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One True LoveYou found me deep in the darkness
Even though I didn't want to be found
You heard me weeping on my knees
Alone in the dark; no one to love

Every sign pointed to different directions
But every sign lead to a dead end
I couldn't see where I was going
But the signs made it seem as if I can take any road

Every one I asked said follow the signs
Their smiles and hunched backs pointed to only darkness
Alleys with cheap tricks and lies
Cities that had so many signs to happiness

Brothels, bars, casinos, to even nightclubs
This place started to scare me
But I became so attracted to this darkness
I wanted to stay longer; maybe something here can mak

Tears of an AngelA crystal tear drop,
Blue as sapphire,
Beautiful in the light,
Of the Moon.
This shining jewel,
Filled with pain,
Of a child's last breath.
A pure emotion,
In this shimmering object,
A gift,
Unto the soul.
Yet tainted,
By greedy thoughts.
Wanting to obtain this crystal jewel.
Turning it,
From it's iridescent Sapphire,
To the opaque Tourmaline.
It must be cleansed,
It must be pure again,
Take it to the child,
The child of Forever White.
The soul will be lost,
With no way back.
Go cleanse it,
And save,
This unfortunate soul.

NumbIm numb, there is no rage...
Im numb, no pain to cause my tears.
Tired of this rollercoaster of affection, when family hugs then stabs me..
So tired of hearing, keep the past behind you , move forward..
Only to have my past shoved in my face time and again.
I AM a good person, with a warm heart...and that heart gets hurt alot...
Im numb.. Im tired and I never want to open my eyes to lies of love again.

the way home"we are made of stars"
they wrote in my
new book

he drew one of his
nautical stars
and I can navigate

by the light of stars
such as these
we are made

Frustration"My smile is fake today, inside im shaking.My bright eyes dont shine from happiness, they hold back tears of fear and frustration.Im not out walking in the sun to feel it's warmth, Im running away from the pain where I stay.Today is not a good day"

The PainterThe road twists like a river, like a snake
Brings me past trees on the hills that roll
The brushstrokes of a master evidenced
In the absolute care and precision that
The leaves are dabbled on, pointed
Like hands, like hearts.

And the farms, fields cleared, plowed,
Planted and harvested in good time
The geometry perfect, yet natural
The chronology - dare it be said - divine
And beside, the fields not man made
But cleared by the artist Himself.

Within I see flowers - white points -
Scattered randomly, beautifully
Lit along with the grass in an expertly
Executed wash of evening sunset,
Now disclosing bending, lovely, towering
Trees, oaks, pine

CrescentYou move the waters in me
make them flow along your touch
as you draw your marks and vistas on my skin,
inscribe the doors that open inwards
and let the tides rush in

as I read your letters, my skin still tender from the flame
I hear the sound of the waves
and watch the crescent rise

I know a placeI know a place,
where everything is pure.

Where life is a dance on roses,
and no one ever gets stinged by thorns.

Because nobody can ever be sad, hurt or ill up there,
pain simply doesn’t exist at any rate.

I know a place,
where springs of water becomes eternal life.

Where everybody can taste the water,
and yet nobody can drown.

Because His holyness and love is ever present,
as it embraces everyone in happiness and fill them all.

I know a place,
where the light is good and bright.

Where everything is lit up with goodness and love,
and nobody gets sun burned or feels alone.

Because God has created a Paradise of light up there,
me

barriersadjusting the angle of the laser gun
that points at a
caleidoscopic stew so far;
essentially, aiming
at the moon.

so trickle his days.

-

an alchemist,
he devotes himself to
alloys,
forcing the torrid and the
potent to
copulate
with the torpid, milk-white and the ilk,

sparking specks of
all the colours of the universe,
and more.
striking stone against
another, they
proliferate,

but never do
cohere
into a single pattern.

a scientist,
he despairs
over the technicolour platter.

-

yeshu rides through the groomed, hushed city
picking up prostitutes and cracking peanuts,
it is a tender
night and the wind rubs its head against his ca

Praddling Tides Of JudgmentalismHow is it you feel justified to judge me
Or to condemn the way I embrace my affection
Do you think you are somehow better
While you call my morality into question
Are you such a ridiculous drama queen
That you think that you're perfect and blameless
For there is none on earth that is pure
None that remains white as snow it's your faithlessness
That brings to question who we are really meant to be
Yet you praddle on and on
With eyes that never learn a thing
Because you are set in yourself
And see none other in their suffering
Arrogance so blind it can strangle the life
Out of the spirit of nobility
Sickening greed so powerful
That no more is t

GraceA downpour of rain,
Million drops against my skin.
All of them to hide my tears
But each a symbol of my fears.

I walk forward,
Presenting my face,
Completely armored.
Hopelessly in chase.

Streams of water that never last,
Washing off from people gone past.
Dirty water,
Mixed with tears and blood.

From here I run.
Forward, towards the sun.
But nothing is there,
Not a single success.

Still, I walk forward
Still presenting my face,
Except with undaunted grace.
With not a single look backwards.

ReincarnateThe ringing of my screaming has echoed
In my ears for years

The blood that spattered down my dress
Doesn't haunt me

The pain that ripped through me
Doesn't cause me tears

But the child I was holding
I do weep for
I know not if she was real,
Yet I loved her

I sheltered her in my arms,
Just a mother
I held her as I died,
And I wonder . . .

What became of my child?
My sweet baby girl . . .
The love of my life;
The one I lived for;
The one I died for

It's been centuries since then
I tried to find some record
Of the truth that I had lived

The cellar that I died in --
Does it remain today

nothing is the limit i am 5'10 barefooted,
and the 5" heels i wear
are to make boys like
you
insecure about women like
me.

i only want the clicking
of my heels to be like a
time bomb
for you, signaling the end of
everything.

my lipstick doesn't stain,
and my nail polish doesn't
chip, and everything about
me is made to be
perfect.

so look over your shoulder
and sleep with one eye open
because on of these days,
i
will
rule
the
world.

IllusionsChaotically disillusioned
seeking solutions
for the deluded mind
Invasive obtrusions
leading to mental intrusions
sanity resigned.

WordsYour words that pierce like a knife through my skin, hurt worse than a bullet to my heart.
But you don't take the time to think them through. For the love of God won't you stop and hear the cries of a million voices, each one a victim of your ruthless game.
You tear others down to raise yourself up. Your pride gets in the way and eventually you will fall and see what your words do.
Like a needle to my skin, pinpricks to my soul. Selfish you and your stupid tricks.
Is it cool to shoot at someone with the gun that is your mouth? Does it make you feel better to rip others apart.
Look now, you terrible fool, at the physical marks left on your target. This game you play, it isn't cool, it's just sick.
But for the sake of popularity you continue to spit out words of acid burning through someone else.
I hope one day you feel the pain others feel at the cause of your words. I hope one day someone puts you in your place and makes you feel as low as others now feel.
Then maybe you'll learn to un

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World of the OutcastHis heart by way of pale moonlight
Is guided swiftly through the night
A shadowed streak
So strong and fleet
To steal his form from wary sight

His calloused mind of noble aim
Does disregard their shallow shame
Alone he stands
Before the land
Made wise and bare from mortal pain

He watches all from shadows dark
His morbid soul now steeled and stark
No pleading brine
Can bend his mind
Nor alter course where left his mark

What others see they take no heed
By way the temper of his deed
His feeble kind
They undermine
For such the way his acts mislead

Yet none could all his strife have known
Borne for the world he made his own

ReflectionsWaiting thinking at the shore
Where water waves and laps
In peace there walks the mind once more
Back through a murky past

The tranquil sounds the soul surrounds
And reverse the flows of time
Once more appears familiar ground
Once locked within the mind

Shining eyes so deep and wise
And smiles warm and bright
Voices thrum and drum and sigh
And sing their son good night

A young boy stands aside alone
While others run and play
His lonely place so cruelly shown
By difference cast away

The pain at first, so hard to bear
Now slowly ebbs and wanes
His difference now beyond his care
He leaves behind the game

In time he finds his

Wise the StreamCome now young and gentle stream
And take me far away
Let my avid ears now ring
With what you have to say

Tell me how you came to be
From the home you left behind
Speak of what you hope to see
And what you've come to find

Tell me how we are apart
Then show me we're akin
Let me look into your heart
And ponder life again

Dance your dance in step with me
As we ripple, rage, and creep
Sing a note beneath the breeze
And tempt my mind with sleep

Cleanse my mind and make it clean
Of murk from stagnance borne
Let me see depths crystalline
And feel them cold and warm

So let me sit here at your shore
And listen to you speak
May lo

The Wingless DragonLong the ancient war did keep
So strong the peaceful peace to reap
But peace disbanded
By maddened hand
From harbored wounds cut clean and deep

From forth the fabled city Marague
Where reigned the wizened elder Scaug
There hatched a youth
Of claw and tooth
Whose malice spread like deadly fog

Upon the mighty river's brink
Where stooped wise Scaug to catch a drink
The moment fit
The youth was quick
Into old memory did the monarch sink

Vaer, the youth, and old Scaug's bane
Who at the river's edge had slain
With maddened mind
And heart unkind
The master city's throne thus claimed

For several years he ruled the land
The tyrant

Spirit of the NightHe hoots his song into the night
His ghostly form an eerie sight
Yet still in dreams
I share his wings
And rise with him in silent flight

The Eye of the TigerIs there one born too of stone
That to such beauty may rise?
Is there one whose eyes have shone
The tears of light it cries?

How could any seek to meet
The beauty locked within?
How could any tempt the feat
To think themselves akin

To the lustrous tiger's eye

Would the quartz dare take the flames
That through thine depths let fly?
Would the quartz dare stake the claims
Your grace and depth to vie?

That such a stone your equal seek
Would not it be a sin?
Whose murky depths are dull and bleak
By extreme comparison

To the beautiful tiger's eye

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The Christmas Time

by ~Krypson, Dec 28, 2012, 11:29:49 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

Christmas time now comes again
A time for mirth, a time for friends
A festive joy floats on the wind
And happiness abounds

Christmas time brings gifts and fun
Brings hope and joy for everyone
With families forming up as one
And good times all around

Christmas time is warmth and joy
Is merry times for girls and boys
Both young and old enjoy new toys
And merry carols sound

But when I chance a look to see
The truth behind a Christmas Eve
A different tide has come to be
Beset on common ground

For shopping takes up family time
The price tags on all presents climb
And happiness is hard to find
When stress can make one frown

When was Christmas made a chore?
When did joy come from a store?
Does giving mean receiving more?
Can happiness be found?

A Christmas gift brought me back home
For Christmas I was not alone
And Christmas time for me has shown
That’s all I need right now

The Christmas Timeby ~Krypson

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

Perhaps not my most light-hearted holiday poem, but one that was certainly on my mind. I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of Christmas Eve -- _{actually, it was another family member who pointed it out to me} -- but there is soo much excitement and chaos and tons of last minute shopping going on on the day when families are supposed to be enjoying each other's companies and having good times. It is soo ironic that it is simply hilarious...

Anyway, sorry for the rough tone on a merry tiding. I certainly hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas and will have a fantastic New Years!

The Christmas Time © Me

~mindfreakmagic13 Dec 28, 2012 Student General Artist

I love how you pointed out the Christmas carols.

hehehe. and I am so happy that someone else has realized the very twisted traditions of Christmas that has now made it more about the presents thank being with the family and coming together as one with all of your loved ones!-

~Krypson Dec 28, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Aye, the season spirit has shifted to a lesser form than what it once stood for. Yet, perhaps someday it may return to that which we once knew it to be.

~mindfreakmagic13 Dec 28, 2012 Student General Artist

I hope it does soon.

I wish people realize soon how materialistic they have made the holidays, and hopefully they dig deeper and realize that family should be more important than the now traditional focus on the presents that are under the tree. gifts are nice but that should never be the sole reason to look forward to our holidays that we celebrate.

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