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Divided Against A Blackened SkyDivided against a blackened sky,
No idea where my loyalties lie;
I've been outcast by the people I knew:
I can't find anyone who will stand true.
I fought beside them for so long
I don't know where I went wrong
Now I'm left here alone
Never have I been so far from home.
Walking by myself in the dark
My soul is tearing apart.
Feeling longing for what I lack
But I know I can never go back
Even as the darkness closes in,
This is where I'm supposed to begin
I cannot live, yet I will not die
For I'm divided against a blackened Sky.

Listening to the DoomsdayI have so much to say
but nobody listens.

Do I talk too much?
Do I listen too little?

Are we just
pretending
the world is never
going to end?

Doomsday is coming.

We talk so much.
I hear you, I hear everyone.
But do I listen?

Little by little
we're losing contact

and the world is coming to its end.

Neon RainbowAfternoon, I sleep awoken,
with a mess inside my mind.
In a place i'll know forever,
I will never leave behind.

But then cobalts call me, sky.
Life in blossom, firefly.

A smile once appears in me,
In rainbow palette,
With a wondered look,
a small sihouette.

Happiness, a burst of sweetness, joy.
Dash of love, and i am just a boy.

A spectrum, imploding heart,
there's no side to back.
Just need breathe, and be alone,
retrieve the attack.

Beauty at day, shining arc.
Fades out away, It's a dream.
When it's not, during night.
Raises upon neon beam.

Now i am able to see.
Not what is, but what will be.

Dream. and never sleep,
I

ChristmasThe lights are already shining,
the gifts are under the tree,
Father Christmas arrives,
to bring me festive cheer!

Young ones and old ones play,
and the food... it's delicious!
With all my heart, I wish you
an occasion so joyous!

In the sky, the brightest star
shines especially for me.
You're also coming to celebrate.
Do you have a gift for me?

I give you my best wishes
for love, health, and a happy life,
A lot of money too!
And next year, let's celebrate one more time!

Because I Could NotBecause I Could Not

Because I could not say,
such trite retorts.
To the summer tides
Which were your eyes.

Because Madame Sosostris
Played your tarot, The
'emotionally hanged
Pyramus' (who actually
believes such tripe?)

Because Orans's prison
Set you loose, & I accepted
The tender disguise. That was the
summer tides, which were your eyes.
You said smugly (back then, 'cutely'),
"Oed' und leer das Meer"
(I thought I could delude the situation;
"you love Eliot as well?")

Facing the cruelest month, who is
Always breeding and leaving
mixed memories of lilacs, of dreary
Rain, and gray attempts to
Bring an end to such cere

With the Princess in her Glass CastleIn a snowball
out of time;
wandering the roads
of her shawl
and her hair,
paved with
wild cocoa and thyme,
I am searching
for a rescue,
not hers,
but mine.
Like the snowflake
looking for home
after its silent ball
in her stare.

Innocent ChildThe leaves did fall,
The flowers of summer did bloom,
A long time ago,
But now, a cold endless winter reigns,
The people’s hearts have turned cold,
Like the icy crystals that hang from cottages,
A poor girl was traveling through the lands,
And she knocked on a door,
Shelter was refused and she threw off her cloak,
Behold, she was the lady of light!
The icy heart was melted and she was allowed in,
Yet she could not melt all the hearts,
Spring must come and melt them,
And for spring to come the hearts must be melted,
If there was one flower a

The Old WellMy destiny calls from the depths of the well,
The sound of the water my own death knell.
Spirits pass upwards and through the stone,
Leaving behind pennies people have thrown.

The well is filled with the souls of others,
All of whom strayed from the same path.
Every fate as damned as another's,
Consumed by this ancient curse's wrath.

Mysteries surround this age-old dwelling,
I, a servant of this ancient foretelling.
My heart lies at its base,
My life removed without a trace.

If Earth Ceases to TurnWhen hell freezes and heaven burns,
When mountains tumble and Earth ceases to turn,
Where will you stand?

When the oceans rise and wind roars,
When the walls tumble and each breath is war,
What will you do?

When madness descends and chaos reigns,
When the plight of man cannot remain,
How will you leave?

When the ground rolls and splits underfoot,
The forests and cities burn, covered with soot,
Will you run?

When screams can be heard under the falling sky
And the whole world looks out from dead-man’s eyes,
Who will you be?

Die With MeDie with me in the morning haze
To make our beating hearts unite.
Die with me on the darkest days
As we bask in each other's light.
Die with me when the stars align
And all the world begins to cry.
Die with me as our souls entwine
When angels tears fall from the sky.
Die with me as time ticks away
Those resplendent twilight hours.
Die with me as the pine trees sway
In the fields of golden flowers.
Die with me as I hold you tight
So we may share our last goodnight.

Heaven Looks Like It Wants To CryTerrified by the light that is becoming corrupted on the outside
The clouds up in the sky are slowly turning angrier all the time
It makes me wish I could scream

There goes the lightning in the sky
The heavens looks like it wants to cry
There goes the lightning in the sky
The heavens looks like it wants to cry
There goes the lightning in the sky
The heavens looks like it wants to cry

There’s a reason that we want to cry
We’re living in a world that’s turning dark and gloomy all the time
Weddings and funerals report to the same home every night

There goes the lightning in the sky
The heavens looks like it wants to cry
Ther

Blue Lotus

Coming up from Aswan with his catch,
he tacks the course of his dhow
along the Nile of her dark eyes,
her long hair,
the narcotic of blue water lilies,

her lotus pose facing both
the rising, and the setting sun,

the young fisherman begs to know
as he sings upward with his might
and his desire, into the sail
that catches the crosswind--

What is your name, scented one,
in the smoke that rises
from the shores of the cataracts,
where I bring to you my bounty!

He peers into the azure above,
waiting for her answer to fill his sail,
calling out once more as his teeth gleam--
Ma huwa 'ismuki?

Haikus are Too ShortHaikus are too short,
To be at all worth clicking,
So I'll write some more.

These words are filler,
So I don't feel truly bad,
For writing briefly.

I write re Haikus
In a Haiku, how clever!
I'm showing off now.

Lucifer's fall

Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.

Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.

You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.

I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.

I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.

I can feel

SadnessSadness had always been an active resident in the places I had lived.
It swelled and breathed and scented the breeze like the dying petals of spring,
floating through open windowpanes and settling like dust on the empty shelves.
Sometimes it just appeared without visible entry like the cobwebs that roost in those corners you had thought so clean just a day ago. Or it unraveled in the morning dew and graced the cold spring skies, scattered like hundreds of wandering stars only visible in the light of a window.

It would melt into my morning tea, cooling the little tornadoes of cream and sugar that spun around my spoon and it would pass behi

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Unnatural Decay Under a Strange Church

by *thomasbisbee, Dec 23, 2012, 11:58:27 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Transgressive / Short Stories

There's a white shelled transvestite ladybug crawling across the word "Underwear" on a Craigslist browsing computer screen in the public library.

Then it flew away into a bee's nest in the attic. Here is your epitaph: nettle tincture honey is a sweat curse and friendly lies are a pained dessert. Pretend that bee sting poison is an opium syringe, ladybug.

But the scarlet letter was her bloody joke when a gay social assassin posed as rogue busy bee named Ahab, crouched about to shatter a burgundy shelled secret like a harpoon through a stained glass window.

Across the library St. Asmodeus felt a chilled dagger through his lead filled heart when passing kids threw an iced snowball through the church's window. The summer before, a night creeping praying mantis had broken in and died. Now the glass fell with wet snow and crushed the dead mantis who had stood erect with patient lifelessness until then.

Then the raw moon beams shone down to melt the unnatural metal into a wood encased pool on the wormwood LaVeyan alter which smoldered the incense of itself into low hanging blooms of toxic smoke until dust drifted into the cornered webs of dead spiders.

Deep under the cult's frosty maple floorboards an earthworm, buzzed off dirt cheap spirits, woke and floated to the crust of the earth but arrived too late for sexual nirvana like a hermaphrodite dick coming late to an evolutionary party.

Submerged below the now frozen dead worm carcass is a trilobite cemetery. When nature forgets the living those memories fade from bone into stone junkyards which are rock candy for worms.

Unnatural Decay Under a Strange Churchby *thomasbisbee

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~smokedragon Dec 26, 2012

This is amazing. *shehrozeameen is right about the imagery. I love how you put it together.

*thomasbisbee Dec 31, 2012 Writer

thank you

~DannyMechanist Dec 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

deep ... toally agree with *shehrozeameen does depict spiritual and societal degeneration all too well

*thomasbisbee Dec 31, 2012 Writer

Yes, he is usually spot on with his commentary

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~shehrozeameen Dec 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

... its about society... its about spiritual decay... its about societal collapse... its about loss of self...

Its a deep work... the insects, the altar, the snowball, the emptiness of the church... all combine into this hollowed image of loss... its anarchy within our own selves, more or less.

*thomasbisbee Dec 31, 2012 Writer

very nice summary!

~shehrozeameen Dec 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

... thank you

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go read the journal entry I put up... you won't be disappointed.

*thomasbisbee Dec 31, 2012 Writer

I'll check it out!

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