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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.

XXXXXEven now,
part of me
(my hands)
want to
pull out
that glass
she lodged
in her neck.

Pull it out
and drop it
into pieces,
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.

Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
(my chest)
is not afraid
of demons.

It is far less
dangerous
than girls with
haphazard knives
and other
monsters.

on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing tone
and my toes crept sadly toward you.
i heard the sounds
deep inside of your throat-
before they could come out,
before you could think them,
before you could stutter an
apology.

i was up all night and
the thought that, you,
were sleeping somewhere
naked, with your fingers
stretching and your dreams
retching up what you couldn't
admit to awake- was too much for me.
maybe if i
was next to you while you
were dreaming, your body
would admit to me that you
loved me. and you wanted to make
me cum. it had been so long.

you blinked hard, fast
your eyes shaking, dying fish.
i pulled you apart
like the ribbon

Chasing Butterflies

I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.

I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.

I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.

Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.

Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.

There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

Within A BoxIt's a prison for the minds of haunted souls
an odd prison, not large enough to contain its prisoners
and yet it encompasses every fiber of their being
in silent, silent spaces.
Haunted souls are searching for the key
there is no key, but they don't know any better
and what harm could it do? Hope is better than nothing
here's an unlocked open door for you.
Little trinkets haunt souls with their questions
and we want answers, but they won't give
anything away. Very smart,
you know the world is ending soon.
(The best of which are only
crude descriptions of the magic
they are looking for.)

On The Collapse Of Modern Society"I've never seen so many folks
putting their hopes
in packaged air,
as far as I'm concerned,
and from what I've observed
misplacing material worth while
rushing back and forth
to get nowhere."
my Grandma said,
shaking her head.

HollowHollow
Is her chest.

She feels around for emotions;
Sadness and anger is what she has mastered the best.

World moves around her
In top-speed rate,

While she stands still or get maneuvered around
Like a dense grey stone in the rapids of fate.

Erosion shapes her outsides
As a rough unapproachable being;

It builds up the pressure inside
Where she's really quite more softer than what you're seeing.

But don't expect for there to be a heart,
It's already shattered to pieces and is reformed from charred coals;

Even now and again it is crumbling apart;
Life has filled it with so many holes....

Hollow
Is her chest.

She feels no emotion,
Exce

EqualityEquality

Today my rainbow flag
Stands proud next to
The American flag.

Today my flag is counted
Equal. Represents equality
To our nation.

Today the rainbow flag
Represents the gay
Community not as a

Separate any longer
But as a whole. As
My state Minnesota
Legalizes gay marriage.

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

BalanceWe tend to see the bad in the good
But not the good in the bad
And it turns out we missed
Just how much good we had
Because life is all ups and downs
As the saying goes
But instead of striving for ups
We just go with the flow
We overlook what’s around us
And only focus within
When it should be about balance
Like a bird in the wind

Evolution of life

child, we dream
teenager, we have ideas
adult, we have a bar code encrusted in the nape

we evolve to finish in the matrix

Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom but
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
Young haters,
Young liars,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

You're not living, you're survivingDo you know the difference between people and animals?
People and animals have a key difference,
People live,
Animals survive.

Don’t do anything without thinking
Because if you do,
You’re not living,
You’re surviving.

Don’t be without love
Because if you do,
You’re not living,
You’re surviving.

Don’t waste your time,
Because if you do,
You’re not living,
You’re surviving.

Don’t regret the past,
Because if you do,
You’re not living,
You’re surviving.

This life is so precious to just survive.
Human life is done for it to be lived.
Animal life is done for it to be surv

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In memory...Gary Gygax

by ~Silverlion, Mar 4, 2008, 10:18:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Boundless adventure
brought to our door
madness or genius
but always
new places
to explore
dragons and their lairs
vast and deep,
dungeons where foul orcs
and goblins did creep.
Temples of evil
to delve, loot,
and retreat,
and
for decades
of delight
and countless
imaginations
which your
game did ignite
for all this
foundation
you fashioned
long past
and carried
on in your heart,
until the very last.
We thank you.
Fan and grognard.
The dice will
roll on,
May you game in
Heaven forever.
Amen.

In memory...Gary Gygaxby ~Silverlion

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

©2008-2013 ~Silverlion

There are few people in the world whose creations had a great impact on my life. One of those was Dungeons & Dragons, the creation in part of Gary Gygax.*
He passed away 03/04/08

*I don't forget Dave Arneson's part in D&D's creation.

*alexwarlorn Mar 7, 2008

"The king is dead, and there are no heirs."

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~Silverlion Mar 7, 2008

Indeed.
Peace...

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~ShesLikeClockwork Mar 6, 2008

that was sweet

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~Silverlion Mar 7, 2008

Thank you

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~Lathrine Mar 6, 2008

Here here.

R.I.P, Gary Gygax.

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~Silverlion Mar 6, 2008

Thanks for the fave.

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~EpidemicXero Mar 5, 2008 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Lovely tribute here.

I wish I'd gotten to know him better.... (I had no idea he was an FFCer!!) Sounds like he was (and is) really a great guy.

Once again--very nice.

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~Silverlion Mar 5, 2008

He was to many people. Thanks for the compliment.

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~dresil Mar 5, 2008

May he Roll In Peace...

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~Silverlion Mar 5, 2008

Indeed.

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