Friday, 13 February 2015

I'd like to welcome you to our group, 
By others this has been done, 
This does not make me less sincere, 
I hope you have some fun.                                                     
There's just one question that I have, 
The answer I cannot see, 
If you are the Killer's Mom, 
Does that make you the Queen Bee?     

:)                                                     
Welcome. May your time with us be rewarding and enjoyable.  

Cheers from the Land of Oz      

Okay, so, I'm a little rusty here...anyway...

It trickles
slowly past,
meandering by
in it’s laziness,
as you watch
it’s slow soulfulness
burning softly
in the dark,
it twitches
with your heart
beat,
it pulses
with your breath,
inhale
exhale
inhale
sighing gently
relaxing smoothly
flowing peacefully
inside you,
it’s warmth
chasing away
the chill in your
bones, in your gut,
as it burns it’s heat
into you with a passion,
enveloping your
body in a cloud
which takes your will
away and breathes for you
in quiet whispers
of freedom,
pen-strokes dancing
inside
your eyes
as you dream of
mere words
to describe
this brief contact
with your very essence,
shared hearts
shared dreams
shared moments
of simply being,
natural paths
crossed, separated,
crossing again,
patiently
hoping
this path,
this time
is the time
for dream’s
birth

Thursday, 12 February 2015

Send death...
One last breath...
It's taken you,
So suddenly...
But where does that...
Leave me?
Simple and plain,
Without your company...
What you see,
Leaves me troubled...
In fact,
You've doubled,
My pain...
But its plain to see,
You're not to blame...

What is this game we're playing?
Where did the pieces go...
Will I get out of hell?
Well I just gotta know...

Your voice haunts me,
But what's it all mean?
And who knows...
But its finally...
I say goodbye today,
But let us not forget...
Full steam ahead,
I'll see you on the other side...
Now set me down...
And hold my hand...
And welcome me...
To your new end...

What is this game we're playing?
Where did the pieces go...
Will I get out of hell?
Well I just gotta know...

Never been burnt,
Never one the type to burn...
Never been burnt,
Never one the type to burn...
Never been burnt,
Never one the type to burn...

It's the strength to love me a freak!

What a travesty...
When I try to see...
It is to be alive...

What a fantasy...
When I try to see...
It is to be alive...

(moan)
Is to be...alive...

(moan)
Is to be...alive...

(moan)
Is to be...alive...

(moan)
Is to be...alive...

(gunshot)
Is to be...alive...
Sometimes all I can do in enormity of life,
is stew in the entirety of it.
So many feelings, like flavors, fill up my senses...
drowning out all thought,
sanity is but a string hanging out of reach.

"Parasite Love"

Do my final presentation for history. *gulp* Teacher HAD to have me go second...uggh... Here's the poem anyways =)
"Parasite Love"
Parasitic happiness
But we give back everything
We take.
Somehow, there’s always
More than when we began.
Could it be
Then that something
In you creates
Such happiness in me?
Half a year ago
If someone had suggested
Such,
I would have laughed
in their faces.
Can’t no one make me happy,
I would say,
No one puts a smile on my face.
Lingering down
here all o’ my days.
Proved wrong for once,
I only hope you prove me wrong
some more.
Drowning in the way I feel,
Yeah, I forget to breathe
When I’m with you.
Just too much in you that
makes something
Spark inside of me.
Let me then
Wrap you around my finger
And hold you ever near.
You may bite the hand that feeds you,
Drink deeply the joy that
radiates
within me.
And we shall continue
In our Parisitic Love.
Somehow,
There’s always more
Than when we began.

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Thanks to our old mate Jonesy,
The Poetry Bastards can travel time,
We felt that we needed to change a few things,
To make them more than fine.
We were there at the Declaration of Independence,
We are political now and then,
But when the signing was over,
We stole their sill pen.
We attended the invention of frothy beer,
An invention heaven sent,
But we convinced the inventor to,
raise the alcohol content.
We attended the idea of crop rotation,
On this subject we much know,
Rotate the fields that you use,
Then you'll have less distance to go.
Frozen pizza was another significant event,
One of the best of all,
You can have pizza in front of the footy,
Without making a phone call.
The Industrial Revoultion was the next stop,
On the Bastard bus,
Getting machines to do all the work,
That sounds all right to us.
The Renaissance was next on the list,
We were quiet as a mouse,
We wanted to talk to Michaelangelo,
To see if he'd paint our house.
We also attended the invention of print,
We were trusted and inside,
We wanted to help spread the Bastard message,
So it went far and wide.
We were at the Fall of the Roman Empire,
It wasn't our fault at all, 
We just leant a little here and there,
We had no idea it's fall.
We were there before World War 2,
Eating ice cream - I think vanilla,
Ymir said to Hitler, "Is that a moustache,
Or are you eating a caterpillar."
Well, Hitler took some exception to this,
As he was prone to do,
His bad temper ended 6 years later,
But I don't need to tell you.
We were there at the invention of the wheel,
But only because we wanted a bet,
Once the wheel was operational,
We showed them some roulette.
We were there at the invention of the light bulb,
Edison our message did hark,
With his invention he would enable,
Bastard Poetry in the dark.
We sailed off with Christopher Colombus,
When he thought the Earth flat,
He then wanted to call it frothy,
But we set him straight on that.
You see, he liked to have a beer with us,
And if the world wasn't flat,
It was like unflat beer - frothy,
But I bet you'd worked out that.
Lastly we visited the dinosaurs,
At fun we did poke,
They would probably be still around today,
If Night Owl didn't teach them to smoke.
                                                    
Cheers from the Land of Oz

Mirrored

*musical fanfare starts* And now, we are proud to present, the long awaited, much anticipated, return of Dragon Poems! *cough cough* Well, anyway...a poem...

I've slipped,
into the abyss,
I'm spindled round
can't see up
not sure if
there's a down,
I watch the spin
can't control it
as circles follow twin,
patterns of lighter
darkness leading,
it seems the
walls are bleeding
tiny trickles,
lightened shades
of black,
a mystery
of mingled light
and dark,
mixed, faded
intricately braided,
leaking from my veins
tweaking in my brain,
shouldered heavenly
in a brilliance, but
a fire merely dwindling
away into the vastness
of space and time,
searching for the rhyme
accompaniment sublime,
whisper me
hope I see, hope I find
my way, not lost
as so often happens
when the rhythm
you can't find...
I shift to see,
Spinning, just a bit
from the edge
of uncontrollably,
I see you, know you
I can taste you,
I reach for you,
as my patience
taps me
on the shoulder,
and I subside,
back to the spinning
circles, waiting is
winning,
spinning
twirls the flavor
back to me,
though I know it,
I have yet to taste,
which makes the weight
all the more bearable
as I spin with you,
never closer
than fingertip
to fingertip,
until you reached,
for the mirror,
which is me.