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Never Thought You'd LoseNever thought
you'd lose your head
never thought you'd lose
The weight buckled your back
& drew you to your knees
you sat there
kneeling on the floor
in front of the world
your shame was
theirs to see

Your crystal blue oblivion
was broken in that moment
& you felt it all
oh, you felt it all
The minutes leave you blinded
& you're torn & frayed & lost
you said it was all worth it
before you paid the cost

The WanderingThe wandering,
unending,
following closely.
Christian relic worship
cult-side psychopath,
whole life condemning each other,
crawling to the end together
Laughing at the other's ignorance.
Everyone'll lose the flame in the same fashion.
No one is 'safe' from it.
(Religion & faith)
No one is immune to the end.
It'll take anyone,
it won't second guess,
no second chance.
Play your games,
it mocks you.
It laughs at your vain attempts
to fulfill empty words
Salvation, Mercy, Forgiveness,
if only you could hear that laugh,
an ancient wind.

BoundariesBoundaries are meant for bending & stretching until they do one of two things: Break or grow stronger.
So many people don't know this, they can't or won't understand this concept.
The shamans, the writers of real-no-bull-shit-poetry, their muses are ancient, so are these shaman-poets' soul beings. They've been around longer than most can fathom.
The self-destructions are all boundary pushers, the drugs, the drink, the looming on the edge of a hell much more terrible than any created by the mind of any being.
It's a power to be able feel so far into your own being as to reach the true depths of wisdom. The shaman-poets' inside is so vast

Queen of the HighwayQueen of the highway
babe of the scene
lost again to
the human machine

Slave of the highway
devil of the dawn,
tell me pretty thing
Where's your money gone?

A NoteLeft a note
in the dead end room.

What a place!
a choice between the eternal night
& the color of the dawn
where the bodies dance naked on the shores,
& the blue depths
hold what's not to be seen
by the eye that holds the sunlight,
but the holes that hold the night
they can revel in the glory,
the terror of the lightless dawn.

Candle burn, lick, & flame
curse them, damn them,
take their name.

The Roaring Twenties I was born in a small northern Alabama town in 1901; I was in the prime of my youth when the 1920's rolled around. I was twenty-four years old in 1925. I was twenty-four years old when I pulled the trigger that ended a life.
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Daisyby ~RosethePoet

Photography / Animals, Plants & Nature / Flowers, Trees & Plants

©2012-2013 ~RosethePoet

My favourite type of flower.

*vikingjon Jul 12, 2012 Professional General Artist

It's the little things that make life fun.

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~RosethePoet Jul 12, 2012 General Artist

It certainly is.

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~Emiko---Ellz Jul 12, 2012 Student General Artist

mine too

Happy birthday by the way

xx

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~RosethePoet Jul 12, 2012 General Artist

They're so happy looking.

Thanks, Ellz! Your birthday isn't too far away now either.

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~Emiko---Ellz Jul 14, 2012 Student General Artist

they are

I wish there were a giant variety of daisy.
I know, I'm celebrating it in Ireland,coming home and celebrating my friend's 18th too. We're born 2 days apart and then off to uni!

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~RosethePoet Jul 14, 2012 General Artist

Yeah, I just like the simple yellow and white ones. They make me smile.
That's going to be fantastic!

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