....minor works of semi-great literature....

Shave the hair, get rid of it all! Throw off the shoes, -jump into the water puddle. Sink in the mire. Society is waiting to say "I told you so." Live this life once, all the way through. Keep your tears in a bottle, and save them for a rainy day. Play with the leaves- spin them around your fingers and rip the skeletons out. Leave the flowers to bloom in the winter. What is waiting under the bed, in the darkest of closets? Run away to find out. There are some things people should never see, so they don't. Do. Not. Stay. Go. Where does it end? It doesn't have to because there is no beginning. There never was. Only thorough and continuation. Keep pleasure, lose pleasing. Attempts were never meant to be made, only lived. And pushed over the edge...

There is life in this room, a breathing breeding ground of imagination.

Welcome to my Library... of mild Insanity? Here you will find random pieces of random poetry, inspired by toadstools and candles and dusty places. Images that only my mind has been able to create.
And comprehend.

The library, thus, is in all actuality, an eclipsed view into my mind...

THE TIME CAPSULE

FORMALDEHYDE-
Preservation of the mind,
Separation from your kind.
NOWHERE TO HIDE.
Disconcertation is your find,
Reincarnation and you're blind.

The morning after the white hours of the night
You see the earth resting in its still-born state.
-birth cannot be the excuse you use-
to Band-aid a life that feeds on hate.

You stretch your arms up to the sky
To keep your heavens from falling down-
Trembling, afraid to ask the question "why"
Pure as your mother's first wedding gown.

It won't hurt to answer "why"
So long as you're prepared to cry
(Preservation of the mind
Separation from your kind)
Few are bold enough to try-
Your life is not the only lie
(Disconcertation is your find
Reincarnation and you're blind)

Kept the soul soaking for far too long,
Ahead, morgified beyond recognition you pray
And who you are you'll never see-
Hide yourself from the rays of the light of day.

Breed once more with the Chorus of the night
Taste the bitter sweetness of the rancid serpent's bite
Formaldehyde
You were never meant to live in a world that understands
Drink the blood that's pouring from the holes pierced in your hands.
Nowhere to hide.

Preservation of the mind-separation from your kind.
Disconcertation is your find-reincarnation and you're blind

THE LIBERTIES

In a pool of lifeless mercy,
there will swim the twisted hand-
Awaiting the bands of freedom,
justice in its high demand.
Aclawed for a sake of pity,
no one screens the final call-
It will beat among the thrushes
as it ruffles out the fall.
Alone it sits in anguish it
will heed to the highest bid,
Acrying its last breath of life
in the treasures it had hid.
Ababied in a solemn hall
it will green with polished brine
Aholding onto cherished lies-
it burns the life-saving line.

THE PAST

The curtain is drawn 'cross the inky night sky-
A whispery breath lets the spirits draw night.
A shudder, a scream and the world stands still
Awaiting the beast that will suck in its will

The earth gives a tremor, glowing eyes 'round appear
The humans are walking glazed over in fear.
The air hot, stifling, the demons await
They lay golden apples as creamy-filled bait.

A living contentment and all beasties are fed
The human cries silent pale faces and red.
All creatures together harmonically living
Fost'rin the silence we're constantly giving.

UNTITLED

The day is dark and grey.
And there are no words to pray.
And the moon sheds her silent tears on the earth on this mournful day.

Every man stands alone.
And the sobs have a muffled tone.
And the earth sheds her silent tears on the earth with a rending moan.

The children's laughter is gone.
And the poets have ceased their song.
And the earth sheds her silent tears on the earth with heartbreak strong.

The haters keep on killing.
And the stories are ever more chilling.
And the moon with her heartbreak strong in silent
tears and rending moan finds her
voice becomes more stilling,
And the moon sheds her silent tears on the earth with a voice more stilling.

THE BALIFF

The integrity of a man
A hunter, despised. Purpled in rage.
Seduced by law and
ironies of men-
Captured by intense rays of humanity,
Untrusting, faithful,
paying homage to the iron bars encasing his soul.

So i often sacrifice content for rhyme and meter. i am an addict to perfection.
What? You don't like it? As if i care... find another room. My library is not for you.

The graphics on this page belong to Elizabeth Mitchell, copyright April 1999, and were created especially for The Keep of The Dreaming. Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate: In other words, do not borrow (re: STEAL) without permission. That's what we call illegal, boys and girls.