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Idyllic · 05-12-2010, 04:18 AM

The river flows, along tightened dreams
echoing beyond the valleys ridge,
sweat lingers upon the chipping edge,
pulling forward the shadows of time.
The wind whispers fables within a howling
nightmare, forever heard, the cries
of white water nymphs.
Swim, as gentle fantasies bubble, beneath
the greening moss, floating atop covered eyes.

This fear of loss, deeply coated in veined
clouds, images feast upon tender zeal.
Quietly reversed skin decays, softened, by a
golding climatic torment.
This mortal shiver, passion trembles into
the lifeblood, ripples murmur in the heart.
Quickly roots shall expand, to seize the
walls of reality, enclosing upon the soul.

Enjoy this bed of roses…….coup de grace.

Thorns of blood, red rivers, petals upon the waves,
mortality, fades into the earth.

Idyllic · 05-18-2010, 06:39 PM

Walking there, it’s strangely familiar, knowing the storm is near,
a showering of little reasons that bring your flight of fear.
I asked you what the day would bring, and somehow you would know,
“A troubled past is that,” you say, “so very long ago.”
I wondered, and you noticed, the meaning on my face,
of similar days that faded away and left anguish in their place.
But somehow you can change this, can make the moon less blue,
somehow it all seemed easier, when I was so in love with you.

And, there they sit, so still and solemn, quietly they will fade,
silver swans, cobs and pens, beneath a weeping shade.
I wondered while I watched them, transfixed by this swan’s lake,
I pondered all the seasons, that have left us such heartbreak.
“Feathered wings,” I whispered, “Do they bring you to heaven's door?”
“Like lonely legs,” they trumpeted, “They can bring you nothing more.”
So I sit, and I watch quietly, there is truly, nothing I can do,
watch, as you leave me, don’t worry, I expected you to.

Dying swans and weeping willows, quite the maudlin pair,
but if I search deeply for beauty, sometimes, I can, find it there.
Within that lonely canopy, I looked into their eyes,
and saw the seasons changing as they spread their wings to fly.
Another day, another swan, another story too,
and once again, my cob-web will be, another man like you.

Idyllic · 06-11-2010, 03:38 AM

Sometimes
one wishes
their gold ring were rung,
as ribbon around mistletoe,
that's thoughtfully hung, in a doorway arch
where two may walk past,
and there,
their lips,
could meet at last.

Sometimes
she wishes
hers "do"s weren't done,
so sown his spine
her fingers could run,
so she could taste
the salt on his skin,
and feel her heart ache
with passions again.

Sometimes i wish
my morals weren't sound,
so in your arms
my body would be found,
where,
i could know,
that sweet bliss of life,

sometimes i wish,
i was not,
another man's wife.

Idyllic · 06-29-2010, 06:48 AM

I think it’s really quite a shame
this stupid little selfish game,
you pray here and I’ll pray there
and who we fall prey to we just can’t share.

I think it’s damning
all its own
to say that faith
is for mankind to own
to purchase grace
with favors sold
and years of histories paid
in bloody tolls.

I feel the pain when children cry
when parents push the thorn of religion into their eyes
and force them to bend to preconceived rules
that echo torment in religious schools
of thought without the realities of dreams
and humans untold futures left unseen
causing us to be blinded by emptied faith
we look to each other with shielded eyes
we hear humankinds’ longing cries,
we are one,
we are the same
we share a heart,
blood,
bone,
we share a brain,
we love our children
we mourn our dead,
we hold hands and bow our heads
for each other,
for love,
for life,
to live,
together.

why do we allow religion to continue its’ bindings when we already know we are bound to one another anyways, ties that bind are mankind, are earthbound and only broken by fear, ignorance and violence, imho…….
I just don’t understand why humans can’t stop hating and hurting each other over something so vastly interpreted to supposedly suit the human condition of peace and love, so our books say, it befuddles me.

No building is a “god’s” work….. It is mankind who builds a structure from the earth and labels it their own, but that which is more than we, collectively, cannot be contained within walls……….
not even the walls of our own hearts can contain mankinds love, IMAGINE, I AM a dreamer too, and I truly believe one day, one day, we can be one…….. why not, anything IS possible.

05-12-2010, 04:18 AM	#1 (permalink)
Idyllic Psycho Location: My House	Mercy The river flows, along tightened dreams echoing beyond the valleys ridge, sweat lingers upon the chipping edge, pulling forward the shadows of time. The wind whispers fables within a howling nightmare, forever heard, the cries of white water nymphs. Swim, as gentle fantasies bubble, beneath the greening moss, floating atop covered eyes. This fear of loss, deeply coated in veined clouds, images feast upon tender zeal. Quietly reversed skin decays, softened, by a golding climatic torment. This mortal shiver, passion trembles into the lifeblood, ripples murmur in the heart. Quickly roots shall expand, to seize the walls of reality, enclosing upon the soul. Enjoy this bed of roses…….coup de grace. Thorns of blood, red rivers, petals upon the waves, mortality, fades into the earth. __________________ you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes.

05-18-2010, 06:39 PM	#2 (permalink)
Idyllic Psycho Location: My House	Caught Walking there, it’s strangely familiar, knowing the storm is near, a showering of little reasons that bring your flight of fear. I asked you what the day would bring, and somehow you would know, “A troubled past is that,” you say, “so very long ago.” I wondered, and you noticed, the meaning on my face, of similar days that faded away and left anguish in their place. But somehow you can change this, can make the moon less blue, somehow it all seemed easier, when I was so in love with you. And, there they sit, so still and solemn, quietly they will fade, silver swans, cobs and pens, beneath a weeping shade. I wondered while I watched them, transfixed by this swan’s lake, I pondered all the seasons, that have left us such heartbreak. “Feathered wings,” I whispered, “Do they bring you to heaven's door?” “Like lonely legs,” they trumpeted, “They can bring you nothing more.” So I sit, and I watch quietly, there is truly, nothing I can do, watch, as you leave me, don’t worry, I expected you to. Dying swans and weeping willows, quite the maudlin pair, but if I search deeply for beauty, sometimes, I can, find it there. Within that lonely canopy, I looked into their eyes, and saw the seasons changing as they spread their wings to fly. Another day, another swan, another story too, and once again, my cob-web will be, another man like you. __________________ you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes.

06-11-2010, 03:38 AM	#3 (permalink)
Idyllic Psycho Location: My House	Sometimes Sometimes one wishes their gold ring were rung, as ribbon around mistletoe, that's thoughtfully hung, in a doorway arch where two may walk past, and there, their lips, could meet at last. Sometimes she wishes hers "do"s weren't done, so sown his spine her fingers could run, so she could taste the salt on his skin, and feel her heart ache with passions again. Sometimes i wish my morals weren't sound, so in your arms my body would be found, where, i could know, that sweet bliss of life, sometimes i wish, i was not, another man's wife. __________________ you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes.

06-29-2010, 06:48 AM	#4 (permalink)
Idyllic Psycho Location: My House	live together I think it’s really quite a shame this stupid little selfish game, you pray here and I’ll pray there and who we fall prey to we just can’t share. I think it’s damning all its own to say that faith is for mankind to own to purchase grace with favors sold and years of histories paid in bloody tolls. I feel the pain when children cry when parents push the thorn of religion into their eyes and force them to bend to preconceived rules that echo torment in religious schools of thought without the realities of dreams and humans untold futures left unseen causing us to be blinded by emptied faith we look to each other with shielded eyes we hear humankinds’ longing cries, we are one, we are the same we share a heart, blood, bone, we share a brain, we love our children we mourn our dead, we hold hands and bow our heads for each other, for love, for life, to live, together. why do we allow religion to continue its’ bindings when we already know we are bound to one another anyways, ties that bind are mankind, are earthbound and only broken by fear, ignorance and violence, imho……. I just don’t understand why humans can’t stop hating and hurting each other over something so vastly interpreted to supposedly suit the human condition of peace and love, so our books say, it befuddles me. No building is a “god’s” work….. It is mankind who builds a structure from the earth and labels it their own, but that which is more than we, collectively, cannot be contained within walls………. not even the walls of our own hearts can contain mankinds love, IMAGINE, I AM a dreamer too, and I truly believe one day, one day, we can be one…….. why not, anything IS possible. __________________ you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes.