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I aint made of paintI aint made of paint.

I'm made of concrete.

Your the one who kicked me off my feet.

Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.

How bout
for once, you be the brush

How bout
for once, you shut up and hush.

You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.

Into fine grain, into fine dust.

Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!

I aint made of paint

I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.

We are no art scholars.

But,
listen good.
Listen close.

Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.

I refuse, to paint a picture for you.

Deconstruction

Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shook their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown

To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?

Shut inDon’t mock me, or block me
from taking my stance;
A pity, the city
is caught in a trance.

If only the lonely--
the rich and the poor,
Admit it, we did it!
By shutting our door.

I’d doubt it, without it,
We’d crumble in ruin;
Still, steady, already
forgot what we’re doin’,

We chide the society
for shutting us in--
When really, the “silly”
was us to begin.

No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old

You laugh at me
I’m always wrong
Your great friendship
Didn’t last long

I’m your friend
But you’re not mine
My hug is cold
You’ve crossed the line

I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end

How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...

if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.

if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.

when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.

could you say goodbye to yesterday?

this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust

so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies

that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?

so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly

and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown

not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game

and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'

but i got to ask

Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Tantalizingly preventing
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...

Paint the Worlddon't plant your soul deep underground,
only your fears will sprout.
let it soar in the blue sky high,
let it turn you inside-out.

seed the clouds grey and white,
and the colors will rain on down.
dip your brush in puddles wide,
or dance is your drab gown.

CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free

My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away

What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me

Chasing hidden light

Water rolls off of pristine petals
Far beyond the beauty of moist metals

The organic life fighting for the outside
Wanting a life the cage seems to hide

Customary blooms of a sacred nature
Alloy of a colder nomenclature

But beauty always finds a way
No matter the sunlight given through the day

To brake the bonds of a confined space
A battle so many in life have faced

Yet like a broke heart that only wants to decay
The side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.

Awake in my ExistenceLive through others in your proxy
You challenge existence without noises
The only thing you cannot fathom
Is the wakening of your boredom

Awake a life full of illusions
Crave for another lost sweet union
On a realm of cruel destruction
You whisper words of guilt and nonreaction

The frame of death float on your life
Not another hope for the lost souls
Desire, joy in your cortex will subscribe
Stand up choices who belong mentally yours.

InsaneA ring to drive me less insane
Then my essence now so profane
To hide from sight
The noxious blight
Of darkness deep inside my brain.

what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirring
Inside of me
I struggle from it
But I cant break free
Horrors are abundantly
I lose all I ever held dear
Fading from this world that grows
As my mind wanders with shadows
Peace is something foreign to me
A life of hardships is what I lead
I never seem to be enough
Who thought love would be so tough

Broken mirrors and picture frames
Somehow it is all I blame
I know that something more is left
Other than a quiet death
A surrender, A return to sender
I've been on a bender
And I cant seem to stop these tears
From ringing every fear I have
Bringing it to light and then
Making them my only friend
Braking what little I love

The RemembranceDon’t look back in your past
When you believe the hope is lost;
Your reality is fiction for your brother,
Some things are always destined for the others

The anxiety will hold you in the mist
The loss of words, to reach the summer’s feast,
In hopeful rush you cross the mounds of skulls
To pierce the future who’s waiting for your call

Action and movement seen through dirty lenses
Broken thoughts expecting in defensive,
An inside sorrow to banish it from sight
Unfolded by black magic deeper in the night

Revisit all the moments seen in your strangest life
Recall the memories in which you try to dive,
Do not believe the hope f

The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?

Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?

If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.

But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.

Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se

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MonsterSacred hands lay lifeless upon the floor
The one who hunts still lusts for more
It will move swiftly, hunting in pain.
Bringing death to a world so that is so profane

They scream, and the run, they beg and they cry
But to be hunted by such a thing means one must die.
It is not a lust to feed, nor is it a lust to kill
This beast has never hunted simply for the thrill.

This killer, a murderer and destroyer lives among us all.
It is the life and death of all things, knowing when we fall.
This hunter ends all life, and begins it all yet again.
This thing ends love, but is something to befriend.

This hunter, this monster of the world i

Field of Jade'Just because', an answer to often spoken.
'I don't care', too late, the silence must be broken.
Take my hand; let us wander in the glade.
Lost in green fields, a sea of bright jade

I'm not sick; yes I know I'm not ill.
'I don't care', those words give me such a chill.
Work up the nerve, shake it off and make a change.
Acting like this, I know it's not strange.

Two steps, fading and falling back in line
Four steps more, I have more then this on my mind.
If you complain, at least be willing to take a risk.
If there's no change, this all of this will make me sick.

Wasting the time, stagnant and surreal
Walking forward seems to be t

Move as OneHey check it out, look at me move
I'm a big mess, I got nothing to do.
Get off my back; you don't need to be there anymore
Just another step and look, you're right out the door.

I don't want to be right; I don't want to be wrong
What I really want is to just see you gone.
I don't want to be there, I don't want people to stare
I don't want to be another useless number you use to compare
What is right, what is wrong? Who care's the answer's too long.

Take a slow cruse down the road, another few steps I take alone.
Check me out, look at what I've done, long road and now I'm home.
I don't want to be right in every single matter, not to

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Let in the Day

by ~Naquis, Mar 31, 2005, 12:25:42 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Standing around late at night
Cure disease, cure my blight.
Make sure things are alright.

Don't take a sudden turn
Don't dismiss the things you learn.
Take for granted all the things you love
Take advantage of everyone's trust.

Don't be looking around anymore
Get up off that damn floor
Move out of that rut you're in
Finally get things moving again.

Down the road, across the unknown
Lying on the floor licking your wounds
Open that window for a change
Let in some light, let in the day.

It's a new day; there are new things to see
The sun outside's so bright I couldn't believe.
Time to move, time to go, time to progress
There's no time left for you to regress.

The sun will shine, the moon will rise
Standing still doesn't mean the day won't go by.
There's not much time left to wander
But more then enough left to ponder.

Let in the Dayby ~Naquis

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Just another one of the more random things I wrote down for no real reason, just the sorta' stuff that pops in my head. Also another vauge one that doesn't really have much meaning of course, as that seems to be much of what I spit out.

~KingofBoobies Aug 19, 2007 Writer

Again yea I am reading everything of your old stuff finally and I have to say this one is just as good. And just to let you know I will try to leave a comment on all of your stuff just because.

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