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PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
Especially you.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't yo
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's n
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug – the great, glorious mug – was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were
Mezzo ForteUp TempoMezzo Forte in Free Verse More Like This
Higher
Just a little more
A voice of silver
Gliding above an ethereal melody
Music
Blessed music
I wear it like a a liquid shroud
Passionate words flowing around me
Suffused with life
Endless promise
With tales deeper than the Sea
Hold on tight
It's no secret
Only joy
Making me more fully alive
My Treble untarnished
I've found my Mezzo Forte
©A. DeMario 2012
Lady of RavensSinging such a haunting melodyLady of Ravens in Free Verse More Like This
In a voice steeped in endless intrigue
Playing coy and drawing you in
Calling her Ravens to cut off your retreat
Closing in, her talons raised
Provocative smile to sup on your soul
Only a song
Melodies unheard
Just enough to tame her darkness
More than enough to bring her back
Curious
Who is this man
Sharing the Owl's knowing eyes
A stoic sentinel with feathered hair
His voice a honeyed razor
Cutting the darkness
Ensnaring her emotion
A bond is formed
Now a steadfast ally
His blade is hers
If only she will control her darkness
Accepting his light in repose
A proud adviser to his Lady of Rav
A Face in the FireFury burning hot and suffocatingA Face in the Fire in Free Verse More Like This
Anger red and raw
Resentment a toxin fatal and nauseating
Hatred a gnarled grasping claw
My rage festers withing a decaying shell
As I indifferently choose to reign it in
That same irritation that I know so well
May buy me a one stop trip into Hell
There's a face in the fire that's calling out to me
Beckoning with talons so tauntingly sweet
Trying to shape my mind into what it desires it to be
Looking forward to the day that I'd admit my defeat
Temperance pulls me into a comforting embrace
Forgiveness pulls me out of the smoke
Hope smiles with a shining face
Peace flows beside it wearing a silve
Chant of OptimismRelease the Good within usChant of Optimism in Free Verse More Like This
Break the chains that bind us
Hold all hope within the heart
Covet the faith that guides our way
Aid me in my ability to see the truth
Trust in my judgment to see me through
Fight the ignorance that others may sow
Believe in knowledge to understand injustice
Love all whom are dearest to you
Make a vow to see only the good in life
Live for tomorrow by the conclusion of today
©A. DeMario 2012
Devil WithinA cool wind floats on a heartfelt whisperDevil Within in Free Verse More Like This
The calm wind it brings will make you sigh
Finding you've grown to lonely to treasure the little things
As you're drawn into a void of darkest despair
Deep within the shadows of your heart
Your candle flickers weakly
Feebly trying to burn without warmth or life
To sacrifice contentment is the lesser of two evils
Between happiness and oblivion is where I choose to settle
Even as it tries to corrupt with filthy talons of doubt
Only a dwindling spark of optimism keeps the candle alight
That deceiving demon that has many faces
Unable to cope with my blatant refusal to surrender
The light, my
A Cracked MirrorSo coldly amusingA Cracked Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
The casual risk looming ominously
Why am I so out of touch
A thousand tiny pinpricks tormenting my psyche
To take that chance
A halfhearted leap of faith
My doubts weighing heavily upon me
Making progress so ponderously slow
The image within that polished surface
My face, my knowledge, my soul
Only the outermost layer of the armor I'd built up
A harsh carapace coated with sharp filaments of frost
I know I'm cold
A lazy defense against a passionate heat
The violent kind
What they'd see is only the clearest reflection
Out of my control
My own distorted image
A gentle visage reflected in a cracked mirror
But
Tamed by the MuseTales of the forest spoken from lips velvet softTamed by the Muse in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lightly sensuous as they curve into a smile
A lady of expression, a bridge of hardship she'd crossed
If only to stay and talk awhile
Red hair a reflection of ideas burning within
A magnetic sickness that joyfully infects
Once again allowing an alluring madness to begin
Sharing secrets of which I fiercely protect
I feel like I've been tamed by the Muse
My fear and uncertainty stealing my energy
Because of her, my inspiration is new
A force that can't be restrained by gravity
©A. DeMario 2012
Power of the VoiceProjecting beauty within a single breathPower of the Voice in Free Verse More Like This
Reveling within their rapture
Cascading notes caressing jaded souls
Amusement amid the standing applause
Even in life the joyful sound never leaves
Speaking; letting them forget the troubles in their lives
I understand the power of the voice
©A. DeMario 2012
DreamsSilently falling past shining pools of quicksilverDreams in Free Verse More Like This
A sardonic sickness infects me
Indulging pleasant delusions of potential
Memories of fevered stories, keep me company late in the night
Immersing yourself in the rains of long-term dreams
Finding that comforting place to ease a restless soul
I love it here
Without obligation or a care in the world, they have my pity
When my tired eyes flicker and open, cringing from the light
I quietly lament my personal transitory heaven
Reality sucks, but things are more valued, and ideas aren't as fragile
Greeting the day with a practiced zeal, I will accept what makes me stronger
©A. DeMa
Red WorldRed World:Red World in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The red water runs,
Turning into an ocean,
A world shall soon scream...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd February 2012
The Kraken's SeaThe Kraken's Sea:The Kraken's Sea in Free Verse More Like This
In the deepest night our ship was sailing
Quietly through the moonlit sea.
Until we saw the monstrosity rising
'By the gods, it couldn't be!'
From the watery depths we heard it shriek;
Tendrils arcing toward the sky.
Like harpoons cast toward the heavens
The time for battle was nigh.
My crew prepared the starboard cannons
As I steered my ship through the rumbling tide.
The vicious whirpool which drew us in,
Was the abyss in which the beast would hide.
Soon it began to strike at us;
Tentacles lashing like deadly whips!
Several times we were nearly broken
As it clicked and smacked its horrid lips...
'Fire!' I
Eternal Life [Remix]Eternal Life [Remix]:Eternal Life [Remix] in Free Verse More Like This
We are creatures of mortality
Born to live and die.
Yet there are those amongst us
Who resent the last goodbye.
They see it as an end to things;
The call of colder waves.
They have a fear of being trapped;
Locked away in graves.
But deep beneath the buried earth
No one hears you scream.
Pound and smash against the coffin;
End this horrid dream!
Kiss the flower of the reaper
Bear his blissful touch...
Soon you will be wisked away
Warm within his clutch!
But now you know the dreaded fear
Of why we cannot die.
We hear the reaper calling us
That we cannot lie.
In both our dreams and waking nights;
We se
Surreal RealitySurreal Reality:Surreal Reality in Free Verse More Like This
The tides that bind a fallen city,
Swirls of vision, animosity...
Lost beneath a silvered glass,
Watch and wait as hours pass.
You find yourself, now surreal,
Surrounded by clocks with a ticking squeal.
You walk to the kitchen, a hand you find,
A platter in which to place your mind.
The microwave dings, the toaster rings,
From the oven you pull, intestinal strings.
You stab with the knife, it ends in your head,
Place your mind into a toasted bread...
You walk to the car, you breathe in deep,
You look into your pocket; the bottle you keep.
You take a long swig, it's a magical drive,
Your soul falls asleep while
Hey BroHey Bro:Hey Bro in Free Verse More Like This
Hey Bro...
It's been awhile since I've come by
I guess that's my bad this time
A lot of stuff has changed recently
And I kind of wish that you could see it all
I've got a girlfriend now, she's sweet and caring
I remember when you used to joke that I'd never get one
It always used to make me so mad...
Did you know, she's got green eyes. My favourite colour
She makes great food and I really wish she could have met you
Diablo three finally came out and I know we were waiting for that one
You always used to promise that we'd play it together sometime
But I know that it's impossible with the way things are...
I thought a lot
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivance
There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:There are Things Beneath the Garden in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
~
There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
~
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
~
I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.
I love this little g
He Tripped Out The Front DoorWrite a happy storyHe Tripped Out The Front Door in Free Verse More Like This
for once. She tells me.
Okay,
he tripped out the
front door of his
broken home
for the last time.
That isn't happy,
it's cathartic
at best.
But it certainly
isn't sad.
So what could it
be?
There was red on the trees
in early winter,
and you could hear laughter
if you thought it was there.
Now what
happens next.
She tells me.
I could taste it
in my throat.
Butterfly/RavenSo we are sitting on one of thoseButterfly/Raven in Free Verse More Like This
uncomfortably tight bus stop benches
and we've just met,
but she's rather pretty
with her artificially dark hair
and naturally dark eyes.
I tell her a story about my past
and a joke about drugs
and she's laughing-
she says: you sound like you want
a girlfriend,
my boyfriend says he would never
leave me;
wouldn't you want a girlfriend
like me?
And I say no, I would rather
have a butterfly's proboscus
that I could unravel and slide down your throat
in order to better taste your nectar.
The little bench is suddenly too uncomfortable
for her and my laughing
probably doesn't help either.
A Full LifeA man, who hasA Full Life in Free Verse More Like This
never tried to harm
another man,
lies awake
and wonders.
Looking WestShe's laying on my bed, hair splayed outLooking West in Free Verse More Like This
like an oiled bird on the coast
looking out my window-
looking west.
Towards the woods where
I snaked through the dark;
I started a few
unrepentant fires.
Placed a rusted folding chair
against a stump
and celebrated life.
Before the water
soaked into the ground
and I had given in
to order.
A scared place
covered in moss,
where the shadows
stay in place,
and her arches
mean nothing.
ZenRememberZen in Free Verse More Like This
your first smell of perfume.
The blood and vernix wreathed
on the newborn,
and all of those who stare.
The quiet
nighttime war.
The arrow leaves
the bow,
thrown into harm.
Medicine was discovered
by accident;
and maybe faith.
Young love is a jealous god.
It is meant
to make you gentle.
She sounds like meditation
and this is all I'll give her.
We are not
passing through.
The moth knows you are here
and enlightenment
is a silly question.
Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled withFinal Dream of a Filly Ch. 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4The world felt like it had exploded around her. Suddenly, needles of ice punctured her lungs. The metallic taste of blood tinged her lips and for some reason she was burning alive. In the distance she could hear sirens wailing and terse, anxious voices barking out orders and choppy directions. None of them made any sense and she was being eaten from the inside out with fear. Scootaloo struggled to even remember what had happened that had led to this, but her thoughts were sluggish and she couldn't seem to collect them.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only once the world came to a shuddering halt did she realize that she was in an ambulance. Before she could invest in the t
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 1The moon was chillingly beautiful. The young filly watched it silently; a rare moment of reverence for her normally exuberant personality. A chill ran through her tiny frame and she pulled the thin material closer around her fledgling wings, trying to trap her frail body heat beneath the scarlet cape and emblem. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as her lavender eyes caught sight of the insignia. The symbol glittered in the moonlight, tendrils of frost having begun to collect on the surface of the cape. Winter was coming - and soon.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her eyes fell away from the frost as she dismissed it. So what if it was cold? The filly nestled closer
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2Scootaloo stared down at herself silently. Regret flooded her as thoroughly as the tears that slid down her face. "There was so much I was gonna do…I never found my special talent in life and earned my cutie mark…I never thought it would end like this. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and I were all going to do it together. This is a nightmare…" The thought quieted her. This was a nightmare and that was all that it could be. She rounded on the mare, eyes narrowed. "This is messed up, ya know that?! What gives you the right?! Why?!"Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been countless centuries of the same question. The mare closed her eyes and thought for a momen
I Have ChangedI Have Changed in Free Verse More Like This
My tears, they won't dry for awhile
My blood, it will flow for some time
My fears, they keep me alive
But in the end
This is the real me
Not the portrait you once knew
I have changed, and so have you
Open The GatesOpen the gateOpen The Gates in Free Verse More Like This
But enter at risk
If you lose
Then you won't be able to quit
Do not stray
You will get lost
If you do
Then you won't find the way
Open the gate
But enter at risk
I got lost
And now I wish I could quit
Don't Cry, I'm Still AliveDon't Cry, I'm Still Alive in Free Verse More Like This
Don't cry, I'm still alive
My body just died, I'm still alive
My spirit has moved on, to the skies
My body died, but I'm still alive
Tell dad, he was the best he could be
Tell mom, that I loved her more than I could see
Tell my siblings, that I will miss their laughs
Don't cry, I'm still alive
I just needed, one more cut
But that was more, than enough
I cut to deep in my wrist, now my body is drained
Please, Don't cry, I'm still alive
What I did, I left them behind
Now I'm with god, and his angels alike
But when I look down, I regret
I see all the pain, I have spread
Don't cry, I'm still alive
Don't cry, my funeral is just a
Have You Ever FeltHave You Ever Felt in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do
Magnus, between Creation and AetheriusMagnus, between Creation and Aetherius in Free Verse More Like This
Praised be Magnus, the One, the Architect, the Sun of Nirn, the Gate between Creation and Aetherius.
Magicka flows through Magnus, who is Its Creator and Master. In Nirn, the coexistence of Change and Stasis produces the perfect foundation to Magicka and Time.
With Time we obtain Change, and with Magicka, we can See Change and Change the Nothing. The Creation from Nothing, and from Nothing, the Change.
From the Heart of Change, deep in the Void, the Nothing becomes Something, and then, Time begins. But Time does not Read the Stasis, but is used to See the Change, and with Change, comes Nirn.
The Dawn's Beauty, Part of Creation, Change in
Chant - Blessings - of MagnusChant - Blessings - of Magnus in Free Verse More Like This
Chant Of Magnus
By The Name Of Magnus,
May Magicka Remains Under Your Will.
By The Virtue Of Galerion,
May Your Knowledge Always Be Real.
By The Wisdom Of Syrabane,
May You Learn Sempiternal.
By The Might Of Shalidor,
May Your Insights Be Eternal.
M.M.R.
PSJJJJPSJJJJ in Free Verse More Like This
Is Padomay a deity who wants blood and sacrifices (Sithis), or it represents the Everlasting Change, full of mysteries and uncertain stories? Which one of the possible realities are the Truest? Perhaps the answer can be obtained from the PSJJJJ.
With the Elder Way, the vision of Mundus becomes something deeper and comprehensible, without just a meaning, but with all the possible meanings. The Word is made True, and with True, the Impossible is made Possible.
The Meaning of the Eye, coming with the Dragon and in a Time without The Crown: All was made possible because it was seen a long time ago, and in all possible ways:
The Red Flame Jewel
Sta.sh
