taliendo

I'm creating a new thread where I can post some ideas, poetry, shorts and what not. Hope that you'll read and enjoy, and please feel free to give me a bit of criticism -- positive, negative, constructive, asnine (whatever.)

jolly good then.

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taliendo

A great wind blows. With it comes the remembrance of a beauty so whole and juste and pure. A light shines and blinds a man for three days; faith has shown itself and is surrounded in glory. A man dies, if only to be born again into a vessel perfect and void of the flesh.

In all these I see your self. The softest words that fill my heart and over flow and the world turns still. The sparkle of eyes and I see the similitude of Understand and of Truth. Your touch. The ceasing of existence and finally a new filling of essence and of being.

And you part my side, but never can you truly leave. Your presence lingers eternally in the very forward of my mind and the whole of my heart. I wear scars to remind me that I am incomplete, that in this life you and I were made apart and made to find one another.

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taliendo

I am drowning and I throw the life-preserver from my body;
I willfully swallow water in place of air, and I smile.
I am drowning in you eyes, your smile, your very soul and I laugh.

I am dead but I live in you;
You take air and I soar upon wind that fills you,
You laugh and I am saturated with joy; happiness flows through me as living water,
You scream in ecstasy and I breath.
I am born again into new life.

I will haunt your dreams and visions, for eternally I live inside you heart and you in mine, and together, we in God.

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taliendo

A sweaty-toothed mad man they said - perhaps, but only in his inner most soul. One could see it creep occasionally into the man's eyes, and only then for a brief second in time. It was a glance that would burn an image into any's heart. With the quiteness and humility forgotten, a memory was formed and a genius given character and stories that could be told. And what of reality I ask? What of the good-natured, peaceful and thoughtful? Lost in a word -- legacy. A thing that surely cannot be formed by self, but by the collection of preceptions created by generations dark of knowledge. Inevitability -- The man dies and the myth lives on.

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ForgottenKnight

Great Work! I very much enjoyed reading these! Please keep sharing your writings, as we will continue to read and enjoy them!

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taliendo

"And maybe your chest is an empty shell
with ribs of spiraling coral
where a perfect pearl of sadness resides
but if you ever need an ear
i could just come and press it there
listen to the sound of the ocean inside"
.......

this has entirely made my week.

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J.R.V.A.

I really really like the first one. These are all good, thanks

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

taliendo

The light shows itself more clearly each day
and with every breath of air I now draw.

The shadows are lifted, my eyes can see again.
The similitude of this love dances; Light and Dark mingle.
The day is born.

I weep as I watch the night die - the stars are
corrupted into a pale blue sky.
The moon, a ghost in this phantom heaven,
sinks in the horizon of a new dawn.

And as I see this transformation of heaven and earth. I think of man.

I see you,
the endless heavens, beckoning,
and I,
this twirling ball of rock, left of no will of my own, but made to answer your call.

You have become the creator of light and of dark.
You have been allowed to dictate the blooming of my fruits
Or, the absolute of the 'dark night' of this soul.

Where as I used to gaze upon the wind, and see God, I now point my vision to you.
You are the new sun and the new moon.

The golden hour comes.

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taliendo

ruffled hair, glassy eyes,
a discarded tear, there's no surprise,
what we'd find here.

the pain we felt, the pain we left,
that night we danced, that time I wept,
its all fine dear.

a sideways smile, a glass of wine,
I touch your lips, you're touchin' mine,
and you look fine dear.

and you're the one keeps me coming back for more and more.
I just keep on thinking about the way that I adore you.
just call my name and I'll come running back to you.

Its a brand new day.

strike a match, I'll recite a play.
I know you'll love it anyways
the sun will shine dear.

the love we found, forgotten love
and I give my thanks to God above,
for our time here.

and you're the one keeps me coming back for more and more.
I just keep on thinking about the way that I adore you.
just call my name and I'll come running back to you.

Its a brand new day.

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taliendo

baby jane, how are you
deep inside your mother's womb
a crimson light bright shining,
so soft, beautiful and new
go to sleep now darling,
worry not your pretty head,
a father's love can't save you,
from a mother's decision.

baby jane, how are you,
on this dark summer's night?
are you ready to go on now,
forget my love forsake this life
I finally know what pain is,
i know what hurt can cost
a brand new life so precious
so easy made, forever lost

CHORUS:
sleep my baby
sleep a-bye baby
forever sleep. . .

baby jane, how are you
lying deep beneath an elm
i come to say i love you
and to show what i've found
our love will last always,
trouble come, what may
one day i'll see your smile
as the tears run down my face.

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taliendo

Any Day Now ( iambic trimeter)

You'll look me in the eyes
And see that I am true.
You'll know that I am here,
Sent for loving you.

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You'll see how much I care.
You'll gasp when next we touch.
You'll find out that I cry
From loving you so much.

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Perhaps a juste hello
Or a smile in the park,
But on that day I'll know
For your eyes : I'll see the spark.

- (iambic hexameter)

True love will ignite with passion and delight.
Two lovers will be joined forever on this night.

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taliendo

last night I dreamt,
I held you in my arms,
and this chaos went away.

I was mighty frightened,
but I looked into your eyes,
and the world began to fade.

I love you darling.
You're all my everything;
Don't want to go on without you.

People sayin'
we could never work
makes my world so pale and blue.

All I know is...

I love you, more than myself and more than I've ever known.
I need you, more than this breath and more than my life alone.
I know you, better than the words -- ringing inside my head (inside my head).

It's nice to dream,
better yet to live -
why can't you just let it go?

I see you're scared
and afraid of consequence,
I'll put my arms out if you fall.

I need you darling,
I want to take a turn,
lay your head down on my knee.

Can you forget
all that's come undone,
and simply fall in love with me?

I love you, more than myself and more than I've ever known.
I need you, more than my breath and more than this life alone.
I know you, better than the words ringin inside my head (inside my head.)

I love you, mmm....can you love me too?
I need you, oh, and I can see right through.
I know you, and I know that you can love me too, (won't you love me too?)

Last night I dreamt
I held you in my arms
and all this chaos went away. . .

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taliendo

knowing when to let go,
is a virtue to blessed few.
going to the end of me,
I stop and see and endless road.

some days, I stop and see
radiant sunbeams surrounding me.
the dark, the night, the cold black steel
breathing deep, I begin to feel,

lost in the world so big.
crying, fleeing, must I give in
to this, undeniable thing?
so much to lose, so much to gain.

a fire burns down below;
steam rises as the fire goes.
shattered lives, one night of sin.
when will this struggle end?

lost in the world so big.
crying, fleeing, must i give in
to this, undeniable thing?
so much to lose, so much to gain.

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taliendo

the dreamer in me wants to ask you a question but the man in me is too afraid of the answer. what if we forsaked all that they thought and said and assumed? what if we didn't gamble it all, but just grabbed the pot and ran like hell? what if we tried? what if we suceeded? what if we chose to love and forget all the shit that came before, and lived for today and tomorrow and for an eternity of tuesdays? i think that would be living, breathing poetry. that would be ballsy and trite and romantic and everything that is great and free about this world. i think that i still love you; i'm sure you already know this but let me tell you one more time. just one more time.

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taliendo

I am a knight, I am a knight, I am a knight.
Burning bright, in the doors of iniquity,
And yet, I smile as I sit here on this yule log.

A knight, a knight, a knight,
swallowed holy upon hearing your words.
Are you sure that you spoke correct?
Are you crying in my ear tonight?

Knight, knight, knight,
Soldiers staring into the blue-grey sky.
Endless morrows go unspoken,
The day is left to die.

Night, night, night,
And I say to you a farewell of pittance.
You part my side; I have already gone.


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taliendo

a few tidbits. . .

OSU is a busy campus and full of squirrels. Its crazy, the hoards of them you can see scurrying across the Oval, all with some purpose, some chattering away with their squirrel friends. Constant motion, constant intake. When does anyone stop and visit with the ducks? I guess that's all we are -- a squirrel, trying to get a nut.

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My life is haunted, my dreams plagued. No sleep makes class a little hard to manage some days, but today I have the expectation of things to come. I have the excitement of a new day and the possibilities that lie within this blank page of existence. Life and love are mine to claim, and fear has no grasp on me.

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Its amazing to me how intelligent we sound when talking to ourselves; the advice that we dispense over and over again. The true intelligence is shown when the time to take action comes. Do I listen to that wise man, or do I just shut him out?

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A day of productivity. A day of strength and self-preservation. A day of chemistry models and biology. A day of coffee and friends, of conversations and quick little quips of language. As I sit here, fighting the need to go and grab a smoke, I think to myself -- and this pen moves across the stage, reciting my lines. Encapsulated by windows and wood, I am free. I am free of the contractions that have surrounded my heart and soul for weeks. The sky is blue today - and I see the vibrancy. The breathy wind is crisp and it calms my spirit. The world is full of life and it makes my body quake with tremors of joy. "It is well with my soul." Life simply tastes good. I do not foresee what tomorrow will bring. I do not even pretend to know what may happen in the hours swiftly coming. I choose to live in this moment, and be glad here.

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I am lost and frightened. I lay on the muddied earth and shiver as the clouds wash rain over my body. I try to be cleansed, but somehow find myself only sinking into the murky, puddled floor.

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Feeling my way through the heat - and I am blinded by the sheer magnitude of the sun's brightness. And that is God. He is the bright and shining sun; a figure impossible to live without - we are unable to draw attention away from the great luminous presence in the sky - and yet a figure that we are unable to understand, as we are not physically equipped to peer directly into the sun. We are unable to define it and talk about its finite characteristics.

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In and out, out and in, and I speak not of the good old colloquial fucking. No, not that at all, but a complete palate of colors and emotions crying out in blissful copulation; only leading to the regurgitation of the truth, a falsity. And where does it end? In creation? Oh God, please! Anything but that. For who in this world is insane enough to believe themselves constructed in the way of divinity? The most simplistic act of charity are forged by sacrifice; in a materialistic society such as this there exists not a single being entitled to the shear joy of that gift. No, not even a gift, but a pleasantry; purely spawned out of the sin of knowledge. and yet our journey gets longer and further - and further from set destination. We are so far lost, I am afraid the path may refuse to be found. What then? Well - nothing. If that is gone there is no use, no great struggle to be won.

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Without compassion, what do we have? A world - so bleak, so hollow that it is unprepared to face life. Without love what is this, but a tired existence full of ubiquitous melancholy. Be abashed at the hiding of truth and beauty, for the only place these lie are within yourself, within your own heart. Pretenses can be laid aside in favor of honesty, purity, and clarity of language. Above all -- love yourself and find the truth of existence being revealed to you.

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Meandering suppositions only strengthen and mask one's confusion. Fear not the publicity of your own misgivings; it is our brothers and our lovers who, through pain and suffering, will reveal the truth of life. Without this bloody instruction, no great existence can be fulfilled.

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I'm excited to see her again.
I am excited to feel her breath against my skin.
I can't wait to touch her face to let her know I'm still here.
I can't wait to tell her I'm in love.

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taliendo

Rain
Raining
Rained

Sleep
Sleeping
Slept

Creep
Creeping
Crept

Scowl
Scowling
Scowled

Crap
Crapping
Crapped

Laugh
Laughing
Laughed

Tear
Tearing
Teared

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taliendo

What do you do when the sky falls? The answer is simple - nothing. There's absolutely nothing you can do to change it or stop it, so you may as well roll with it. Don't try to validate your response, just live it and fuck everyone who decides to oppose you. They are wrong. Why? -- Because, that was your reaction to consequence and no one can take that away from you.

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I'm not sure what to think myself these days. I feel as if I have been stranded at a crossroads while someone else makes the decision of which road I now take. Its a sorrowful, lonely place and I'm frightened at which road may beckon, the path that I may end up walking down. Will it be a road of solitude? Will it be my very own trail of tears? Could it be full of expounding joy? Perhaps one of mediocrity? I only pray that you will be merciful in making your heart decide.

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The struggle can be one of greatness and retribution. I am here searching for answers, knowing where to find them even and yet moving not, stirring not. The anticipation of the finale of this great play is one of magnitudinal forces, pulling - never pushing - into a motionless void.

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My Faithfully Dangerous, oh, how I have not forgotten you. In last nights dancing in darkness, I saw you there once again. And life was as blessed as I could ever hope. Remember - "the heart that beats is your's inside of me." Together we were made and together we shall dance in eternity. Somehow I know and have always known that it is you - my juliet. The allusions that have taken place, necessary, painful, and in retrospect - rewarding. If I must write poetry, then I must write it to you.

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Another day quite as solemn as the one before. And do I have the ability to control? Do I have the ability to communicate the ramblings of my mind? I am not for certain. Perhaps my mind is so locked, even from myself, that it will never be undone. I do not paint myself fancy or elevated or above my fellow man in any way. Quite the opposite. I am but a lowly man surviving on the wits my father gave me. I am a lowly being, never having been fully connected, wholly open to anyone that I've met. In these most recent days I have realized that even my own mother's perception of my is full of lies an stories told by my own tongue. This saddens me, makes me awake, and yet changes me not. Only your great love could instigate the change so poorly and unabashedly needed.

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Quickly cover'd, never forgotten.
My head burns with the necessity of your presence.

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Patience is a thing that does not blow in the wind. It is the steadfast rock, standing high above even the clouds of this earth. I will grasp that rock and hold on with all my life, all my strength. When I am weary from this toil I shall call upon His name to give me strength -- Perhaps He will plant me in the rock. I would become one with the giant, the mountain. I will wait for my love to conquer the temptations of this world and in the end God will have conquered. I give Him the praise and the glory for that which He has and will bestow upon me. I give Him thanks for the sacrifices that I know he will give me the strength to endure. For He has seen my love and has judged it True.

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Simply looking, I saw the world and it was in pain. Although there was nothing wrong in the world itself. The inhabitants, actions, and emotions of the land had become sour, and the world looked down upon itself.

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Wish you were here, standing with me in the same frame of mind - with the same unjaded heart. I see you wavering and I will run away. The fall is yours to take, but please know that you are not the only one who will feel the repercussions of that great leap. Why would you give to another, a stranger, a question by taking from yours? You love me - Do you jest? Is this another game, hunting the mouse endlessly, the feline would not be contented. Have you taken ill? Perhaps in this fever you have misplaced your judgment, in this delirium you have forgotten that the sun stays lengthy and high in these heavens. Your heart stirs yet. There are a thousand tomorrows laid head to toe, each one a crisp and unmessed scrap of paper. Who will write their heart upon your page?

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Straddling a specter of crazed resolution,
A glint of solemn repose in his eye,
The wind rocked the night,
Fear added fat to the blaze
And another tear slipped silently down her cheek.

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With a suddenness there is a shift in symmetry,
As the world shimmies and tilts once more.

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I wish that I had words to do you visage honor. I crave the honesty that explodes in my heart as I peek upon your sleeping face. Your eyes, two flowers closed tight against the evening stars, only to open once again when the morning light finds his way back to you. My pen finds its way across your heavy laden brow and down to the roses that are you half-smiling cheeks. Your lips stand as two soldiers, ready to leap with passion at the first sign of objection. Their bite nearly as powerful as their kiss.

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I will refuse to change, even for the better of me. I cannot change, even for the better of you. Mainly because I understand that you are the better of me; because I know that I am the better of you. Why are you afraid? because this lies in Truth, because He whispers in your ear in the late hour when everyone yet sleeps?

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I am filled with such a rage that it empties me of everything. I am void and the sky opens up and pours forth for me. The waters come hard and like a plate, but soon enough the earth opens up and drinks them too. Everything is thirsty - all must drink to live - and I refuse. I refuse this life and this dream and myself. I cannot accept these things, this fate is too blind. What unsheltered boy awaits in the pouring and in the drinking and is not wetted? He is a stranger, a face forgotten in the tumultitude of the river which is this life. I am happy not, but complacency is subtle and it sneaks its way into my head and my heart and can change your walk forever; before you know that it is either here or gone. The pain lingers, but it too is muted; distance keeps the man inside the box, unable to cause severity to either himself or the other wandering aimlessly along. Is it finished? Far from and so the journey continues. the days grow long.

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ForgottenKnight

Such wonderful arrangements of words! You are a writer, poet, and a philosopher of life! I continue to enjoy your work!

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"People say I'm strange, does that make me a stranger?"

taliendo

I cannot, I will not ruin this heart full of love with the confinement of language. There is no part of this earth that could compare with the shining brilliance that lies within my very soul. These are the gifts that you have bestowed on me, and that stay with me now, even though you have sorrowfully departed.

And upon reading this which I have just written - my heart bursts and I find my eyes well up with the memory of you. I am finished - as I was the very moment you arrived in my heart. I am yours.

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taliendo

There lives inside me a little boy
Lost and frightend, strong, unsure
And going to the day when He's finally grown
We should find a man there, but there, no man stood.

And seeing as He's troubled that the man has not come.
He tries another door called Rock-n-Roll and drugs
And looking towards the woman that he has chose to love.

Alone again, He does not find her there.
He hesitates and stops to fight His fears.
And stepping through life's transistion door.
Holding on to dreams that are no more.

He's holding on, to dreams that are no more. . .

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taliendo

I don't feel like, this is ever gonna end,
and I can't see the light of day;
I can't understand how you can call me friend
when I look you this way.

Going through life, I'm troubled;
walking in light, I stumble -
remembering the night you walked away.

Fighting back tears, I'm crying;
am I living this life, or dying?
And lying to myself each and every day (in every way.)

I don't feel like, this is ever gonna end,
and I can't see the light of day;
I can't understand how you can call me friend
when I look you this way.

All I've ever loved forsaken;
every day spent together mistaken,
and soon I'll know the reason why.

Somewhere deep inside, He tells me
close your eyes, listen closely
love is yours to lose or gain (and that's a shame.)

I don't feel like, this is ever gonna end,
and I can't see the light of day;
I can't understand how you can call me friend
when I look you this way.

And I'm going for to face another day
living my life in pain.
I walk in lines and hopefully I will find a way
to love myself just the same.

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this is a golden oldie for me, I just ran into checking over some old discs.

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taliendo

This night, somehow I feel forsaken.
This night, somehow I feel forgone.
Tomorrow the sun’s ray may take me -
For now, this night has just begun.

Star’s light shine bright upon my brow,
Trickled tears well, then down my face.
One that has never feared nor fouled
Will you please, please come in my place?

A dam by river’s waters break,
A single flaw will be your end.
When this dull life you come to take
This break of laughter will I rescind?

My face upon wilted flowers,
Merciful ground reap my body now -
This night, now and ever after,
My love, my life, my self is gone.

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I should have put this first, but then again. . .I hate this poem, but take it for what it is - I guess.

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ForgottenKnight

Why do you hate this poem? I liked it, but then perhaps that's because I have had some of those feelings recently.

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"People say I'm strange, does that make me a stranger?"

taliendo

I suppose that I hate it for the simple fact that I've had some of those feelings -- and not too long ago. Love is a sadistic, unforgiving suitor.

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vonstalhein

This night, somehow I feel forsaken.
This night, somehow I feel forgone.
Tomorrow the sun’s ray may take me -
For now, this night has just begun.

i love that opening, it has a real compelling rhythm, and it's effectively emotive.

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taliendo

Your heart woke me from a dream;
The brightness was contagious and
As I rose to those golden heart-strings
Singing an unforgettable melody
I wept, openly and unabashed
In this, my love for you.

My torn soul cries out,
As the wounded bird may cry;
I lie in agony and yet screech out
What is my last beautiful tune.

You have lifted my spirit;
You have saved my soul from
Those steamy dark pits in the
Hollows of this filthy mud.

For all this, I thank you

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taliendo

I just wanted to thank everyone who has stopped in here and given any thought to these things that you've read. I especially would like to thank those of you who have taken a moment to comment on the pieces, as always, it is valued with a seriousness.

Thanks,
~Dan

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ForgottenKnight

You're welcome! They're beautiful pieces of literature. You should be proud to call them your own. Thank you for sharing them with us!

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"People say I'm strange, does that make me a stranger?"

taliendo

shit fuck
roast a duck
sit a little
love a lot
lemme show you
what I got

grass roots
flower pots
I'll tell you now
just what I'll be;
another man
like you an me

crazy hours
superflous towers
undecided major be
stanley cowers
golden flowers
cruisin shipes, asail at sea.

. . .

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ForgottenKnight

I really like the rhythm that these ones have.

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wilbjammin

There are a few lines that really stick out to me. Overall, I just have to say that I enjoy the thoughtfulness and purposefulness in what you do.

Favorite line of all:

I want to see you write more. I like when you encapsulate a moment with the tension of self-realization and the absurdity of the largeness of all aspects of existence.

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goateebird

I really really like these. Very accessible, but extremely creative and experimental at the same time. Lines such as, "...light shines and blinds a man for three days..." are killer turns of phrase. I really enjoyed reading these, keep it up!

taliendo

I've seen so many shadows lately. And of course, there are great things that lie in the shadows.

When I was a youngster, I was a bit of a chickenshit. There were unknown forms in the darkness and I wasn't exactly sure if they were friendly or not. The night was something that lulled between the sleeping watchmen; it was my master and companion - a shadow that I was fearfully grateful for.

It was in the wee hours that I discovered life, and what living truly was. It was here that I found the gutters and the pungent aroma of rose water and sweet red wine. And it was in the rank dark that I stumbled in the elevation of the raucous, somewhere in the opposite of reality - commonly known as the stupor.

There is a settling ease to be bought, living among the ethereal forms. Many, who still entertain the vapors of fear will tell you that there is a light to be found somewhere along this benighted path. Quite the opposite actually - nothing but comfort in absence.

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taliendo

wil-

Thanks for a taking a moment with these. If you have any more feedback, feel free to PM me.

goat-

Thanks a lot man, I appreciate it.

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I really try to put forth a new and exiciting out look on life, and if sometimes it really doesn't make sense, that's ok. Hell, life itself rarely makes any sense at all.

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taliendo

Staring upon a cloud-covered night, I squeezed life from a fire that I had built. Upon the ghostly intake, I was seized by a fierce urgency to find my way - it was but a short ways away - and then I turned and emptied my stomach on the ice-covered earth. The regurgitation left that cathartic feeling of being relieved of a heavy burden, full of empty space that could be refilled later with another day's extraneous worry and strife. A few trips later, consisting of the same routine - fire, turn, vomit and then back again - I was prepared to continue this parable, to once again take part in the story.

Well, first let me light a cigarette - I always like a smoke during a good story. When this whole thing began I was stuck in a wierd phase, somewhere in between being a straight-edge, everyday teenager to becoming a starving artist, college dropout. I was pretty much wandering aimlessly through life trying to find anything that would make me happy and make me money without breaking any philosophical morals that I may have had about corrupting my "art." All of these ideas round about to a bucket of shit in this world where making money is an art form in and of itself - but heh, its taken me nearly twenty years to figure that one out. Life had taken on a diluted form where nothing really mattered; any mistakes could be chalked up to a bitter past and any decisions could be put off till some distant future. In fact, the only real things that I thought about were getting laid, getting high and making enough money to fumble my way through school. It was a good time really. But then I met someone and everything that was my life, was changed.

I don't want this to be a story about love - when I try to write about love it turns out sappy or melodramatic, at best. This is a story about the opposite of love. I've asked a million people the same question - what is the opposite of love? and about ninety percent all gave the wrong answer, hate. The opposite of love isn't hate, a man made emotion, its pain. There exists a pain so great that it could bring an entire nation to its knees - I know; I've experienced that sensation with you. If love is a healer and a comforter then pain is the very real executor of destruction and sorrow. Pain is the opposite of love because it the absence of love. But pain can be a way out too. If used properly, it can make room for ideas and notions that previously could have never even been imagined. I'm not afraid of the threat of pain any longer - I suppose that's what I have gained from all of this.

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more later? maybe.

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bacon_masta

excellent work, i wish i could poetry. keep writing and i'll keep reading

taliendo

I woke up thinking about you again today - unaware.

As soon as I rose, I made my bed mat and then headed straight for the bathroom. Akin to my morning ritual, I lit a cigarette and laid it in the ashtray – left largely to smoke itself - and began to prepare myself for the coming day. All of a sudden, and as potent as true love is, the phantoms of my previous night’s dream washed over me; with a final fatal blow, I turned and quickly vomited. When the retch released my trembling body, I peered into the newfound contents of my stomach – It was the color of yellow highlighter and left the sting of bile high in the rear of my throat. I slowly rose from the cold linoleum floor to find a vagrant soldier staring at me – trapped in the confines of a bathroom mirror. I stumbled - broken - towards the bathroom sink and tipped the faucet back to release the cool fountain of spring water miles beneath. The soldier’s gaze warily left my eyes as I bent down and drank deep from the pooling well formed in the cup of my hand. When I had taken my fill of the fresh water, I splashed the remains through the thick of my beard and up along my ever-growing forehead. Soon, I was entirely rinsed of the episode - mind and body - and I looked up to find the aging veteran sardonically replaced by a likeness of my own swampy face.

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