Blackbird

I wait patient, suffer in silence
She refuses to hear the cries
My hearts moans in whispers
Not enough to reach her walls
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With her I dreamt true
Of glory days in paradise
Till a blackbird came
And sat on the far tree
T’was far yet so near and,
She ran to its raucous call
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She asks for recollection
I wipe tears before they fall
Said ‘look within your self’
Why, it screams out your name
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I never knew meself
But you saw the man
The blackbird called
And you threw him oft
Ripped me to the soul
She’d have more to ask
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I love my lady beyond Eden
But she taunts its existence
Yesterday I could but dream
Tho’ you gave me the faith
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It was all magical
A little lad’s fairy tale
The blackbird toyed
Its words twisted it all
‘if have done naught
With dignity, be gone’
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She is deaf to my words
I see me dying within life
One year to build a tower
A minute to burn it down
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The rain got us close
A kiss was left to forge
This blackbird sung
And she turned around
Now without her smile
I remain without breathe
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I ask why the bird over me
She jests to make it leave
Never could see her this hurt
Could I stoop down so deep?
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Saw my world with her
Felt peace in her embrace
The blackbird flew again
Swaying her with illusions
As I fell from her grace
Rotting in the hands of fate
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I wrote this piece when I was still a youth, and I look back now and think what a fool was I. And then I look in the mirror and I see my nemesis. Where once I was a fool, open to life even if it beckoned the world around me to crumble, today I see a man whose eyes have glazed over. Feelings, emotions, a spirit that used to blaze in a reckless fire. Now I feel as if I spent a lifetime staring at a few broken words, knowing that no matter how hard I try, I'd never outgrow the chains that have bounded my hands in submission.

Thought of the Day

I wish I could write a poem for every day of my life, but then again, what might be the taste of sour grapes against the flavor of wine...

Depth of Illusions

Languid and cloudy dreams I saw
Reveling with a glory meant for me
Beautiful as not knowing tomorrow
In a virtue of courage and integrity
Pulling against this might of time
Nearing end, how far could I reach
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Holding my breath burning my skin
Ripping me to watch my world fall
Pain is in the tolerance you display
Willing feet to take a step forward
Only to be blind and lose my way
How long do I wait for the ashes
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To my days and the sleepless night
Call the parade so to hang the man
How far could that destiny escape to?
End a struggle in the Promised Land
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Romeo clasped her hand to the end
Those fingers were pale in his death
Show me to be the last man standing
Happiness wouldn’t be just a word
In the tides of those are now or not
Forever to me seems to ebb too far
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Dreaming with eyes that shall not see
The dice of fate rolling against favor
What you call eternal glory is a farce
Who is the enemy, who be the savior?
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Does this make any sense?

Intuition

Even before we rose to surreal depths
We knew the other was a simple mistake
And ever since I have forgotten
The days where heaven and hell met
As I lay my dreams in your closed eyes
Lost in the rhyme of shallow breaths
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I know when I am defeated
But what are the spoils of your conquest
The gold in the avarice of Cortez
The spitting fire of your intuitions
A simple gift of a native twisted fate
Braided by the locks of angel wings for you
Have you forgotten I am all that you seek?
For my defeat would unbind all that is true
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Our destinies entwined by the hands of god
Your devotion, my victory, a feminine ruse
But let us get rid of your entire pretense
Stolen kisses of passion that broke off refrain
Plucking words of love that are never spoken
And measure more in time’s weighted grain
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I know the look of victory
But where be the smirk to which I desire
And what of your many ambitions
Guided in reckoning of a woman’s intuition
Spearing through my stead in noble reason
Turn back before you walk away, pure in mind
To evoke the many lives we have waited
And mold the love of us so as to never sever
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In the passions of a tender ruse, bracing against the tide of fate. I dedicate this to you with all that is within me. Perhaps my words say more than what my voice beckons in haste... after all you were there, and you've known me...

Expression

Life is like a dream that ebbs with the tide, where reality is but the illusive moon that hides behind the clouds. And so only when we sleep we find to have woken and see what shape is given to our reflection in the mirror we face in the eyes of the world.

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Day after day is a battle fought, won and lost. Screaming in the face of the society only to find ourselves in tears for the time we lost. The youth and strength we were once proud of is replaced by the manacles of compromise and the promise of the never to come ‘happily ever after’. The choices we made were always wrong and the right ones were those that never seemed to have crossed our mind. So far, so good; is always the answer which is murmured in twisted words every other minute to offer solace to a bleeding heart.

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Ours is an age like none other and life is less than what we see. The only gift given to us is to make the minutes ticking away count. Who am I is not the question to the answers we seek, rather it is what can I be?

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However, each day that passes by, I watch the expressions of the dawn that lapses into the tawny dusk. Every ‘individual’ I see and come to know seem forever twisting in their worlds which they forever have strived for. There are shades of grey in all of us which invariably or rather involuntarily seeps out from time to time, but what to make of the pools in neglect and shades of misconstrued acts which we believe are the said answers to circumstances? There were those dreams which once fed the aesthetics in us. Now overshadowed in the illusive chaos of reality where the toast to life, our expression ultimate, is lost in the throes of the joining the mass.

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At times when the intellect and the thirst for control took over the better of us the conscious in the mist of looming desperation; the words that reckoned belong to manipulation and irrational pretense. Or rather the object forces of overwhelming emotions to make-believe a curious play to sustain our measure in the world.

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Far away from the monotony of life and existence, there are the days of the fresh spring air where the very earth smells of the magical effervescence that the rain casts on the soil with its heavy drops. The leaves and the grass are quenched of the thirst and the fiery summer gloom is finally extinguished. There lies the scent to a new beginning! There is the moment when magic can be achieved by the hands of man. Just a voice could be the silent spell that invokes the stormy fervor of ardor within us all creating the afterglow of a serene sanctuary. A moment where we realize we are alive and the joy of life is not really far.

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I shall beg grace from the people I drew inspiration from to write this expression of extraordinary events. What I write here did happen and there are only a few instances that differ in the time line and order of veracity. But somewhere I hope you would walk with me again on those blooming days and see the face we left on each other in our vivid memoirs.

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A simple abstract from my manuscript which I wrote many a month ago, philosophizing on certain unembellished thoughts of expression. There is a lot more of course, it leads to a few chapters I had written not long ago.

For more, follow the white rabbit:
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2656632/1/Heavens_Denied

Simply Quote: Quote of the Hour

If the world thinks that you're wrong, prove yourself right. If you don't know how, instead of crying, moaning and weeping, find your path. If you cannot find your path, ask of those close to you to help you search. Start with your parents, they'd know a thing or two. If that does not help, get a shrink. If you think that the shrink is a shmuck, try an astrologer or even a fortune teller. And if all fails, I suggest you seek religion...

Simply Quote: Reflection

This would come to be a section which will recur from time to time, these are the favorite few in my moments where I was stunned at the words which I surprisingly uttered. Mark you, all of these have been taken from real life conversations:
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#10 Its just a night of philosophical grandeur, rum and a lot of blazing words...
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#9 Tyranny, crime, revolution... nothing new to it and its all been done before...
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#8 -its like your favorite football team, or the wrong woman for you! You keep going back to them no matter how disappointed you are...
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#7 'If I ask you to give the art, poetry and the staunch thoughts to be a normal man and live with me; would you?' she said,
'If I were a normal man and half the fool than what I am, would you even have taken notice with just me looks?' asked I
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#6 I chase to where the wind frolics for I am but sure that if I reach there I would be greeted in the arms of a thousand angels.
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#5 It is not that you don't understand me, its just that I don't let you...
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#4 A perfected method for adding drama to your life is to wait until the deadline looms large upon your head...
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#3 You'd be the death of me and yet, I look on to you as does a beggar to an angel which magically appeared afore him.
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#2 When life comes to be but a wilted rose, death would be sweeter than a lover's kiss. And this goes to most. As for me, when I awake most mornings I feel wonderful to be alive. And then in half a moment I realize that today might be the last day I be alive. So I put on my sunday best, groom myself as a king, and steel my nerves to that of a prize fighter. For if death be my curious seductress and chooses me as her paramour for the day, I would most like for her to swoon.
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#1 I prefer poetry, not cheesy one-liners.

Apology

You are the calm of my days
Like a light in life, alive in every breath
Like the passion of the rain
Mellow in an unforgiving storm
You are every moments delight
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Whereas I,
I am a cold and cynical man,
Bitter in my ways struggling against odds
Always seeking that I would never find
Pretensions beyond living in lies
But beyond the mask of a happy face
Laughter and a comic gait
Much unlike the rose of your stride
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I realized, that I am but nothing
Even a stray is loyal, and I am unworthy
I brought you nothing that I promised,
And wrecked only sullen grief
You deserve a lot more, a lot better.
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Though I know I lie beyond forgiveness
I am sorry for being the biting pebbles on your path
Perhaps the single cloud against your clear horizon
Or worse, the curse that threatened to tear your life.
I hope for the day that I could but tell you
Even if I choked on my words, died
I’d never redeem me act, it’d still be a lot less
My life be yours and yours to take
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No matter how many hours that goes by
My thoughts gaze the silence in regret
Think of me the shallow fool
Walk away and look back no more
Condemn me for all I have never known
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And I shall promise you
That without your sunny demeanor
I’d be but the rose that withers
And in my last breath, I would nevertheless say
That all my happiness lies in your simple smile
Blessing me like the child in a gentle caress
No matter how time fades away; where, how or why
I'll be here, begging my forgiveness, from you
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When most look back on their time they find there is a lot to regret on and a lot smile for. When I looked back on mine, I found no regrets, no memories, no smiles. Strangely, I found a lot to apologize for. I cannot help but wonder, If I were the man I am today, would I still come to do those deeds and someday choke on my arrogance and wish I'd have apologized?

The Beast Awakens

When the rain washes away the grains
Soon the beast shall wake
To another life stabbed in our pain
Breathing the doubts we kept
See what we lost through all the years
Hiding our wishes in ourselves
We searched for red within the darkness
His venom brought forth blood
In his fangs we shall seek another future
Engrave our lives into the winds
Will we build on the hatred we all saw?
Tearing our very own for a morsel
Or will we show the world a new love?
Where all we see is pure for once
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In the darkness that this night brings
Soon the beast shall wake
Open his eyes to another frozen heart
Broken and glazed in fear
A soul within the body it belongs not
Take me to paradise, my love
And his rage shall be put to rest again
With his wings you’ll conquer
Every dream that you ever craved for
Will you bring forth destruction?
Placing terror into the heart of this land
Or will you show us salvation?
Taking us all away from the sins created
Showing us the faith you held
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And as all the tales I ever told ends
Soon the beast shall wake
Open his eyes to a mind full of lament
The will craved never there
A pure voice echoed but was unheard
I just thought of my despair
But his eyes will show a yearn to fulfill
The beast shall take him forth
To lust and create a world so beautiful
Will I bring forth hypocrisy?
Poisoning the young with fools trifle
Or will I show men humanity?
Where jade peace forever shall reign
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Simply put, the answer to the previous post. Warning: Interpretation varies to readers discretion...

Collision

Collision

Sometimes I think I’d chase to where the clouds hover by
Where all of our dreams and wishes fly towards paradise
Burdened by such inquisitive hopes is told to be nowhere
Locked behind the doors o’ my heart, the keys are stole’d
There’s so much passion to surrender, all that we can’t do
Whom do I open to; such pleasures are not for this life?
Leaving me another arrogant fool, unworthy of our savior
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Within yourself, live to for destiny of tomorrow
Where like the path of all slips: sand
Even in love is this life’s bawdy joke, a prankster
Of three words and ill-got deeds
Illusive collisions between two tides off a course
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Sometimes I dream to make a world be within us forever
In serenity, forever free where our sight is what be reality
A stairway of light to climb the day where the sun rises
But to do anything that we choice is a mere act of fate
The virtue’s we practice are the saga of this day and age
Another conquest, the mediated spice of a million games
A half written poem, an ink stained paper, a false wage
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Forget what they droned and chalked on the board
All they taught was but fools gold
The toys of faith is the key in the spark of the soul
Of betrayed hope and lost dreams
But would that not seem, what seems to be?
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I found this in the rubble of what I once called a manuscript. I can practically see myself reflecting the confusion of life, emotions and blood that boils within the exterior of social mask. It easier for most to donn that rather than flipping off the endless masses who seem to frown upon every single thought that comes to mind. Insanity borders the path where there is one lesser to you telling you what to do regarding all that matters to you...

Plastic

You, seem to get ahead as the days go by

Farther and farther in the distance

Whereas I, I am left here where I stood

In the days of our youth, I reminiscence

Even then, you were busy with the scores

And I was trying to even out our woes

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Why can’t I let it go?

Shed my skin to be born anew

Blind in deceit that only sees

Your eyes, your smile, your touch

So plastic, suffocating me…

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You, dine amongst the finest, philosophical

To the tomorrow of green and all economics

I, stick to a bottle of malt and grass, demented

At days end, I picture you undressing

Brushing another man’s scent off your skin

Tainted and stained in my thoughts and ink

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What might be to question?

Sins only add to all that is original

Obsession is another name to feeling

Your hands, your voice, your words

All plastic, choking my existence

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Bank your gold, little hamster and hope they don't seize it. Forget a healthy diet, and see if can they leech the excess. To six pack abs, stairmaster, treadmills, botox and everything plastic... how do you like me now, mate?