A Poem Thread

Past time

smokin a blunt....yeah smokin the weed
im smokin the blunt....yeah im supportin a weave
findlin the doobie...yeah im about to heave


hittin Mary Jane...yeah hittin her nice
cannibis my friend.....attiva my vice
lazy sunday yeah.....sunny 2'0 clock
im the only one weezin on my block

yeah im smoking a blunt.....alone and bored

smokin a blunt yeah

....so peaceful and nice. :m:
 
A ballad
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She rode on a monster,
she rode on a star
shining every night
when she smiled.

A princess in black, a princess in white,
just look at her dreams!
ever changing and ever riding
through the skies of paradise,
of the world of the mortals and hell.

She's a princess in fires, she's a princess in ice
sitting on a rose
and weeping and laughing,
tearing her hand open for blood to flow
to the earth, to your heart -
she lay still and cried.

You went mad, you went ill,
you became her prince
swinging in gallows,
rotting in meadows full of flowers.

The truth is she couldn't love,
she couldn't understand
what's so special in human beings
when there are roses, dragons
and the sun.

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© 2004 by Avatar
 
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1. she was an icecream,
she was..,
she was needed this summer,
but when it started to rain
people wanted to lick
something else.

2. she was a pill,
she saved a lot of men,
but they were no chemists,
they were no doctors,
she wasn't understood
and was left alone.

3. she was a cardboard box
wrapped in silk, fancy cloth,
she was sleeping under a fir tree
and waiting for the magic moment
to come,
but the fiest was not needed
anymore.

4. she was a spring flower,
she was a sun
of her own
and didn't need
anyone.


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© 2004 by Avatar
 
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Our Land

A suited man, waiting in a queue
Slowly tapping his fingers on his stick
The other hand on his belt, feeling his gun
His lips are rapidly moving
The government has no clue, he says
People have work to do, he explains
Two more hired cashiers eases the wait, he tells
And between each delivered thought,
The pocket check…
Yes, it’s bulging
Yes, the package retains its weight

A family man, suited, waiting in a queue
His tapping fingers trail his tapping feet
His forehead dampens with each passing minute
My family, he tells himself, needs it
The other man, he says to himself, had money to burn
My son, he justifies, deserves the best education
I haven’t had a good drink in quite a while…
And between thoughts to the self,
The smile on his face as he delivers his lines
Belie the anxiety in his wait for the good drink.

A suited family man counting his bills,
A cashier ignoring the gold band in her flirtatious
Smile and hand caresses at the man with the bulging package
An understanding man with a show of sympathy
An understanding cashier in a show of acknowledgement:
Yes, the bloody government has no clue; two more cashiers eases…
 
You’ve worked 9 to 5,
Twenty years and counting
Own a big house and a vacation home,
Five years to truly own
Owned five cars in total,
All new, three of which you are driving

You’ve hated our job,
Twenty years and counting
Hated your boss,
Fifteen years and counting
Been promoted ten times
Passed over thrice for a bum

You’ve been on twenty vacations,
Acted the same on each one
Tried a hundred delicacies,
Sprinkled a like amount of salt one each one
Fucked five women in the twenty years,
Four of which were prostitutes

You are timid
You are insane
You are content
You are fat

You are hardworking
You are responsible
You are docile
A calendar on legs

And still you wonder why the fuck I can’t be like you.
Here’s a warm bullet!
Say hello to Christ when you see him for me, shall you?
 
Three nights and three days
I crawled through the streets
and water and trash
were my pillow and bed.

Three nights and three dreams
did a bite in my cheeks
and all my blood and memory
spilled through the swelling wells.

Ah, the sweat, the smell,
the dirty cats on their knees
pleading I leave!

And I crawled and crawled
and dared not to sleep
three weeks and seven more steps
till I crawled back under my sheet.

And all this crawling
from great heights
looked like a drawing in dirty sand
pointing a finger at the sky.

It whispered, it laughed,
it assured, it mourned
it kissed without a choice:
you're next!

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© 2004 by Avatar
 
there are some very good, and some very bad poems here ;)
below are three of mine, two I just tossed together, one I wrote a couple months ago, and have edited a few times.
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East and west touch
wrap together the center
revolve and keep turning
disapointment to ruin.
Momentus, this moment.

grey soup blanket
with chunks of solid colors.
you can only keep yourself
whole and understanding
for a short time.

we fall out of ourselves, we find those around us;
here we have created universes
here was have destroyed them all
here I birth a new world, cut off and purposely seperatist
here I birth the next world.

I do not compare, I do not relive; though I drink.
I am not going to try and change you, for I might as well ask a bush to walk for me.
I will instead teach, and wait for you to fall. Once you do, I will step in.
I am not hoping for that day, indeed I hope against it, but it will come. Just as my day to fall will likewise come.

I expect you to provide a child to replace me.



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Trees bonzaied
sprout sunshine branches
uncared for



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Poem for the Ancient Cultures

For the Terosn and Unistan
the Great Song was Sung
of fallen leaves
and flakes freed
by branch legions bared.
The earth heard, as it had done.

Of clouds from which rain flung
saplings grown tall
and new shoots sprung
from moist marl between rocky fare.
The sky listened, as it had done.

The passage of time, as if begun
anew with societies creation make,
dwindles in the eve
the sun to brake and aware.
While the stars set, as they had done.

The fight passed crown
their hatred cooled memories ache,
lying still and stunned
forsaken now both declared
In children and stories, as they have done.

For the Terosn and Unistan
the Great Song was Sung
carving a path to follow
as the path they follow runs.
 
]a chant for the new generation of the sick[

Come, little children,
come with me,
let us go out,
let us leave.

Ah, there she is
lying on her back,
like a dirty chocolate
she is sweet,
but nobody wants
to touch her skin.

Come, you little girls,
let us rip
heads from the dools
and people from their toys.

Poison on her lips,
she touches and you feel sick;
like a mirror, like a shrug
her laughter echoes in your screams.

There he is,
self proclaimed antichrist
sulking in the dark
like a wanting kiss,
but the faithful
slap his wrists
and point with fingers to a cross.

Come, you little boys,
and join with me,
let us build dungeons
and torture chambers deep.

Come, little children,
come with me,
let us have fun
in eternal darkness with me.

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© 2004 by Avatar
 
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How many seals
before you stop,
how many dreams
before you rot,
how much more
can you stay with me
with your sanity
INTACT?


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© 2004 by Avatar
 
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I walked among some trees and grass,
and shadows played their games
on my pale flesh, on my white dress.

I saw a mountain rushing forth.
'Twas small, grew big and black
until it was a man.

His rags, his locks,
all moved with wind,
and sunshine flickered in grey sparks
on his stone face.

He glanced at me
and rushed away.
 
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Wow, there's some really good stuff in here. Need to visit more often. Hey avatar, what language is that? Anyway, here's what I've been doing recently:

White Tower

Sittin in your tower,
thinkin your so powerful.
Guess what you're wrong.
Dead wrong.
And I'll tell ya in this song
just what it's all about.
No need to shout,
no need to raise voices
'cause we got choices.
Forks and branches,
we got chances
to take a new road.
A new path,
a new track
away from the aftermath
of your mistakes.
The countless breaks
and fractures
that you caused
in the path for peace
in the middle east.
And elswhere,
and everywhere
that you touch.
'Cause it's not enough
that you kill.
You have to still
the very heart of the people
and raise your steeple
and praise your god.
But your a fraud.
And now we're findin out
all about
your ties to terror.
You fuckin' lie bearer.
Never got elected in the first place.
Now it's time to face the facts.
We don't want you back.
So pack your bags
and get the fuck outta the White House.
Rather have a soiled blouse
than dead Americans.
Dead friends and family,
so much tragedy.
I'm tired of the blood for oil.
War spoils
and we toil,
all for Bush's boy-o.
Well fuck it,
flip the bucket,
spill the milk.
Don't cry
over politician's lies.
Just learn to vote.
 
that is russian. the poem is nothing special really. my russian vocabulary is quite incomplete. I can translate it later for you if you wish.
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I drink flowers
I feel fine

I lied
I fall
I'm gona die

I don't stretch my arms
I don't even try to cry

I lied
I drink flowers
I feel fine

I am dead
I am the night
I touch my lips
And my fingers cover with snow

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© 2004 by Avatar
 
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I didn't turn your fire into stone,
I didn't put that knife
beside your pillow,
no I didn't, I didn't
cry that night,
I wasn't even there.

I'm sorry I wasn't,
I should have been
to pick up all the broken pieces
and kiss them together in fire
in the image of gods.

I'm sorry, I wasn't,
I was too weak,
I was weeping in my bed
and was carving it
into a grave.

Can we go back,
can we return,
please tell me you are sure
you can still be cured.

Every cell in my blood
will fight this illness together with you,
and I shall stand once more
and observe your shining eyes,
observe your blazing smile
under the funeral moon
where all die,
but not us, we live!

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© 2004 by Avatar
 

Knights and cravens
Meet in battle;
Knights are fearful,
Knights are faithful.

The God and the Church,
Holy ritual is strong;
Bliss from the Heaven and bliss from the heart -
Pagans scatter and run.

In the name of our Father
We slay
And bring justice and light
To this land.

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Written by Avatar circa 1222 a.d
 
Will you wish for me
a cold eternity?
Will you say goodbye
and leave me here to die?
Will you take my heart
before you let this start?
Or will I fuck this up
by saying it's enough
for us just to be friends
when I know I can't spend
all of my lonely time
waiting for you to climb
into this cold bed
and kiss me on the head
and say you love me too?
 
The path of the kings,
The path of the lords,
The path of the emperors
And the slaves.

The path of the sun,
The path of the stars,
The path of the sea
And the fish.

The path of the gods,
The path of the wind,
The path of the demons
And the trolls.

Look at yourself
And choose your path,
Look at youself
And be aware of those
Who cross your path.

Is it the sea
Or is it a slave,
Or a god?..
Beware of their path.
 
she lay hidden,
she lay secret,
she lay not knowing her name
below the sand,
and the songs of the birds
were flying over her head.

she was a whisper of flowers
wanting to be,
wanting to see all the meadows and trees
which the bees chanted of
every time,
each time the sun was prime.

she lay alone
dreaming her world
of magical hills
and pixies and gods mating on the leaves.

she needed a human
to find her place,
to name her face,
to give her a sound of her own
she could call out of the ground.

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© 2004 by Avatar
 
[one more poem after some time devoted to IRA]


Dogs dig bones,
I dig guns,
we hide what we need
for life,
for heavens to come
to the earth, to our world,
my room on the 4th floor.

It's a bliss,
just a small,
but a bliss
neverthless.

Last bullet in the magazine,
click-click
and it's empty of life.

Someone takes, someone dies
and my gun
brings a little more
of paradise.

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© 2004 by Avatar
 
Briefly, we live, briefly,
then die. Wherefore, I
say,
he who hunts glory, he
who tracks
some boundless,
superhuman dream
may lose his harvest
here and now
and garner death. Such
men are mad. (Bacchae)
 
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