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the sound of gears and stoneborn in steel and clay
rising to press back the clouds
and scattering them with a wave
of hands and arms made for
other things

the sound of gears and stone
shifting and grinding
shifting and grinding
walking towards the edge
of the world

pocked with the mark of times
when hungry beasties fed
and took me to their bed
if only in their minds
not their hearts

the horizon is never closer
and entropy betrays me
but not yet, I say,
but not yet, I say,
and I move through the night

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

FarewellEs ist nicht alles wirklich
in diesem Zustand zwischen
Wachen und Schlafen...

" Wie du mir warst..." flüstern Türen
und Wände seit Jahrhunderten
in stillem Einvernehmen
dazu das Atmen des Holzes
ein- aus -ein- aus.

Der blinde Spiegel tut ein Übriges
und schweigt-
er hat schon zuviel gesehen.

Grünes Gezweig rankt am abgeplatzten
Fensterrahmen
und schlängelt entlang
der verblassten Tapeterie.

Einst blühten hier Rosen
sehr laut und sehr rot
und jeder Strauß weinte still
in seiner rostigen Vase.

Nun liegen Fliegenarmeen- beinoben-
an den matten Scheiben.

Ihr letzter Blick
war sicher ins Grün.

The Power of Wordsa gentle whisper on the wind,
carries across nations,
through homes and across cultures,
a simple play on speech pulling heart strings,
a gentle rhythmic lull in your ear,
even the sweet sound of silence calls to you,
"a pictures worth a thousand words",
yet a single word can tell infinite stories,
end wars,
bridge cultures,
and unite families,
a single word may change the world,
as can the neglect to say it,
a single word but once uttered,
can span the vast flow of time,
and carry on into eternity,
words speak to the soul,
and connect people in remarkable ways

Witch's BrewBubble bubble
toil and trouble
eye of newt
its the witching hour.

Its the witching hour
where the witches
are in a gitty mood
making new potions.

A dash of frog's lips
scale of dragon
wings of a gremlin
stir them all into a cauldron.

Witches just love making potions
they got so many viels on their shelves
you can find all that you seek
at the witch's cottage.

Make your true love fall for you
there's a love potion that'll do the trick
want to be a few inches taller
there's a growth potion to help with that
just be careful not to drink it all
that is if you want to be a giant.

Witches love the time of hour
making their potions with wick

Death's True KissYou fall in love with a ghost
And dream yourself an island
You take me for a home
But cast and torn apart

Fill me up with a whisper
Take me for a friend
Dead or alive
It all comes to end

Those visions I've seen
Oh, so many times
See me in dream
That only comes to life

You've known me before
So know me again
Like the diamond you once been
Light and inflamed

Slice me with silence
Shed tears of mud
Fill me my requiem
Take me for none

Outcast and dethroned
I will still hold my ground
Forbidden and alone
I too will brake down

No matter my saviour
Hold with dead lips
Those words that I whisper
Death's true kiss

With love there you fight m

Living :Conest Entry:To say man is sinful, doesn't seem to quite say it.
Because all that brings to mind is blasphemers, fornicators, God-haters--all of us.
But to say man is dead, is all the more accurate
Because a corpse can't feel sympathy, it can't hear cries for help.
It tastes not, hears not, handles not, it becomes as lifeless as the very idol it worshipped.
No, to say man is sinful doesn't seem to quite say
Because he who identifies as a cadaver can't hope to know who he really is.
That's why my endeavors are heavenly, and my ID is "Living Among the Dead" Because I know Christ gave me life so I could feel your pain even though find it pleasurable,
To se

Who I amWho I Am

&

Who I Want To Be,

are so far away from each other it hurts.

Twerping Birdies

I. not a morning person

Twerping birdies, chorping away at the day
As if I were supposed to be awake
At the crack of noon.

Cheerful construction workers obliterate
The restful silence, encouraged, perhaps,
By the bad example of the twerping birds.

There's plenty of rest for the wicked,
But none at all for me; let the early bird
Gorge itself on wormy guts for all I care.

II. insomnia blues

like unto the gentle, polyphonic susurration of the wind
through the leaves of the sibylline vuvuzela tree,
the evocative, resonant, goldurned whiny two-stroke
of the kargyraa engine of progress that powers
the early morning hunting call
of the ove

vengeance for injusticea mother she cries
cries at the war
now she waits
waits for the call
of the soldiers orders to kick down her door
vengeance she took filled with hate
for her husband and child who couldn't be saved
now she's locked in a cell
she buried her son
they put her through hell
but it's okay the rich man won

cirque de nuitanfangs ein rauschen am nachthimmel
so geschehen vom flattern der wimpel im

halbdunkel und dem klagenden streichton einer
singenden säge.

genommen und versteckt
verloren und gefallen

und ein riss der das zurückkommen
nicht möglich macht.

ein bild unter glas
getrübt - verhangen wie weisses Metall.

( hast du das licht vergessen- hast du?)

die leine baumelt mechanisch
am hilflosen arm.

ein atmen - stockend und menschlich fast
(etwas pocht herzähnlich)

ein raunen geht durch unsichtbare reihen
enttäuschend wie ein sprung ohne boden.

verlierst du dich verlierst du mich auch
und haben wir schon uns beide verlo

One Thing Leads To AnotherOne teachers bitterness
Can lead to this
Student that's struggling in the back row
A snide comment about a test score
And their whole world
Will take a blow

Little did that teacher know
The magnitude that their actions hold
That one comment, look or eye roll
Could tear that kids whole world

That kid leaves class
Without a second glance
At the teacher who was meant to enlighten them
But broke down their confidence
And shattered them

It starts with passing giggles in the hallway
To comments in the next class that their friends made
To their parents questions at the end of the day

To the very next morning that same kid
Is late to class becau

The Ugly TruthI'm not a miracle worker,
I'm not superwoman,
I'm a broken, 17 year old girl, who has no idea where shes going in life.

And I'm scared.

A Friendpeople change at a rapid pace
but i know that until the end
despite the problems we may face
in you i'll always have a friend
there's never been another you
and never will be, on this earth
so i will miss, that much is true
i love you, friend, for all it's worth
when the day comes that we must part
and we reach the end of this life-long endeavor
you'll always remain in my heart
and we'll be intertwined forever
so keep in mind as you go out
to do great things, whatever they be
that i will be here, without a doubt
you'll always have a friend in me

The morrow has dawned, crisp aThe morrow has dawned, crisp and clear,

A new medium on which our lives shall appear

I slept and dreamed of dreams unrecalled

Like faded memories lost in fog

But those faded memories do abound

Yet in your arms my soul is re-found

Washed anew by love's hot touch

Bless my heart, I love you so much.

The Song of the Dead (poetry)"The Song of the Dead"

The sands are falling one by one,
Can you feel them in your head?
Closer and closer the time draws near,
Can you hear the song of the dead?

A plague is due, they said;
Can you hear the song of the dead?
The sand drips faster and thicker than blood,
Don't dwell on it -- rest your head.

They eat time for breakfast,
Rest your head they said.
They'll snatch you up in your sleep,
Can you hear the song of the dead?

Gaping jowls of time,
Fears that julian and shred,
My soul may have left long ago, but
Can you hear the song of the dead?

There's too many of us, they said.
The hourglass is empty, they said.
All in which you

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My Love WhispersListen to the sunset,
Can you hear its quiet sigh?
Listen, the sun is falling,
Watch it toning down the sky.

Soon darkness shall surround me,
Though twinkling stars will dare smile through,
While you are far away from me,

And as the sunset spreads its colors,
Horizons of gold and red,
For my world has stopped revolving,
until you return, time's standing still,
And the cold has settled around me
With its stinging, breathless chill.

But my Love for you keeps growing,
Standing fast to fight the cold,
And the story of Love, untold.

So Listen to the sunset,
Look up, hear its quiet sigh,
though we are these Lonely nights,
My Love

I hurt you deeplyDeepest desire that haunts me still
My Love runs deep but does it move at will??
Emotions burst through doors once closed
Flooding heartbeats once Locked and posed

I hurt you deeply though I never knew
You sought desires once old, now new.
Pain is how I deal today,
I so want this burden off of me, away.

I want our Love to blossom once more
To hear I Love you from behind that door.
To feel your heart beat next to mine

I have changed my Life, I am new
With Love and desire I never knew.
Take me at my word, I Love you
I have come home and you will never fear.

Break those shackles that separate us still, today
No other is worthy o

Tears are words.........My bleeding heart, the fountain of Lover's true art
words escape through tears burning so sincere
Calculating emotions multiplying with true devotion
bound by tears of words, which the heart alone endures

Words of silence around the heart
with tears performing a musical art
Count each tear and feel what I feel
for my heart is crying out, for you

So many emotions in so many ways
sometimes it's difficult to show what my heart contains
With words through tears I show my Love so clear
as my heart erupts, distinguishing how I feel

A Lover's heart captures words it can't say
through tears it shows a realm, unexplained.

ImpossibleIf I could create my own fantasy...
What everyone would instead see...
Is that both of us are very happy.

But the truth in Reality...
It's not that way totally...
You Lost the Love

Now my home is only a thought...
That consumes too much of a Lot...
And nothing special it brought.

Every second becomes more difficult...
Because all the doors are closing shut...
I want to try again but for what?

Right on the wall the clock...
Keeping it's rhyming
So time the past begins to Lock.

As the only thing that is not clear...
The fact that you are just not here...
You are no where at all to be near.

These nights alone are becoming frig

May Never KnowTell me is it cold??
Have your inspirations been sold??
Are your feeling still new or getting old??

Do you really ever think of me??
Do you try to see the things I see??
Would forever also mean honesty??

Would you stop to read the letters that I write??
Tell me do you count the stars at night??
Are you strong or the feeling do you try to fight??

you may never know...
Anything about me or my home...
Many secrets in Life one can hold.

But when you are around I try...
For no reason move along and deny
The Love between you and I.

I just can't seem to find the chance...
I become overpowered by your glance...
Could you be my answer

Fact of the matterLove can create many worlds that are real or fake...
It can also give and like that it can also take.

Lies are only created to be discovered...
But at least the truth for a while is covered.

Now everyone can be wrong or right...
Can sit quietly or stand up and fight.

It can put you back together or rip you apart...
Rage a war with your mind against your heart.

It can create an imaginary illusion...
Become holy or a chaos of destruction.

Your whole world it can easily slice...
Fully kill you or bring you back to life.

I'm trying to get down to the fact of the matter...
But my heart gets confused by my mind's chatter.

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The Tears.....

by ~bennyboyzzz, Jan 16, 2009, 8:44:23 AM
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If Tears could build a stairway
And memories were a Lane.
I would walk right up to heaven
To bring you home again.

No farewell words were spoken
No time to say Goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it
And only God knows why.

My heart still aches with sadness
And secret tears still flow.
What it meant to Lose you
No one will ever know.

If I could have a Lifetime wish
A dream that would come true.
A thousand words can't bring you back
I know because I have tried.
And neither will a million tears
I know because I have cried.

You Left behind my broken heart
And happy memories too.
I never wanted memories though
I only wanted you.

The Tears.....by ~bennyboyzzz

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Urban & Spoken Word

©2009-2013 ~bennyboyzzz

when I wrote this poem I had tears in my eyes >.< but I liked writing it because it showed my feelings in a sad way

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