Follow your bliss, let it be, smile, and live high!


- BPW
12/25/2013
n0cturnal Apr 2014
(5) We sit in silence,
(7) Glares sent across the table.
(5) Was I wrong this time?
Hail
Rebel
Such strong words
Those who utter are great in number
Some follow
The others rise
One worships
The other shouts
Which side are you on?
Which side are you against?
It doesn’t really matter
All of it is mundane
We all end in the same place
Different time
Our ashes hit the sky
While the rest are buried in the ground
Some are burned
The others in the depths of oceans
Is it truly important what you believe in?
Or are you one of the masses
Willing to **** to appease the one true misfortune.
Castiel Apr 2014
Oh, Summer,
Isn't it great how
you make people so
happy?
It must feel
wonderful.
All I do is
prepare them for
you and your
joy.

Yes, Spring,
I make people
happy, and yes,
that is very
important.
But without you,
they would not be
ready for my
sudden punch
of warmth and
it would hit them like
a truck.
So aren't you really the
more important one
here?

Oh, but I am but
the lonely whispers
of two conflicting times.
I am the last thoughts of
Winter, and I am just
hinting at your
arrival.
I say nothing
outright.
I am a coward, a lonely
star, and you are
the brave and
brilliant
sun.

My friend, if only
that was true.
I am welcomed at
first, but before long they
grow tired of me.
I am relentless, and
I desperately cling to
them in the hopes that
they will always
love
me.
Alas, my friend -
alas, it is not to be.
The tighter my
grip, the more they
wrest away from
me.
Praytell, Spring,
what is so
appealing about
Summer?

Your
your
your
your blithe
ignorance, I
suppose. Anything is
more appealing than
Spring.
What happens when I'm bored of Spring but at the same time hate Summer.
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