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Icarus, A little boy, One day wished For wings to fly. Daedalus loved him, Far too much To tell him no. So, made him  Out of metal things, An airplane that gleams.  
He was always warned That riches destroy But how can such greatness Turn out so sour? It brought prizes and happiness
There once was a man named Daedalus Known as a dentist of excellence He sampled some Vicodin Now he’s imprisoned in A habit of common excrescence   A habit which started with booze
Machines clink, Chips drop, Shouts of joy sound and groans of loss as money is exchanged. The air thick with alcoholic breath. A golden haze around the highest bidder  and the biggest winner by far.
All the moon knows how to do is consume, And reflection was never enough for me Hubris- is a dangerous thing. I was 17 when we first kissed,
When he gazes at her it is in full view of her beauty and to spite those, who say he shouldn't, He is in love with her.  Her skin is warm. So warm that he thinks she might be able to warm his heart,
you were always one to reach for the stars   your dad gave you wings and hoped you’d be content with the sky he was afraid
they say he died of drowning because the wax of his wings melted. but that isn't true. he died from the cold. the ice gripped and clawed at his wings weighing them down
I’m Icarus, And I’ve always wanted to fly! That’s why I went to flight school And tried my best to apply!   They didn’t like my grades, though, All except science. My dad’s really, really smart
The Last Flight Have you heard of a story about a boy name Icarus, who use wing of wax to give him flight
Icarus a boy young and bold This pilot's story told  Brave and true he flew Straight through Blood and fright of flight or fight But he flew too high the enemy's guns blazed true
Icarus a boy young and bold This pilot's story told  Brave and true he flew Straight through Blood and fright of flight or fight But he flew too high the enemy's guns blazed true
Wings out stretched, feathers fluttering in the wind. "Don't go towards the sun," they said. "you'll fall to your death" So Icarus stayed low
He was looking at me with a hunger in his face that boys like me learn to ignore as soon as we can climb a tree. I have never climbed a tree. I was curious.   “What are you
Daedalus survived aboard a stationIn the dark void of spaceHis son, Icarus, felt immense elationAs he worked alongside him at a faster pace Today they could see the red giantUp close and personal
perhaps  the story goes differently  this time just like  the last time icarus falls but this time someone is there to break his fall apollo couldn't
Daedalus shows him how to shave, Teaches where the razor glides smooth, shows him where his adam’s apple will grow. It’s a simple task, one better late than never
While I have always sought affection amongts the secrets of the night,  Sharing kinship with the shadows,  Relishing fromt the solitary seduction of it,   I cannot ignore the Sun.  
A loose excerpt from The Icarus Complex:   There was a child named Icarus, Who always dreamed of touching the stars. They had wonderful intelligent parents.  God were they intelligent, 
The inexorable creep of sleep seeps into my toes worries and woes Thrown out my window. For during good times I have flown too close to the sun.
Dear Icarus, you poor, poor soul, Forever a cautionary tale That reaching for the blue, bright sky Is doomed to always fail.   Were you truly at fault? All you wanted was to fly.
I wish I didn't dream so big The ground is a hard place With only blood and melted wax wings To cusion the fall  
The first thing I saw when I met you Were your wings, held close behind Tucked and folded, neatly hidden A stifled source of pride.   I loved you for your wings, Though I knew they would be your demise
I am Icarus who is in love with the Sun.   In your own sweet and delicate way,You are a burning light of emberThat has sparked what is nowA raging inferno within my soul.  
I lie in distant planes of a lost timeAnd my groans and sighs echo against the stones at my feet.For two waxen demons sit on my shoulderssAnd have grown too heavy for my frame.A wing made of wax cannot be folded;Neither can it bear the weight of I
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling that this dream has come true Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
Informed; I pack my deserted island duffle bag Like Icarus and Sisyphus I set my feet to sand Action cannot exist as past, and my time is at hand Whether fall, fail or crumble I have nothing but my will
WAX
The summers are hot, but you are hotter.   Your wings are made of wax melting nothing left but a paint by numbers.   You tell me it’s okay,
Poor little Icarus so far from home. Freedom filled him up but weighed down his bones.   Poor little Icarus fell into the water. By the light of the sun
Pandora Foolish girl You let your curiosity get the best of you And opened the box That forsaken box And now your brethren and children Will suffer A fate of sins and evil
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee! Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing, Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing, In Crete, that wretched place,
In education, there lies miscommunication,  misinformation, and misinterpretation-- for bright-eyed students lose their naivety and become hard, cold, and cynical; like the ones that teach.
Imprisoned, trapped, confined, Prey to those who hunt us, but blessed with genius, with cunning. The wings of freedom on our backs provide our only hope; the gateway to the heavens,
  Oh Icarus,Look at your broken form;You tried so hardTo be a god,But they clipped your wingsAnd spit on your pride,Oh Icarus,Tell me,How does it feel to beMortal now?  
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