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UndoneTwo strands are entwined in your helical form, holding primordial epressions of encoded bonds.
A ladder of innate knowledge, vast and hidden, wording answers to questions unknown.
Relaying the mystery of life, a puzzle for brilliant minds.
And yet, your mysteries are not so seamless.
Your strands can be untangled. Those ancient phrases unlocked and unstrung.
That coiled perfection unraveled.
Life can come undone. Undone
by ~untangling

Stoplight at 14th and BroadwayMy streets have been empty of you for years.
I no longer search for you in every face that passes by, nor try to catch a glimpse of you in these crowds.
I've stopped looking for you around each corner I turn.
I have learned to forget you.
But I am lying.
Here I am looking over my shoulder, expecting you to be standing at this same crosswalk searching for me. Stoplight at 14th and Broadway
by ~untangling

LamentO, Fluid Mechanics! Ye be the death of me! How I have ignored you and longed to be rid of you, but it was not to be. O how severely I have been wronged!
Twice have I tried to wash my hands of you, but the professor was optimistic. "You're doing okay.  Not good, but not too bad." And so I decided to risk it.
In the end, it has me totally fucked. Helpless, I can do naught but weep. For alas, I have become firmly tucked inside a hole that's just too deep.
There is a slim chance of a passing grade as I hope for a C.  Balls, if on Lament
by ~untangling

WanderlustI would wander the earth beneath my feet deep into the land's geography, where there are paths that turn as easily as wind, and wonders and treasures to seek.
There are roads ahead, and I cannot pretend to know where I will go. It all depends on where it diverges along the trail and when. I will not decide which to take until then.
The shifting sands will bring my pleas to the stars that shine above to guide me to some forgotten spring, where the sweet water have long ago soothed the weary.
When I return from my travels, I am content to lie in b Wanderlust
by ~untangling

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EulogySleep now. The long, terrible day is done. Night has come with gracious sleep, and Sealed your eyes at last. And though these tears Like evening Fall,
I shall not linger here; For we will meet After this dying season ends, And embrace in A House That knows no pain. Eulogy
by *crowhesghost

DespairYou cannot be the Eve in my garden.
I do not desire your peddling of
apples and signifiers as the darkness is choking out the moon and this bridge leads only to Cain.
I am dreaming in symbols again, and the madness of pills is not honey enough for this desert.
This bread is not enough, fed by cloven hands, dust in my parched mouth.
Leave me alone!
Already the pounding of battle drums fill my dull(ed) spaces and all I can hear is the falling name of Adam. Despair
by ~Danteholic

Balance

It’s not the angle that matters when you lie on your feet and pretend you know how to bleed
there’s still something missing
you mark my steps
while I mark your words but we’re still
unaccounted for
I walk away and pretend you pushed me you gather other people close and pretend you don’t remember
we take odd, disconnected steps around this puzzle you still don’t know it’s shape
as always Im the only one who sees through
these deeper things are too far for you but I can take Balance
by ~Sorrows-Song

EchoesLying Awake in the darkness Of a memory Surrounded By poeple In an empty room A scream Recieved Only by blank stares From the past Alone Yet surrounded In a reckless solitude That becomes Classified Examined Documented Echoes
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~jouedevivre

Jun 8, 2008, 7:05:19 AM

are you greek? noticed pic is in Greek lang

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The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. - James Joyce, 1916

~WuselWiesel

Apr 20, 2008, 7:16:42 PM

Great poetry. Right now I am searching for some words that explain "wanderlust" to me and people who wsh to understand my thoughts. I think your lyrics can help... Thank you very much for that. I am glad so many people share this feeling with me...

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Nihil fit sine causa

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!amyperticone

Mar 1, 2008, 2:48:19 AM

Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?

Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?

It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift

but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.