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Slide into my arms, let me kiss away your tears,

Let me keep you safe and warm, let me tear apart your fears.

By your side from dusk til dawn, until the daylight rears.

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I would be honest with you if I could, but I cannot shortchange those who I would compare you with.

Even at their worst, they had a sliver of hope for redemption.

Here now you sit on your throne of lies, the world burning about you; and yet you smile as if you’ve won the world.

I would be kind to you if I could sell my soul and let my morality sink beneath the waves.  No demons I know would take that bargain.  Even in hell the demons are tearing their hair out and carving into their wrists in fear of the day they are forced to bear your company.

The worst I can do to you is to never speak your name again, and let the world pass you by.

Lady of fire, whose hands were made to torment, may God forget you, and all time let you fade into obscurity.

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The Simple Bee

In a faraway land known only to the small creatures of the forest, there lived a simple bee.  He was not an important bee, and even among the other bees he was of little impact.  Every day he would go buzzing about, his senses about him, as he would seek out delicious pollen to return home to the hive.  Some days he would do well, others were less fortunate; and in this way as well, he was not one to stand out.

On one such trip the little bee found himself among a poppy field, his little wings flapping him along as he went from flower to flower, diligently carrying out his everyday task.  The rays of the sun beat down on him and he basked in their glow as he frolicked to and fro.  From flower to flower he hopped, buzzing along, until he came across a most curious sight.  Before him was the most beautiful lady bee he had ever seen.

Her antennae were perfectly tapered, and her stinger was better than a mountain of pollen.  Her fractal eyes seemed to glimmer in the light of the sun and he was smitten as surely as a bee could be.  He was nervous, the simple bee, and so had to work up the courage to approach this divine lady bee.

With a huff and a puff, and a reassuring nod to himself, over he bussed to share with her what pollen he had already gathered.  She had been pursued already by the most handsome of bees, the bravest and the strongest.  The wisest and the cleverest had sought her affection as well; and had completed great feats of daring and genius to attempt to woo her.

The little lady bee had no use for bravery nor genius.  She, though beautiful and radiant in the best way a lady bee can muster, was as simple at heart as the fellow who now shared all he had with her.  Off they buzzed from flower to flower, gathering in silence and contentedness.  With all the pollen they could carry, they set off once more away from the field.

Though they did not return to the old hive, where the mighty and the clever resided, nor where the old queen held domain.  They came upon an old and lilting sycamore tree and there began their work to construct a hive of their own.  Soon they had children, simple and kind, and out they went to gather pollen as their mother and father had before them.   And so the little simple bee and his lovely lady bee bride lived as happy and humble a life as a bee could fathom.

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We were kids then.  Our eyes were full of wonder and we had no strings to hold us down.  We shook our fairies and flew and laughed in the face of danger.  Gravity lost its meaning as our wings spread, carrying us right towards the sun.

My mother had read us stories about that boy whose wings of wax had melted under fiery gaze and how he fell from glory.  But that never happened to us.  Neither you, nor me.

When we did not fly, we ran.  Our little feet pounding the gravel roads and murky trails of side streets and forest paths as we whistled through the woods like an evening breeze.  We clasped our hands together and leaped from cliffs that, to us, could have been skyscrapers.

When we had grown tired of running, we swam.  Like the Andersen tale we were royalty in the sea.  Weaving crowns and kingdoms from seaweed and starfish, we sat on thrones of sea-foam surf.

When we could swim no more, we rested.  We laid on our backs under trees and in the summer breeze caring little for comfort and warmth, for we found that in each other.  Oh, how we loved one another.

And when you drifted off to sleep and I prayed to wake your soul to keep you by my side, what tears I cried.  I held you tight and burned and died and the winds they howled, and the oceans writhed.  I kissed your cheek and held your hand, and thoughts of old days in the sand, when we ran and ran and ran.

Now I feel the warmth of a summer ray giving way to autumn.  I hear the siren call of the sea and the beckoning mystery of the skies yet I cannot fly.  These strings you wove in your last days; they hold me down.  I cannot swim, I’d drown.

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You tied those cinder blocks around my feet,

and kissed me as I fell to sleep.

You spun stories of gold and made me feel old,

and happy to be so cold.

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I’ll carve out my eyes and place them in your hands,

tell me what you see.

Is the world as grey and pale for you as it is for me?

place them in your sockets and tell me so.

Let me know.

I’ll weave together wreaths of holly and juniper, maybe a touch of glass.

sure, it’s sharp to the touch.

but a little cut never hurts you much.

Hang them on our brows and pretend we’re kings and queens,

thorns digging into our skin like daggers.

If I could peel away this shattered veneer and look you in the eye,

I would.

I’d carve Earth from the heavens and crumble the world to be free,

even if I had to drag you to hell right alongside me.

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Ages later.  Took our time with our aimless rage, did we?

I’ll just start replying to this sort of mouth-garbage with song suggestions.

The Antlers - Wake

OMG me and my friend went to sonic last night with the munchies and we spent so much money on food and she texted me today and asked if they charged my card bc they didnt charge hers and i called my card company and 😛 they didnt charge me 😁😁😁 when god puts a blessing on your life

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Little bird, don’t fly away from the nest so soon.  There are good worms and grubs to feast upon.  Your brothers and sisters wish you well, you know, but they would pay the world to keep you another day.

Let your wings stretch and swoop and soar.  Don’t let the ground make you afraid, for we all fall sometimes.  If I could teach you one lesson that I forgot, it’s that failure is not always the enemy, my little bird.  Acceptance of failure is what lures us in, but defeating that is our greatest goal.

Don’t fly away from me yet, linger yet awhile and let me gaze upon your face and remember those days when you were yet a chick eager for split worms and love.

I was there for your first breath, and when you first fell from the nest and burst into a heavenly flight.  How proud I was to see you then.  How my heart aches to let you go, I pray you’ll never know.

Fly home soon, little bird; fly home soon.

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It’s too late to break out, morning is coming soon, these walls are ten feet thick.

In the morning they’ll wheel us out to stand and parade in glimmering grey. Are we animals for auction? That line is fading.

We talked about those thin blue lines that kept us warm, and safe in our places back home. if only they were here. I’d wrap myself in their embrace, and hope to wake up outside.

I heard your gate close, and those soft pretty shoes tapping the floor. I heard the switch, I smelled the spark. maybe tomorrow’s my day.

I’ll escape, one door or another. I’ll go free into the dark, and I’ll head home. I hope they’re waiting for me.

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Burn your cigarette into my arm,

tell me lie after lie, and smile so bright.

maybe today I’ll believe them.

Let’s edge closer and closer to that fire,

maybe today we’ll burn alive.

believe me, I want it.

It’s my candy, my drug, those thoughts,

that someday I may slip so deep into sleep

that all these nightmares fade,

and your smile will die on your face.

and my tears will freeze on my cheek.

And I’ll be relieved.

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Hello, stranger.  I will break this down into sections and address every point you’ve made in this entire post very politely and definitively, ignoring the unfortunate projection at the beginning.

Firstly, we will start with a simple question of ethics that set this entire discussion into motion: “Is stealing wrong?  If so, why?”

Let’s address the difference between petty theft and larceny on an ethical level.  Is petty theft (Read: pocketing a chapstick or skipping on a meal) any worse or better than grand larceny or burglary (Read: Stealing many objects, or very valuable ones)?  I can’t say it is.  On an ethical level, it is taking something which belongs to someone else and keeping it for yourself (or sharing it, regardless).  By all moral codes and ethics, stealing is immoral because it is the theft of someone else’s belongings by an illegal or illegitimate means.  Would you want your things stolen by someone who believes they have the right to do so?  I thought not.  Moving on.

Next point, negative activism and the concept of ‘not.’  This is a fundamental portion of law, the ‘not.’  Laws are almost entirely dictated around the concept of what we are ‘not’ allowed to do.  Anything not specifically labeled as a crime is usually considered legal (pending court supervision and somethings going so far as the Supreme Court to find out the truth).

Now, what we have to ask ourselves here, and what you have said to be true, is this: ‘Is there anything wrong with pointing out when something is immoral or unlawful, even in support of a group directly in opposition to the offending party?’  So long as there is a moral basis and ethical guideline to this indictment (Read: “That’s wrong; you should not do that) it cannot be argued that this action is immoral unless the result is an even more egregious immorality (Read: Reporting people for shoplifting who are then taken behind a barn and shot by firing squad.)

Now that we have settled the morality (or immorality) of theft on any level, and your resulting focus on ‘negative activism,’ I will be moving forward to your last points and conclude this little tirade.

We will start with positive social work, one of the key fundamentals to human improvement.  It is a great and worthwhile investment and expenditure of time and I do my very best to participate in community service (when my schedule allows, which luckily is frequent).  I do not feel the need to discuss or post about this (and you will notice on this blog that I do not ever speak about my personal life, only the rare comment and mostly the shit poetry as you so eloquently put it).

Moving on towards personal property (private property) and all things of a belonging nature, we ought to look towards things we’ve worked for.  I have built, I have created, and I have refined many things of which I am particularly proud.  Do I not have a right to these things?  If I work for something, or someone else is kind enough to give (or trade, as is the core fundamental of capitalism, currency being a representative of goods or services) something that I would like to possess, do I not have a right to possess that?

If I am compelled to own nothing, and every possession of mine own is property of the state, what then could theft be but treason?  When everything is owned by the state, you will quickly note that the government takes very unkindly to giving those things away.  (Especially to those who do not work for them, read: Working class of the Soviet Union, Zedong China, and a disheartening number of other examples throughout the past two centuries.)

I hope that in the near future we will reach a point where the worries for food, shelter, clothing, and healthcare that plague us now will be merely a bad memory of a forgotten past.  Whatever led you to imply that I do not hold these values highly in my heart is a mystery to me.

I cannot reply to your last sentiments due to any response I would be able to make being too political, so I will conclude here and happily wish you well.

Also, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read my work before sending vitriol my way.  At the very least, you did your homework.

For the record.

The amount of angry children filling my inbox is amusing.

I will clarify this point once and only once.

If you purchase something and receive the object in question, but do not pay: that is stealing.  I recognize that it was not the individual in question’s fault that the price was not charged, but it is their moral responsibility to make it right.

I cannot imagine what mental gymnastics must occur within your mind to somehow portray me as some old man yelling at children in his lawn or some fastidious nitpicker trying to coerce the world into his own neat little box of ethics.

Stealing is immoral, which is all that I have said and something that I will continue to both say and believe.  If you have visited my blog to send anger through the internet over that, I would encourage you to spend your time reading instead.

I guarantee you that a good author’s words would be much more fulfilling than anything I could reply.

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We were dancers in that night that stretched across the sky.

In pirouettes and whirling glory we flew in wondrous unison.

Our capes writhed in the wind and threatened to fall behind us yet onward we flew closer and closer to ever-approaching sun.

We burned brightly in that night sky, glowing with the eminence of love and light until we met that sun and shook its hand.

It wished us on our way and into a million shards we shattered.

You may find us now in bits and pieces scattered throughout the universe, every fragmented piece still in drunken love as ever we were.

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Glim’ring steel in rings of fire,

cast upon the fields of ire,

laying bare our first desire.

Blood, blood, blood.

Woven strings of shining white,

wrapped around throats so tight,

mankind’s vengeance burns and bides.

Fly, fly, fly.

Stretch thy wings and fly, dear love,

let you grace those skies above,

do what was once so undone,

Sleep, dream, die.

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Little moon-shaped marbles, cast of ebon glass.

Your hands pressed upon my cheeks, in moments that have endured the epochs of history.

Our eyes upon the sun, hurting its eyes when it meets our gaze.

Little doves upon our shoulders and ivory crowns upon our heads.

We stand and stood supreme.

Let it never end.

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Kiss me in the blistering snow.  Where the solemn chirps of birds and the call of nature have fallen silent, I will be.  Hold my hand and let me weave you a crown of all the dreams you have fulfilled.

Let me lay a ring of kisses upon your finger, and make a fire in your heart.  Let me hold you tight, and wait for the stars to fall; for what could they do when no shining beauty compares to you?

Whatever haunting memories plagued you then, let them pass now.  Let them pass.  Kiss me in this wint’ry world, where even the breath of the Earth around us falls silent.

Kiss me, one last time.

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Tip-tap at my window.  Rain, go away.

your call is unwelcome today.

I lost a friend, so let me sleep.

Tip-tap on my chimney.  Where did you go?

this rain was your world, now it’s all cold.

The snow will pile tomorrow,

too deep, and how I weep.

Tip-tap, tip-tap, that endless tapping on my glass,

Let me pass before this midnight mass,

throwing down my hourglass.

I'm off the mast in the ocean’s ass,

giving a kiss to cartridge brass,

let me sleep, let me pass.

Let me breathe deep this mustard gas.

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Shine

We danced through candles, our toes licked by their light.

We fled to the moon, and held each other tight.

Oh, what memories we bred there,

surrounded by our dreams and our love,

the breadth of a thousand thousand years.

Where did we go then?  Was it Mars or Neptune?

You know how my memory can be.

We left this dismal system, and lived among the stars for ages,

and ages more.

Twinkle, my love, and shine.

Forever, and ever, be mine.