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Posted: 11/28/2006 8:15:59 AM | Its been a while again but here is a new one .......... enjoy
Stand - by Rene
Debauchery at the hands of the help,
Grinning they smile as the bump you out,
This life game in which they have more,
Promised complacency, only to have not,
Now a tirade against all ensues,
Clouding the minds of all to real issues,
Insidious actions in the works,
Once allies the ignorant grow in numbers,
Power is not taken, it is given,
So powerless they will be,
For I will be belittled no more,
Torn and battered I still stand strong.
Hope to write more for the holidays its usually a good time too, but anyways later........ | |
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Posted: 12/5/2006 10:25:44 AM | Here is another one..............
Plight – by Rene
“Do you believe in love at first sight? ”
A question answered hastily and not right,
At a time I did, back when I was a kid,
Time is rough though and hardens the belief out,
So many abandoned thoughts to prove me right,
People so fake, claiming sympathy for your plight,
Seemingly solidified by the deception they represent,
You will realize sometimes things better left unsaid.
Enjoy............ be back soon.............. | |
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Posted: 12/5/2006 2:27:32 PM | Flipside
London, summer, 92,
I think I've changed a lot since then, Do you?
Ideas that I'd held for years, emotional baggage, hopes and fears,
Seen somehow in a different light, not as wrong, but not as right as they
Seemed before.
Was I different then?
Have I changed?
And will I change again?
I'm thinking of a mental free-fall, a partial total memory recall like what of
The future, what of the past, what of the present will last?
I said forget and revert to the old ways, forget this hurt.
Am I better off or in reverse, untaught by experience and therefore worse?
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I'm like a coastline, a beach and spit.
Spurn Point and the rest of it.
With the sea, the tide, the salt and foam.
I'm the blasted land, the sand, shifting, drifting out and back, then breached,
Drowned, defenses down, rebuilt from this day on.
Or maybe not, maybe my moment's gone.
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
Am I the same person I seemed to be?
Does all of this depress me?
I won't listen, I won't talk.
A weightless life, I moonwalk.
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I'm supple, brittle, pig in the middle.
There's resilience inside my face, but sometimes nothing.
But deep space.
What I feel and what I fear, Is always here my atmosphere.
Piggie in the middle,
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I mean a lot, I mean a little | |
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Posted: 12/5/2006 2:27:40 PM | Flipside
London, summer, 92,
I think I've changed a lot since then, Do you?
Ideas that I'd held for years, emotional baggage, hopes and fears,
Seen somehow in a different light, not as wrong, but not as right as they
Seemed before.
Was I different then?
Have I changed?
And will I change again?
I'm thinking of a mental free-fall, a partial total memory recall like what of
The future, what of the past, what of the present will last?
I said forget and revert to the old ways, forget this hurt.
Am I better off or in reverse, untaught by experience and therefore worse?
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I'm like a coastline, a beach and spit.
Spurn Point and the rest of it.
With the sea, the tide, the salt and foam.
I'm the blasted land, the sand, shifting, drifting out and back, then breached,
Drowned, defenses down, rebuilt from this day on.
Or maybe not, maybe my moment's gone.
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
Am I the same person I seemed to be?
Does all of this depress me?
I won't listen, I won't talk.
A weightless life, I moonwalk.
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I'm supple, brittle, pig in the middle.
There's resilience inside my face, but sometimes nothing.
But deep space.
What I feel and what I fear, Is always here my atmosphere.
Piggie in the middle,
I mean a lot, I mean a little.
I mean a lot, I mean a little | |
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Posted: 12/12/2006 8:30:44 AM | Here is a new one .......enjoy.........
Story - by Rene
How do you begin to unveil a story of this unrivaled listlessness?
A tortured soul, losing for winning, life lived in hopelessness,
The light sears as it overshadows the problems momentarily,
Again promised a carrot that in the end you can not see,
Fell once, shame on you, twice, shame on me,
Forever and always doomed to repeat history,
Leisurely wandering through this “game”, life,
Be wary of the jagged zig zagging knives,
Oppressed for no longer than I allowed,
Head dancing buoyantly on a cloud,
Distracted to all the actions going on around,
There piercing screams still heard aloud.
P.S. Thanks for the addition keep them coming people.............. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 8:22:21 AM | I wrote this one a few minutes ago........ Enjoy
Ideology – by Rene
Jealous, and envious of a spirit,
Worked hard to not be let near it,
Sacrifice and discipline unless,
Unless your boss's ego you caress,
Cater to a simple mind,
Never argue or step out of line,
Questions forgotten, best,
You'll go somewhere like the rest,
Heels dug into the dirt,
Fighting the battle of the blue shirt,
To prove you are not a judge of my worth,
And that all people are equal on earth. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2007 8:15:32 AM | A piece from Opeth I felt like sharing.... Enjoy
Hours of Wealth - Opeth
Found a way to rid myself clean of pain,
And the fever that's been haunting me,
Has gone away,
Looking through my window,
I seem to recognize,
All the people passing by,
But I am alone,
And far from home,
And nobody knows me,
Never heard me say goodbye,
Never shall I speak to anyone again,
All days are in darkness,
And I'm biding my time,
Once I am sure of my task I will rise again. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2007 11:44:36 AM | Well here is a new one ... enjoy.........
Goodbye – By Rene
A long and pleasant life,
Finally allow a soul to take flight,
A friendship formed over much time,
Now all ends with heartache and crying,
So vibrant and full of energy,
I thought you might see at least twenty,
Only millions of memories to chose between,
To remind me of all the things we had done and seen.
* In memory of my best friend of 16 years , Ex you will be missed * | |
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Posted: 4/6/2007 9:35:58 AM | Here is a new one I wrote well just now... enjoy
Another day – By Rene
Memories all pass us by,
Questions without reason, endless in time,
Lost in this unforgiving land of trial,
Off on your own, no room for denial,
Endings all beginnings untold,
Time unrelenting upon this dying soul,
Jaded and displaced even at the best,
Monarchy of nothing except duress,
The reverie is euphoric and comforting,
Lasting only throughout night until morning,
Light pierces violating the restful state,
Forcing you to get up and face another day. | |
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Posted: 4/8/2007 5:50:51 PM | Here is a new one for you......... enjoy
What's the point? - By Rene
What's the point?
If its always a glimpse,
Your dreams fruition,
Misery not releasing this company,
Undaunting vigilance,
Still useless if one sided,
Plush ideas loosely translate,
Never again a personal mandate. | |
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Posted: 5/7/2007 2:43:04 PM | I'm getting it in early for mothers day... This poem is for my completely awesome mom and all the other mothers I know... Hope you get it your way on your day, anyways enjoy...
For the mothers – by Rene
A day so deserving,
Away from tornado's swirling,
Relaxing instead of rushing,
Hopefully left blushing,
Your day sunup to sunset,
Your wishes had to have been met,
There's no way you let them forget,
Pointing and hinting, closing the net,
So as you dine on your home made meals,
Enjoy your gifts, as well as how it feels,
Lavish in it while you are blessed, as should be,
May you know you are loved and appreciated always. | |
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Posted: 5/13/2007 5:43:27 AM | Happy Mothers day all you moms, pity you get only one day of appreciation, anyways enjoy...
Reflection – by Rene
Chapters of life,
Written as we walk,
Merely words,
No thought,
Unsaid truths likely known,
Inside my head,
I dwell alone. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:13:00 AM | Lost - by Rene
A flurry of disarray,
Rebounding bouncing around today,
It was never meant to be, so they say,
This world, creator of its own misery,
All of life walks blindly,
Clearly straight, undaunted, smiling,
Pursuant to something, waiting conspiring,
Inhale, exhale, one breath closer to dying. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2007 6:07:35 AM | Untitled – by Rene
Endless pursuit to end one day at last,
After many reflections, peering through glass,
The world rushing by at the speed of light,
Unable to comprehend is it day or night,
I could be anything,
mislead and betray,
Ignorant and belittling,
Success then attainable,
Why you run from what you want?
Filling your head with thoughtless thought,
Travel back to a time,
Still lie to your mind.
Just something I wrote this morning..... enjoy...... | |
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Posted: 6/12/2007 3:58:49 PM | Bud's of Nothing – by Rene
There is love,
This I am told,
The world disagrees,
Only change will work,
Jovial, translucent at first,
Humbled without looking again,
Travel not that road,
Winding to the familiar place,
Away from a new “friend”
Your loss,
Not something I have to face.
Here you go ... enjoy... | |
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Posted: 2/3/2008 8:11:47 PM | It's been a while but I have a new addition... enjoy....
Cold – By Rene
While reveling about the plight,
Jaundice and exasperate,
Belittling each others rights and though,
Cautious to the extent of enlightenment,
Pale light eerily envelopes,
The murky haze of thought,
Umbrellas open indoors,
Only to blow the roof off,
Say unto me,
All and nothing,
For in the end,
Nothing will I remember. | |
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Posted: 2/14/2008 6:22:48 AM | One inspired by this lovely corporate sham of love... enjoy...
Untitled – by Rene
A thanksgiving of love,
Blessed from far above,
For those who are fortunate enough,
Day dream “perfect” just once,
Unbelievable, undeniably, fronts,
Holding unreal notions so close, Dunce,
Discipline the mind state,
Remember this date,
Never forget, it's never to late. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 6:42:49 AM | While reading through someone’s profile on POF I was inspired by some powerful words to comprise this piece... enjoy...
Borrowed - by Rene
There’s mistakes that all have made,
Some chances merely thrown away,
Some roads left untraveled,
Equally as many challenging omes that were...
Some signs unseen,
Hearts hurt needlessly,
Some wounds I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it seems irrelevant to change,
The past can’t be rewritten,
You get the life you’re given,
Some pages turned, some bridges burned,
Unknowingly, thats where, life’s lessons learned. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 7:26:37 AM | a little poetry one poem could never be wrong not when it comes from inside!
I also agree! | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 10:29:22 AM | A great hassidic mystic once said,
"There is nothing more whole in the world, than a broken heart" | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 11:36:11 AM | | I have found that to be true as well. My most creative moments usually come when I am standing on the edge of an abyss so to speak. I think you look at things more intensely at those times and allow different areas of the mind to be accessed. I believe the definition of "sanity" is conformity of thought in a society. To be truly creative or to meet the standard of "genius" you have to some degree think outside that box that society tries to keep it's citizens contained in. | |
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Posted: 4/28/2008 7:54:12 AM | Thank you for your additions, I do encourage people to post there works and share the art... thats what its all about, I have another piece I was wrote this morning... enjoy
Decadence of plight – by Rene
Benighted with forgotten illusions mistaken,
Dialect all to familiar,
Words never laid on solid foundations,
The same situation, faceless,
As the sultry curves of the hourglass,
Nothing but distortion peering through,
Unclear, misty and grainy,
As actions make word disappear,
Swaying to the sound of nothing,
We seldom sleep,
Dread the bolt of sunlight,
Deviously manipulating the weak. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 4:17:33 PM | Another work forced out of feelings hahaha ya anyways... enjoy...
Untitled - by Rene
If I told you I was crazy, what would you say,
Confusion and misinterpretation guiding the way,
Admittedly and honestly not sure how it is to be,
Another human being can tolerate me,
Pity the last of wanted thoughts,
Unrelenting twisted pile of knots,
Lessons of myself such elaborate plots,
My own worst enemy, even with no loss,
Delve if you will into a psyche,
One premature unfit and unready,
Infantile processing of the valiant medley,
Leaving the best behind, simply, deadly. | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 7:53:41 PM | One I wrote this evening enjoy...
Reyal - by Rene
Blood reign of fire,
Cataclysmic halt,
Hallucinogen's not quite powerful enough,
To banish the conjurations that plague you,
Why does any of it matter,
In the end,
Anything but what thought right,
Rifts shred through your life,
Melodies of songs past,
Kerosene walls aflame,
Rationalize the demon,
Your not the enemy. | |
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Posted: 6/11/2008 3:18:18 PM | Poetry is the combined elements of words and feelings expressed by the author to convey a message that is logistically written to make others think that they have some kind of internal insight regarding the subject at hand.
But what do I know, I write songs. | |
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