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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.

lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming warmth of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment before I heard you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the first second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along

Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude

False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen

ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for

Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.

Shared HappinessI like it better when you're happy.
The world feels like a safe place -
A good place to be.

Stay happy, even in the face
of great adversity
I know these last few years have been...

Well, difficult, to say the least.
But as long as your heart shines
I can hear it...

That devilish smile on your lips
the one no amount of miles
or hardships can erase

Remember, I'm always watching
With the eyes of my heart
I see you clearly

And, as long as you are happy
No matter where this life leads me
Then I am happy too.

Watercolor PainWhen you smile,
I turn colorblind.

It turns into a somersault
whenever I gain contact
with your skin,
bare back touching
bare back.

But I'm not hungry
for bedposts.

I just want to
savor each moment your arms
lock into mine,
the romanticism of
the moons in my eyes
and the skies in your words.

There's smoke
behind all those hues
of hazel and your fingers
are porcelain,
but I still love you.

bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.

HumanDear Hypocrite,

What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

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Nur ein Laecheln

by ~Sarinsky, Dec 21, 2009, 7:08:56 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Unsre Welt ist oft so kalt und roh,
meist zählt nur Macht und Gier,
mehr
und
mehr
das
allerneuste,
ja, das wollen wir.

Unsre Ellenbogen helfen uns,
bis ganz hinauf zu gelangen.
Viele
und
mehr
und
immer
weitere
nehmen wir schleißlich gefangen.

Unsre Nachbarn grüßen wir nicht mehr,
schauen sie nicht einmal an,
wenig
und
weniger
bis
zur
gänzlichen
Leere sind sie für uns dann.

Doch warum sind nur alle Leut'
die meiste Zeit so stur?
In dieser Zeit
benötigt man
ein kleines Lächeln nur!

Ein Lächeln, das Eis zum schmelzen bringt,
ein Lächeln, das uns die Seele wärmt.
Ein Lächeln, das meinen Tag beschwingt,
ein Lächeln von dem ein jeder schwärmt.

Nur ein Laechelnby ~Sarinsky

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Gestern bin ich in der Stadt einer alten Frau begenet.
Ich hab sie angelächelt, sie lächelte zurück,aus vollem Herzen.
Und ich hab gemerkt,wie sehr sie sich darüber gefreut hat.
Das tat unheimlich gut und hat meinen Tag zu etwas ganz Besonderem gemacht.

Weihnachtszeit ist Zeit zum Lächeln!

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~BeaLilian Mar 1, 2010

Voilá, ein Lächeln.
Solange es noch Menschen gibt, die an der Menschlichkeit festhalten und solange es noch Menschen gibt, die versuchen, die Welt zu ändern, genau solange wird sich die Welt auch noch ändern. Und sei es nur durch ein Lächeln, das man einer fremden Person schenkt.Das kann einem wirklich den Moment versüßen und ein bisschen vom grauen Alltag abheben.
Dein Text gefällt mir sehr gut.

~Sarinsky Mar 16, 2010

vielen dank!!!

!Fieckenrabe Dec 30, 2009

Guter Rhythmus! Es ist sehr musikalisch

Auch wenn das Lächeln eines Unbekannten würde fast immer mir egal sein, es ist gut zu wissen, dass noch jemand kann so etwas wie dies für Wahrheit halten

~Thinking-Silence Dec 23, 2009 Photographer

Hier...
Lies das mal ^^
Genialer Artikel!

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~Sarinsky Dec 27, 2009

krass... Ja, das passt auch i-wie sehr gut...
Unsere Ellbogen-gesellschaft die sich nur ums geld schert-jahh..Gott sei Dank gibt es auch noch ei paar, die vom Gegenteil überzeugt sind und wachrütteln wollen...

~Thinking-Silence Jan 2, 2010 Photographer

Finds total genial, dass der die leute so bloßstellt

~Sarinsky Jan 2, 2010

ja, schon. Manche von denen hams wohl auch verdient...

~Thinking-Silence Jan 4, 2010 Photographer

eigentlich alle.

2010 wird es (auch wenn die politiker was anderes erzählen) einen mega absturz geben..

Ich geb erstmal morgen wieder Geld für Kameraausrüstung aus, damit ich es los bin...

Die Inflation wird diesmal (dank dem euro...) noch viel krasser ausfallen, als am Black Friday...

~Thinking-Silence Dec 23, 2009 Photographer

Amen...
Diese Gesellschaft ist es auch die mich in Gedankenschluchten stürzt, wie es nun nach meinem Abi/Zivildienst weitergehen soll..

Ich bin weder an Geld noch an Anerkennung etc. interessiert, ich will nicht Mitschwimmen in einer Gesellschaft des Egoismus und der Gier.

Ich denke, die meisten Menschen wissen gar nicht, wie wertvoll andere Menschen sein können, auch wenn es nur ein Wort der Liebe ist, es ist tausend mal mehr Wert als ein Konto mit einigen Milliarden Euro...

Ironischerweise beobachte ich bei dem Finanzchef meiner Firma, dass er sein Lächeln völlig verloren hat...

Wie kann man nur sein Leben mit Geld füllen wollen? Dieser Gedanke ist einfach nur widerlich!

Ich denke du darfst in deinen Ansichten ruhig noch etwas konkreter werden, es ist schlimm genug, dass sich alle nach einem "menschlicherem" Leben sehnen und doch darüber Schweigen, das die Werte unserer Gesellschaft, wertlos sind...

Liebe Grüße und ein herzliches Lächeln

Jan

~Sarinsky Dec 23, 2009

Ich liebe es,wenn sich Leute wrklich mit meinem Geschriebenen Auseinandersetzen-das ist toll! Danke dafür!
Und schön, dass du auch einer bist,
den man mit einem Lächeln mehr überzeugen kann, als mit einem zehn Euro Schein.

Wünsche dir ganz schöne Weihnachten!

Lächelnder Gruß zurück,
Sarah

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