A Poem Thread

What the fuck?
What is with all the rhyming?
Don't you know it is all about the rhythm?
I dropped my computer... what an ugly word.
I'll build a wall around my mind with ugly words like that.
Why do we insist on letting the babies grow with splints on their ankles?
Let them run on alone.
We can just observe.

Poem George Bush wrote all by himself-
Freedom is a very important thing
Give me a second, Condoleeza, I'm still thinking...
Bombs with babies are things of nature
We just have to sell that to the legislature.
Oh wait, I forgot, I said the war was over
Call mr. rove for a game of red rover.
Cover my eyes for me one more time
I find this rush of power quite... sublime.

I guess the rhyming is useful for adding silliness. Pagliacci = sad clown.
 
I've got nine lives and I want to take nine more.
Nine times nine to eternity.
Bite my tail!

Trashcans, brains, people, milk -
I drink nine lives from them,
oh, bite my tail!

Meow! My fangs need flesh,
my, my paws SCRATCH!, you bleed.
Give milk!

Nine times to heaven,
Nine tails I've had,
Nine times in hell,
Nine times I've fled.

Bite my tail!


© 2005 by Avatar
 
I dont often run off and post poetry, but i thought maybe this time just to be.. er... friendly. i hope yall like it a little at least heh Aug

Sandman

Tears for wheels, torn for clothes...
she tailored fine reveals
to expose what should not show.

Made high to feel.
So no one knows...
the blood that steals
all in rows.

Crying like a glacier
in the Sandman's heart it snows..
the day his sunshine left him,
was the night cloak that he chose.

He tried to cough, and shine his voice..
he gave her love, then he tried in prose
to warm her heart with poetry.
She fell to peices the day he froze.

So he made her rings of icicles
she wore them on her toes...
as she danced her dance on red-hot coals..
her tears turned to glass; all shattered souls.

Sharp paper walls cut empty holes,
and fenced these Four to make amends..
squares for wheels fell to ruin.. again.
Rolling blocks had made them friends.

A viking with a raven pulled a golden thread from the Sandman's nose.
Then the sandman fell to peices: falter fallen angel..
into a dune, on a crackling road.
made of tears of glass... on that day he froze.

"Viking?"
said the Raven,
"whos image trapped in every tear?"
"Raven.."
said the viking
"its the one he loved that's there."

"But," said the Raven shaken,
"she smiles as she dances,
blood streaming from her hair...
it soaks the ground beneath the world,
a vision I cannot bear!"

"But Raven,"
said the viking,
" the Arms you chose to wear,
are made of flesh and lightening,
your soul belongs to aire!"
"While I ride the tide in a vessel made
of a great white whale's hair.
It breathes beneath my feet of shells,
we'll now set sail! prepare!"

So, they gathered up the Sandman...
in one small box they placed his dune.
In another they placed his tears of glass..
that forever contained his ruin.

They waded through the blood,
that flowed across the sand.
they crossed to the shore..and ALL
ABOARD!!
they turned their backs to that cursed land,
carrying a glacier
that became the Sandman.

Raven snapped his fearsome wings...
thunder clapped! forever more...
his beating wings robbed sky of air..
parting the sea from shore to shore..

And when the part slammed shut again...
all of existance heard the Creator's roar!!
that boomed atop the tidal wave..
that carried the vikings vesssel
and the cargo that he swore.....

unfinished..... © july 1998 GV
 
The children who sat in The Ring
On the field of grain
With civility towards the other
Pondered about death and immortality
They got up from the ground on the field
Sat on the roof
And watched into eternity the setting sun



Copyright bitches
 
here's a long-winded poem i wrote. maybe you'll like it maybe you wont :)


In My Night

In my night, upon my darkness
with white curtains drawn,
all that was on
were the silhouettes of young,
levitating, agitated Angels.

For those who've gained The Glimpse,
one massive fleeting vision, yes;
but enuf to make us stumble up,
grimmace, and commence...
we're followed by the holy imps to
the approaching apocalypse.
Like We and They were drawn.
Animated by some dusty, unseen hand of old;
trembling, weathered cold and long.
Pulling strings thru destiny,so...
We have become
the spirit embodiment of marionettes
possessed by the giggling numb darkness
that we seem to like to wear,
that we put on.
All the while taking for granted
that water IS wine, not yet decanted..
and left uncorked in the summer sun.
We,like drunken ballet dancers, forced
to pirouette forever on..
on beds of long sharp nails,
until our bones and bed,
flesh frail and rusted steel,
have fused together in a wail,
singing homage to the Bloodied One,
who's long since risen and wandered home.

Hey! Oh hey! Sing along!
Laugh and dance and make of it merry,
never look over shoulders for fear
of something always there, and scary;
like a parade of goofy, grinning, drooling
devil dancing bears.
Coming for our hollow corpses,
stripped to their underwear.

In the end, the Body Takers,
are without interest in our follies,
nor in our lifes' offerings and good deeds.
Our hollow husks are are shaken lightly,
leaving naught behind us but
a few narrow drifting seeds.

The rest is up to the Ones of Tomorrow,
who too, will be followed in silence,
on their way to witness the Death and the Triumph,
by the sublime Angels of Sorrow.
The holy imps that must somehow,
fullfill our etheric, invisable needs.
Providing some grace and some light
to those otherwise blind to the strings that bind us
to where ever the Puppeteer leads.


gus voss c.1985-1993?
 
i have a funny feel yall are likely sick of my longwinded bullshit in general by now but here is yet more. i compressed the devil out of the one and only recording in the world of me reciting poetry. the poem is my first fav poem as a kid called The Jumblies, by Edward Lear i think. the background music is me too playing a little bit of classical tune on guitar looped over and over thruout the reading hehe. its a longass weirdass poem, be warned and im no prized reader myself, but i read it nevertheless. or whatever. i compressed the whole thing down to a less than a 1 mb file. easy to dl even if youre dialing up. hey who knows, someday when im famous maybe youll say, " holy shit! i have an old mp3 of that weird jackass reading a weird poem from when he was about 25! oh joy.(finds file clicks delete)" . http://members.aol.com/gusvoss/jumb.mp3


as for my longwindedness in general. the reason i go around posting my opinions on this forum or that all coming across like i know something, is because where i am in life in my mind is a place that is all pretty neatly connected by a pretty solid logic that has just developed natural thru the course of my thoughts over the years. do not read me wrong tho. im not bragging. not by a longshot. i post and come across like i do because im in desperate need of being challenged.. on EVERYTHING i think. despite the tidy arangement of considerations i have about practically everything, i know at the same time, the inherent danger of feeling comfortable with ones present evaluations of the world. i created my world-veiw perspective for the most part on my own. i am an extreme introvert and have avoided sources of thought that i imagined might influence my path. on one hand in my opinion as an artist a very good thing. ive been able to realize the fruits of my personal visions for the most part uncorrupted by the world. on the other hand...my world aint shit and theres far more to it than what little i think i see in it.. thats where i need friends with minds.. to challenge my views.

ifn i dont get that where im at, ill soon move on. i havent time for fucking around as they say. life is too short and i need to get a fresh perspective to go round again. so.... help me out. or if youd rather not, ill soon become aware of it, and without much fanfare, depart. however it may go, know that i consider this sciforum one of the more intelligent and civilized ive encountered at least. yall must be doing SOMETHING right.
sin sear lee
 
The best piece of poetry I ever read was called 'Ambition'. I t reads...

"ONE DAY"
 
Here's one some fucker liked enough to plagiarize. Guess the title.


With every hour spent facing the screen
Idleness grows, ambitions recede
With every minute spent facing the screen
Repeat visits ensue, concreted by lust...
Fields upon fields of realized fantasies,
we are all emperors here, so we revel in our excessivesness--
shedding years upon years of cultural retentiveness.
 
thefountainhed said:
Here's one some fucker liked enough to plagiarize. Guess the title.


With every hour spent facing the screen
Idleness grows, ambitions recede
With every minute spent facing the screen
Repeat visits ensue, concreted by lust...
Fields upon fields of realized fantasies,
we are all emperors here, so we revel in our excessivesness--
shedding years upon years of cultural retentiveness.
Click to expand...


nice
 
[|I'm ^ pilot|]

this is not helping,
the pill is not working,
I pull "eject", happens nothing:
the sky above my eyes remains shut,
I am catapulting into a wall.

---
© 2005 by Avatar
 
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In the presence on unseen angels,
lurk the forbidden who shall not be seen.

In the light of heaven's childerns,
dance the shadows of unclean

inbetween walk the innocent, the unknowing,
the hellbound and the redeemed.

I walk alone in the empty streets,
a stranger to the world unseen.


Sargentlard

copyrighted.
 
I am at work
it's getting kind of boring
it's three am
and i wish i was snoring
there is nobody here
i'm all on my own
and if i don't go home soon
........unfinished
 
You and Me

You came into my life
When everything was so bad
You came and stood by me
Whenever I was sad
And now you and I are together
What we have is true
And I just want you to know
Rena I love you.

Fog

Peering into the distance the fog clouding my sight
I feel torn apart from this horrid fight
We say some things and mean only the best
I wish you could forget all the rest
But I see now how you see things
Even if it means I must endure the stings
The pains and the aches of my heart must be felt
Just as a beautiful rose must be smelt
But still looking into the distance where clouds blur vision
I see only you with total precision
You are as bright as the sun as clear as the days
I see only you in the fog, in the haze


Those Eyes

I gaze into those eyes
Yet see not a flicker in return
The blank stare that I get
Makes my soul begin to burn
The emptiness I see
When I peer into those eyes
Seems to envelope the world
And make tears fall from the skies

Anger

It rises unseen like a silent monster
Lurking in the shadows till the timings just right
Then it pounces on its victim
It extinguishes their light
You cannot control it
It controls you
It can make you say things
That you know to be untrue
Yet still you cannot fight it
It can make the mighty fall
It can govern your every move
Anger can consume us all


All of these are originals composed by myself
 
For tiassa.

Tears flow from bloodshot eyes
Like the river to the sea.
Upside down and inside out
It's the third time today
Better than yesterday.

Under his skin
But out of his hands.
He hates the feeling
Knows the reason
And inherits his own treason.

He's burned the gifts
Set the lies.
And chooses the right words to blame
To strangers and friends
Under the black belly of disguise.

He plays the crowded room
Sitting there doing time.
Same face with everymans thoughts and desires.
No reason to be excited
No reason to be delighted.

It's another room, another place
Fooling himself in a smoke filled kiss
A drugged kiss from burning lips
That leaves him high and dry
Under the distraction of a starless sky.

He wants to make love again
His heartbeat next to hers.
Feel the embrace of a caring kiss
And rediscovering an accepting smile
Beyond his own tempests that drown for miles.

It's noisy across the sin of the city
But noisier inside lost lonely cries.
The cars still scream
But the hearts grown numb
Living in the way he dies.

He walks through the silken night
Jealous of lovers making the most of the dark.
He's imprisoned perceptions
Of eternal emotions and vain desires
Striking electric anger in tired nerves on fire.

He's rehearsed it a thousand times in his mind
For that one chance boast.
Edited the lines to be close again.
Close enough to hear his name
From the one he hates the most.

And so slips another sleepless hour
On a bed of nails he aches
Wondering if his window is just high enough.
High enough to be free
To be blown by the wind's wake.

~Contessa Arditezza 03/10/05
In hopes that he finds his window.
 
'Scratch the Itch'

A tantalizing tingle,
A sweet and subtle whispering, the skin.

The sweet sweet skin, my flesh.
Tingles like music, bells and flutes.
And precious little drums, beat beat beat, against my nerves.

My long and muscular fingers,
My fingers ache with need.
I long to touch the ripened skin,
and dig into its ripeness.

Picking and digging, to get inside.
Peeling the skin, so good, so good.
I answer the tingle, with cool water;
I quench the tingling.
pick and peel, dig and rub.

I bathe, in the warmth of new skin.
The feel of wet pleasure.
Bloody, raw skin.
I leave behind the old, like dirty underpants.
Stained, rotten, used.

- a poem by bob
 
Wax

Sargentlard


I sit by the candlelight, to see the world in my wax dreams.
I watch the sky with starlit eyes, to paint a canvas of no seems.

I lay, touched by unseen hands, of the wind as I take my decent.
If I could I would, hide away with you hand in hand.

We can sit by the candlelight and watch it all unfold.
watch the light traverse your face, as if you had bathed in gold.

By my candlelight, the wax castles float away quiet and serene
I'll light another in due time and show you what i've seen.
 
The End

Kindred spirits,
Souls unite.
Burning Fire,
An existence of fright.
Thrown down hard,
A space unfulfilled.
A tearing moment,
When will has no build.
I sit and I shake,
For hours on end.
My ailment is gone,
But in it's place is a bend.
A line on my heart,
That bleeds for all time.
A soul with no start,
A defensive mind.
A need to start over,
Revolves in my head.
Don't know where to begin,
Can't forget what you said.
But I must now move on,
Should get on with my life.
I must now be strong,
No fear and no strife.

Good?
I've always thought it kind of juvinile.
Comments anyone?
 
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