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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

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.

Deconstruction

Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shook their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?

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

No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old

You laugh at me
I’m always wrong
Your great friendship
Didn’t last long

I’m your friend
But you’re not mine
My hug is cold
You’ve crossed the line

I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end

How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...

if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.

if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.

when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.

could you say goodbye to yesterday?

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

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

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

Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Tantalizingly preventing
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...

Paint the Worlddon't plant your soul deep underground,
only your fears will sprout.
let it soar in the blue sky high,
let it turn you inside-out.

seed the clouds grey and white,
and the colors will rain on down.
dip your brush in puddles wide,
or dance is your drab gown.

CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free

My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away

What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me

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.

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ConformityI’m here in my head
Existing amongst the dead
Life is being taken
Things are mistaken
It seems people run voluntarily to misery
As though pretending, the nonexistence of history
All eyes seem jaded, or intensely blind
A wonder to them how the world will unwind
Continue to watch them, try and stop them
Pull them away by the strings of their hem
Try to save them, but you’ll be the ignorant fool
Sincerely they believe you’re the devil’s tool
They cannot see how the devil masquerades
Conning to enlist them in his festering charades
To fight against the right
To fight against the light
To fight against our joy
By playing w

InfectionI'm Unfortunate,
Unlucky,
and Afflicted;
You're contagious,
and I've behaved,
Outrageous,
and rather Unjustly.
Only together a mere while,
And I'm infected,
With every word
of Affection,
that on me you've tested.
Tear me apart
and no longer leave me to suffer,
of this disease you've inflicted;
where I have no choice
But to think of you,
all day,
and in my dreams at night.
Cure me, out of your good will, my lover
for I fear I'm lovesick still.

Brain StormMy brain sloshes ‘round within my skull
The waves pounding against my temples
Endless chatter screeches like seagulls
My thoughts erupt the cortex as lava
Travelling through my body to Vena Cava
Poisoning my violent beating heart
Rattling the physical and spiritual apart
Where the dust lies one’s mind a chemical eruption
Silence goes unnoticed, in the brain full of disruption
Feelings like tornados uprooting reasoning
Destruction, anger deepening
Where there is silence surfacing the outer skin
There is insanity devising its design for turmoil within
Flaying neurons and catastrophic brain signaling
From subconscious preconditioni

ErrorsCold breath on my purple lips,
The sensation touches my ears’ tips
Echoes of dead roses in a fierce-some gloom
My sorrow follows me as though it’s in full bloom
The open air levitates my still form
The coldness shocking me like a magnetic storm
I lay lifeless, colder, stiller, than my skin an icy blue
Spread out as to catch this morning’s dew
The mist is like a comforting blanket
My head, stripped of innocence, a blank planchet
Waiting to be stamped by my failures
Rather than face my sneering errors
Can’t I stay here, to be kissed by memories?
Ladled out from the stagnant pool of the centuries
Soothing fingers stroke

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Dear Internal Self:

I know you are good
I know how you're able
I know you are beautiful
And quite capable
I know you are strong
I know that you're graceful
I know you’re perseverant
And wholly faithful
I know you're secure
A moral silhouette
I know that you will forgive
And forever forget
I know that you're smart
I know how you've been brave
I know that you’re respected
And always behave
I know you’re thankful
I know how you're friendly
I know you are flexible
And

Everything I NeedI never took the time to look around
Until I realize, in despair I’m found

I fret and worry like Peter on the sea
Until to Jesus Christ, I forever plea

Then to heaven, aye my heart is free
Now in this world, my heart no longer be

I set my gaze to greener rolling hills
And feel His Word how my lungs it fills and fills

I look up to azure skies
To think about how the angel flies

Eyes are sure to find a budding rose
How Christ’s love it grows and grows

In the morn, wetness of the dew
Hearing birds sing so lovely and I'm all new

Try to think not as much of me
Just want to love them all no matter who they be

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Take a Breather

by *roselynedwards, Nov 27, 2012, 8:44:17 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

I’m not a model nor superstar
but I’m just as special as the next rock star

I’m not the queen of wonderland
But I have a heart and I understand

I’m not a magician nor actress
but I have good tastes as an artist

One day you may find me rotted in my chair
Where I sat and wrote my little heart out there

Well I may not be an amazing athlete
But in math and science I sure got you beat

I’m not a famous singer
But I am a wild dreamer

While I may not be strong and without fear
I am at least brave enough to shed a tear

While I don’t always have perfect things to say
I can sure give good hugs away

While I don’t always act so prim and proper
I comfort myself with, I’m not fake, even though I’m improper

While I’m not rich surrounded by servants
I at least know my life has a clear purpose

And I’m not pretty or particularly elegant
But happiness is hardly ever out of my element

Although sometime I’ll have to face
There’s been times I’ve been a complete and utter disgrace

So I’m not the perfect human, but I can take a breather
Because I know, it’s not like you are either

Take a Breatherby *roselynedwards

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Written by Roselyn Edwards
Form: couplet rhymes
Status: Final Draft
Addtional notes: fear of being too cliche again..

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~ghettopriestess Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Not cliche. Just pride. Wholehearted, the good kind.

*roselynedwards Jan 30, 2013 Student Writer

Hahah Thanks!! I really appreciate you taking the time to read my works you have a kind heart

~ghettopriestess Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I identify with this one especially because I have poems like this. I don't mean to sound cliche or rude, it's merely I need to remind myself I should be proud of me.

I get it.

Thank you for the watch, by the way. I'm definitely going to read more of your poems when I get more of a chance. Maybe we could write a poem together at some point, I think our styles could meld. Granted, if you think that's a terrible idea, I completely understand.