Submissions by trxtr
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2012 9:06am
13th Jun 2012 9:06am
The Over Pheonix
Fall into the fire oh valueless one
That dwells between
Good and evil
He who walks
Comes soon
The walking man
He who knows no boundaries
The walking dude
Wearing shiny boots of leather
A crown upon his head
Noting the shame
Of being the higher man
He who walks between the rows
A fire knows
To bring him onwards
Teach me to sing
That I might write songs of thy graces
Feel the fire of the sun?
When night calls
It will be done
Light a fire for the Over man
For he has come to soon
Let his...
That dwells between
Good and evil
He who walks
Comes soon
The walking man
He who knows no boundaries
The walking dude
Wearing shiny boots of leather
A crown upon his head
Noting the shame
Of being the higher man
He who walks between the rows
A fire knows
To bring him onwards
Teach me to sing
That I might write songs of thy graces
Feel the fire of the sun?
When night calls
It will be done
Light a fire for the Over man
For he has come to soon
Let his...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jun 2012 10:23am
12th Jun 2012 10:23am
Going Mad/Finding Reason
Twisting
Turning
Rising up,
I cant find the surface
When the tides are always changing
Thoughts crash like waves
My head keeps breaking the surface
The life giving oxygen escapes me
Hands pull from beneath
Dragging me towards the inky depths
To drowned among the sane ones
Moss and bits of sea weed
Crown the bored white ivory
Of safe men's skulls
I know this ship wrecks not for me
Just above I can see a glimpse of light
Through the turbulence above
Just one kick
One final lunge
To twist
To turn
To rise up...
Turning
Rising up,
I cant find the surface
When the tides are always changing
Thoughts crash like waves
My head keeps breaking the surface
The life giving oxygen escapes me
Hands pull from beneath
Dragging me towards the inky depths
To drowned among the sane ones
Moss and bits of sea weed
Crown the bored white ivory
Of safe men's skulls
I know this ship wrecks not for me
Just above I can see a glimpse of light
Through the turbulence above
Just one kick
One final lunge
To twist
To turn
To rise up...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2012 5:08pm
26th May 2012 5:08pm
The Hearts Connection
What a divine conception
To have just one hearts connection
How much better
To have two
Or three
What greed makes men lock their hearts away
When love is always free
What lies we weave
With our own hearts decption
When we seek just one connection
There is so much more
Than the slip of flesh on flesh
That brings this joy
Of hearts connection
So many hearts I long to find
To touch not just thier breasts
But thier hearts and their minds
To have just one hearts connection
How much better
To have two
Or three
What greed makes men lock their hearts away
When love is always free
What lies we weave
With our own hearts decption
When we seek just one connection
There is so much more
Than the slip of flesh on flesh
That brings this joy
Of hearts connection
So many hearts I long to find
To touch not just thier breasts
But thier hearts and their minds
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd May 2012 9:21am
22nd May 2012 9:21am
Bite The Hand That Feeds You
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Another day in my cell, but today is the last day. Slowly I have etched at the side of my cage scratching away layer after dust thin layer of the dark gray stone that makes up the walls of my cell. A thousand times or more I have scraped at the walls of my cell until blood not only leaked but flowed from my finger tips, even the bone beneath has been shaped by this process growing long and pointed until my finger tips have grown spear like. But the walls of my cell shows evidence of my efforts as well, a large cavity just to the side of the rusted iron...
Another day in my cell, but today is the last day. Slowly I have etched at the side of my cage scratching away layer after dust thin layer of the dark gray stone that makes up the walls of my cell. A thousand times or more I have scraped at the walls of my cell until blood not only leaked but flowed from my finger tips, even the bone beneath has been shaped by this process growing long and pointed until my finger tips have grown spear like. But the walls of my cell shows evidence of my efforts as well, a large cavity just to the side of the rusted iron...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd May 2012 8:38am
22nd May 2012 8:38am
The Sorcerer's Keys
Before even the beginning of time, there came nothing neither smoke nor fire but a waste land that was not. Soon thought, begat thought, and the mental plane began to take form. Eventually a gathering of thoughts, or a thought form, had a thought of which it became aware, in this manner the first soul was born. As more thoughts gathered together and became self aware more souls were born, until out of this gathering of thoughts the spiritual realm was formed and filled with souls which in essence are self aware thought forms.
Over time the energy flow created by the interactions of...
Over time the energy flow created by the interactions of...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st May 2012 6:55pm
21st May 2012 6:55pm
A Serpent In The Garden
Allow my fingertips to caress you
As my eyes would trace the lines of a portrait
My lips to linger…
On the unspoken words of your tongue
My hands long to move a crossed your flesh
Like the smooth stone of sensual sculpture.
To peel back the canvas
And expose the pigments hidden beneath,
Bright reds and soft pinks.
The Muses sigh, her subtle winks
Are more than just passing fashion.
I have built for my love a tower
Erected to honor the arts of our passion.
An obelisk that must rise
To crash against the waves of love, in action.
A...
As my eyes would trace the lines of a portrait
My lips to linger…
On the unspoken words of your tongue
My hands long to move a crossed your flesh
Like the smooth stone of sensual sculpture.
To peel back the canvas
And expose the pigments hidden beneath,
Bright reds and soft pinks.
The Muses sigh, her subtle winks
Are more than just passing fashion.
I have built for my love a tower
Erected to honor the arts of our passion.
An obelisk that must rise
To crash against the waves of love, in action.
A...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2012 8:47am
20th May 2012 8:47am
If I Could Fall In Love For Just One Night
If I could fall in love for just one night
One night of passion
That could never be marred by the passing of time
One kiss the first kiss
The first taste of lips caress
Is always the sweetest
Time leads to disappointment
Even the sweetest fruit
Can rot upon the vine
There can be no scars
No bruises
When time has no time
If I could fall in love for just one night
One moment suspended outside time
If I could fall in love with you for just one night
I would love your memory forever
One night of passion
That could never be marred by the passing of time
One kiss the first kiss
The first taste of lips caress
Is always the sweetest
Time leads to disappointment
Even the sweetest fruit
Can rot upon the vine
There can be no scars
No bruises
When time has no time
If I could fall in love for just one night
One moment suspended outside time
If I could fall in love with you for just one night
I would love your memory forever
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th May 2012 8:46am
20th May 2012 8:46am
The Devil In The Bottle
There’s a Devil in the bottle
That wants inside my skin
Every time I take a sip
The Devil tries creeping in
There’s a Devil in the bottle
That wants inside my skin
Every time I let him out
The bottle shuts me in
There’s a Devil in the bottle
That wants inside my skin
I touch the bottle to my lips
And the Devil walks right in.
That wants inside my skin
Every time I take a sip
The Devil tries creeping in
There’s a Devil in the bottle
That wants inside my skin
Every time I let him out
The bottle shuts me in
There’s a Devil in the bottle
That wants inside my skin
I touch the bottle to my lips
And the Devil walks right in.
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ANGER POEM
Published
16th May 2012 10:24am
16th May 2012 10:24am
Will Time Forgive Us Of This Madness
What shall time leave when the world hath lost its madness
Will the world shrivel as it spirals away from madness
Or will the fine bosom of eternity than rise upon its shore
Does the fire of hell resurrect you in its ashes
When time consumes all space
Will life continue in its absence
What world will they bring
Those who live amongst the ashes
Will life forsake the world
When the world forsakes time
Or will all time be forgotten
At the end of time
When acid rains down upon the earth
Do you think in time it will be forgotten
Or will it...
Will the world shrivel as it spirals away from madness
Or will the fine bosom of eternity than rise upon its shore
Does the fire of hell resurrect you in its ashes
When time consumes all space
Will life continue in its absence
What world will they bring
Those who live amongst the ashes
Will life forsake the world
When the world forsakes time
Or will all time be forgotten
At the end of time
When acid rains down upon the earth
Do you think in time it will be forgotten
Or will it...
999 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th May 2012 10:01am
16th May 2012 10:01am
An Ode To The Redwoods
What magic lies hidden in these ancient woods
These giant trees that stretch up past the sky
Who's fingers seem to touch the sun one last time
And kiss the day good by
How long have these immortal woods
Witnessed the rise and fall of night
How many times have they watched the stars revolve
Through green needled leaves
And twisted branches
These giant trees that stretch up past the sky
Who's fingers seem to touch the sun one last time
And kiss the day good by
How long have these immortal woods
Witnessed the rise and fall of night
How many times have they watched the stars revolve
Through green needled leaves
And twisted branches
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