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Too LateI watch the sky, as it burns
Halfway past the point of no return
Sewing on a smile to numb the hurt

The insanity may have broken him
But I think the pain finally set in
He killed the ending to begin

There is nothing left, it's all gone
There's no way in hell to right this wrong
He left me to puzzle it out alone

So if there's a way to erase this
To pull him back from the bloody black depths
As long as I live, I don't intend to fully lose him.

Ode to the NovaEnter the age of Youtube
Where playing a game became a revenue.
Commentary here, and a walk-through there
You could say these fuckers were everywhere.

But look, what's up ahead?
On a ground so oftenly tread.
Leading the fad on an white angel steed
The Nova charges steadfast indeed.

Tearing down knock-offs with a voice so sublime
Able to deviate and stand the test of time.
Neigh he stood not alone in the reign of power
His friends helped to keep his projects unsour.

The man of Spoons and the one claimed Immortal
Ride side by side him in formation.
The trio of wits; the regulars called they
A deadly force of elimination.

To this day, the No

So longA time so long
The start is gone
Longer than forever
An everlasting song

We waste away
We’re skin and bones
Never moving or seeing
Last light has flown

We slowly die
Among the dead
Close our eyes
And rest our heads

A time so long
We forever see
The shadow of time
In you and me

Dont sayFear and pain running in my brain,
Help me please or so to say,
But please don't even say.
Frightened i am shivering i can,
Wanting to run so very far,
Stressed levels high for no one.
Panicked i am how does it change?
Should i go run so far away?
Never come back to this here town,
Hoping to never ever be found.
Hiding from many do not chase me,
Do not say that you love me,
Not a normal child for sure i am,
Do not say i will change,
Let me hide i will run,
If you pursue me you'll be stunned.
Scared i am i cannot hide it,
For he told me that,
To come too close hurts the most,
Stay away as one can for its the whole plan.
Do not dare say once again,
Tis not something to be laughed at,
Scared me you did please stay away,
Don't ever tell me i love you again.
Panic attacks different breaths,
I cannot see into this present,
Losing my vision yes i am,
Is it all my fault again?
No one should love me,
Please run away,
Don't tell me you love me again,
Trying to kill as one many,
Do you want me to

Oliver May and the ChupacabraThere was once a boy named Oliver May,
Deemed a coward and a little bit gay.
To rid of his gift or curse, he would pray
That he no longer sees cryptids all day.

Oliver grew up and his hair turned gray,
No longer scared of these monsters he'd slay.

Rumors abound of goats being sucked dry;
Curious Oliver would visit and pry.
At night, he saw a creature slim and sly.
"Look closely with an inquisitive eye,
A Chupacabra!" Oliver would cry.

Setting up a trap with a goat as bait,
Oliver would hide in the bush to wait.
Chupacabra walked in and sealed its fate.
Dawn came, its head delivered on a plate.

The townsfolks would sing, dance and celebrat

Morning CallThank you for the morning call
You said just what I have hoped
Did you hear me laughing softly
Through spring tears that gently flowed
Dove-grey sound of light rain
Whispering secrets in my ear
Under blanket happy dream
Of a smile that is so dear
I could stay in bed whole day
Feeling touch of it's caress
But in duty to my life
Lovely wish I must suppress
I will linger little longer
Quietly sit on futon edge
Watch the peaceful dreamy smile
Daily faith to it will pledge

3 a.m. Rhyme TimeOnce grew a tree so high
Its wooden arms did reach to embrace the lovely, lonely sky
The sapphire maiden fell in love
Yet was powerless to help or touch from her perch so far above
So the goddess for three days and nights cried pure tears of loss and sorrow
And beneath her gray veil of loss, her lost love did soak up her tears and grow
Wider and wider his arms did embrace
Until he could lift the cloud veil and reveal his savior's lovely face
"What saddens you so, goddess of my heart?"
The voice did cause the sky-maiden to start
A charming blush spread along her azure cheeks
Her voice was barely that of a whispering breeze when she began to speak
Hiding her blush and averting her eyes, she confessed her love and desire
Her soft words made the tree pause in his journey to grow ever higher
Then, suddenly, with greatest effort, he began to pull up his roots one by one
Aghast, the maiden uttered not a sound, uncomprehending of what would happen until he was almost done
She cried,

Voicemail MessageJust called to say I'm on my way
For such long time I've been away
Can't wait to be in your embrace
I miss your voice, I miss your face
I tried to call you from the post
But couldn't reach you, signal lost
The journey took me to far land
Of which you'll hear from me firsthand

Labyrinths and PuzzlesMy life's mosaic made of puzzles
It is a labyrinth of codes
I learned to read between the lines
Of lyrics, names and lately words
I solve a puzzle when I'm packing
The groceries each day of week
To lift the backpack and two bags
Is not a matter for the weak
I've really mastered packing process
I'm quite efficient, must say
Not inch of space is lost or wasted
Like game of tetris in a way
Each day is labyrinth of time
In which to find the way I strife
To fit all that I want to do
With all the chores of daily life
I love to solve interior puzzles
When I'm inspired, all night in sweat
Moving around the pianos, bookshelves
Until apartment is reset
Traditional poetic game
Keeping the rhythm and finding rhyme
Without sacrificing thought
I'm now playing all the time
Deciphering the code of life
The roles coincidences play
The hidden meanings in the signs
That teach the mind to see true way
Life's labyrinth is work of art
Like architecture of Daedalus
When it is bui

Power of InspirationWhen I deciphered morning code
I had such feeling of elation
Like battery that's fully charged
With energy of inspiration
The poems flowed on page like speech
I moved on bike with speed of light
I have accomplished daily chores
All day I felt like bird in flight
In ballet class I beat my record
By doing thirty six fouettés
I gave off sparks as I have turned
(They were not perfect I confess)
I danced adagio with soul
I could have jumped over the moon
I could keep going on and on
But class has ended all too soon
Back at the school yard with the kids
I started writing words of ode
In praise of artists building mazes
Life is a labyrinth of code

Time Saving RecipeSome oregano for the stress
Relax tight nerves with it's caress
A cup of fresh brewed buckwheat tea
Spreads peace and leaves mind demon free
Fresh piece of mango like gold sun
A snack that's healthy, sweet and fun
While at the sunset you'll be looking
Let kids experiment with cooking
Let someone else wash dirty dishes
In meantime you fulfill your wishes
Play piano or jot down few words
Decipher hieroglyphic codes
Let all your hidden selves come out
Perhaps a scientist will sprout
And when you've saved a little time
Just sit and dream or write a rhyme

Searching for Lost TimeI am searching for lost time
Life's a mess in disarray
So much clutter in my place
Have to clean it up one day
I have found half an hour
Lying on the kitchen floor
Minutes under pile of shoes
Scattered by the entrance door
Some time hidden in the laundry
Really hope it did not shrink
Quarter hour under piano
Some fell into kitchen sink
In dark corner under book shelf
Half an hour in flakes of dust
Under bed rolled whole round hour
With the stains of mould and rust
In twilight before the sunrise
Torn between the maze and rhyme
Racing with the morning rush
Hope for both to find the time

Sleepy PoemDay has scattered like the sand
Sifted through the hourglass
Sun has fallen into river
Shadows hiding in the grass
I just want to take a breath
Listen to the silence sing
Sit for moment with closed eyes
Feel caress of angel's wing
Drop by drop the sleepless hours
Overfilled the coffee cup
Word by word a sleepy poem
In a dream on lines curled up

...A happy smile greets sleepy day
With sparks of laughter in a pun
Of the amazing game we play
In maze of words we're having fun

IagoThat Michael Cassio filched my place.
He is the second of the general;
I will see him out of Othello's grace.

I am more worthy, though I be commonplace;
he won the berth because of his station,
that Michael Cassio filched my place.

His éclat I will presently deface,
Slight Iago? He will lament the day!
I will see him out of Othello's grace.

He postulates that I, he will efface.
That toady will sweeten up Othello.
That Michael Cassio filched my place.

He is kindly to Desdemoa's face,
but swears his regard for the woman pure.
I will see him out of Othello's grace.

With sinister lies, I am in disgrace,
but no more. I will be avenged

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Heroes

by ~MarJak, Nov 17, 2007, 6:13:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

Heroes
Sometimes you got to wonder…
Out here in the wild, untamed, woodlands.
Your life is short as it is, but now it’s on borrowed time.
Listening to strange burps, squeaks and the odd throaty growl.

Every shadow, small or big, hides something hideous.
Your senses are raw… hunting, searching to find some kind of safety.
Muscles are tight and sore, ready to defend your fragile life.
There! Movement just around the corner.

Why do we adventure?
Why do we leave our loved ones behind…?
Never knowing that this may be last time we see or hold their faces.
Putting our lives on a tightrope of sanity.

The road is cold and damp.
Everyone is aware, but lost in their own thoughts.
Boots are heavy with caked-on mud, sand between the toes.
The air is thick with surrounding trouble.

Thoughts of last night, before heading out of the city.
Drinking tankards of bad ale, feasting on pastries and meaty stews.
Betting on which of the drunken boys will be tossed out of the pub first.
Flirting with many to see who would be sharing your bed, maybe for the last time.

Why do we adventure?
Why do we leave the comforts of home, the warm body of a companion?
We remember the warm smiles, and use those to bring us back.
Life in the city has no place out here.

Friends are covered in creatures’ blood
Weapons are broken, stained and chipped.
Terrible… morbid things we have witnessed.
Haunting nightmares that never ever go away.

Wounds are cleaned and stitched,
Cracked ribs and sprained ankles are healed with perfection.
We laugh at how close we were to dying…
Then the reality sets in… and a very cold chill runs down your spine.

Sometimes there is a light ahead,
Something winks and shines in the distance.
Makes what we do… worth it.
Gems, trinkets, treasure and coins.

Why do we adventure?
Because, this is who we are.
We fight, laugh, joke and share a bond like a family to survive…
So that I can return to tell a story or two about a band of heroes I know.

Heroesby ~MarJak

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2007-2013 ~MarJak

Just a little something I wrote..

I'm no writer, but I am very happy about this, so I thought I would share this with you all.

!blazefeline Nov 29, 2007

Makes me think of D&D

ROLL A FORTITUDE SAVE D:

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~MarJak Nov 29, 2007

My job is done! exactly D&D

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~CrazySwedishGirl Nov 23, 2007

Nice one.

You're such a multi-tasker.

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~MarJak Nov 23, 2007

I try, sweetheart, I try

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~mdonut281 Nov 22, 2007

Well, I have to say- it's a very remarkable piece of work. Good job, mate.

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~MarJak Nov 22, 2007

Thank-you very much... very happy with that

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~Secondwolf Nov 18, 2007

"Why do we adventure?"

For Cake!

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~MarJak Nov 18, 2007

So true... and thanks

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~Secondwolf Nov 18, 2007

Its wonderful prose

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~MarJak Nov 18, 2007

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