A Poem Thread
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The people of today,
The people of tommorow,
What are your joys and sorrows?;
Same taste same bleakness in the blood,
Same rotting brain in the cup!
Where went the Sun,
Where went the Death
That your steps and echoes are now
Roaming free?;
Zombies ruling the fields
Where once great battles and wicked deeds were made.
The forger in the myth is dead
And his pets are making
Blood into sand
And vicotry into silent
Misery.
The people of tommorow,
What are your joys and sorrows?;
Same taste same bleakness in the blood,
Same rotting brain in the cup!
Where went the Sun,
Where went the Death
That your steps and echoes are now
Roaming free?;
Zombies ruling the fields
Where once great battles and wicked deeds were made.
The forger in the myth is dead
And his pets are making
Blood into sand
And vicotry into silent
Misery.
I write this so called poem off the top of my head:
Loney, Sad, Sick
Easy to be happy
But hard to achive
Like a flower,
Happiness dies quick.
Always happy,
but never true.
Suffering....
Pain.....
death.
Dead, with a smile on your face.
... what...? it's a poem!!
right?
:|
Loney, Sad, Sick
Easy to be happy
But hard to achive
Like a flower,
Happiness dies quick.
Always happy,
but never true.
Suffering....
Pain.....
death.
Dead, with a smile on your face.
... what...? it's a poem!!
right?
:|
I have nothing to fear
because noone is here,
this mansion and these walls
all around me like skin
of a dead person on ice,
and my words don't reach it outside
just echo in the halls
with bats and the screams
from the days when the hope
was alive
and the wounds bled all night.
All is chains, all is bricks
and stones on the floor,
all is forsaken for years:
no memory of trees,
no of natural light
and the dreams I once had.
The windows - all shut
just my bookshelves and my light:
a candle burning mad
in red lights with black smoke
talking with the shadows
dancing on my lips.
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© 2004 by Avatar
because noone is here,
this mansion and these walls
all around me like skin
of a dead person on ice,
and my words don't reach it outside
just echo in the halls
with bats and the screams
from the days when the hope
was alive
and the wounds bled all night.
All is chains, all is bricks
and stones on the floor,
all is forsaken for years:
no memory of trees,
no of natural light
and the dreams I once had.
The windows - all shut
just my bookshelves and my light:
a candle burning mad
in red lights with black smoke
talking with the shadows
dancing on my lips.
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© 2004 by Avatar
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The Pure White Snow
I think I feel.
I think I know.
I think I miss
the pure white snow
that once fell softly
on my skin.
And reminded me
what was in
my heart that I
had hid away
from everyone.
Until the day
the pure white snow
came falling down.
It left no trace
and made no sound.
And yet it changed
everything in me.
The pure white snow,
it set me free.
I think I feel.
I think I know.
I think I miss
the pure white snow
that once fell softly
on my skin.
And reminded me
what was in
my heart that I
had hid away
from everyone.
Until the day
the pure white snow
came falling down.
It left no trace
and made no sound.
And yet it changed
everything in me.
The pure white snow,
it set me free.
The knights will return,
Oh yes, they'll come,
The knights'll eat your little son!
They'll make him into a slave
With rust and chains,
He'll become a soldier new!
The witches shall burn;
Oh yes, she'll burn,
your beautiful wife
will perish in God's name!
You bones will shatter,
your tombstone will mutter
like an insane, old woman!
The priests shall snigger,
They will linger
At the flaming ruins of your land!
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© 2004 by Avatar
Oh yes, they'll come,
The knights'll eat your little son!
They'll make him into a slave
With rust and chains,
He'll become a soldier new!
The witches shall burn;
Oh yes, she'll burn,
your beautiful wife
will perish in God's name!
You bones will shatter,
your tombstone will mutter
like an insane, old woman!
The priests shall snigger,
They will linger
At the flaming ruins of your land!
---
© 2004 by Avatar
chains chains chains chains chains chains chains
chains You shall not stand your ground! chains
chains You shall not become alive! chains
chains You shall not become a sign! chains
chains chains chains chains chains chains chains
chains You shall not stand your ground! chains
chains You shall not become alive! chains
chains You shall not become a sign! chains
chains chains chains chains chains chains chains
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© 2004 by Avatar
Another one of my poems devoted to IRA
---
A child is dead when a child is born,
a war is declared in its blood -
the cause of life and death.
A war is declared in all the fronts
and his countrymen and enemies
grab and tear him apart.
Choose the side!!
Needles penetrate her eyes
and dirty liquid flows inside -
filth of the people and the centuries of past
combined.
Clean your gun!!
Happy birthday!,
the cake holds sixteen grenades,
we are proud - your family,
now go!
Ready! shoot! run!
The police and the queen
respond,
load their guns,
roadblocks appear,
smoke clears
and a new generation is born
from the death
of fellow men.
You can not help them anymore..
Hate spawns the proud,
it shines in gold;
hate kills the child,
it makes you old.
Cá bhfuil tú ag dul, a shaighdiúr? *
Patch your wounds in secrecy
and stand up
tall and strong above the bombs,
their demands!
Ná héist leo! **
---
© 2004 by Avatar
* Where are you heading, soldier? (Irish Gaelic)
** Don't listen to them! (Irish Gaelic)
p.s. Many thanks to the folks at the http://www.irishgaelictranslator.com forum
who were so kind and translated those two sentences for me!
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A child is dead when a child is born,
a war is declared in its blood -
the cause of life and death.
A war is declared in all the fronts
and his countrymen and enemies
grab and tear him apart.
Choose the side!!
Needles penetrate her eyes
and dirty liquid flows inside -
filth of the people and the centuries of past
combined.
Clean your gun!!
Happy birthday!,
the cake holds sixteen grenades,
we are proud - your family,
now go!
Ready! shoot! run!
The police and the queen
respond,
load their guns,
roadblocks appear,
smoke clears
and a new generation is born
from the death
of fellow men.
You can not help them anymore..
Hate spawns the proud,
it shines in gold;
hate kills the child,
it makes you old.
Cá bhfuil tú ag dul, a shaighdiúr? *
Patch your wounds in secrecy
and stand up
tall and strong above the bombs,
their demands!
Ná héist leo! **
---
© 2004 by Avatar
* Where are you heading, soldier? (Irish Gaelic)
** Don't listen to them! (Irish Gaelic)
p.s. Many thanks to the folks at the http://www.irishgaelictranslator.com forum
who were so kind and translated those two sentences for me!
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An old musing of mine, about the planet Jupiter.
A DEEP SKY
The mightiest of planets known
Has no ground, no sea, no land;
No stony peaks, no vales between,
No waters, nor a sandy strand.
Carmine, cream and jasper clouds
With profuse shades beside;
To the south, most brazen
Spins the worlds-wide crimson eye.
Hyper-potent tempests rule:
Lightnings that could light a nation;
Winds with force like none on Earth,
Calm might seem a vitiation.
In ten hours this vast world spins,
Winds are not by landforms slowed,
Deep-born fires drive them swifter,
Storm-belts circle round the globe.
Hurricane-spun layers of clouds
For untold miles are plunging cliffs;
Reds above so vivid-lit,
Are dusky brown in Sunless depths.
Freezing heights, but torrid abyss -
A steam-layer seethes, in dark miasma,
Chemistries run wild, far down
Through scores of sequent vaporous strata.
There at last, the sky may end
(In no plain boundary, nowhere sharp),
But under monstrous pressures, air
Is forced to fluid, churning dark.
Further still this vast descends,
So far down, ever hotter, dense;
The Jovian sky - though deep it be -
Is but a gauze, on depths immense.
A DEEP SKY
The mightiest of planets known
Has no ground, no sea, no land;
No stony peaks, no vales between,
No waters, nor a sandy strand.
Carmine, cream and jasper clouds
With profuse shades beside;
To the south, most brazen
Spins the worlds-wide crimson eye.
Hyper-potent tempests rule:
Lightnings that could light a nation;
Winds with force like none on Earth,
Calm might seem a vitiation.
In ten hours this vast world spins,
Winds are not by landforms slowed,
Deep-born fires drive them swifter,
Storm-belts circle round the globe.
Hurricane-spun layers of clouds
For untold miles are plunging cliffs;
Reds above so vivid-lit,
Are dusky brown in Sunless depths.
Freezing heights, but torrid abyss -
A steam-layer seethes, in dark miasma,
Chemistries run wild, far down
Through scores of sequent vaporous strata.
There at last, the sky may end
(In no plain boundary, nowhere sharp),
But under monstrous pressures, air
Is forced to fluid, churning dark.
Further still this vast descends,
So far down, ever hotter, dense;
The Jovian sky - though deep it be -
Is but a gauze, on depths immense.
I'm working on a book ok well it's been in the works a very long time and I wouldn't consider it a book that tells a story in the way most people are used to. I tried that and it was insanely crappy. But this is the opening to it so far.
Introduction to Revelations Within My Mind by MagiAwen
THE BEGINNINGS
For days I sit and wait
For another thought
Perhaps a revelation
To force what should come naturally
A feeling to stir inside me
Words wanting to come out
But what words and when
And why I wonder at times
Wait and sit
No thoughts coming to mind
Tears and fears stirring
Listening to my soul
Then it comes with no warning
Thoughts flicker
Dreams shimmer in the corners of my mind
Frantically calling to be heard.
On a journey you notice
That which no one may
Some that others cannot see
To be aware of what and when and continually ask why
To search for explanations
Is to be a fool
To have a free mind
To have an open heart
To search for understanding and acceptance
That is the goal within myself.
I do not know an answer
To what questions you may pose
What wonders may be brought with suggestion
Thoughts that bring revelation to the mind
What comes to mind
Turned over in thoughts
Expressed on paper
As fluent as I am able.
The question unanswered
From where does it come?
A sleepless mind it may be
Love, life, woes, and experience
I am not a painter,
My sketches are sad
To pat a pot of clay
Is nothing I can do
I tried to write a book
But- my plot was weak
I do my best at poems
Showing my immaturity
It's an odd thing
But I feel an art just the same
Thought weaving I call it
For lack of anything else
For you to see my words
And open your mind.
© 1990-2004
Introduction to Revelations Within My Mind by MagiAwen
THE BEGINNINGS
For days I sit and wait
For another thought
Perhaps a revelation
To force what should come naturally
A feeling to stir inside me
Words wanting to come out
But what words and when
And why I wonder at times
Wait and sit
No thoughts coming to mind
Tears and fears stirring
Listening to my soul
Then it comes with no warning
Thoughts flicker
Dreams shimmer in the corners of my mind
Frantically calling to be heard.
On a journey you notice
That which no one may
Some that others cannot see
To be aware of what and when and continually ask why
To search for explanations
Is to be a fool
To have a free mind
To have an open heart
To search for understanding and acceptance
That is the goal within myself.
I do not know an answer
To what questions you may pose
What wonders may be brought with suggestion
Thoughts that bring revelation to the mind
What comes to mind
Turned over in thoughts
Expressed on paper
As fluent as I am able.
The question unanswered
From where does it come?
A sleepless mind it may be
Love, life, woes, and experience
I am not a painter,
My sketches are sad
To pat a pot of clay
Is nothing I can do
I tried to write a book
But- my plot was weak
I do my best at poems
Showing my immaturity
It's an odd thing
But I feel an art just the same
Thought weaving I call it
For lack of anything else
For you to see my words
And open your mind.
© 1990-2004
[ambient]
This is a ritual to a dream,
this is a call to feel,
this is a ritual in a dream,
this is a whisper to be.
possesed, possesed,
possesed be
by the spirits and the ancients of this creek,
possesed, possesed,
possesed dream
how created was this creek.
your eyes become older
than the trees in this field
and your visions are rising
from the bones below your feet,
they are buried deep beyond sight,
beyond memory of the alive.
possesed, possesed,
possesed be
by the spirits and the ancients of this creek,
possesed, possesed,
possesed dream
how created was this creek.
first were the gods,
then was the sun,
but before them was a leaf
sailing in this creek.
then came the earth and the men,
they all were looking at the creek
and the poets sung and the women cried
at the the beauty of this creek.
and there was plague and there was blood,
and there was death swinging its blade,
but nothing could change the waters of this creek.
the song becomes ancient,
there are no words
just the radiance of that feeling
which created this creek.
uuuuuUUUUUuuuuuu
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
UUUUUaaaaaaaaaaaa
mAummmmmmmmm
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
© 2004 by Avatar
This is a ritual to a dream,
this is a call to feel,
this is a ritual in a dream,
this is a whisper to be.
possesed, possesed,
possesed be
by the spirits and the ancients of this creek,
possesed, possesed,
possesed dream
how created was this creek.
your eyes become older
than the trees in this field
and your visions are rising
from the bones below your feet,
they are buried deep beyond sight,
beyond memory of the alive.
possesed, possesed,
possesed be
by the spirits and the ancients of this creek,
possesed, possesed,
possesed dream
how created was this creek.
first were the gods,
then was the sun,
but before them was a leaf
sailing in this creek.
then came the earth and the men,
they all were looking at the creek
and the poets sung and the women cried
at the the beauty of this creek.
and there was plague and there was blood,
and there was death swinging its blade,
but nothing could change the waters of this creek.
the song becomes ancient,
there are no words
just the radiance of that feeling
which created this creek.
uuuuuUUUUUuuuuuu
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
UUUUUaaaaaaaaaaaa
mAummmmmmmmm
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
© 2004 by Avatar
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TIME GOES ON
Upon Waking.
Wintery chill of November air I feel slowing breathing in
Wonderous white sky of morning
Dim figures lit by the bright fading sunlight
Shadowed by clouds
Steam rising off the pillow as day begins
Blankets stiff with frost crackling to fold
Moist breath from the beasts
Leaves mists hanging in limbo
Cold leather creaks
Metal soft sounds in the snow
Sighs, groans, sounds of morning coming to ear
Packed and awake the journey continues.
© 1990-2004 MagiAwen
Upon Waking.
Wintery chill of November air I feel slowing breathing in
Wonderous white sky of morning
Dim figures lit by the bright fading sunlight
Shadowed by clouds
Steam rising off the pillow as day begins
Blankets stiff with frost crackling to fold
Moist breath from the beasts
Leaves mists hanging in limbo
Cold leather creaks
Metal soft sounds in the snow
Sighs, groans, sounds of morning coming to ear
Packed and awake the journey continues.
© 1990-2004 MagiAwen
The sheperd watches,
the sheep do not stray.
Everything wanders
and days slip away.
The sheperd is sleeping,
the sheep do not leave.
Everyone ponders
what's up his sleeve.
The sheperd is dead,
the sheep are all gone.
A wolf slipped in
in a sheepskin he donned.
The sheep had a chance
to all run away,
but instead sat there thinking
and never once strayed.
the sheep do not stray.
Everything wanders
and days slip away.
The sheperd is sleeping,
the sheep do not leave.
Everyone ponders
what's up his sleeve.
The sheperd is dead,
the sheep are all gone.
A wolf slipped in
in a sheepskin he donned.
The sheep had a chance
to all run away,
but instead sat there thinking
and never once strayed.
Will my thoughts were a voice, endless prattle would I speak.
Unintelligble to the righteous, disseminate leader of the weak.
Will my prattle were intelligible, endless wisdom I would speak,
Unintelligible to the immoral, disseminate leader of the week.
Q
04'
Unintelligble to the righteous, disseminate leader of the weak.
Will my prattle were intelligible, endless wisdom I would speak,
Unintelligible to the immoral, disseminate leader of the week.
Q
04'
SHATTERED
She walks with a tortured soul
Vacant eyes that look but do not see
The past streaming back to her so often it is the now
Reality vanishes
Her reality now is her torturous mind
Memories are meant to fade, meant to heal........
Meant...what is meant...easy to say
What is meant to be most often is not reality
She lives among horrors we will never know
And she may never realize
There's a demon around every corner
Beasts ugly and vile in every alley
A murderer, rapist, addict in every man she sees
For she seees only one man....the man that was like a god to the child of 4 years
To the child that was lost....who died within her
Scars on her face, arms, stomach, and back......
Do not begin to tell the amount of pain and suffering she still endures
Also as I cannot begin to scratch the surface of her sorrow
For some things there are no words that can fully describe
For her, I cry......
© 1990-2004 MagiAwen
She walks with a tortured soul
Vacant eyes that look but do not see
The past streaming back to her so often it is the now
Reality vanishes
Her reality now is her torturous mind
Memories are meant to fade, meant to heal........
Meant...what is meant...easy to say
What is meant to be most often is not reality
She lives among horrors we will never know
And she may never realize
There's a demon around every corner
Beasts ugly and vile in every alley
A murderer, rapist, addict in every man she sees
For she seees only one man....the man that was like a god to the child of 4 years
To the child that was lost....who died within her
Scars on her face, arms, stomach, and back......
Do not begin to tell the amount of pain and suffering she still endures
Also as I cannot begin to scratch the surface of her sorrow
For some things there are no words that can fully describe
For her, I cry......
© 1990-2004 MagiAwen
TO FEEL PAIN
How much pain I do feel that is not my own....
Not my experience, not my creation
No imagination do I have for such things.
Waves cover me like the beach at tide....
Of anguish and fear
Sorrow, horrible memories that I know
Are not mine....
Empathy may be a gift to some
Compassion may come naturally
But this...this is something I don't know what to call.....
© 1990-2004 MagiAwen
How much pain I do feel that is not my own....
Not my experience, not my creation
No imagination do I have for such things.
Waves cover me like the beach at tide....
Of anguish and fear
Sorrow, horrible memories that I know
Are not mine....
Empathy may be a gift to some
Compassion may come naturally
But this...this is something I don't know what to call.....
© 1990-2004 MagiAwen
Bondage
Whisper sweet nothings.
Open my mind.
Tell me I'm something,
I'm one of a kind.
Make me feel special.
Make me feel real.
Tell me I'm god.
I'm the real deal.
Call me your master
and I'll be your slave.
Say "fuck me faster"
and I'll give what you crave.
I'll tie you up
and be in the palm of your hand.
Then I'll fuck you until
neither of us can stand.
The cuffs are real cute
but rope is much better.
My god I'm so hard,
and you've never looked wetter.
Let's go to paradise,
I'll drive all the way.
Deep into heaven,
you're such a great lay.
And when we are done
I'll undo the knots.
We'll lie exhausted
in our little cot.
You'll say "I love you"
and I'll say I know.
And the webcam will say
we gave a great show.
Whisper sweet nothings.
Open my mind.
Tell me I'm something,
I'm one of a kind.
Make me feel special.
Make me feel real.
Tell me I'm god.
I'm the real deal.
Call me your master
and I'll be your slave.
Say "fuck me faster"
and I'll give what you crave.
I'll tie you up
and be in the palm of your hand.
Then I'll fuck you until
neither of us can stand.
The cuffs are real cute
but rope is much better.
My god I'm so hard,
and you've never looked wetter.
Let's go to paradise,
I'll drive all the way.
Deep into heaven,
you're such a great lay.
And when we are done
I'll undo the knots.
We'll lie exhausted
in our little cot.
You'll say "I love you"
and I'll say I know.
And the webcam will say
we gave a great show.
Hello Babes
With the same heart, I share my love and hurt
My lips, giving with their soft, loving touches
Shall make your bosom a salted wetness
Is it really so complicated, this mesh of neurons?
Now here, then there
Forever in search of your love,
Endlessly seeking a futile freedom
At once sharing in a loving embrace
And irking from commitment’s preface
Perhaps the beauty in a blowing leaf is where next?
But its end is always down
So hello babes, let’s make the best of it.
With the same heart, I share my love and hurt
My lips, giving with their soft, loving touches
Shall make your bosom a salted wetness
Is it really so complicated, this mesh of neurons?
Now here, then there
Forever in search of your love,
Endlessly seeking a futile freedom
At once sharing in a loving embrace
And irking from commitment’s preface
Perhaps the beauty in a blowing leaf is where next?
But its end is always down
So hello babes, let’s make the best of it.
Betrayed
Trapped I am in this my dream.
What is this reality?
Am I walking a pathway unseen
the same roads of eternity.
What hides within the whispering shadows
darkened tendrils caressing my skin
madness beckons from creaking gallows
putrifying flesh decaying within.
Life growing, swarming within the death
eyes now unseeing loll on pallid cheeks
a million living creatures take a breath
as the wooden timber in the breeze creaks.
To attack again in their ferocious hunger
a darkened cloud tinged with red
the aged dying replaced by the younger
a new circle of life being bred.
Eating from the body hanging bare
noose drawn tight round a neck broken
did anyone in this world ever care
for a lonely boy who had never spoken.
An outcast taunted by his peers
surviving on the scraps of others
he would never show anyone his tears
fellow men were never his brothers.
His day was night when men slept
free to walk the silent streets
it was then that his body wept
stumbling along on his aching feet.
Then he came across the silent entity
a mannequin lying on the ground
he knelt beside her feeling pity
unable to utter a single sound.
His hand touched the pliant mask
pulling away, hand now coloured red
knowing that he could never ask
if this was a person lying dead.
He ran from one as quiet as he
to hide from the now rising sun
each day being plagued by misery
as the hunt had now begun.
Dragged from the shadows of his lair
kicked and beaten to the ground
hung without trial and no-one to care
because blood on his clothes was found.
Yet it is I who can find no rest
watching feet dangle in the sun
for that lolling eye shows detest
to a father who betrayed his only son.
Trapped I am in this my dream.
What is this reality?
Am I walking a pathway unseen
the same roads of eternity.
What hides within the whispering shadows
darkened tendrils caressing my skin
madness beckons from creaking gallows
putrifying flesh decaying within.
Life growing, swarming within the death
eyes now unseeing loll on pallid cheeks
a million living creatures take a breath
as the wooden timber in the breeze creaks.
To attack again in their ferocious hunger
a darkened cloud tinged with red
the aged dying replaced by the younger
a new circle of life being bred.
Eating from the body hanging bare
noose drawn tight round a neck broken
did anyone in this world ever care
for a lonely boy who had never spoken.
An outcast taunted by his peers
surviving on the scraps of others
he would never show anyone his tears
fellow men were never his brothers.
His day was night when men slept
free to walk the silent streets
it was then that his body wept
stumbling along on his aching feet.
Then he came across the silent entity
a mannequin lying on the ground
he knelt beside her feeling pity
unable to utter a single sound.
His hand touched the pliant mask
pulling away, hand now coloured red
knowing that he could never ask
if this was a person lying dead.
He ran from one as quiet as he
to hide from the now rising sun
each day being plagued by misery
as the hunt had now begun.
Dragged from the shadows of his lair
kicked and beaten to the ground
hung without trial and no-one to care
because blood on his clothes was found.
Yet it is I who can find no rest
watching feet dangle in the sun
for that lolling eye shows detest
to a father who betrayed his only son.