was sitting in the Sous chef's office earlier tonight and wrote this, was depressed. here's what I wrote on a post it note.
Dying for yesterday
Crying at the mistakes I made
Wanting another chance
To get to the big dance
Thinking of times gone past
God, I wish, not so fast
Friday, 31 July 2015
Well, here's some poems I've written here and then and whenever I experience something that kicks my writing mind into gear.
Feel free to comment on them, they don't have titles or anything.
My love is like a secret admirer,
Whose shadow lay outlined by a starlit aura,
Conducing me with the attributes of an inspirer,
Beauty outmatching the fragrance of Flora*.
Glowing gaze as warm as sunrise,
Abysmal figure condoning lust,
Unfathomable tales in amber eyes,
Passion uncovered in gestures of trust.
Teardrops falling like azure petals,
For heartbroken efforts of endless embrace,
Reflections of pastimes, shining like metals,
Remembrance of lost love, travelled in lace.
*Greek Goddess of Flowers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the midnight heaven's burning,
I stand amongst you gently yearning,
Reaching out for one loving embrace,
Only to be passed by your alluring grace.
Love me, do you, I see no remorse,
Asking for me sits Him on His horse,
Blackest of gauntlets holding his grip,
I gasp out for you, don't let me slip...
Slipping into the darkest abysmal sky,
Without love there's no room to fly,
I fall without times advances taking tolls on me,
Without you, it seems like eternity...
Captivated in a spell of wondering lust,
I look for the gift that will give me your trust,
You gaze into me with your starlit eyes,
As I lay down on rose pedals, you watch me die.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Through the ghoul-guarded gates of slumber,
Past the sanctuary of holy embrace,
I take in my breath of ceaseless number,
Only to have it laid to waste.
Fictional days of childhood memory,
Abounding nights of restless wake,
Falling into a nightmare of a withered century,
Where Death awaits for one single mistake.
High atop His throne of conflagrant flames,
Reigns the judge of life and death,
Controlling the realms of undead claims,
Reaching out his grasp to Seth.
Unwinding pathway to the heavens,
Littered with souls of a lost sermon,
Whispering a name unlawful to neven,
Seeking a kingdom cleansed of these vermin.
Drifting drastically throughout the abyss,
Angelic voices bringing hope to wandering spirits,
Convential palisades sheltering bliss,
Passing through redemption, redeeming your merit.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This last one I wrote when my brother died.
We lived together, in juxtapose,
Gazing upon one as the other one grows,
Now I cling to what's left in mourning embrace,
Garnishing your sepulchre in abysmal black lace.
I stand empty as I bear witness to your eulogy,
Words can never describe what you meant to me.
Inside my hearts turned into a cold hue of jade,
For what reason have I been given that you had to fade...
And what of the family which is left behind,
Upon what table are they to dine?
Relinquishing you to Him on His throne,
We lay down our hearts for these reasons unknown.
Stinging tears that puncture the soul,
Your leaving has left countless feel null.
What do people name these pains I feel deep inside,
Everyday we spent together I look at with pride...
...straight to the heavens I pray you do glide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Feel free to comment on them, they don't have titles or anything.
My love is like a secret admirer,
Whose shadow lay outlined by a starlit aura,
Conducing me with the attributes of an inspirer,
Beauty outmatching the fragrance of Flora*.
Glowing gaze as warm as sunrise,
Abysmal figure condoning lust,
Unfathomable tales in amber eyes,
Passion uncovered in gestures of trust.
Teardrops falling like azure petals,
For heartbroken efforts of endless embrace,
Reflections of pastimes, shining like metals,
Remembrance of lost love, travelled in lace.
*Greek Goddess of Flowers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the midnight heaven's burning,
I stand amongst you gently yearning,
Reaching out for one loving embrace,
Only to be passed by your alluring grace.
Love me, do you, I see no remorse,
Asking for me sits Him on His horse,
Blackest of gauntlets holding his grip,
I gasp out for you, don't let me slip...
Slipping into the darkest abysmal sky,
Without love there's no room to fly,
I fall without times advances taking tolls on me,
Without you, it seems like eternity...
Captivated in a spell of wondering lust,
I look for the gift that will give me your trust,
You gaze into me with your starlit eyes,
As I lay down on rose pedals, you watch me die.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Through the ghoul-guarded gates of slumber,
Past the sanctuary of holy embrace,
I take in my breath of ceaseless number,
Only to have it laid to waste.
Fictional days of childhood memory,
Abounding nights of restless wake,
Falling into a nightmare of a withered century,
Where Death awaits for one single mistake.
High atop His throne of conflagrant flames,
Reigns the judge of life and death,
Controlling the realms of undead claims,
Reaching out his grasp to Seth.
Unwinding pathway to the heavens,
Littered with souls of a lost sermon,
Whispering a name unlawful to neven,
Seeking a kingdom cleansed of these vermin.
Drifting drastically throughout the abyss,
Angelic voices bringing hope to wandering spirits,
Convential palisades sheltering bliss,
Passing through redemption, redeeming your merit.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This last one I wrote when my brother died.
We lived together, in juxtapose,
Gazing upon one as the other one grows,
Now I cling to what's left in mourning embrace,
Garnishing your sepulchre in abysmal black lace.
I stand empty as I bear witness to your eulogy,
Words can never describe what you meant to me.
Inside my hearts turned into a cold hue of jade,
For what reason have I been given that you had to fade...
And what of the family which is left behind,
Upon what table are they to dine?
Relinquishing you to Him on His throne,
We lay down our hearts for these reasons unknown.
Stinging tears that puncture the soul,
Your leaving has left countless feel null.
What do people name these pains I feel deep inside,
Everyday we spent together I look at with pride...
...straight to the heavens I pray you do glide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thursday, 30 July 2015
Pantry Poem #2 "Standing Here Doing Dishes"
Standing Here Doing Dishes
thinking of my top wishes
One is her
Two is that
I really wish I could wear a hat
Fix my car
Clean my room
I don't want to sweep
but I'm getting the broom
Chef yells
I jump
or our heads
we will bump
where's that raise
I get no praise
maybe they'll grow out of that phase?
Work is hard
but life is swell
most wish they could eat so well
But still I think
of dreams and wishes
Standing Here, Doing Dishes
__________________
Pipboy2000, Supreme Allied Commander UVCDF
thinking of my top wishes
One is her
Two is that
I really wish I could wear a hat
Fix my car
Clean my room
I don't want to sweep
but I'm getting the broom
Chef yells
I jump
or our heads
we will bump
where's that raise
I get no praise
maybe they'll grow out of that phase?
Work is hard
but life is swell
most wish they could eat so well
But still I think
of dreams and wishes
Standing Here, Doing Dishes
__________________
Pipboy2000, Supreme Allied Commander UVCDF
-Untitled-
I have not exactly frequented this part of the village, but I thought I'd post this I found on my computer.. wrote it a while back.
-Untitled-
After a rest too short
Leaving for a week too long
I lie on my bed
With nothing but my sorrow for company
Not a life I’ve chosen
They cast this misery upon me.
I share it with a hundred others.
Yet I am all alone.
They took away all I love
Gave me little in return
They’re taking away my summer
And offering only a dark winter
All I have to hang on to
Is a faint hope of better days
But that hope grows weaker by the minute
My drowned cry for help goes unheard
There is one that can ease me
But we are miles apart
A gentle touch or smile can heal
What a lifetime of misery caused.
Grant this wish
Compensation for my pain
Cut the distance between us
Cut the cord that ties my misfortune to me.
-Untitled-
After a rest too short
Leaving for a week too long
I lie on my bed
With nothing but my sorrow for company
Not a life I’ve chosen
They cast this misery upon me.
I share it with a hundred others.
Yet I am all alone.
They took away all I love
Gave me little in return
They’re taking away my summer
And offering only a dark winter
All I have to hang on to
Is a faint hope of better days
But that hope grows weaker by the minute
My drowned cry for help goes unheard
There is one that can ease me
But we are miles apart
A gentle touch or smile can heal
What a lifetime of misery caused.
Grant this wish
Compensation for my pain
Cut the distance between us
Cut the cord that ties my misfortune to me.
Wednesday, 29 July 2015
The darker side of romantic love songs
Completely fictional, so don't call the cops just yet: ![]()
How I really feel
I have a dream, hope it comes through
It's about just me and you
If I had the power you would find
it could give me peace of mind.
When I'm walking down an empty street
you're the one I'd like to meet.
When you look into my eyes
A feeling inside - I must hide
I hope to get you all alone
Far away from telephones.
Tell you how I feel
Move in for the kill
I'd look deep into your eyes
Show you where my problem lies.
Wouldn't it be such a thrill
God I wish my eyes could kill
How I really feel
I have a dream, hope it comes through
It's about just me and you
If I had the power you would find
it could give me peace of mind.
When I'm walking down an empty street
you're the one I'd like to meet.
When you look into my eyes
A feeling inside - I must hide
I hope to get you all alone
Far away from telephones.
Tell you how I feel
Move in for the kill
I'd look deep into your eyes
Show you where my problem lies.
Wouldn't it be such a thrill
God I wish my eyes could kill
Away.
Wind blows,
Cherry fall,
Blossom,
Tear drops,
Heart drenches,
Broken,
Sword sings,
Knife dances,
Clash;
My heart aches with the dripping sound of your foot steps,
Walking, slowly, away.
Cherry fall,
Blossom,
Tear drops,
Heart drenches,
Broken,
Sword sings,
Knife dances,
Clash;
My heart aches with the dripping sound of your foot steps,
Walking, slowly, away.
Tuesday, 28 July 2015
torture
Fringed, frayed, fried,
memories of you,
crumbles in the wind,
Battered, bruised, banished,
my darkened soul,
bathes in the blood,
I trembled, swayed, to that sweet nectar of your scent.
That rolling hill of black forest, tingles at my caress.
Oh my dear Caroline, won't you stop this sweet torture,
gnawing away at the deep crevice of my heart,
as I slip away.
memories of you,
crumbles in the wind,
Battered, bruised, banished,
my darkened soul,
bathes in the blood,
I trembled, swayed, to that sweet nectar of your scent.
That rolling hill of black forest, tingles at my caress.
Oh my dear Caroline, won't you stop this sweet torture,
gnawing away at the deep crevice of my heart,
as I slip away.
Tell a real story.
Unclear, unseen, unsighted,
My twiching eyes blood shot like the strawberry.
Drip, drip, as the rain hits the glass,
Sweat, rain, and tears all roll into one,
drowning in its sorrow.
The cat beckons, the fat woman sings.
Mango, Taro, Tangerine dances in my eyes,
The sourness cleansed me,
The sweetness graps me,
and the smoothness washes all over me.
Life, Ace of spades,
goals, careers,
pain.
Dark, stormy, and thundering.
The night is as young as a new born baby.
While I've been through enough seasons to witness the demise of several specie's life time.
Purpose, meaning, Apathy.
Is there more to this than life?
Breathing, Eating, Shedding.
Peeling.
Change.
My twiching eyes blood shot like the strawberry.
Drip, drip, as the rain hits the glass,
Sweat, rain, and tears all roll into one,
drowning in its sorrow.
The cat beckons, the fat woman sings.
Mango, Taro, Tangerine dances in my eyes,
The sourness cleansed me,
The sweetness graps me,
and the smoothness washes all over me.
Life, Ace of spades,
goals, careers,
pain.
Dark, stormy, and thundering.
The night is as young as a new born baby.
While I've been through enough seasons to witness the demise of several specie's life time.
Purpose, meaning, Apathy.
Is there more to this than life?
Breathing, Eating, Shedding.
Peeling.
Change.
Monday, 27 July 2015
"Start a War"
The damn gooks steal our bread
Start a war!
We will avenge our dead
Start a war!
We’re engaging in regime change
Start a war!
Stocks falter on the exchange
Start a war!
If you’ve gotten up
On the wrong side of the bed
We’ll do our very best
To make the other fellow dead
Reject defense contract bids
Start a War!
Drugs are ruining our kids
Start a War!
Those damn liberal teachers
Start a War!
Kill the fundamentalist preachers
Start a War!
It’s nothing personal really
We must, never, never give into hate
It’s the absolutely correct thing to do
All the opinion polls agree, as of late
We will democratize Iraqi society
Start a War!
We’ve hit a soft spot in the economy
Start a War!
Israel must withdraw to the 1972 borders
Start a War!
Palestine must follow the United Nation’s orders
Start a War!
We’ve made every reasonable overture
Exhausted all means of diplomacy
We’ve run out of peaceful options
Now we pray on bended knee
Get the British out of Ireland!
Start a War!
Taiwan will not join the mainland
Start a War!
We must eliminate poverty
Start a War!
We will have a Great Society
Start a War!
Start a war!
We will avenge our dead
Start a war!
We’re engaging in regime change
Start a war!
Stocks falter on the exchange
Start a war!
If you’ve gotten up
On the wrong side of the bed
We’ll do our very best
To make the other fellow dead
Reject defense contract bids
Start a War!
Drugs are ruining our kids
Start a War!
Those damn liberal teachers
Start a War!
Kill the fundamentalist preachers
Start a War!
It’s nothing personal really
We must, never, never give into hate
It’s the absolutely correct thing to do
All the opinion polls agree, as of late
We will democratize Iraqi society
Start a War!
We’ve hit a soft spot in the economy
Start a War!
Israel must withdraw to the 1972 borders
Start a War!
Palestine must follow the United Nation’s orders
Start a War!
We’ve made every reasonable overture
Exhausted all means of diplomacy
We’ve run out of peaceful options
Now we pray on bended knee
Get the British out of Ireland!
Start a War!
Taiwan will not join the mainland
Start a War!
We must eliminate poverty
Start a War!
We will have a Great Society
Start a War!
Sunday, 26 July 2015
"20 lines or less"
For it simply must be 20 lines or less
No longer, and your structure not a mess
For if your verse is mediocre
And the subject is Al Roker
We'll not stand for it in this contest!
If you can write of flowers, love and beauty
How nice!
And if you've no rythm, meter or reason
We pay full price!
Just type out a simple screed
On what star-crossed lover's need
And it's almost guaranteed
Top dollar, you'll receive
But it must be 20 lines or less!
Any more, is a sin without redress
We simply have no time
For a longish, metered rythm
So just finish quickly and be crowned the best!
As long as it is 20 lines or less.
No longer, and your structure not a mess
For if your verse is mediocre
And the subject is Al Roker
We'll not stand for it in this contest!
If you can write of flowers, love and beauty
How nice!
And if you've no rythm, meter or reason
We pay full price!
Just type out a simple screed
On what star-crossed lover's need
And it's almost guaranteed
Top dollar, you'll receive
But it must be 20 lines or less!
Any more, is a sin without redress
We simply have no time
For a longish, metered rythm
So just finish quickly and be crowned the best!
As long as it is 20 lines or less.
'moonlight beach'
by: bud newman
[06.14.03]
we took the new car out for a spin and you tilted that seat back as far as it could bend. i may not have been looking but i'm sure i could see you peek at me while i watched the road intently, attempting to maintain the innocent pretense of quiet slumber. let it be known that i was clued in to your intentions from the beginning; and if it was like a playful game to you, rest assured that i let you win long ago. little did i know that i would be the prize, but to my benefit the bounty was given from another. it was from he who gives so abundantly, the one who gives the true gift of life — and the true gift in life is you, my dear.
of all the poetry and melodious refrain that have told of crashing waves against the cool welcoming sand, none was such a testament to the sheer joy of the night as your heart poured out, beaming with reverence to the lord of element and order. the air was biting in that soft, familiar soothing way, the kind that makes your skin and nerves and tiny hairs all dance in place. our legs, arms, neck and all that could be found to wrap around another simply wrapped around the hope of christ among us. i knew and know and always understand the love you have for him and to a lesser end, your love for me.
Saturday, 25 July 2015
Tell a real story.
Unclear, unseen, unsighted,
My twiching eyes blood shot like the strawberry.
Drip, drip, as the rain hits the glass,
Sweat, rain, and tears all roll into one,
drowning in its sorrow.
The cat beckons, the fat woman sings.
Mango, Taro, Tangerine dances in my eyes,
The sourness cleansed me,
The sweetness graps me,
and the smoothness washes all over me.
Life, Ace of spades,
goals, careers,
pain.
Dark, stormy, and thundering.
The night is as young as a new born baby.
While I've been through enough seasons to witness the demise of several specie's life time.
Purpose, meaning, Apathy.
Is there more to this than life?
Breathing, Eating, Shedding.
Peeling.
Change.
My twiching eyes blood shot like the strawberry.
Drip, drip, as the rain hits the glass,
Sweat, rain, and tears all roll into one,
drowning in its sorrow.
The cat beckons, the fat woman sings.
Mango, Taro, Tangerine dances in my eyes,
The sourness cleansed me,
The sweetness graps me,
and the smoothness washes all over me.
Life, Ace of spades,
goals, careers,
pain.
Dark, stormy, and thundering.
The night is as young as a new born baby.
While I've been through enough seasons to witness the demise of several specie's life time.
Purpose, meaning, Apathy.
Is there more to this than life?
Breathing, Eating, Shedding.
Peeling.
Change.
"Start a War"
The damn gooks steal our bread
Start a war!
We will avenge our dead
Start a war!
We’re engaging in regime change
Start a war!
Stocks falter on the exchange
Start a war!
If you’ve gotten up
On the wrong side of the bed
We’ll do our very best
To make the other fellow dead
Reject defense contract bids
Start a War!
Drugs are ruining our kids
Start a War!
Those damn liberal teachers
Start a War!
Kill the fundamentalist preachers
Start a War!
It’s nothing personal really
We must, never, never give into hate
It’s the absolutely correct thing to do
All the opinion polls agree, as of late
We will democratize Iraqi society
Start a War!
We’ve hit a soft spot in the economy
Start a War!
Israel must withdraw to the 1972 borders
Start a War!
Palestine must follow the United Nation’s orders
Start a War!
We’ve made every reasonable overture
Exhausted all means of diplomacy
We’ve run out of peaceful options
Now we pray on bended knee
Get the British out of Ireland!
Start a War!
Taiwan will not join the mainland
Start a War!
We must eliminate poverty
Start a War!
We will have a Great Society
Start a War!
Start a war!
We will avenge our dead
Start a war!
We’re engaging in regime change
Start a war!
Stocks falter on the exchange
Start a war!
If you’ve gotten up
On the wrong side of the bed
We’ll do our very best
To make the other fellow dead
Reject defense contract bids
Start a War!
Drugs are ruining our kids
Start a War!
Those damn liberal teachers
Start a War!
Kill the fundamentalist preachers
Start a War!
It’s nothing personal really
We must, never, never give into hate
It’s the absolutely correct thing to do
All the opinion polls agree, as of late
We will democratize Iraqi society
Start a War!
We’ve hit a soft spot in the economy
Start a War!
Israel must withdraw to the 1972 borders
Start a War!
Palestine must follow the United Nation’s orders
Start a War!
We’ve made every reasonable overture
Exhausted all means of diplomacy
We’ve run out of peaceful options
Now we pray on bended knee
Get the British out of Ireland!
Start a War!
Taiwan will not join the mainland
Start a War!
We must eliminate poverty
Start a War!
We will have a Great Society
Start a War!
Friday, 24 July 2015
"20 lines or less"
For it simply must be 20 lines or less
No longer, and your structure not a mess
For if your verse is mediocre
And the subject is Al Roker
We'll not stand for it in this contest!
If you can write of flowers, love and beauty
How nice!
And if you've no rythm, meter or reason
We pay full price!
Just type out a simple screed
On what star-crossed lover's need
And it's almost guaranteed
Top dollar, you'll receive
But it must be 20 lines or less!
Any more, is a sin without redress
We simply have no time
For a longish, metered rythm
So just finish quickly and be crowned the best!
As long as it is 20 lines or less.
No longer, and your structure not a mess
For if your verse is mediocre
And the subject is Al Roker
We'll not stand for it in this contest!
If you can write of flowers, love and beauty
How nice!
And if you've no rythm, meter or reason
We pay full price!
Just type out a simple screed
On what star-crossed lover's need
And it's almost guaranteed
Top dollar, you'll receive
But it must be 20 lines or less!
Any more, is a sin without redress
We simply have no time
For a longish, metered rythm
So just finish quickly and be crowned the best!
As long as it is 20 lines or less.
'moonlight beach'
by: bud newman
[06.14.03]
we took the new car out for a spin and you tilted that seat back as far as it could bend. i may not have been looking but i'm sure i could see you peek at me while i watched the road intently, attempting to maintain the innocent pretense of quiet slumber. let it be known that i was clued in to your intentions from the beginning; and if it was like a playful game to you, rest assured that i let you win long ago. little did i know that i would be the prize, but to my benefit the bounty was given from another. it was from he who gives so abundantly, the one who gives the true gift of life — and the true gift in life is you, my dear.
of all the poetry and melodious refrain that have told of crashing waves against the cool welcoming sand, none was such a testament to the sheer joy of the night as your heart poured out, beaming with reverence to the lord of element and order. the air was biting in that soft, familiar soothing way, the kind that makes your skin and nerves and tiny hairs all dance in place. our legs, arms, neck and all that could be found to wrap around another simply wrapped around the hope of christ among us. i knew and know and always understand the love you have for him and to a lesser end, your love for me.
[06.14.03]
we took the new car out for a spin and you tilted that seat back as far as it could bend. i may not have been looking but i'm sure i could see you peek at me while i watched the road intently, attempting to maintain the innocent pretense of quiet slumber. let it be known that i was clued in to your intentions from the beginning; and if it was like a playful game to you, rest assured that i let you win long ago. little did i know that i would be the prize, but to my benefit the bounty was given from another. it was from he who gives so abundantly, the one who gives the true gift of life — and the true gift in life is you, my dear.
of all the poetry and melodious refrain that have told of crashing waves against the cool welcoming sand, none was such a testament to the sheer joy of the night as your heart poured out, beaming with reverence to the lord of element and order. the air was biting in that soft, familiar soothing way, the kind that makes your skin and nerves and tiny hairs all dance in place. our legs, arms, neck and all that could be found to wrap around another simply wrapped around the hope of christ among us. i knew and know and always understand the love you have for him and to a lesser end, your love for me.
Thursday, 23 July 2015
my tears flood the words i write
my heart pumps a mile a minute, and flows out of the wound
my eyes red and swollen
my heart slowly disintergrating
my fingers broken and badly bruised
my legs weak and bleeding
thats how i feel
i look a wreck
i feel a mess
for you i will dearly miss
forever is what i want
never is what ill get
its done but ill never forget
we can never be friends
we can just never be
all i want is you
all i get is pain
i wish i never hurt you
my wish will never come true
this pain i have is killing me
this hate i have is defening me
our love was joyous
our pain is now
my heart is broken, never to mend
i end this with wings on my back
but forever... a broken halo
my heart pumps a mile a minute, and flows out of the wound
my eyes red and swollen
my heart slowly disintergrating
my fingers broken and badly bruised
my legs weak and bleeding
thats how i feel
i look a wreck
i feel a mess
for you i will dearly miss
forever is what i want
never is what ill get
its done but ill never forget
we can never be friends
we can just never be
all i want is you
all i get is pain
i wish i never hurt you
my wish will never come true
this pain i have is killing me
this hate i have is defening me
our love was joyous
our pain is now
my heart is broken, never to mend
i end this with wings on my back
but forever... a broken halo
Wednesday, 22 July 2015
I am flaccid, Spent.
The popular use of the word is a perfect metaphor.
I feel the fact of the strength
I have the urge to use the strength
But the strength eludes my grasping
Lacking of the apropriate stimulus
For too long, and with too much intensity did my candle burn
Spent. Flaccid. Consumed
Unable to have the passion,
perhaps just unable to experiance it
to possess it, to be possessed by it.
A wick is spent, gone, as real and unobtainable as time
the wax wasted, though.
too much discarded and strewn
gathered, and a new reason; a new wick,
then, a new candle...
Only, what is the wick?
the reason?
the stimulus?
The popular use of the word is a perfect metaphor.
I feel the fact of the strength
I have the urge to use the strength
But the strength eludes my grasping
Lacking of the apropriate stimulus
For too long, and with too much intensity did my candle burn
Spent. Flaccid. Consumed
Unable to have the passion,
perhaps just unable to experiance it
to possess it, to be possessed by it.
A wick is spent, gone, as real and unobtainable as time
the wax wasted, though.
too much discarded and strewn
gathered, and a new reason; a new wick,
then, a new candle...
Only, what is the wick?
the reason?
the stimulus?
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
The Wood Carver
There lies before me, a piece of a tree
And as I sit in quiet contemplation
I wonder what you would like to be
And as I wait for the wood to speak
Not looking for a revelation
Hoping only for imaginations peek
And as I hold my simple chisel
Not quite ready for that touch
My imagination, about to sizzle
As I begin to see what lies within
Ready to be released
The time has almost come to begin
And so I place my tool upon the wood
And make a sharp caress
This is the part that feels most good
And after many sharp caresses to this tree
I get the revelation
And I see, just what it wanted to be
And as I sit in quiet contemplation
I wonder what you would like to be
And as I wait for the wood to speak
Not looking for a revelation
Hoping only for imaginations peek
And as I hold my simple chisel
Not quite ready for that touch
My imagination, about to sizzle
As I begin to see what lies within
Ready to be released
The time has almost come to begin
And so I place my tool upon the wood
And make a sharp caress
This is the part that feels most good
And after many sharp caresses to this tree
I get the revelation
And I see, just what it wanted to be
Pathos for the (big) issue
rough (not very good) poem I went through a bit of a poetry stage a while ago, this is one of the poems I wrote, the big issue is a magazine homeless people in britain sell.
Pathos for the (big) issue
Past pride?
He’s a Mister Hyde
Jekyle long gone
His face forlorn.
So! his elixir?
Chalk fixer
His youth spent
By its alcohol content
His mind rent
This man on the street
No shoes on his feet
He begs for my money!
I rhyme the retort ‘you must be funny’
Run for my money
Excuse the punnie
I stop a guilty man
Could’ve gained a fan
If I hadn’t ran
Should’ve gave him money.
Guilty.
Ain’t it funny
Pathos for the (big) issue
Past pride?
He’s a Mister Hyde
Jekyle long gone
His face forlorn.
So! his elixir?
Chalk fixer
His youth spent
By its alcohol content
His mind rent
This man on the street
No shoes on his feet
He begs for my money!
I rhyme the retort ‘you must be funny’
Run for my money
Excuse the punnie
I stop a guilty man
Could’ve gained a fan
If I hadn’t ran
Should’ve gave him money.
Guilty.
Ain’t it funny
Monday, 20 July 2015
I am slowly disappearing,
Less essence to what I am,
Since you don’t see me.
And I bump into strangers on purpose,
Just so they will glance,
And after time
Even they don’t notice.
My voice whispers in your ear,
And like a small bug
You shoo me away.
As I disappear a tear drops from my eye,
To land on your hand,
You look into the sky
And say it looks like rain,
So you go inside,
Locking me out,
Since you didn’t see me.
And I stand out here,
In the raindrops that are really my tears
And after awhile, even those are gone.
k.a.Stryker © 6:00pm July 20, 2001
Less essence to what I am,
Since you don’t see me.
And I bump into strangers on purpose,
Just so they will glance,
And after time
Even they don’t notice.
My voice whispers in your ear,
And like a small bug
You shoo me away.
As I disappear a tear drops from my eye,
To land on your hand,
You look into the sky
And say it looks like rain,
So you go inside,
Locking me out,
Since you didn’t see me.
And I stand out here,
In the raindrops that are really my tears
And after awhile, even those are gone.
k.a.Stryker © 6:00pm July 20, 2001
Once again the worlds in turmoil
Enemies once again to foil
You think they would have learned the lesson
It’s much better when your fishin
If all the world would smoke a joint
I’m willing to bet they’d get the point
We don’t need war and strife
We need only to enjoy our life
So light one up and have a toke with me
It’s a much better place to be
And if at first you don’t succeed
A little more is all you need
Enemies once again to foil
You think they would have learned the lesson
It’s much better when your fishin
If all the world would smoke a joint
I’m willing to bet they’d get the point
We don’t need war and strife
We need only to enjoy our life
So light one up and have a toke with me
It’s a much better place to be
And if at first you don’t succeed
A little more is all you need
Even now, i curse the day--
and yet, i think, very few come
within the compass of my curse.
Wherein i did not some notorious ill
as kill a man or devise his death.
Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself;
Cause poor mens cattle to break their necks;
Set fire to barns and haystacks in the night
and bid the owners quench them with thier tears.
Oft have i digged dead men from their graves
and set them upright at their dear friends doors,
even when their sorrows were almost forgot.
And on their skins, like barks of tree
have with my knife, carve in roman letters.
"LET NOT THY SORROW DIE, THOUGH I AM DEAD!"
I have done a thousand dreadful things
as willing as one would kill a fly...
And nothing grieve me heartily indeed
but that i cannot do ten thousand more....
Well, did u all like... Not bad for the an insane soldier right!?
and yet, i think, very few come
within the compass of my curse.
Wherein i did not some notorious ill
as kill a man or devise his death.
Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it;
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself;
Cause poor mens cattle to break their necks;
Set fire to barns and haystacks in the night
and bid the owners quench them with thier tears.
Oft have i digged dead men from their graves
and set them upright at their dear friends doors,
even when their sorrows were almost forgot.
And on their skins, like barks of tree
have with my knife, carve in roman letters.
"LET NOT THY SORROW DIE, THOUGH I AM DEAD!"
I have done a thousand dreadful things
as willing as one would kill a fly...
And nothing grieve me heartily indeed
but that i cannot do ten thousand more....
Well, did u all like... Not bad for the an insane soldier right!?
Love
another little love peom I seem to be writing a lot of love poems lately, though im not sure why. So if you guys get tired of them just give me a nudge
Love
I have a love for you that the highest mountain
could not shadow
or the deepest of oceans could not cover
it is as eternal as the universe
sweeter than any confection made by man or god
it knows no boundries or limits
it consumes me like the hottest of suns
i can only think of you and your love and how it resides
deep with in my soul
dwelling there like a burning ember that cannot be extinguished
the finding and falling the greatest of journeys
second only to traveling life with you
you have awakened with in me things I thought were lost
the greatest of gifts
and the sweetest of joys
Love
I have a love for you that the highest mountain
could not shadow
or the deepest of oceans could not cover
it is as eternal as the universe
sweeter than any confection made by man or god
it knows no boundries or limits
it consumes me like the hottest of suns
i can only think of you and your love and how it resides
deep with in my soul
dwelling there like a burning ember that cannot be extinguished
the finding and falling the greatest of journeys
second only to traveling life with you
you have awakened with in me things I thought were lost
the greatest of gifts
and the sweetest of joys
Sunday, 19 July 2015
How Do I Love You
I love you without question
I care for you without doubt
For me there is only you
You are my fulfillment
My thoughts are filled with only you
I can think of no other joy,
Greater than your love
It fills my soul and gives me peace
You are my music and my art
You are my sunny days and fluffy clouds
I can think of no other pleasure to compare with our love
When the mountains fall and all the oceans are dry
My love for you will endure
For you are my poetry
I care for you without doubt
For me there is only you
You are my fulfillment
My thoughts are filled with only you
I can think of no other joy,
Greater than your love
It fills my soul and gives me peace
You are my music and my art
You are my sunny days and fluffy clouds
I can think of no other pleasure to compare with our love
When the mountains fall and all the oceans are dry
My love for you will endure
For you are my poetry
Alderach gave me a few details and, well, I just added a few. Apparently, some of this is true!
The Chemistry of Alderach
The school was filled with flexing minds,
Burgeoning with self-worth,
Stoked by the very latest technologies,
And the finest instructors on this earth.
But the jewel in the academic crown,
Plain for all to see,
Was the laboratory devoted to science,
More specifically chemistry.
Eager young students assembled expectantly,
Chemical prepped and measured,
The equipment the best available,
For this endeavour was highly treasured.
But Alderach had other ideas,
Roaming through his head,
He thought he’d turn the tables,
Having the instructor blow stuff up instead.
With artful cunning he manipulated,
Cajoled and for a while,
He used his wiles to cunningly convince,
He used his words to beguile.
His instructor was totally mesmerised,
Mixing substances with aplomb,
All the time oblivious,
To his gradually constructed bomb.
Alderach slid silently down,
Underneath his bench,
As the last chemical joined it’s peers,
And released the awful stench.
It rocketed around the room,
Outside it killed the roses,
It stained green all the students,
And burnt the hair from their noses.
It clung to every fabric and surface,
Leaping like a creature feral,
It blinded everyone still conscious,
And rendered every student sterile.
The teacher was faring little better,
Spontaneously triggering mutation,
His third eye and functioning breasts,
Became objects of his fascination.
The alarms were then activated,
The building to be evacuated,
If you were standing near the door,
It seemed students were … never mind.
They tumbled from the door explosively,
Moaning their tortured despair,
Leaving behind treasured possessions,
Their books, their toes, their hair.
But inside the brew bubbled still,
Activated by it’s next phase,
The acid was sentient now,
Unaware of the recent melees.
It seeped over the beaker’s rim,
It’s hunger maniacally unstable,
It devoured the instructor’s notes,
Then dined upon his table.
It ran over the concrete floor,
Absorbing what it could,
It ran over the walls and roof,
Absorbing all the wood.
It ran over the ceiling lights,
It’s size remarkably grown,
It consumed the building’s current,
And eyebrows where they were blown.
It seemed that the globe was doomed,
This creature was so strong,
What had started as just a joke,
Had gone so horribly wrong.
But Alderach was still in control,
The solution he quickly spied,
He gave the creature an Ymir poem,
And the beast choked, then died.
Cheers
The Chemistry of Alderach
The school was filled with flexing minds,
Burgeoning with self-worth,
Stoked by the very latest technologies,
And the finest instructors on this earth.
But the jewel in the academic crown,
Plain for all to see,
Was the laboratory devoted to science,
More specifically chemistry.
Eager young students assembled expectantly,
Chemical prepped and measured,
The equipment the best available,
For this endeavour was highly treasured.
But Alderach had other ideas,
Roaming through his head,
He thought he’d turn the tables,
Having the instructor blow stuff up instead.
With artful cunning he manipulated,
Cajoled and for a while,
He used his wiles to cunningly convince,
He used his words to beguile.
His instructor was totally mesmerised,
Mixing substances with aplomb,
All the time oblivious,
To his gradually constructed bomb.
Alderach slid silently down,
Underneath his bench,
As the last chemical joined it’s peers,
And released the awful stench.
It rocketed around the room,
Outside it killed the roses,
It stained green all the students,
And burnt the hair from their noses.
It clung to every fabric and surface,
Leaping like a creature feral,
It blinded everyone still conscious,
And rendered every student sterile.
The teacher was faring little better,
Spontaneously triggering mutation,
His third eye and functioning breasts,
Became objects of his fascination.
The alarms were then activated,
The building to be evacuated,
If you were standing near the door,
It seemed students were … never mind.
They tumbled from the door explosively,
Moaning their tortured despair,
Leaving behind treasured possessions,
Their books, their toes, their hair.
But inside the brew bubbled still,
Activated by it’s next phase,
The acid was sentient now,
Unaware of the recent melees.
It seeped over the beaker’s rim,
It’s hunger maniacally unstable,
It devoured the instructor’s notes,
Then dined upon his table.
It ran over the concrete floor,
Absorbing what it could,
It ran over the walls and roof,
Absorbing all the wood.
It ran over the ceiling lights,
It’s size remarkably grown,
It consumed the building’s current,
And eyebrows where they were blown.
It seemed that the globe was doomed,
This creature was so strong,
What had started as just a joke,
Had gone so horribly wrong.
But Alderach was still in control,
The solution he quickly spied,
He gave the creature an Ymir poem,
And the beast choked, then died.
Cheers
Saturday, 18 July 2015
My Goodbye Poem
Sifting through the ashes, the product of one fell swoop
Finding joy and happiness, drifting further away, feeling less familiar.
Whatever hope there was, of righting the wrongs,
Staying alive, is gone.
Slipping away, with tired fingers grasping for substance.
He’s falling into the hole we’ll all visit one day.
Even now, as I lay down on my bed, it feels like my grave.
Even know, I know that I am dying.
It’s hard to open my eyes, face the world, and touch reality.
I’m weary of this struggle, and anxious to see what lies beyond eternity.
Here's my Chest,
Wanna see the Rest?
I'm a stud,
don't think I'm a dud.
I'm real fine,
and I'm mine all mine!
Finding joy and happiness, drifting further away, feeling less familiar.
Whatever hope there was, of righting the wrongs,
Staying alive, is gone.
Slipping away, with tired fingers grasping for substance.
He’s falling into the hole we’ll all visit one day.
Even now, as I lay down on my bed, it feels like my grave.
Even know, I know that I am dying.
It’s hard to open my eyes, face the world, and touch reality.
I’m weary of this struggle, and anxious to see what lies beyond eternity.
Here's my Chest,
Wanna see the Rest?
I'm a stud,
don't think I'm a dud.
I'm real fine,
and I'm mine all mine!
Friday, 17 July 2015
Poetry by Felix... (yes I'm serious!)
eeing as it's almost the 14th I'd thought I'd share a bit of the P-Stuff (tm) with ya...
Brace yourselfs....
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds it self betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect Loves;
nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her Tyrannic pow'r depose
And therefore her Decrees of Steel
And that is all
*sees UV'ers running*
for now anyway....
Brace yourselfs....
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds it self betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect Loves;
nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her Tyrannic pow'r depose
And therefore her Decrees of Steel
And that is all
*sees UV'ers running*
for now anyway....
FADE TO BLUE
A Poem I wrote this poem. It's my first attempt at poetry, so it's not Frost or Tennyson. I just had a lot on my mind and I put pen to paper and this is what came out. I don't know if I'm done with it yet, but enjoy what I have so far and let me know what you think.
FADE TO BLUE
Everything is changing,
And fading away.
I know that I can't live
Forever again in yesterday.
Everything familiar,
Fades into the blue.
But it's just the past that's faded,
Not my memories of you.
And I remember all the times,
When I was hurt and scared,
That you were always there to comfort me
And you let me know you cared.
But the path we trod, it faded.
New paths came into view.
We said goodbye and parted,
And I could not follow you.
The last day that I saw you,
Was on your wedding day.
You looked so perfectly happy,
As I watched you fade away.
I stood with all your other friends,
As you walked down the aisle.
And you etched into my memory,
Your tenderhearted smile.
I was so happy for you.
You were perfect on that day.
And it wrenched my heart out,
To let you fade away.
I pray that you'll forgive me,
For fading into the blue,
Without ever confessing,
How much I cared for you.
We can't really know,
If we'll ever meet again.
But I will not forget you.
You are a precious friend.
FADE TO BLUE
Everything is changing,
And fading away.
I know that I can't live
Forever again in yesterday.
Everything familiar,
Fades into the blue.
But it's just the past that's faded,
Not my memories of you.
And I remember all the times,
When I was hurt and scared,
That you were always there to comfort me
And you let me know you cared.
But the path we trod, it faded.
New paths came into view.
We said goodbye and parted,
And I could not follow you.
The last day that I saw you,
Was on your wedding day.
You looked so perfectly happy,
As I watched you fade away.
I stood with all your other friends,
As you walked down the aisle.
And you etched into my memory,
Your tenderhearted smile.
I was so happy for you.
You were perfect on that day.
And it wrenched my heart out,
To let you fade away.
I pray that you'll forgive me,
For fading into the blue,
Without ever confessing,
How much I cared for you.
We can't really know,
If we'll ever meet again.
But I will not forget you.
You are a precious friend.
My hands are tied
As I'm led through the bloody hell of human lies
I fight not to be left to die
But I'm beaten down no matter what I try
And through this battle alone I lay
longing for the dawn of another day
And I know that somehow I must pay
because of what I have taken away
So I force myself to my knees
my eyes are tearful as I beg and plead
"Don't take what has been given to me
So alone again I shall never be..."
As I'm led through the bloody hell of human lies
I fight not to be left to die
But I'm beaten down no matter what I try
And through this battle alone I lay
longing for the dawn of another day
And I know that somehow I must pay
because of what I have taken away
So I force myself to my knees
my eyes are tearful as I beg and plead
"Don't take what has been given to me
So alone again I shall never be..."
Thursday, 16 July 2015
The sun is shining outside
But it’s raining inside my head
I’m a sea of empty water
Giving life yet almost dead
I can’t find the words to tell you
Or even start to explain
I’m just trying to do the right thing
And spare us both the pain
I feel I’ve been placed in shackles
But left without a cell
You and I could be in heaven
So why must we confine ourselves in hell?
We found each other in the darkness
Tending our unhealed wounds alone
We both were looking for direction
After the burning pain we were shown
I don’t know how I feel
It’s getting more difficult to tell
Just put your trust in me
And help me out of my lonely shell
I need to know your feelings
To hold you as we cry again
Then when we arise in the morning
We just might be more than friends
But it’s raining inside my head
I’m a sea of empty water
Giving life yet almost dead
I can’t find the words to tell you
Or even start to explain
I’m just trying to do the right thing
And spare us both the pain
I feel I’ve been placed in shackles
But left without a cell
You and I could be in heaven
So why must we confine ourselves in hell?
We found each other in the darkness
Tending our unhealed wounds alone
We both were looking for direction
After the burning pain we were shown
I don’t know how I feel
It’s getting more difficult to tell
Just put your trust in me
And help me out of my lonely shell
I need to know your feelings
To hold you as we cry again
Then when we arise in the morning
We just might be more than friends
Dawn cracks through my windows
Another sleepless night fades away
Caught in the cycle of the unknown
More and more is pulled from me
I can't stop, not for my own soul
Driven harder every moon rise
Pushed to limits beyond
As that addiction makes me be
I'm making my way somewhere
Enjoying the ride as it comes
Souring my own soul
Please just one more time, Baby
It's over now, it's starting still
Sinking feelings of elation
And as dawn breaks again I know
Won't stop for anybody
Another sleepless night fades away
Caught in the cycle of the unknown
More and more is pulled from me
I can't stop, not for my own soul
Driven harder every moon rise
Pushed to limits beyond
As that addiction makes me be
I'm making my way somewhere
Enjoying the ride as it comes
Souring my own soul
Please just one more time, Baby
It's over now, it's starting still
Sinking feelings of elation
And as dawn breaks again I know
Won't stop for anybody
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
How Does it Feel?
When I look up to the sky,
All I see are your tired old lies,
Heaven wasn't built for me,
So I look away with silent eyes.
How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To comprehend your lies?
How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To lay down and say good-bye?
It feels good.
All I see are your tired old lies,
Heaven wasn't built for me,
So I look away with silent eyes.
How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To comprehend your lies?
How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To lay down and say good-bye?
It feels good.
Punisher
Killing is my business,
And business is good,
You pray to your god,
Doubt he understood.
A shot rings out,
Crimson blood spray,
The bolt slams back,
The scarlet stains the concrete gray.
The mark is down,
I collect my pay,
Made a good wage,
On this damned, bloody day.
Back on the streets,
Waiting for the call,
Give me a name,
I'll kill for all.
My price isn't high,
I enjoy what I do,
But if you stiff me,
I'll make an example of you.
------
And business is good,
You pray to your god,
Doubt he understood.
A shot rings out,
Crimson blood spray,
The bolt slams back,
The scarlet stains the concrete gray.
The mark is down,
I collect my pay,
Made a good wage,
On this damned, bloody day.
Back on the streets,
Waiting for the call,
Give me a name,
I'll kill for all.
My price isn't high,
I enjoy what I do,
But if you stiff me,
I'll make an example of you.
------
Tuesday, 14 July 2015
Face Of Deception
I am so tired, but I just cannot sleep.
I try to open my eyes but they stop me.
I think I may not get as far,
Or anywhere as close as I need to.
Maybe I have already got there
And my eyes are not showing me yet.
Though I don’t know if they mean to help me,
Or if they mean to break my resolve.
Or could it be that I was always here
And the journey was all in my mind?
And you’ve been leading me all this time,
Or have I been leading myself?
Whatever the reason for my discontent,
If it be fact or fiction, or both
It will never be over when I am here
And you cannot be here by my side.
My mouth may never speak the truth,
And my ears may hear only lies.
And my feet stalk in riddles and my hands grasp in rhymes,
But my heart will never die.
I try to open my eyes but they stop me.
I think I may not get as far,
Or anywhere as close as I need to.
Maybe I have already got there
And my eyes are not showing me yet.
Though I don’t know if they mean to help me,
Or if they mean to break my resolve.
Or could it be that I was always here
And the journey was all in my mind?
And you’ve been leading me all this time,
Or have I been leading myself?
Whatever the reason for my discontent,
If it be fact or fiction, or both
It will never be over when I am here
And you cannot be here by my side.
My mouth may never speak the truth,
And my ears may hear only lies.
And my feet stalk in riddles and my hands grasp in rhymes,
But my heart will never die.
My Circles
I am confused.
I can’t be sure, but I think it’s tomorrow.
Or maybe it’s Tuesday, either next or last,
And I’ve slept too long and I’m right back where I began.
Can you please help me work it out?
I am not happy.
I’m spinning in circles, turning back the way I came.
And then turning the same circle again.
I know why it’s like this, but I can’t change it.
I think I must be scared of the unknown.
I can’t comprehend.
I wake up in the morning, then go to sleep in the evening.
This routine is killing me slowly.
So I’ll go home and turn on the TV,
And get drunk and forget for a few hours.
I see an exit.
But it’s just out of my grasp, I reach but I can’t touch it.
The light is at the end of the tunnel,
I just can’t work out how to open the door.
I think I need the key, but I can’t find it.
I need something.
Someone to help me reach up and unlock the door.
You are so beautiful, you are so compassionate.
You understand who I am, and how I love you.
Your love could be the key to the door.
Please spin in my circles, I just want to see
If I can be all that they said I can’t be.
I’ll wait for forever, right here if need be.
Please help me to change, and to set my heart free.
I can’t be sure, but I think it’s tomorrow.
Or maybe it’s Tuesday, either next or last,
And I’ve slept too long and I’m right back where I began.
Can you please help me work it out?
I am not happy.
I’m spinning in circles, turning back the way I came.
And then turning the same circle again.
I know why it’s like this, but I can’t change it.
I think I must be scared of the unknown.
I can’t comprehend.
I wake up in the morning, then go to sleep in the evening.
This routine is killing me slowly.
So I’ll go home and turn on the TV,
And get drunk and forget for a few hours.
I see an exit.
But it’s just out of my grasp, I reach but I can’t touch it.
The light is at the end of the tunnel,
I just can’t work out how to open the door.
I think I need the key, but I can’t find it.
I need something.
Someone to help me reach up and unlock the door.
You are so beautiful, you are so compassionate.
You understand who I am, and how I love you.
Your love could be the key to the door.
Please spin in my circles, I just want to see
If I can be all that they said I can’t be.
I’ll wait for forever, right here if need be.
Please help me to change, and to set my heart free.
Monday, 13 July 2015
:Connor Dane:
In the trenches filled with dead
there remained one soldier who kept his head
he had just come in on a now defunct train
an unflappable leutenent named Connor Dane
he had seen the war on every front
as leader, subordinate, or lowly grunt
through it all he had survived
he yelled and cursed but he was alive
Connor Dane did curse his fate
forced by death to wait and wait
his gun didn't jam, nor his canteen run dry
fate , it seemed, wanted him alive
his friends lay there among the dead
allowed at last to rest their heads
Connor wanted to die
but not to lose
He wanted it all
he couldn't choose
finally his choice was made
when he failed to notice a hand grenade
now Connor lay among the dead
a soldier who never lost his head.
there remained one soldier who kept his head
he had just come in on a now defunct train
an unflappable leutenent named Connor Dane
he had seen the war on every front
as leader, subordinate, or lowly grunt
through it all he had survived
he yelled and cursed but he was alive
Connor Dane did curse his fate
forced by death to wait and wait
his gun didn't jam, nor his canteen run dry
fate , it seemed, wanted him alive
his friends lay there among the dead
allowed at last to rest their heads
Connor wanted to die
but not to lose
He wanted it all
he couldn't choose
finally his choice was made
when he failed to notice a hand grenade
now Connor lay among the dead
a soldier who never lost his head.
Innocence Wept:
In the air a plane did soar
In the plane men did war
The order was given
They couldn¡¯t believe
Death had been ordered
They couldn¡¯t conceive
The moment had come
To damn the world
Not just some
But every man, woman
Boy and girl
The war had come
The missiles let fly
The bombs had been dropped
All would die
Alone in the plane
The men were torn
No more songs would be sung
Nor children be born
They had decision
To add to the death
Or stay their hand
To let some have a chance
Or to drop bomb and land
At last they decided
The time was now
Into the ocean
The plane did plow
As it entered
The icy depths
Far in the distance
Innocence wept
In the plane men did war
The order was given
They couldn¡¯t believe
Death had been ordered
They couldn¡¯t conceive
The moment had come
To damn the world
Not just some
But every man, woman
Boy and girl
The war had come
The missiles let fly
The bombs had been dropped
All would die
Alone in the plane
The men were torn
No more songs would be sung
Nor children be born
They had decision
To add to the death
Or stay their hand
To let some have a chance
Or to drop bomb and land
At last they decided
The time was now
Into the ocean
The plane did plow
As it entered
The icy depths
Far in the distance
Innocence wept
Sunday, 12 July 2015
Sleeping
Under the dark warm waters of sleep
your hands part me.
I am dreaming you anyway.
Your mouth is hot fruit, wet, strange,
night-fruit I taste with my opening mouth;
my eyes closed.
You, you. Your breath flares into fervent words
which explode in my head. Then you ask, push,
for an answer.
And this is how we sleep. You're in now, hard,
demanding; so I dream more fiercely, dream
till it hurts
that this is for real, yes, I feel it.
When you hear me, you hold on tight, frantic,
as if we were drowning.
your hands part me.
I am dreaming you anyway.
Your mouth is hot fruit, wet, strange,
night-fruit I taste with my opening mouth;
my eyes closed.
You, you. Your breath flares into fervent words
which explode in my head. Then you ask, push,
for an answer.
And this is how we sleep. You're in now, hard,
demanding; so I dream more fiercely, dream
till it hurts
that this is for real, yes, I feel it.
When you hear me, you hold on tight, frantic,
as if we were drowning.
Full Moon Sable
I bake you cookies
in the night quiet.
A hundred sugars cover my hands,
like talc on moist fingers,
no matter how hard I try.
I mean to feed you a new cookie
as you dream in your bed in darkness.
You never notice the crumbs
until you wake and wipe them
into your mouth in a sweet fever.
Leaving only a last few
lost in your silken folds
that you demand I search out.
My fault for baking a
tender cookie.
in the night quiet.
A hundred sugars cover my hands,
like talc on moist fingers,
no matter how hard I try.
I mean to feed you a new cookie
as you dream in your bed in darkness.
You never notice the crumbs
until you wake and wipe them
into your mouth in a sweet fever.
Leaving only a last few
lost in your silken folds
that you demand I search out.
My fault for baking a
tender cookie.
Saturday, 11 July 2015
Orchard
In the dining room
quiet in the summer heat.
Bowl of peaches
fragrant as a verdant dream.
Out the tall window,
squirrels chasing.
quiet in the summer heat.
Bowl of peaches
fragrant as a verdant dream.
Out the tall window,
squirrels chasing.
Stopping the Wheel
In the space of a fine glass our life glows.
Your heart and mine from out of innocence
flown together and spun away like young crows.
Now time's good seal, transferred rouge cements.
Curious valence called me to you early
when your self was fresh and new, dark houri,
like my own two eyes blue, blond hair curly
two seedling redwoods, pairing of glory.
And now your body tattooed, my eyes dimmed,
we seek oblivion by drink washing clean.
Our foggy tale told, the two ne'er sinned,
now taste, sip, swallow the liquor unseen.
It stops, that daylight titan for we two
Damaged goslings shared this, the echoing through.
Your heart and mine from out of innocence
flown together and spun away like young crows.
Now time's good seal, transferred rouge cements.
Curious valence called me to you early
when your self was fresh and new, dark houri,
like my own two eyes blue, blond hair curly
two seedling redwoods, pairing of glory.
And now your body tattooed, my eyes dimmed,
we seek oblivion by drink washing clean.
Our foggy tale told, the two ne'er sinned,
now taste, sip, swallow the liquor unseen.
It stops, that daylight titan for we two
Damaged goslings shared this, the echoing through.
Friday, 10 July 2015
Jaded
I can't stand still,
I'm drunk off my ass,
Vodka and Pepsi just don't mix!
I dunno what to do,
I think I'm gonna die,
Just catch me now
So I don't smash my head on the ground.
Holy sh*t,
I think I'm gonna hurl,
So just stand far away from me.
My mouth is swollen up,
I got a f*cked up sense of taste.
My head is aching all over,
Just kill me now and end my misery!
And that my friends, is Jaded!
BTW, is this getting annoying? If so, mission accomplished!
I'm drunk off my ass,
Vodka and Pepsi just don't mix!
I dunno what to do,
I think I'm gonna die,
Just catch me now
So I don't smash my head on the ground.
Holy sh*t,
I think I'm gonna hurl,
So just stand far away from me.
My mouth is swollen up,
I got a f*cked up sense of taste.
My head is aching all over,
Just kill me now and end my misery!
And that my friends, is Jaded!
BTW, is this getting annoying? If so, mission accomplished!
Untitled as of yet
Lots of people will post poetry they just wrote two minutes earlier, so I will try it too. Don't criticize me too bad, this is my first try. : )
Untitled as of yet
tick, tick, tick,
the clock continuously
clicks and it ticks
as more time passes,
and still the
tap, tap, tap
of the tree against
the window
drives me crazy,
so the tick,
the tick,
the tick is in my hair,
get it OUT!
As I tap, tap, tap
my restraints against
the cold, hard, metal bed
I lay upon and
stare blank eyed
towards the window to freedom
my life blood
drip,
drip,
drips
from the severed veins
once again torn open,
and my time
tick, tick, ticks
and is up.
Alright, that was really weird for me. I've never just sat there and written something that other people were going to see without revising it a hundred or so times. So, I apologize if it sucks, but oh well. Little effort was put into it. ; )
~Ciara, Dragonback rider
Untitled as of yet
tick, tick, tick,
the clock continuously
clicks and it ticks
as more time passes,
and still the
tap, tap, tap
of the tree against
the window
drives me crazy,
so the tick,
the tick,
the tick is in my hair,
get it OUT!
As I tap, tap, tap
my restraints against
the cold, hard, metal bed
I lay upon and
stare blank eyed
towards the window to freedom
my life blood
drip,
drip,
drips
from the severed veins
once again torn open,
and my time
tick, tick, ticks
and is up.
Alright, that was really weird for me. I've never just sat there and written something that other people were going to see without revising it a hundred or so times. So, I apologize if it sucks, but oh well. Little effort was put into it. ; )
~Ciara, Dragonback rider
Thursday, 9 July 2015
What a woman says:
"This place is a mess! C'mon!
You and I need to clean up!
Your stuff is lying on the floor and
you'll have no clothes to wear if we
don't do laundry right now!"
What a man hears:
blah, blah, blah, blah, C'MON
blah, blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I
blah, blah, blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR
blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES
blah, blah, blah, blah, RIGHT NOW
Lighter in my hand,
I set the trash can ablaze
And run like hell
"This place is a mess! C'mon!
You and I need to clean up!
Your stuff is lying on the floor and
you'll have no clothes to wear if we
don't do laundry right now!"
What a man hears:
blah, blah, blah, blah, C'MON
blah, blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I
blah, blah, blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR
blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES
blah, blah, blah, blah, RIGHT NOW
Lighter in my hand,
I set the trash can ablaze
And run like hell
"POEM: Peanut Butter."
Peanut butter I do seek
For the strong and the meek
So they may love with all their hearts
The delicious nectar that summons farts
Though by society it is shunned
It's fragrant nature soon shall stun
The masses from whence it came
And then they may only blame
Themselves for the pungent stench
Brought by the unwashed spectral wench
Of their own darkest, deepest evil
From the depths of dark upheaval
Within their colons of shining gold
Singing songs from days of old
And dancing to the merry tune
Of the happy gas that comes too soon
Or too late, to the weak of mind
Who cannot appreciate the behind
In the way that it was meant to be
As a musical, whimsical, happiness tree
That sprouts, each day, the golden fruits
Who bring about the most divine toots
In conclusion, I dare say
I eat a barrel everyday
For to not, would be so sad
Not to give thanks to the little lad
That we hath brought onto the Earth
Full of happy pooping mirth
Only to turn our hairy backs to him
Would be an act of mortal sin
Lastly, we must thank the Lord
For the love of the pooping gourd
Amen.
This poem was made by anger.
Anger would like to thank the following for their contributions:
Zypher
Duke
Ritz Bits Sanwiches
Skippy
Jiff
Caffeine
For the strong and the meek
So they may love with all their hearts
The delicious nectar that summons farts
Though by society it is shunned
It's fragrant nature soon shall stun
The masses from whence it came
And then they may only blame
Themselves for the pungent stench
Brought by the unwashed spectral wench
Of their own darkest, deepest evil
From the depths of dark upheaval
Within their colons of shining gold
Singing songs from days of old
And dancing to the merry tune
Of the happy gas that comes too soon
Or too late, to the weak of mind
Who cannot appreciate the behind
In the way that it was meant to be
As a musical, whimsical, happiness tree
That sprouts, each day, the golden fruits
Who bring about the most divine toots
In conclusion, I dare say
I eat a barrel everyday
For to not, would be so sad
Not to give thanks to the little lad
That we hath brought onto the Earth
Full of happy pooping mirth
Only to turn our hairy backs to him
Would be an act of mortal sin
Lastly, we must thank the Lord
For the love of the pooping gourd
Amen.
This poem was made by anger.
Anger would like to thank the following for their contributions:
Zypher
Duke
Ritz Bits Sanwiches
Skippy
Jiff
Caffeine
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
Strange Poetry
Strange poetry of word and rhyme
it takes a toll upon my mind
and ever hour day and time
I pretend that it is all just fine.
But beneath the folds of my skin
there lies an evil deep within
yet I fell I'll never win
against this evil of poetic sin.
I have never liked it, no
for others or for me to show
for it's useless nature only grows
and I shall always see it as so.
For in my eye it means s*it
not even the littlest tiniest bit
so all that I may do is sit
and ponder a way to comprehend it.
So here I sit forever more
pondering words and rhyme and bore
but thinking has become a chore
perhaps I'll sleep, and so I snore.
Life: The abridged Version
Stupidity is the savior
From all the worries of my life
Protects the innocent from the world
Blocks the evil from our sight
And in its sweet embrace
We may find peace
Peace is the comfort
For which we search
From our family and our friends
To keep us happy we seek it
Unattainable, out of reach
Of our small understanding
Understanding will always be sought
Within, without, it wont be found
The pursuit will last forever
Our frail human bodies
Must surrender to time
And so we die
.
.
.
Thank ye.
Strange poetry of word and rhyme
it takes a toll upon my mind
and ever hour day and time
I pretend that it is all just fine.
But beneath the folds of my skin
there lies an evil deep within
yet I fell I'll never win
against this evil of poetic sin.
I have never liked it, no
for others or for me to show
for it's useless nature only grows
and I shall always see it as so.
For in my eye it means s*it
not even the littlest tiniest bit
so all that I may do is sit
and ponder a way to comprehend it.
So here I sit forever more
pondering words and rhyme and bore
but thinking has become a chore
perhaps I'll sleep, and so I snore.
Life: The abridged Version
Stupidity is the savior
From all the worries of my life
Protects the innocent from the world
Blocks the evil from our sight
And in its sweet embrace
We may find peace
Peace is the comfort
For which we search
From our family and our friends
To keep us happy we seek it
Unattainable, out of reach
Of our small understanding
Understanding will always be sought
Within, without, it wont be found
The pursuit will last forever
Our frail human bodies
Must surrender to time
And so we die
.
.
.
Thank ye.
Pepsi is good
Pepsi good,
Coke crap.
Pepsi good,
Coke sh*t.
Sugar is good,
Caffine is weak.
Pepsi, drink of Gods,
Coke, tool of the Devil.
Coke crap.
Pepsi good,
Coke sh*t.
Sugar is good,
Caffine is weak.
Pepsi, drink of Gods,
Coke, tool of the Devil.
Tuesday, 7 July 2015
Lovely Lovely ICQ...
For what did I ever do to you...
Your newest version came so I hop
And now you messed up my Photoshop
I cannot edit, I cannot crop
You you messed up my Photoshop
I cannot color, or convert to black and white
Oh ICQ... you know that's just not right
And so I cry and see the stares
I would call Adobe but it was downloaded from easywarez
So this weekend Jen will have sat
And do the dreaded Format
If it were just Adobe this I could take
But now other programs did break
My mouse is ratty
the Tablet is batty
So I must remember to save all my dateI love
Like the theme song from Dr. Strangelove
The Batman Theme will also be save like a priceless momento
That and the best of Dr. Demento.
For as a Web Designer I need my tools
For without them My work looks like a fool
So wish me lots and lots of luck
And pray I won't lose my temper and go "Oh ----"
;)
"My Spinning Sphere Symmetrical"
Sometimes boredom inspires genius, other times you get this:
"My Spinning Sphere Symmetrical"
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I watch my pets aquatical.
As the float around in their little tank,
They thank the gods they can't be sank.
Three fish in a tank, rubba-dub-dub,
Droning, swimming, blissfully numb.
Go my pets aquatical,
to your spinning sphere symmetrical.
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I ponder matters mathematical.
Of Euchlides and of Oedipus,
The thereom of Pythagarus.
Ok, so Oed isn't math, but lit,
But have you ever tried to rhyme this stuff?
While pondering matters mathematical,
In your spinning sphere symmetrical?
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to my ventricle.
Pumping, gushing, my heart is bled,
But not a drop of blood is shed.
"It must be fun to be a blood cell!" I say,
"And ride the water-rides all day."
As they get shot through the ventricle,
in their spinning sphere symmetrical.
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I dream of habitat domestical.
Of my house, that is to say,
For it is a much better place to stay.
My Aunt's computer has no AC,
which means no fun for you nor me.
As is dream of habitat domestical,
In my spinning sphere symmetrical.
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to music frenchiful.
My native language this is not,
Mano, those french rockers rot!
French music!? What a thought,
I must delete this maintenant!
Crappy music frenchiful,
Has no place in my spinning sphere symmetrical.
Well, that about sums it up... if you read through the whole thing, well, I apologize. ;) See you in Dereth, pants optional!
~"Would you like to be a pepper too?"
"My Spinning Sphere Symmetrical"
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I watch my pets aquatical.
As the float around in their little tank,
They thank the gods they can't be sank.
Three fish in a tank, rubba-dub-dub,
Droning, swimming, blissfully numb.
Go my pets aquatical,
to your spinning sphere symmetrical.
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I ponder matters mathematical.
Of Euchlides and of Oedipus,
The thereom of Pythagarus.
Ok, so Oed isn't math, but lit,
But have you ever tried to rhyme this stuff?
While pondering matters mathematical,
In your spinning sphere symmetrical?
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to my ventricle.
Pumping, gushing, my heart is bled,
But not a drop of blood is shed.
"It must be fun to be a blood cell!" I say,
"And ride the water-rides all day."
As they get shot through the ventricle,
in their spinning sphere symmetrical.
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I dream of habitat domestical.
Of my house, that is to say,
For it is a much better place to stay.
My Aunt's computer has no AC,
which means no fun for you nor me.
As is dream of habitat domestical,
In my spinning sphere symmetrical.
In my spinning sphere symmetrical,
I listen to music frenchiful.
My native language this is not,
Mano, those french rockers rot!
French music!? What a thought,
I must delete this maintenant!
Crappy music frenchiful,
Has no place in my spinning sphere symmetrical.
Well, that about sums it up... if you read through the whole thing, well, I apologize. ;) See you in Dereth, pants optional!
~"Would you like to be a pepper too?"
Monday, 6 July 2015
"The Tunnel"
there's a light
at the end of the tunnel
and it's keeps on growing large
there's a bat
he is flying through nothing
living his life of night
there's a cat
and he is limping away
finding a place to die
and I wonder what's the time
and I wonder why I'm here
and all that I ask
is for life to last
until I can find
the other half to my soul
there's a fire
it's cleansing the land
making a new beginning
there's a dog
he obeys his master
but still he is beaten down
there's a kid
and he writes this poem
and he doesn't know quite why
and I wonder what's the point
and I wonder if He's there
and all that I ask
is for life to last
until I can find
the other half to my soul
Writing... yeah, that's something i do sometimes. blah.
*HUGS*
questions/comments/concerns welcome as always.
See what you think. Kinda based on a thought I had earlier today.
"For it All"
(I'm not sure if this is a prayer or a poem exactly)
Thank you Lord, for it all
For brother and sister, mother and father
For spring summer, winter and fall
For a stretch limosine and new champagne
For drinking and crying with an old friend in the rain
For love and hate
For sorrow and joy
Thank you God, for it all
For all Things Great and Small
For enemy, friend, executioner and savior
For high purpose and low ambition
For lifelong discipline and no inhibition
For new strength and old weakness
For great success and utter failure
Thank you Lord, for it all
For the star's in the sky
For the depths of the sea
For my place on the great spiral
For every test and every trial
For the path up the mountain
For every new sunrise
Thank you God, for it all
For those before, I will never meet
For those after, I will be a memory to
For forgotten places and new stories
For high adventure and faded glories
For every new beginning
For every new ending
Thank you Lord, for it all
For sons and daughters
For simple wisdom and complicated foolishness
For the love between a man and a woman
For stout heart and frailty so human
For saint's and sinners, good and evil
For the Great Illusion and the Truth beneath
Thank you, almighty God, for it all.
[-)
there's a light
at the end of the tunnel
and it's keeps on growing large
there's a bat
he is flying through nothing
living his life of night
there's a cat
and he is limping away
finding a place to die
and I wonder what's the time
and I wonder why I'm here
and all that I ask
is for life to last
until I can find
the other half to my soul
there's a fire
it's cleansing the land
making a new beginning
there's a dog
he obeys his master
but still he is beaten down
there's a kid
and he writes this poem
and he doesn't know quite why
and I wonder what's the point
and I wonder if He's there
and all that I ask
is for life to last
until I can find
the other half to my soul
Writing... yeah, that's something i do sometimes. blah.
*HUGS*
questions/comments/concerns welcome as always.
See what you think. Kinda based on a thought I had earlier today.
"For it All"
(I'm not sure if this is a prayer or a poem exactly)
Thank you Lord, for it all
For brother and sister, mother and father
For spring summer, winter and fall
For a stretch limosine and new champagne
For drinking and crying with an old friend in the rain
For love and hate
For sorrow and joy
Thank you God, for it all
For all Things Great and Small
For enemy, friend, executioner and savior
For high purpose and low ambition
For lifelong discipline and no inhibition
For new strength and old weakness
For great success and utter failure
Thank you Lord, for it all
For the star's in the sky
For the depths of the sea
For my place on the great spiral
For every test and every trial
For the path up the mountain
For every new sunrise
Thank you God, for it all
For those before, I will never meet
For those after, I will be a memory to
For forgotten places and new stories
For high adventure and faded glories
For every new beginning
For every new ending
Thank you Lord, for it all
For sons and daughters
For simple wisdom and complicated foolishness
For the love between a man and a woman
For stout heart and frailty so human
For saint's and sinners, good and evil
For the Great Illusion and the Truth beneath
Thank you, almighty God, for it all.
[-)
Sunday, 5 July 2015
The way things were, they're not like today
So many things have changed, I think I've lost my way
Carrying on through the darkness, with a blindness in my mind
I've got to keep on looking, for what I need to find
You were never there when I needed someone
When I needed a hand, you turned away
I had no idea what to do
You wouldn't listen to what I'd say
So many things have changed, I think I've lost my way
Carrying on through the darkness, with a blindness in my mind
I've got to keep on looking, for what I need to find
You were never there when I needed someone
When I needed a hand, you turned away
I had no idea what to do
You wouldn't listen to what I'd say
Steel meets steel, with showering sparks,
and it is here, that the battle starts.
The duel begins, on ravaged land,
and here it will end, the final stand.
The darkened soul, draws first blood, his shimmering axe now red with the essence of his opponent.
But the light shall not be vanquished as of yet. Mustering his courage he fights with the bravery of a wolverine, and the tenacity of a lioness defending her young.
He lunges and his sword is swung powerfully in an arc, with force enough to part head from body.
The dark one will not allow himself to be defeated yet, and with a motion similar to the slithering of a snake he avoids what would be the mortal blow.
And the battle rages on.
For hours it rages on. Days, weeks, months, years, centuries, it raged.
They exchange wounds like friends would exchange stories from days of old.
And in the end, the light sees the weakened, defeated husk of the darkness.
And the good prepares for the final blow, the end of all, the end of the night.
He thrusts his sword and sees the crimson shimmer of blood.
And for the brief, moment, the light knows contentment.
And as he looks down at foe, he realizes that the blood is not that of the enemy,
But his own.
He stares for what seems to be an eternity.
At the dagger protruding from his chest, at his own sanguine fluid slowly streaking down his abdomen.
And he looks at the darkness.
He stares at him face to face.
Eye to eye.
And the darkness smiles.
He has won this day.
The warmth slowly fades from the warrior, as he is surrounded by an all encompassing cold.
And then nothing.
And darkness raises his hands in victory, shaking and flailing his arms wildly, staring at the corpse of his fallen opponent.
His battered and broken body on the verge of collapse, he looks up.
And his eyes open wide as the moon in the sky.
For good and evil have fought this day,
And the darkness has had its victory.
But you can never truly defeat the light,
And there will always be more to continue the fight.
And the sun rises…
*breaks champagne bottle over the new board, christening it*
and it is here, that the battle starts.
The duel begins, on ravaged land,
and here it will end, the final stand.
The darkened soul, draws first blood, his shimmering axe now red with the essence of his opponent.
But the light shall not be vanquished as of yet. Mustering his courage he fights with the bravery of a wolverine, and the tenacity of a lioness defending her young.
He lunges and his sword is swung powerfully in an arc, with force enough to part head from body.
The dark one will not allow himself to be defeated yet, and with a motion similar to the slithering of a snake he avoids what would be the mortal blow.
And the battle rages on.
For hours it rages on. Days, weeks, months, years, centuries, it raged.
They exchange wounds like friends would exchange stories from days of old.
And in the end, the light sees the weakened, defeated husk of the darkness.
And the good prepares for the final blow, the end of all, the end of the night.
He thrusts his sword and sees the crimson shimmer of blood.
And for the brief, moment, the light knows contentment.
And as he looks down at foe, he realizes that the blood is not that of the enemy,
But his own.
He stares for what seems to be an eternity.
At the dagger protruding from his chest, at his own sanguine fluid slowly streaking down his abdomen.
And he looks at the darkness.
He stares at him face to face.
Eye to eye.
And the darkness smiles.
He has won this day.
The warmth slowly fades from the warrior, as he is surrounded by an all encompassing cold.
And then nothing.
And darkness raises his hands in victory, shaking and flailing his arms wildly, staring at the corpse of his fallen opponent.
His battered and broken body on the verge of collapse, he looks up.
And his eyes open wide as the moon in the sky.
For good and evil have fought this day,
And the darkness has had its victory.
But you can never truly defeat the light,
And there will always be more to continue the fight.
And the sun rises…
*breaks champagne bottle over the new board, christening it*
Saturday, 4 July 2015
The way things were, they're not like today
So many things have changed, I think I've lost my way
Carrying on through the darkness, with a blindness in my mind
I've got to keep on looking, for what I need to find
You were never there when I needed someone
When I needed a hand, you turned away
I had no idea what to do
You wouldn't listen to what I'd say
So many things have changed, I think I've lost my way
Carrying on through the darkness, with a blindness in my mind
I've got to keep on looking, for what I need to find
You were never there when I needed someone
When I needed a hand, you turned away
I had no idea what to do
You wouldn't listen to what I'd say
Friday, 3 July 2015
A poem, of sorts, off the cuff. I don't think it makes a great deal of sense, but emotion rarely doeas :)
You're too quiet
You never shut up
You're always in my face
I don't see you enough
What do you want from me
I don't want to give you that
You're so dull
Your weird. I don't like it
Why don't you talk to me
I don't want to listen to you
Why don't you hold me more
I don't like the way you feel
I'd give you everything
You don't want anything of mine
What do you want from me
I want you to go away
You never shut up
You're always in my face
I don't see you enough
What do you want from me
I don't want to give you that
You're so dull
Your weird. I don't like it
Why don't you talk to me
I don't want to listen to you
Why don't you hold me more
I don't like the way you feel
I'd give you everything
You don't want anything of mine
What do you want from me
I want you to go away
untitled
drip, drip, drip,
the blood of an
unborn child drips,
from the mother
who feels her own pain,
who will never see
the child with no name,
as the blood of pain
drip, drip, drips...
Wrote that 3 years ago, typed from memory.
~Cia
the blood of an
unborn child drips,
from the mother
who feels her own pain,
who will never see
the child with no name,
as the blood of pain
drip, drip, drips...
Wrote that 3 years ago, typed from memory.
~Cia
Thursday, 2 July 2015
have been philosophising greatly,
As champagne often makes me do,
Preparing to herald in the new year,
I'm determined to see it through.
But I got to thinking about Y2K,
And its effect on society,
The whole thing was an Unwashed plot,
It is so clear to me.
For the power stations would not work,,
Electricity would be past,
So, people could not get water,
And they'd be left aghast,
For they could not bathe at all,
Let alone use s.o.a.p.,
They would be forever the Unwashed,
From the paupers to the Pope.
Thus, membership would rocket,
Poor Rosh would be in a spin,
People wouyld flock to us in their billions,
Begging to be let in.
Alas, the bug was caught in time,
The billions will not come,
But what a way to unite the world -
Unwashed - that's everyone!
Cheers from the Land of Oz
As champagne often makes me do,
Preparing to herald in the new year,
I'm determined to see it through.
But I got to thinking about Y2K,
And its effect on society,
The whole thing was an Unwashed plot,
It is so clear to me.
For the power stations would not work,,
Electricity would be past,
So, people could not get water,
And they'd be left aghast,
For they could not bathe at all,
Let alone use s.o.a.p.,
They would be forever the Unwashed,
From the paupers to the Pope.
Thus, membership would rocket,
Poor Rosh would be in a spin,
People wouyld flock to us in their billions,
Begging to be let in.
Alas, the bug was caught in time,
The billions will not come,
But what a way to unite the world -
Unwashed - that's everyone!
Cheers from the Land of Oz
"Flight of the Arrow"
The bow is drawn
Life is fragile
Shaped by the day and night
A journey along Dawn's Highway
The ancient one finds his home
The shaping has begun
The arrow flies
Thoughts are growing
The doors are opened
The spirit is awake
The mind is no longer alone
At the edge of consciousness
The arrow falls
The beginning of the end
The mind is clouded
It's back to the start
It's all over now
Rest well, James
Life is fragile
Shaped by the day and night
A journey along Dawn's Highway
The ancient one finds his home
The shaping has begun
The arrow flies
Thoughts are growing
The doors are opened
The spirit is awake
The mind is no longer alone
At the edge of consciousness
The arrow falls
The beginning of the end
The mind is clouded
It's back to the start
It's all over now
Rest well, James
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
It reminds me of a poem I... er a friend wrote. Here it is...
Bacon, O Bacon,
You're what I love to taste best,
Without your smell,
I have no rest,
I love to smell you fry,
This I tell,
I will not lie
Bacon, O Bacon,
Even Shrimp doesn't taste as good,
You taste the best,
Better than any food,
Two or three miles I'd run,
I tell the you the truth,
To taste that bacon, fried in the sun.
Personally, shrimp is better, especially with butter...
You're what I love to taste best,
Without your smell,
I have no rest,
I love to smell you fry,
This I tell,
I will not lie
Bacon, O Bacon,
Even Shrimp doesn't taste as good,
You taste the best,
Better than any food,
Two or three miles I'd run,
I tell the you the truth,
To taste that bacon, fried in the sun.
Personally, shrimp is better, especially with butter...
Privacy
I sit in this room
Alone and forgotten.
Surrounded by friends,
Family and love.
Just one of the group,
Just part of the scenery
To play, jump and laugh,
But not make any noise.
The daemons of mind plague all of my nights.
The imaginative muse does dance in my head.
No place to release this cluttering madness,
For fear that the loved ones might peek in my head.
I just want to sit, quiet, in darkness.
I just want to smile, stare into the light.
A family of love, to big for it's britches.
Privacy impossible, except late at night.
Mark Jackman, 2000
Alone and forgotten.
Surrounded by friends,
Family and love.
Just one of the group,
Just part of the scenery
To play, jump and laugh,
But not make any noise.
The daemons of mind plague all of my nights.
The imaginative muse does dance in my head.
No place to release this cluttering madness,
For fear that the loved ones might peek in my head.
I just want to sit, quiet, in darkness.
I just want to smile, stare into the light.
A family of love, to big for it's britches.
Privacy impossible, except late at night.
Mark Jackman, 2000
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