A Poem Thread

The whore of your soul is ready to sell
all dreams for a moment of peace;
all dreams exchanged for chains
and crucifixes fixed with nails!

Tired of life and tired of the intensity of light
you sink in the darkness of blood -
the blood of your lover
and the blood in your saliva!

You are swimming in an ocean of fear,
in an ocean of forsaken ideas, all hail!
All hail the morons and all hail the whores -
the hero slaves of our time! The rulers of the human world!
 
I said I has an afterlife plus a Canada
Up my [enc]mangina[/enc] this morning
But Avatar warned me
I hasn't. :(
 
To chipmunks! And my friend Christine.


I come back to our Earth to live for Christine!
I come back to Christine.
In Christs' name - Christine!

And the clouds, and the sea, and the sky,
all in Christs' name, Christine!
You are Christine! You are Christ!

Holy are your multitude forms,
holy you are as birds,
holy as critters and as fish,
holy as cats! Holy as you!

Nothing is more holy,
nothing else exists,
all that exists is you, Christine!
In Christs' name I love you, Christine!
 
water makes a pretty fountain
water flows down a mountain
water flows through a tree
water alas reaches the sea
 
Poverty of peace


Driving on the oceans dream

listening to the sounds of nothing

smoke and fire far away

complacent people walk

noone ever talks

Noone ever wonders why

noone ever stops to try

Just stare far away at disaster

it wont invade your life

it wont come to your door

it wont claim your childrens lives

obscurity in distance

a far away war

So much hate bred from death

so many parents now childless

Bombed out dreams of lives with smiles

Patriots delivering hollow point freedom

a body bag retirement from a job well done

ordered by children who want more

heretic liars with deceitful ideals

leaders and haters

war mongering pigs

Fucking our country

and killing our kids

Burning the foundation

of a once great nation

far away on an oceans dream

I still hear the childless mothers scream
 
two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
like an assasin ... who does it for fun.

two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
life gone away...i'm done.

two red roses sitting on my coffin, the wind blows, leaving only one
the world i know disappears...like the setting sun.
 
My dream
At times I dont remember any
At times I dont remember what it is
But in the silence amongst the darkness
I see my dream, eternal and bright
beautiful as I have never seen it shine before
My dream is here, it is in me

And everyday reminds me of tomorrow
and rain that pours down reminds me of the sun
like leaves' of autumn dance, like ripples of the lake's reflection
within the depth of smooth surface, down below
the dream shines bright within
and makes me dance
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his words meant nothing to the crowd
the crowd was not seen and heard by him
at times his voice could be perceived as chaos
at times his voice could be, sweet lullaby to sing
the pain evoked by dreams he could not handle...
...meant nothing to the people who could not have dreamed
the peoples' pain evoked by their emotions' chaos...
...meant nothing to his dreams and him

Than came a sound, it broke silence or chaos from within
It danced around trees, their' shadows
it danced around people and their pains that they evoked, for chaos to begin
The sound came to bring the end and silence in

his words meant nothing to the crowd
the crowd was not seen and heard by him
at times his voice could be perceived as chaos
at times his voice could be, sweet lullaby to sing
the pain evoked by dreams he could not handle...
...meant nothing to the people who could not have dreamed
the peoples' pain evoked by their emotions' chaos...
...meant nothing to his dreams and him
 
There once was a man called Angelus,
Whose amateur poetry befell us,
He bored us to death,
With every breath,
Oh why must he be such a phallus
 
The Elephant is Slow to Mate
by D.H. Lawrence


The elephant, the huge old beast,
is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
they wait

for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
and drink and browse

and dash in panic through the brake
of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
together, without a word.

So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
hiding their fire.

Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
for the full repast.

They do not snatch, they do not tear;
their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
till they touch in flood.
 
Sodom and Gomorrah

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Like angel from abyss, I'll crawl out of the ravine, and with blind eyes that cannot see pure light of heaven, my wings will carry me to God, to whom my whisper for forgiveness will be delivered.
But God hears not for those who have failed to grasp the knowledge of truth relayed within the realm of the Bible. The scriptures told the children of the cities, the scriptures called out them by names...that wisdom however was that beyond which they could comprehend. If only they believed, if only they would leave the city, yet all they did was laugh and spit on angel who was blind but finally has seen the truth from heaven. And when time came the cities fell to ashes and those who dared look have changed to stone, their bodies turned to rock. Than only Angel stood atop the ravine, turned back to cities' ashes and his past.
 
And space, it had dimensions four,
Instead of only three.
The square of the hypotenuse
Ain't what it used to be.
It greives me sore, the things you have done
to plane geometry.

You hold that time is badly warped,
That even light is bent,
I think i get the idea here,
if this is what you mean't;
The mail the postman brings today
tomorrow will it be sent.

The shortest line, Einstein replied,
is not the one that is straight.
It curves into itself.
Much like a figure of eight.
And if you go too rapidly,
you will arrive too late.

W. H. Williams
At a dinner in Einstein's honor, Pasadana, California.

:rolleyes:

Reiku ;)
 
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dry love in my heart
whispering of time lost and forgotten
memories like strings of life
sending waves throughout me
bringing back times of pain and happiness

let the wind blow through your heart
kiss her softly tenderly make love to her
memories are made from touch
they will all be one day gone
After sunrise, sunset always comes
 
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I saw this beautiful girl once
She’s what my chemistry teacher would call a rare earth element
She’s what my biological teacher would call an evolution
And what my physics teacher called a beam of light
I’m not a marketing major but I should just tell everybody this
Dude you have to see this chick
A linguist would be dumbfounded
Philosophers would gasp in content
And mathematicians would call her a new number
And that’s no bull
This beautiful girl once
 
[Another poetry thread].


The Panorama

Someone said that if you try and finish it would come back to haunt you
Someone said a lot of things
But you spit the pit into the pendulum
And crossed darts at his heartstring core

The Panorama can surely beat you senseless
Comatose and rational as you would ever be
Could ever be

In the silent slipping seconds that fall beneath your embrace to topple hands and climbing stairs to Heaven's patience waiting green
And this sin you and I are in falls
Right off your back
With such ease cancer would be cremated had it only known

So if you want to try and take the dive, you will find out just how far there's to fall
Until you reach the end and barely miss the wall
On you're way out the door—
Only children's tales and monoliths are left here anymore.



This is for someone who I knew in a different place and time. I wonder if they can ever really know the inside of the inside and the desolation it fosters.

So with that said, I make my dedication and take my leave.
And they said, "Dream the distant night.."​
 
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