User:	modest_rage
	Date:	2009-12-25 22:49
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breaking some bottles up overhead the time is spinning
and bloods about to shed the tires squealing like
the violence that snares from the bed oh murders are overhead
the sky has become crimson red
your teeth are crushing against the gate
arising the dead carry lashes of malice
let's describe the flood of disgust that arose
from altars of black massacres

the day the balloons were all
lost in the atomic fires

	User:	modest_rage
	Date:	2009-12-24 17:10
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liquid night lips around broken bottles
stained grain from paint this new horse that I've made
betrays me: soaking through shirts on the floor
knives glittering in the bathtub; blood rising.

meeting with the skulls in the floor rooms of
bars. fiery lights on the ceiling don't play
with retrospective. the turmoil of the gray
concrete gives entropy a glow in the constriction
of the universe. so small the size of man but he
maps the stars--cigarettes behind buildings while
you negotiate with your eyes, you sipped vodka after wards

cheap hotels in europe are so close to closing,
with the cold air coming for both of us.

	User:	modest_rage
	Date:	2009-12-21 19:18
	Subject:	shame and the color black
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Oceans of broken glass
that we must walk over
the green field at night
with jellyfish that float by:
lovers clutching hands in the cold
the small glance of eyes that rise
out of the shadows the city reaches
arms that draw you to the darkness
of its heart. I look up at the ceiling
lights flickering make strange shapes
out of the sudden! stop don't move
because she holds the moment like a
newborn, then her face collapses into a
the arising explosion of fireworks when
the subtle lines of smile shimmer electric
lies to understanding eyes, mine!
embraced and held like fire to oak


my divine angel who lays invisibly on oyster shells
when i close my eyes it is with yours
when i breath all manner of winds course through
our veins--

oh passionate consolation you give the Grey
monoliths of the city a wavering rebellion
a quiet uprising in the blood of our
fleeting, don't step away so fast, trains
arriving

ki
ss

	User:	modest_rage
	Date:	2009-12-17 10:19
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she carries a porcelain gun
in her jacket under which she wears
no clothes. there are animals that gather around
her window in new york city.
taking off the covers from the bed
she finds clean new sheets to start
her own personal calendar again.

i find pictures in the waiting room
of the taj mahal, they are of the eyes
you have looked into, while you dream
off your binge from last night.
I put on a cloak of innocence
and leave you again, finding it
exciting to see how easy it becomes.

you take a cab to my place to find out
what is happening, and find me
asleep, while dreaming the walls are covered with ivy
and a tree rises where I had a memory of our kiss
"we are in the dark!" and again you'd hush your voice
finding sharp knives in the instant implosion
from instigation rapidly coursing through your veins

the blood heated by my hands
autumn falling like water from a table top slowly into my mind
--a bird which was the knowledge
of your heart leaves.
'there is shouting...' a silent pause
your blue eyes look left out the window
on the long ride home.

	User:	marielle_love
	Date:	2009-12-16 12:59
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	Mood:	amused

I don't really know what's inspiring me to post after so long of being inactive, but here we go, I guess.


I don't know if my expectations are too high, or if morals are dead; I guess I just expect more from people that I constantly surround myself with. But is that my fault or theirs?

I think the saying is;
"Don't look down upon your neighbors stoop if your own doorstep is unclean."
-Confucious

I know I probably shouldn't be one to turn up my nose, but I'm just a little apalled at the lack of self morale in some people.

I guess I can't really explain anything without spilling all of the beans. Let's just all remember that there are certain things we should, and shouldn't do, and that's the bottom line. Either you man up and find some self worth, stand up for what you believe in, and live your life according to your own standards, or you can continue weaving a web of lies which will eventually just bite you in the ass.

Remember the golden rule. Remember who your friends are. Remember that if it walks like a duck, sounds like a duck, then its probably a duck. Remember that if acts like a friend, but sucks it like a slut, she's probably a slut.