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Circadian Home

Circadian Home

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When tomorrow's dawn brushes dreams into memory
I'll still be bathing in the luminescence you leave in
your wake.

I don't think you understand the beauty you house, when
the outline of your frame gives birth to a pensive
smile and you open yourself to contingency.

How, even after all this time, I still harbor the feeling
of electricity when the circadian consistency
of your voice peels away my ego like paint.

How even after the war when my faith in myself
had been repackaged as a hand me down toy,
My faith in you still remained.

The only prayer of an atheist, always steadfast,
that you see it too, even in the handcrafted
blindness you wield as an eggshell shield.

Please god,
you have to see it...
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Discrimination  She stands with face and fingers pressed against glass
 her breath a white ghost shimmering in the darkness,
    as the cold wind tears her skin.

They walk by giggling and pointing as they enter,
 their hungry eyes digging deeper,
    tugging and
                   pulling,
       wrapping chains around her heart,
tighter,
     tighter,
squeezing.
                                    She tries to pull back,
                                 but she falls and hits the ground,
                            and there's no one there to pick her up.

I asked you once, why.
That's all I wanted to know.
  Why?
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Grasping You The silence of a remembered silence
Of white walls, the old familiar clock ticking
Its tocs into the white noise of my subconscious.

In this corner of my mind, you do not exist
And so I feel the loneliness acutely
Smelling the fibers of my rug, watching the light
Grow bright and shrink dim like dozing and waking
And dozing again.

I am god in a four cornered world
In a white space where light only shines
In splinters. I know the loneliness
Of existing in an existence I created myself.
There are no surprises.

My hands have nothing to do
I pace, I pick up crayons, sift through books.
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With Heart Where life beats
And jumps at my hand when I place it
Just there
The repetition, the ticklish thump-ump-ump

What an honest drumming
What innocence
I want to see its warm tunnels
Bloom at the end like autumn-heads
But I wish no violence

On this innocence
And its honest talk of life
Drum-um-umming

When I tilt my head back
To regard the moon's sharp grin
And the wind embraces me coolly
A gentle grazing, like your breath
On my neck

How sweet the blood, the Life
And no wonder the poets
Say what they say
About little pump who pumps
Despite the bitterness hidden
Behind my teeth.

But bitterness cannot hide
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Alchemy but

I am off
and out
-side
of
soul-bones,
non-locally
in the heart
of tiered hearts.

Logos
washes up
at my feet
like a gift
from the
sea,
keeping
the tapetum
scale
of an
unknown fish
buried
in a reoccurring dream.Alchemy by *NightGrid
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Fatal Alone and defeated I stand,
Even though you're by my side,
But I feel nothing,
Broken and abandoned I've been,
And even though I've healed,
That will never change,
Confused and mystified is common,
Who am I but another person?
Something I don't desire,

Strong and callused,
I've learned to become,
Guarded and secretive,
Is my stone cold heart,
It has no room for your love,

My mind is an abyss of jumbled thoughts,
Confusion and intelligence intertwined,
It will not be silenced,

If you want me to stay,
Then give me time,
Rushing what could be glorious,
Could turn to be fatal…
Fatal
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love? So many questions going through my head,
So many letters I wrote,
Unsent and unread.
So many answers I'd love to hear,
So many times I've wished you were here.
Always confused,
Always lost,
Always disappointed.

I dreamt I was holding your hand again,
You whispered in my ear like you used to.
Lips touch,
Hearts flutter,
Love soars.

You said I was an angel, sent from heaven just for you,
You said I was the one, the only, special.
You broke down the walls I had built around myself,
You're the only one who can.
So I poured out my heart to you,
Only to have it damned.

What tears me apart is the excuses that you made.
Why could
love?
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A Kiss So Tender A kiss so tender, it breaks the skin.
A touch so caring, it must be sin.
A whisper so soft, it shakes the earth.
A look so loving, it makes you hurt.
A Kiss So Tender
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Microphones in the Trees

Journal Entry: Wed Aug 3, 2011, 7:56 AM


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A Silver Mount Zion
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Microphones in the trees
Cameras in the sky
Antennas in the canyon
And the lobby's full of spies
For us who are like bulldozers
Sleeping in the sun
For us who are like lightning
Buried in the mud

Don't! Give! Up!
Don't! Give! In!

Our time will come
'Cause we are the flood

So grab my hand
Lets set some fires
The city's piss
All hung with wires
To kiss a tit
Or have one's tit kissed
On bended knee
It's all you need
Let's build ships
Let's drift away
Our mighty fleet must float again

WE ARE THE FLOOD...
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And for those who already know...even though they will likely never see

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Vienna Teng
Eric's Song

Strange how you know inside me
I measure the time and I stand amazed
Strange how I know inside you
My hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze

And of course I forgive
I've seen how you live
Like a phoenix you rise from the ashes
You pick up the pieces
And the ghosts in the attic
They never quite leave
And of course I forgive
You've seen how I live
I've got darkness and fears to appease
My voices and analogies
Ambitions like ribbons
Worn bright on my sleeve

Strange how we know each other

Strange how I fit into you
There's a distance erased with the greatest of ease
Strange how you fit into me
A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs

And with each passing day
The stories we say
Draw us tighter into our addiction
Confirm our conviction
That some kind of miracle
Passed on our hands
And how I am sure
Like never before
Of my reasons for defying reason
Embracing the seasons
We dance through the colors
Both followed and led

Strange how we fit each other

Strange how certain the journey
Time unfolds the petals
For our eyes to see
Strange how this journey's hurting
In ways we accept as part of fate's decree

So we just hold on fast
Acknowledge the past
As lessons exquisitely crafted
Painstakingly drafted
To carve us as instruments
That play the music of life
For we don't realize
Our faith in the prize
Unless it's been somehow elusive
How swiftly we choose it
The sacred simplicity
Of you at my side
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  • Listening to: Vienna Teng
  • Watching: Tokyo Gore Police
  • Playing: Assassins Creed: Brotherhood
  • Drinking: Milk
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Andrew Hussey
Canada
Current Residence: Brantford ON, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Any really, I'm not into pop at all, but anything I think defines (or redefines) it's genr
Favourite style of art: Poetry, and Music
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: Media Player usually
Favourite cartoon character: Lain or L from Death Note
Personal Quote: We are all luminous beings eclipsed by our humanity
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Mood: Love ~pari-a Aug 7, 2011  Student Writer
Thanks for the fave!

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~Zarathustras-Crown Aug 7, 2011
Anytime...that's a hell of a piece...very nice...

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"For a sorcerer, reality, or the world we all know, is only a description that has been pounded into you from the moment you were born."

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=bowie-loon123 Aug 7, 2011  Student Writer
Thank you for joining :iconthewrittenrevolution:, we’re delighted to have you with us. Welcome to the revolution. :salute:

We’re quite a busy group. :aww: We just wrote a brand new article to let everyone know how the group is progressing. We also regularly post prompts and six word challenges for our members to try. And feel free to get involved in our contest! So check them out! :la: Also feel free to add us on Facebook and Twitter: @WrittenRevolt. :dance:

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~Ras-Barry Jul 13, 2011
You´re welcome! Your gallery is really fascinating- I like it!^^

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~Zarathustras-Crown Jul 13, 2011
Thank-you :) I do try...though it's been forever since I've posted...I'm glad you enjoy.

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Andrew Hussey

"For a sorcerer, reality, or the world we all know, is only a description that has been pounded into you from the moment you were born."

-Carlos Castaneda
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~Sneeuw-Wolfskers May 23, 2010
Somehow I feel like I haven't heard much from you in a while, by way of poetry or journal entries. What's up?

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A poet is a nightingale
Who sits in darkness
And sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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~Zarathustras-Crown Dec 21, 2010
You haven't, basically I'v just been eaten up by "real life" for a time...I apologize for just dropping off like that...I'll be back at the least relatively regularly now...I have a LOT of stuff to go through in my inbox :)

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Andrew Hussey

"For a sorcerer, reality, or the world we all know, is only a description that has been pounded into you from the moment you were born."

-Carlos Castaneda
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~Sneeuw-Wolfskers Dec 22, 2010
Oh, okay. It's good to see you back.

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Who sits in darkness
And sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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=thetaoofchaos Dec 29, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
thank you for the fav and wonderful comments. :)

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~Zarathustras-Crown Jan 3, 2010
Anytime :) I still have to go through a bit more thoroughly, now that the season's done maybe I'll have some time :)

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"For a sorcerer, reality, or the world we all know, is only a description that has been pounded into you from the moment you were born."

-Carlos Castaneda
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