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"briers" poems
#*“Come, all you who are thirsty,     come to the waters; and you who have no money,     come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk     without money and without cost. Why spend money on what is not bread,     and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to Me, and eat what is good,     and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Give ear and come to Me;     listen, that you may live. I will make an everlasting covenant with you,     My faithful love promised to David...” Seek the LORD while He may be found;     call on Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake their ways     and the unrighteous their thoughts. Let them turn to the LORD, and He will have mercy on them,     and to our God, for He will freely pardon. “For My thoughts are not your thoughts,     neither are your ways My ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth,     so are My ways higher than your ways     and My thoughts than your thoughts. As the rain and the snow     come down from heaven, and do not return to it     without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish,     so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is My word that goes out from My mouth:     It will not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire     and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. You will go out in joy     and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills     will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field     will clap their hands. Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper,     and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. This will be for the LORD’s renown,     for an everlasting sign,     that will endure forever.” ~ New International Version*#
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
Isaiah 55
#*“Come, all you who are thirsty,     come to the waters; and you who have no money,     come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk     without money and without cost. Why spend money on what is not bread,     and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to Me, and eat what is good,     and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Give ear and come to Me;     listen, that you may live. I will make an everlasting covenant with you,     My faithful love promised to David...” Seek the LORD while He may be found;     call on Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake their ways     and the unrighteous their thoughts. Let them turn to the LORD, and He will have mercy on them,     and to our God, for He will freely pardon. “For My thoughts are not your thoughts,     neither are your ways My ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth,     so are My ways higher than your ways     and My thoughts than your thoughts. As the rain and the snow     come down from heaven, and do not return to it     without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish,     so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is My word that goes out from My mouth:     It will not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire     and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. You will go out in joy     and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills     will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field     will clap their hands. Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper,     and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. This will be for the LORD’s renown,     for an everlasting sign,     that will endure forever.” ~ New International Version*#
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I've Been TRULY SURPRISED ... !!! In Fact ... " MESMERISED " ....... !!!! By The ... Volume of People ... Who Tell Themselves Lies ... !!! These Acts I Believe ... Give Liars ... " Relief " ... But Liars Are FOOLS ... Who Simply ... AREN'T Cool ... !!! And People Like These ... Know NOT What They Do ... ?!? In Fact That's NOT TRUE ... !!!! But Does Give You Some Clues ... On Why These FAKE People ... Don't Have ... SHINY Shoes ... !!! They Walk In A Mire ... of .... " Liars for Hire " .... They Claim The Good Life ... But Are NOT Richard Briers ... ?!? They DO ... Make Me Laugh ... !!! But They AIN'T Richard Pryor ... !!!! Their ... " Devilish Ways " ... Will Earn Them ... " HELLS' FIRE " ... !!!! This Thing Has NO COLOUR ... !!! A Liar's ... A LIAR ... !!!!! But That ISN'T ME ... !!! Try ... Tapping My Wire ... !!! "IT ISN'T JUST WHITES ! YES BLACKS DO IT TOO !" To Think It's One Culture ... Is Really .... " NOT COOL " .... !!! DON'T BE ... " A Fool " ... !!! You're Lying To ... YOU ... !?! To Think That ... " Your Creed " .. Has Always Been ... " True " ... It's Time To Move On ... And Give You Some Proof ... That ... Loved Ones You Have ... May Just ... TAINT Your View ... !!! Those Who You Feel ... Would NOT ... Lie To You ... Does Your Family ... ? Have A ... GENUINE Crew ... ?!? Or Do You Have Relatives ... ? Being .... UNTRUE ... ?!? ... Who ... Travel Through Time ... WITHOUT ... " Doctor Who " ... !!! Their Ship Is UNStabLE ... Their Life Is .... " A Fable " .... Kind of Like Guys ... Who Sell ... " DODGY CABLE " ... !!! Yeah ... Funny I Know ... But ... Who's At YOUR Table ... ?!? ROCKING ... Your Cradle ... !?! I'll ... Give You A Choice .... These Two ... Cain or Abel ... ??? Marriage Is Something ... To Give You ... MORE Clues ... That ... LOVE Is A Word ... That ... GOOD LIARS Use ... !!!!! DON'T ... Get It Confused ... This ... LOVE Thing's ABUSED ... By Liars Who ... USE It ... To Get Some ... NEW Shoes ... !!! It's Money ... You See ... That Gives Liars GLEE ... !!! Emotions Get Played With ... Right To ... " Pregnancy " ... !!! LOVE Is A ... GREAT THING ... !!!! When Given For FREE ... !!!!! But MANY Now USE IT ... To ... Fulfil Their Greed ... Just Look At Divorce Rates ... Or ... Watch Your TV ... I Really ... DON'T Care ... If You ... Don't Want To See ... !!!!! THE TRUTH Is This Simple ... It's .... REALITY .... !!!!! We All May ... Fall Victim ... of Those Who Proceed ... To ..."Hide Who They Are" ... Behind LIES ... That They Feed ... They're ... LYING To You ... And ... LYING To Me ... !!! Some of These People ... .... Recite Poetry .... !!! Some of These People ... Are Rappers ... BELIEVE ... !!! They Really Don't Know ... ? What It Is To ... " Emcee " ... ? This Is A MASTER ... of .... " Ceremonies " .... These Are TRUE POETS ... Like ..... " Talib Kweli " ..... or Maybe THIS NAME ... ? The Brother ... " Big V " ... ?!? Or A Guy Called ... BIG VIRGE ... !?! Okay I Mean .... ME .... !!!!! A Man Who Speaks TRUTH ... In This Here .... " Poetry " .... I DON'T Want To Be ... Above ... Humility ... !!!!!! I Just Want To See ... More ... TRUE Poetry ... That SHUNS Foolish Pride ... And Liars Who Feed ... On ... " Poetic Liars " ... These ... " Fictional Writers " ... Just Write For THEMSELVES ... To Earn A .... " FAST BUCK " .... From .... " Media Wealth " .... PLEASE OPEN Your Eyes ... Let TRUTH Be Your Guide ... Cos' It Really AIN'T Wise ... To Have A ... FAKE Guise ... !!!!! REMEMBER This Poem .... ... " Don't Tell Yourself Lies !!! " ...
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
"Don't Tell Yourself Lies" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 24/6/2005
I've Been TRULY SURPRISED ... !!! In Fact ... " MESMERISED " ....... !!!! By The ... Volume of People ... Who Tell Themselves Lies ... !!! These Acts I Believe ... Give Liars ... " Relief " ... But Liars Are FOOLS ... Who Simply ... AREN'T Cool ... !!! And People Like These ... Know NOT What They Do ... ?!? In Fact That's NOT TRUE ... !!!! But Does Give You Some Clues ... On Why These FAKE People ... Don't Have ... SHINY Shoes ... !!! They Walk In A Mire ... of .... " Liars for Hire " .... They Claim The Good Life ... But Are NOT Richard Briers ... ?!? They DO ... Make Me Laugh ... !!! But They AIN'T Richard Pryor ... !!!! Their ... " Devilish Ways " ... Will Earn Them ... " HELLS' FIRE " ... !!!! This Thing Has NO COLOUR ... !!! A Liar's ... A LIAR ... !!!!! But That ISN'T ME ... !!! Try ... Tapping My Wire ... !!! "IT ISN'T JUST WHITES ! YES BLACKS DO IT TOO !" To Think It's One Culture ... Is Really .... " NOT COOL " .... !!! DON'T BE ... " A Fool " ... !!! You're Lying To ... YOU ... !?! To Think That ... " Your Creed " .. Has Always Been ... " True " ... It's Time To Move On ... And Give You Some Proof ... That ... Loved Ones You Have ... May Just ... TAINT Your View ... !!! Those Who You Feel ... Would NOT ... Lie To You ... Does Your Family ... ? Have A ... GENUINE Crew ... ?!? Or Do You Have Relatives ... ? Being .... UNTRUE ... ?!? ... Who ... Travel Through Time ... WITHOUT ... " Doctor Who " ... !!! Their Ship Is UNStabLE ... Their Life Is .... " A Fable " .... Kind of Like Guys ... Who Sell ... " DODGY CABLE " ... !!! Yeah ... Funny I Know ... But ... Who's At YOUR Table ... ?!? ROCKING ... Your Cradle ... !?! I'll ... Give You A Choice .... These Two ... Cain or Abel ... ??? Marriage Is Something ... To Give You ... MORE Clues ... That ... LOVE Is A Word ... That ... GOOD LIARS Use ... !!!!! DON'T ... Get It Confused ... This ... LOVE Thing's ABUSED ... By Liars Who ... USE It ... To Get Some ... NEW Shoes ... !!! It's Money ... You See ... That Gives Liars GLEE ... !!! Emotions Get Played With ... Right To ... " Pregnancy " ... !!! LOVE Is A ... GREAT THING ... !!!! When Given For FREE ... !!!!! But MANY Now USE IT ... To ... Fulfil Their Greed ... Just Look At Divorce Rates ... Or ... Watch Your TV ... I Really ... DON'T Care ... If You ... Don't Want To See ... !!!!! THE TRUTH Is This Simple ... It's .... REALITY .... !!!!! We All May ... Fall Victim ... of Those Who Proceed ... To ..."Hide Who They Are" ... Behind LIES ... That They Feed ... They're ... LYING To You ... And ... LYING To Me ... !!! Some of These People ... .... Recite Poetry .... !!! Some of These People ... Are Rappers ... BELIEVE ... !!! They Really Don't Know ... ? What It Is To ... " Emcee " ... ? This Is A MASTER ... of .... " Ceremonies " .... These Are TRUE POETS ... Like ..... " Talib Kweli " ..... or Maybe THIS NAME ... ? The Brother ... " Big V " ... ?!? Or A Guy Called ... BIG VIRGE ... !?! Okay I Mean .... ME .... !!!!! A Man Who Speaks TRUTH ... In This Here .... " Poetry " .... I DON'T Want To Be ... Above ... Humility ... !!!!!! I Just Want To See ... More ... TRUE Poetry ... That SHUNS Foolish Pride ... And Liars Who Feed ... On ... " Poetic Liars " ... These ... " Fictional Writers " ... Just Write For THEMSELVES ... To Earn A .... " FAST BUCK " .... From .... " Media Wealth " .... PLEASE OPEN Your Eyes ... Let TRUTH Be Your Guide ... Cos' It Really AIN'T Wise ... To Have A ... FAKE Guise ... !!!!! REMEMBER This Poem .... ... " Don't Tell Yourself Lies !!! " ...
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The bush that has most briers and bitter fruit, Wait till the frost has turned its green leaves red, Its sweetened berries will thy palate suit, And thou may'st find e'en there a homely bread. Upon the hills of Salem scattered wide, Their yellow blossoms gain the eye in Spring; And straggling e'en upon the turnpike's side, Their ripened branches to your hand they bring, I 've plucked them oft in boyhood's early hour, That then I gave such name, and thought it true; But now I know that other fruit as sour Grows on what now thou callest Me and You; Yet, wilt thou wait the autumn that I see, Will sweeter taste than these red berries be.
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The Barberry Bush
Past thick briers and dense thickets Beyond inconsolable oceans and insufferable lakes Amidst the roar of obstreperous winds Within the abyss of calamity I've let you past my obscurities into the forest of my heart In return you promised your own so our forests would grow Instead you left the seeds of hatred that grew amongst my trees You used me as an exploit for your own selfish endeavors Our love was made of rot and mold The passion expired and you were gone You left me to swim my way back To climb past my briers and thickets To bear the violent winds To climb out of the dark abyss So that I may find myself once again in clutters of debris Spread out across the shores of what remains of me
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
What remains
( 2P or not 2P) Poets and Pigeons, two P's in a pod. Some are very humble Others think they are god. Throw them a few crumbs and they will peck at your feet. They're a most grateful lot That you will ever meet. If the morsel is really great They will eat out of your hand. Wanting MORE MORE MORE Pecking MORE than they can stand. They jockey for position on the feeding chart each day. Numbers, NUMbers, NUMBERS Is there any other way? Some pigeons stand afar not risking  getting close. Others land on your head In hopes they get the most. There are those who flutter by and leave deposits in your hair. "There are better morsels just ahead" As they develop a pigeon stare. They envision better food ahead, like cows at the wires. It's always tastier over there Turns out more like briers. And so it goes in pigeon world Juking along making their mark   (or is that leaving their mark) Showing others where to find Crumbs in the vast poet (pigeon)park. So there you have the 2P order Oh! I think this could be me. Or not.
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 1:22 PM UTC
Poets and Pigeons
It may surprise you to learn That I cannot return to my genesis Quite simply, I have no fail safe It may leave you wanting for a whisper But, when I open these frail, chapped lips I have no fail safe It may be that I am a savior in disguise Hidden behind briers in the garden But still, I have no fail safe It may trigger a memory from nothing To feel my fingers graze across your cheek Yet, I have no fail safe It may be a splintered crutch That I lean on as I take the last train home But, I have no fail safe It may be that your delicate kiss Is a beautiful straight-jacket But, I have no fail safe It may be that your unforgiving eyes Are a glorious pair of fetters But, I have no fail safe It may be that the combination Is within a world I no longer exist Because after all this time I still have no fail safe .
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
Fail-Safe and a Beautiful Straight-Jacket
Eyes that know no religion , morals, nor mercy Looked my way Opened the cage of the little flapping bird in my chest and let it fly away Bird keep it quite calm down Hopefully I pray Or love will rip you apart, burn you to ashes,eat your heart. I make it stay Oh bird, Her eyes are spears, they're Cold steel metal, don't bend, slow down, or waver . Oh poor bird still singing hold yourself apeice Her eyes are briers, disguised as roses, claiming peace. Peace left us for years now this land is conceived with fear but it's knights are feirce At times moans of torture at times a sweet song of lust and Tease ,your love All is fine when it doesn't reach your Ears . I was never one to surrender or lay back with ease. A rebel stubborn rebel this little bird a beauty that leers. My dear, A bird will always sing. A poem That you shall never hear.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
A Forbidden song
who let you in who let you back where've you been you used to sit around with your feet in the weeds I used to love you now you're on my hands you left me for brighter stars parties with nothing to do I'd look away I wanna be around people like you I don't think I mind if you don't you sat in the blackberries now you have briers at your throat I built my shadow up from dirt so you'd know where I'm from if I fell and kissed the ground at least I know you'd still come I like to sit and wait around for what you want and what you do I'm the thorn in your finger I wanna be with people like you you stood out on the porch you let your lungs go wild I don't eat the fruit since you left because you're the prodigal child if you wanna be replaced you can if you wanna be replaced you can if you wanna be replaced you can
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
blackberries
I can only infer you speak of my skin this beautiful brown this lovely melanin? Yes. Father’s no more, now long gone, but before he departed he worked himself to the bone straying not a day from home. As for my colour you must be blind the contorted black darkness you perceive has never been mine. Why is this hue such an affront to you? policemen, judge, jury school-teachers too? Now it is said we’re real-good actors; for we play many a part, but you pay no mind to such sentiment nor proverbial heart-to-heart. No sah! Mistake not my composure for failed advance, blink once *& I’ll lick you down given half the chance!* But then you, your ilk and your briers sown would just rise again with sated verbal abuse & agenda obtuse. Lawd O’ Mercy I want off this deadly semantic merry-go-round. Go home!! N * * * * r!!! Seething; they scream! ...there goes another coloured criminal KILLED for being created a shade of Eden's dust of the ground. Divine-rich-bloodied melanite brown. So, when you insult me I can only infer, you speak of my skin; this beautiful brown, this lovely melanin.
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Bl* *k B* * * *rd
Whiskers stir on dandelion stems While dawn departs on fragrant winds. “We see the sun, his shadow’s falling,” from the treetops, cried the waling-waling. Wink awake oh dreaming rose Brush your trestles from the briers Till the soils of your tactics And climb the trellis to all you aspire. Your roses wait another day To see how green his eyes. Ruby hues will take their queues From the orchids when they cry. Dream you’ll hear a swinging gate While working in your garden There past the fountain, you’ll catch an image Of someone lost within. You know this scented presence Though its logic reveals little Until he steps into the garden Of long awaiting petals. The orchids shout to the dandelions “time to close up, it’s after dark.” While two cool cats curl up to nap in the cradle of an open heart.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
The Gardens of Siam
Laying among the saturated soils Amidst the dry leaves and briers The wood around me sturdy Tulips urgent in growth How can everything around me be so brave When I am not. When I am but a tightened voice, a hushed mind, I lay still and do not have the courage to whittle my way through the frost. Resilient and beautiful in the decay of rock and withering thorn As these things close in about me I could only wish the transference Into my own doubt. Justification is a long-spent nightmare Wasting closely by, sinking into the earth of my skull. Catkins and the spines of gum trees hesitate in the sky With no breeze, and no self-fulfillment Never searching or wincing at another open sliver of bleeding heartwood. It's funny how the moon has always been there, perchance As it dangles now in the evening air Full and light like a swan breaching a blue lake. Almost breakable, almost surreal in strength. Things grip to life in these woods. Under my body thousands of dances for survival. And here I feel it the most A yearning that is not there, was never there, Never born into me and never settled in my marrow. Turning upward, I speak my truth. I can only be so much these wires of thorns This tumult of leaves Until I acquiesce to the night.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
Melting Winter
what is it about this landscape early angle of light bouncing from flat of glass to glass in clean and eager cuts against the visible shrouds of exhaust expired breath of automobiles darkly herded swimming in their lanes light still so separate from the dark in the long arc of a hollow sun... this dissonance the chilled shade whose eyes close to brace the rising retinal burn of an overbright disc resurrecting illusions of warmth what is it about this landscape rimed with gold that draws the wilderness in my gut to grow hooves to stamp and dig among the briers, to eddy an inward sudden too much a wayward compass, those spooked adrenaline horses... until I can answer this question I cannot write the poem.
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Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
Untitled
~ Tangled mass of briers chokes the trailhead leading into a dark forest with echoing calls; a ****** ***** wildly and their chorus fills the valley with song both frightening and exhilarating to my blood. A chill creeps through me as the mountain stream nearby has entered my body at the neck traveled every inch of my vein and artery before leaving me at the ankle and rejoining its own meandering body. Is it the distant buzz of chainsaw or simply a concert of crickets, each tiny violin poised and ready to launch that leaves me holding my breath?   /
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
Unable to Breathe
rooster-crow and the repetitive tap of a hammer like the tick of a clock in the distance woke me and I followed what was left of your voice like the tracks of an animal to the edge of the copper water. Though I knew there were Cottonmouths thick as ropes, I waded into the cool shadows and then up a hill where trees grew, preordained, laid out in perfect rows like headstones. When I had reached that place where we had left the past, and shed even our skins for love, I saw them: the blackberries surrounded by briers. Supple and sparkling as jewels. The same ones that we had subsisted on, with bleeding fingers, for one afternoon of our lives. And though I remembered all the fears we shared like sackcloth and ashes, and I knew the danger of reaching into the unknown, (it seemed like there were serpents waiting beneath every beautiful thing) blindly grasping for the sweetness that everyone longs for, and I too have always feared those things I cannot see, I put my faith in the innocence of nature. I tried to believe in the benevolence that exists if you go beyond the fear, and so I found them again: the blackberries, the fruit not forbidden to those who love, huge and succulent, and so full of grace, they were almost too heavy to bear.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Our Hour in Eden
In vision; a small girl She scurries Scratches on her face From the thickets In a yellow dress with white front Drips of blood fall from her cheek They stain her beauty Her blonde hair is free Her eyes; as pure as the sun She runs from the world She runs from the hate She runs from the war She runs from the bullies She runs  through the stabbing briers Despite the pain She saves her innocents Even if it's just for a moment She knows Evil dwells beyond the tree line
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
Beyond the Tree Line
Looking dead and empty from the outside Every window dark and overgrown A picture perfect not-so-sweet abandon Standing long forgotten and alone Beckoning to me with secret nothings And stories each of us may never tell A place that life and time have long forgotten A place of death not far from living hell Twisted vines tattoo the sides like cancer Cataracts of dust enslave the glass A jagged smile of railing slats now beckons Waiting for the worst to come to pass The steps, askew and incomplete, sustain me As do the missing pieces of my mind With every step, a creak that echoes louder Than the silence that will fill the end of time The door, now long ajar and slightly canted Much like my eyes, half open to the truth Sees through me, as I gaze into forever Caressing every shadow of my youth The surface, cracked and scarred like distant memories Much like the hide of demons yet to be Becomes as braille beneath my trailing fingers And whispers, “Come…,” as fate opens to me The corner shaves an arc on dusty floorboards Motes now rise and sway, as if entranced Every footfall landing past the threshold Conjures more to join this ghostly dance Etching upon stillness a reminder That even the forgotten tend to change Emphasizing time as an illusion Every passing moment soon estranged Traversing through each room, the memories linger Linger but a moment do I dare For in each dusty corner lies a shadow Lying not, while hungry and aware Every hallway stretches on eternal No trace of salvation upon the stairs Nothing here but promises now hollow Forcing me out into fresher air Wading through the overgrowth and briers Working my way ‘round this haggard shell The cellar door awakens now from nowhere Hinting both to heaven and to hell Standing here in waiting, not in wonder Not knowing how I know what soon will be The cellar door extends its invitation As it opens ever slowly unto me Stepping into darkness disillusioned Emptiness extends its open arms Embracing me despite the separation Beckoning me further in its charm Crying, not in fear, but in elation I stagger through my tears to my demise The death of everything I had forsaken Forgotten like the past I had disguised In the furthest corner of my conscience Crouching in the corner of the tomb The child of devastation smiles sweetly Driving every darkness from the gloom Fighting not the chains that hold him captive No longer forgotten and alone For I have come to free him from the memories And together, we will find our way back home
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Cellar Door
Looking dead and empty from the outside Every window dark and overgrown A picture perfect not-so-sweet abandon Standing long forgotten and alone Beckoning to me with secret nothings And stories each of us may never tell A place that life and time have long forgotten A place of death not far from living hell Twisted vines tattoo the sides like cancer Cataracts of dust enslave the glass A jagged smile of railing slats now beckons Waiting for the worst to come to pass The steps, askew and incomplete, sustain me As do the missing pieces of my mind With every step, a creak that echoes louder Than the silence that will fill the end of time The door, now long ajar and slightly canted Much like my eyes, half open to the truth Sees through me, as I gaze into forever Caressing every shadow of my youth The surface, cracked and scarred like distant memories Much like the hide of demons yet to be Becomes as braille beneath my trailing fingers And whispers, “Come…,” as fate opens to me The corner shaves an arc on dusty floorboards Motes now rise and sway, as if entranced Every footfall landing past the threshold Conjures more to join this ghostly dance Etching upon stillness a reminder That even the forgotten tend to change Emphasizing time as an illusion Every passing moment soon estranged Traversing through each room, the memories linger Linger but a moment do I dare For in each dusty corner lies a shadow Lying not, while hungry and aware Every hallway stretches on eternal No trace of salvation upon the stairs Nothing here but promises now hollow Forcing me out into fresher air Wading through the overgrowth and briers Working my way ‘round this haggard shell The cellar door awakens now from nowhere Hinting both to heaven and to hell Standing here in waiting, not in wonder Not knowing how I know what soon will be The cellar door extends its invitation As it opens ever slowly unto me Stepping into darkness disillusioned Emptiness extends its open arms Embracing me despite the separation Beckoning me further in its charm Crying, not in fear, but in elation I stagger through my tears to my demise The death of everything I had forsaken Forgotten like the past I had disguised In the furthest corner of my conscience Crouching in the corner of the tomb The child of devastation smiles sweetly Driving every darkness from the gloom Fighting not the chains that hold him captive No longer forgotten and alone For I have come to free him from the memories And together, we will find our way back home
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Slave of briers courts regal, purple, velvet robe Picture perfect rose
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
The Black Prince
They said passing by me that they would put out their eyes, The clouds did as they died across the battlefield, As the gauzy horses stanched the wept blood, As the thorns, gnats, and briers, wound into A dove’s nest of bayonets and knives, The clouds died in insurrection, And the night breathed freely and the stars cleared the mud.
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Battle Hymn
We. Wallow. In our degradation. Until. Our hearts become. Callus.  Within. , Love. the. evil. We have become , and hate the good. ". Bar ram you to your clan , your. Fleece be true. , sheep be true bar ram you " Buckingham. Palace. 1837. a. Young. Queen. Victoria.  Salutes. her people ". Never let them know how hard it is to bear ma'am. ' Lord Melbournes words  ringing in her  Majesty's ears. '. But. You. My. Friends are a. Royal priesthood , a chosen people , nation set apart. ". " never surrender "" Though. Friends mock , and Pitt.  May  call. ,  loneliness. Rear its ugly head . Wondering minds persist , my God is ever near , Abba. Father never let my heart tepid be . It's  2002. Ashford. Railway station one Saturday  morn How late. My train would be. '. There's more to life than work Phil '.  a. Fair. Maden said to me. How right she was  , that Sunday eve  my heart. Danced for joy , " two  lost sheep " sat. Side by side ,  and bound themselves to thee. Though I walk through the valley of death  , With thicket. And thorn on each side , And briers on either side . Light. and love will. Follow 1757 '. " Prone to wander bind thy wandering heart to thee "       I find  myself  a traveller in a stage coach  peering Over my fellow travellers. Scroll  . and  weep over what I. had once wrote. , and bemoan What I had become . If. The mountains be carried into the sea , and I. trust not in chariots , and gold , and friends who mock my God , Or  flee to more pressing. encounters take refuge in thee. I. Shall. Hate evil  and cling to the good . Don't. Be lonely , Iron shall strike Iron again , and walk through my Saviors. Open gate  full of rich pasture , And turn my eye from shallow things . It's. 1779. and the Greyhound. Sinking fast " Oh Lord have Mercy I. Cry as a sailor is tossed over board , In front of my very own eye . Save a wretch like me " With the spirit of Redmond  in 92. To Finnish his race May our fleece be true bar ram you x
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
The Good Shepheard ( and two lost sheep )
We. Wallow. In our degradation. Until. Our hearts become. Callus.  Within. , Love. the. evil. We have become , and hate the good. ". Bar ram you to your clan , your. Fleece be true. , sheep be true bar ram you " Buckingham. Palace. 1837. a. Young. Queen. Victoria.  Salutes. her people ". Never let them know how hard it is to bear ma'am. ' Lord Melbournes words  ringing in her  Majesty's ears. '. But. You. My. Friends are a. Royal priesthood , a chosen people , nation set apart. ". " never surrender "" Though. Friends mock , and Pitt.  May  call. ,  loneliness. Rear its ugly head . Wondering minds persist , my God is ever near , Abba. Father never let my heart tepid be . It's  2002. Ashford. Railway station one Saturday  morn How late. My train would be. '. There's more to life than work Phil '.  a. Fair. Maden said to me. How right she was  , that Sunday eve  my heart. Danced for joy , " two  lost sheep " sat. Side by side ,  and bound themselves to thee. Though I walk through the valley of death  , With thicket. And thorn on each side , And briers on either side . Light. and love will. Follow 1757 '. " Prone to wander bind thy wandering heart to thee "       I find  myself  a traveller in a stage coach  peering Over my fellow travellers. Scroll  . and  weep over what I. had once wrote. , and bemoan What I had become . If. The mountains be carried into the sea , and I. trust not in chariots , and gold , and friends who mock my God , Or  flee to more pressing. encounters take refuge in thee. I. Shall. Hate evil  and cling to the good . Don't. Be lonely , Iron shall strike Iron again , and walk through my Saviors. Open gate  full of rich pasture , And turn my eye from shallow things . It's. 1779. and the Greyhound. Sinking fast " Oh Lord have Mercy I. Cry as a sailor is tossed over board , In front of my very own eye . Save a wretch like me " With the spirit of Redmond  in 92. To Finnish his race May our fleece be true bar ram you x
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why do i keep questioning thorough the shadow and the hollow are we talking about the orbs? the nocturnal things in the welkin? the radiance we see in the night while we're looking up? what are all these about? no don't stare at me don't you dare narrowed your eyes at me these are pensioners after those briers and numbers; of prickly snatching shrubs upon the wanderers (belly laugh) yes the shore laps and that river banks were once grilling to burst the blue, to make me sue as the sandpiper repursue to eat the crumbs of Swiss cheese fondue
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
The Orbs, Briers and Crumbs
I like the lycianthes there, although I know they’re weeds I like their pleasant purple hues, and watercolor leaves. The Daffodils were simple things; yellow, later white, Little puffs of breeze-borne smoke, ethereal at night. The wild briers stabbed at me, as I walked out that day, And yet they were the first to bring the green into the gray I like the weeds, though others don’t, I realized it just now. And to think I only realized it under an arbor’s bough.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
Wildflowers
Fleeting flashes, crashes, of a desperate end entwined into the fibers of my mind, the essence of my blood, of my mere being. Tiles blinding, the grin of a mindless maniac upon the greedy grasp of the grim death, yanked into the oblivion of eternity. Melted crystals, flowing, bubbling, calling my name, so attractive, a sultry dessert, in a way a sweet ending to a melancholy before. Take a chance, dip a foot, gamble with fate a sea of possibilities it is not, in the end of the day, it is a pocket within it a knife. Fabric as satin to a human's touch, the feel of basking in the brightness and hotness of the scorcher, but I ask how, then, could the silky smooth, upon the call, unveil a thing so sharp, morbidly used? The graveness and grim of a place quite dimly lit the pallor of the pretty porcelain stark against the ripples of transparent silk afloat; inviting. The satiny tub awaits so patient and kind as the river's waves morbidly sharp sway me into a merry wager, hand the despair for a shiny-wrapped contraire, attractive. Perhaps shall I dare for a taste, the thrill but before, slimy tendrils curl around me limbs encircled in a ruse of freedom. How could I be a fool, enough to believe then allow myself to fall into a bush of these luscious roses, rusted, singed petals and daggers for thorns underneath the surface of a sublime promise and statuesque? And thus I drown, and drown, and drown, into a stormy ocean full of prickly briers and as time crosses into the realm of nothingness, vacuum, the truth sinks in; the emptiness spans endlessly, and I will forever float, eternally exist, nowhere else, only in the screaming white, alone.
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
Silky Briers
Fleeting flashes, crashes, of a desperate end entwined into the fibers of my mind, the essence of my blood, of my mere being. Tiles blinding, the grin of a mindless maniac upon the greedy grasp of the grim death, yanked into the oblivion of eternity. Melted crystals, flowing, bubbling, calling my name, so attractive, a sultry dessert, in a way a sweet ending to a melancholy before. Take a chance, dip a foot, gamble with fate a sea of possibilities it is not, in the end of the day, it is a pocket within it a knife. Fabric as satin to a human's touch, the feel of basking in the brightness and hotness of the scorcher, but I ask how, then, could the silky smooth, upon the call, unveil a thing so sharp, morbidly used? The graveness and grim of a place quite dimly lit the pallor of the pretty porcelain stark against the ripples of transparent silk afloat; inviting. The satiny tub awaits so patient and kind as the river's waves morbidly sharp sway me into a merry wager, hand the despair for a shiny-wrapped contraire, attractive. Perhaps shall I dare for a taste, the thrill but before, slimy tendrils curl around me limbs encircled in a ruse of freedom. How could I be a fool, enough to believe then allow myself to fall into a bush of these luscious roses, rusted, singed petals and daggers for thorns underneath the surface of a sublime promise and statuesque? And thus I drown, and drown, and drown, into a stormy ocean full of prickly briers and as time crosses into the realm of nothingness, vacuum, the truth sinks in; the emptiness spans endlessly, and I will forever float, eternally exist, nowhere else, only in the screaming white, alone.
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I am innocent, so I run Their pursuits are foolhardy I catch briers On my clothes On my flesh On my soul At last I stumble into a clearing My lungs expand like a supernova Senses disconnect one by one Losing my sight My taste My smell I collapse into oblivion The memories blur like salt and water An aching rises In my stomach In my chest In my throat Gather them around now This spectacle grows like dandelions The guillotine is being sharpened But I am still innocent And I am still running Therefore, I am still free
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Briers on the Borders
This is what I remember: The planks leaned against the wall would fall if we weren't careful Tarzan swinging on the frayed black snakes that coiled around the beams because if they could still power florescents no one ever told us. We shattered the old windows stacked in the briers to make our new home shimmer when we set the hay ablaze because if they were going to use them for the house no one ever told us. We heard dad call the pit of snakes insulation but we killed them all with shovels, couldn't risk it. Never knowing the real snakes were slipping under the front door and though big brothers might have known we were fighting the wrong war no one ever told us. Or maybe we don't remember when you said to be careful in the barn but to go ahead and play out there and not to hurry home.
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Snake Bites