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BabylonAlexander, thy name is one of conquests
battles and rivers of gold
what happened to you, son of every God
why everything you touch is falling apart
and the empire dies just the way your body does?

everything is possible, king of Asia
and yet not the things you desire the most
one cannot have it all, it takes
pain and tears to rule the whole world
and then the emptiness brings a scream up your throat

some decisions are for life, some factors
more important than others, although
your crying will not bring him back
false friends waiting for your corpse
to finally rot with a moan

a moon on a string, a flawless caress
Persian robes, Olympic gam

Love HerLove,
her kick against my ribs,
the sweet shrieking of her iron voice.

Love her body,
her winter skin beneath my fingertips.
Pull her close and through my green eyes lies
the ending of the world.

She breaks the silence,
death on the other end.
My ears ring with her whispers,
fingers tremble,
another man is dead again.

There is safety alone and nothing else,
that spouts then from silver lips.
A soldier's only lover,
only friend.

Darling please,
protect me from the world.

The Ballad of SerenityA nightingale in a birch nearby,
sang a song that made her cry.
"Another note and I shall die!"
Her threat was met with no reply.

And so she rested by the stream,
and heard the crickets softly dream.
She watched the cattails kiss the stars,
believing heaven not so far.

"And here is where I shall be free,"
whispered fair Serenity.

The orphaned child, the strange young girl
born into an ancient world.
No elegance or skill had she
but the ballad, of Serenity.

She was cursed with just one song:
a ballad haunting, soft and long.
The words were never hers to hear,
but danced always beyond her ear.
On harp, flute, lyre she wiled aw

The RoseThe rose sits bedded in her lay
kissed by the sun through the day;
of men she gives no regard or
speech when they confess to adore
her rich velvet pelt lined with silk
of stem and leaf and each morn's milk,
for the rose is wise and knows too soon
the turning of a man's heart in the length of a moon,

that when their fingers grasp to take
against her will her beauty raped,
crushed for the love of another rose
and one who can think and not just pose;

and feel! Feel the return of a beat
in a man's chest and respond to spreading heat-
so she, the rose, always knows
her life is lived and lost by love alone.

Lifting limbs and holding backYou are tasteful and curious. Fingers fitting into tight spaces and your mouth perking at the sound of impressionable movement. You keep quiet and while thoughts rage constantly you are vigilant when generalities break off and it is worth the time to listen and to speak.

There seemed no better option than to recklessly plow my breath into you with the words that shook and fought from inside of me. You were responsive with your eyes widening and you expanded on things that I could no longer hold or develop. I was sedated by the blush of your skin sliding against mine, undeniably rounded and delighted by the arcs of you. You were destined to f

Inside of OutCrane feathers
rustle outside the window
~as night falls

Autumn in ManhattanAutumn has settled on my face
the leaves fall gently away
My grip on sanity has grown weak
as I slowly descent into this decay

To love at all is to be vulnerable
death be not far behind
hiding behind each blossomed petal
patiently waiting for its time

I still remember those summery nights
watching the sun ripen each day
but that's long gone now
and clouds seemingly want to stay

The rain falls with my tears
as the bitter chill surrounds
and night falls over Manhattan
with love nowhere to be found

The Poet's FollyI tried to write you in seven lines
with thirty six words,
but I realized that words
are largely inadequate
and that poets are fools.
I feel I am somehow less
for thinking I could.

MisunderstoodMy eyes have been glazed over
by you

Now that I finally understand
your stare

Your mind set
numb

Empty bottles posses tales
of the blind trying to see
helpless to its undertow
that seems to eat you alive.

Lovesong of a Writerthe way you fit into my arms
is like holding a pencil--
a comforting weight,
a position so familiar,
it becomes natural--
and as I hold you, I think
of all the stories we'll write

Under the WeatherMy soul feels waterlogged today,
and my hands aren't strong enough
to wring it out.
I need to walk in the wind
under the noontime warmth,
but it's cold outside
and raining.

I guess today I have to
play the role of the overcast sky
and hang low until graced with the sun.

B R E A T H E.Begin by leaning against the wall,
reveling in your humanity with
each sigh resounding in your empty room.
Aspirations spinning with your exhalations, you
try to fix your eyes on a different kind of
heaven whose doors won't close on your fingers
every time you knock.

CassandraIt is not my fault.
You see,
My stars are misaligned,
Jagged zig-zags
Through the sky.

They tumble,
Coiling and uncoiling,
Quickly sliced
In steep-stepped desperation.

If I could carve my own luck,
Pluck it from the moon,
I would find a way to undo this.

No, I cannot save you all
but my heart will break from trying.

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Forestry

by ~Miqsh, Jul 20, 2011, 9:47:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Visual & Found Poetry

If my f e a ^{t h ^{e r s}} could speak volumes ..
can I bring you out to accept me?
If miracles waited all their lives ..
would you want to see through to the end?

Walking

away from

_{the things I adore ..}

if truth was a sign,
can I escape the tragedy I endure?

P_{a_{t_t}}_{_e}_rn isn't in my veins ..
Fathering my beliefs ..
gathering moss for my frustration ..
floating irrationally without fruition.

What hole can give me a light?
goodness could breathe me my morphine ..
but my fears idle me to tears ..
forcing me to begin alone.

Couldn't see you there ..
were you believing in something?
After eating my hopes into your selfishness ..
Can you look into my eyes in r e g r e t?

Never could you place yourself in my circle ..
drinking on depression ..
and numbing on ^{airless excitements} ..
Are you happy?

Separating memories, Separating moments ..
shattering mercilessly into the unknown
diminishing goals of guidance ..
putting my sanity to price ..
could I forgive myself to give in?

Hate ..
Show me where you been ..
ringing true to freedom ..
but I dare you to push devotion ..
into my sparkling offering?

Face me ..
Face me ..
Face me ..
Fall from within ..
bring me to my knees ..
but don't bury me in ~~shackles~~.

Forestryby ~Miqsh

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Visual & Found Poetry

But many pictures flit my mind .. so this is more like a journal entry. Words aren't enough to clear the obscurity of the loss.

We find a fork .. but can I repeat my actions to surprise myself? hmm ..

EDIT: I found this in my scraps forgotten .. polished it with flashy HTML codes and minor changes. It looks like it's 6 months old.
This scrap became vague in the beginning, but towards the end .. I spelled out my emotions more.

~~love 0 0~~

joy 1 1

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

*joanbausher Jan 30, 2012 Professional General Artist

Hey Miqsh,
I enjoyed so much reading this piece, it is more than beautiful. It says so much that I am going to have to read and re-read it several times. I could comment on each part of this, where would I begin though! Love it!

~Miqsh Jan 30, 2012

Thanks Joan,
You can take your time to come back here and comment .. I would love to hear what strikes you and such

Please give me some critique about these two pieces as well:
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I realize those pieces might not be as powerful as Forestry in some ways .. maybe because I had multiple emotions and messages instilled into Forestry without realizing about it. I guess it was an honest piece just as are the rest

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