A Poem Thread

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hey! some of you might not know me but i posted here along time ago (several months ago.) any way im back or at least posting a bit college is eating me alive double majoring is hard. lol any way here yeah go.



The Dead Poets Chronicles



The Dead Poet I (after death is known?)

I am thee light of a star
And I am already dead
By the time you hear or read
The words that I’ve said
I’m infested by insects
In the box, condemned
Lost and absent of my voice
For my work is fed
To minds in search for answers
A light that will shed

Upon the face with knowledge
Unlocked for innoc’nce
But for me the brilliant light
Never shines to kiss
I am in eternal rest
No sounds of excel’ence
Will fill my ears -now long gone
Anathematized in bliss?
Never knowing if they heard
Of my edifice


The Dead Poet II (Censorship)

Hold back your tongue who alter
All works’ to disguise
Tricking those to see only
Through your painted eyes
Waver your wand of blackness
Cast it Anathematize
Me damned, to my dwelling
Beneath her, glory wise
I wait in it’s depth biding
My work to mobilize

See now in the inane’s orbs
A chime rings’ the bell
In knowledge’s cond’scending
Valued citadel
Past the crevice and river
In it’s gloomy hell?
Now make your move, a vulture
Waiting sense I fell
Ignorance is bliss, exposed!
Now open your shell



The Dead Poet III (forgotten)

Dreams fade like dust to grave
The great holocaust
Histori’s important lessons
Removed: void, and lost
Nightmare in language is
Knowledge, black to wast(be)
Altered in the victors view
Ease to power; Faust ?
The deed in translation was
Endure this cost

Simulate the original
With missing figures
Solitude for the writers,
As Thinking inures
For the proles stupidity will
Bring them, as lie lures.
Beckon time’s past, -it isn’t slain
Yet the bottle sours
If no one recalls the pages
They wane in forth hours



The Dead Poet IV (to be whole)



ext’nding out of the concourse
to fill caves with fire
the missing warmth. -a key stone
the rise of desire
a beat left of the plexus
leading to aspire
I’m confused and startled of
this. I must inquire.
but would perception ruin?
I raze the prior.

she elevates me above
all that is in choice
the sweet serenade of regard
that is her calm voice
brings me to heaven and its
Plato. i rejoice!
the emerald panes light fills
me, and gave hoist.
beautiful! now love dwells in
me. Without a choice



The Dead Poet V (Betrayal )

the magnificent poisoned
me, the trickery
a Trojan horse to spite thine
the monstrosity!
of all things constructed there in
the felt artery
-this Pain constitutes action
and tests ability
but what can I do -it hounds
my mind, to obscur’ty

thrown form its pedestal
exposed to deceit
-this labyrinth of feelings says
I’m lost in repeat
never have I felt this hurt
-the tears won’t retreat
I must hold together, mind
help me! ere defeat
I’m bitter and gloom. absence
of her. - incomplete



The Dead Poet VI ( The Aqueduct)

she stood in autumn marble.
nautical twilight, star-struck
in splendid animation. rose
humic haze abduct
her glory. as erosion takes
the blocks mortar tucked
away; to reveal the stream.
putrid things construct
here in the artery inside
the great aqueduct

she’s now open wide to see.
the decoy is nude
as the running insides catch
the light, filthy spewed.
unto me, Wonder to heart
and eyes. I pursued
blind about you; amazement
from your multitude .
I’m awake, from love and hate
beautiful and crude


The Dead Poet VII (Solitude)

shackles hold me down, impair.
wrapped tight in darkness
and the light has long sense gone
alone, terror, bliss
listen to particles and
rigid thought fragments.
-the obsidian cloud smothers,
swallows, chews, and spits.
me out, while falling to hope
the heart escaped this.

the mind erects the great wall
to protect and thwart.
howling it calls from beyond
immured, yells of tort
setting there. it’s enveloped.
the embargoed fort
a pale remnant of thy love
finished screens’ distort.
Deafen. The intellect now
reigning in this court


The Dead Poet VIII (Nepenthe)

shrouded a light will embark
the journey epic
and sabotaged, to forsake
all glow and its wick
the mausoleum of fire
shell drown in the brick
wane to nothing, empty and
rise the intellect.
slay the sentiments of life
never resurrect

nepenthe the woeful brew
shell now diminish.
take the darkness -east touch west
and let this finish
my strife to obtain ardor.
woe will abolish
with this I relinquish love
- a world to banish
the rotten fruit of something
more; a lost, felt wish

copyright 2002 jonathan ryan alligood
 
Butterfly Screams

A butterfly screams deep from within. A soul cries out gasping for its breath. Split into millions of pieces like grains of sand slipping through the fingers of time. Memories scatter to the wind, all that once was lay tainted. Sacred trusts broken. Acrid is the breeze that burns hot with death and decay. It lays like a heavy blanket of toxic mist over the land. A sloe that produces bitter fruit poisons the partaker and there is no cure for its sickness. It is deadly and insidious, ever so subtle as it spreads out like the roots of a tree. Roots that are seeking water yet roots that only find desert blown sands.

©2000
 
First off, Iced_Earth, I really like your stuff.

Patience

Patience,
The calm reasurance
Patince,
waiting through darkness
Patience,
No answers, no clues, no idea
It's all been done far from me
Yet it always comes back, so close, so close
Again I sit and write fucking poetry
This time, literally, this time hopingly
Awaiting some form of peace, some quick understanding
Maybe today.
One day soon I'll know for sure
and no longer will these bugs' incesant chirping and clicking offend me
So understated, this time so little is left
Yet I can still stand
I think if I lacked...but I would still stand on my bleeding stubs.
But for now, lifes madness and brutal cruelty caves my heart, lungs, soul, flesh
I can't even cry for those creatures, I can't even cry for myself
Ha! what a bastard of thought I have become.
Schooled now must I be; hopefully a proper lesson will envelope...
My patience still stands on the numb and bloody stubs.


Take not from my mouth what I have spoken or from my hands what I have writ, for he whom plagarizes my efforts shall be hunted by forces beyond fathom.
 
are there no good things to say,
reliving the bad, constant, everyday?
composing poems of old, bad belief,
thinking, depressed, not seeking relief..
depressing to believe, depressing to say.
reliving the bad, everyday..
happy poems seem scarce, happy poems to leave,
for someone to stay sad, with no good to believe.
a sad waste of time, to stay in the rut..
the power to fall, the power to lift up!
is given to many, but many do shirk..
rather stay in depression, where bad thoughts do lurk.
I'd rather write the good, and stay from the bad..
I seek to be happy, and stay from the sad...
 
Nice try buddy, but if you lived a day in my shoes, you would feel just like I do. I hate to be miserable, but miserable seems to like me a hell of a lot. :)
 
A cave with cable

A cave with cable and a couch that’s all I need,
And maybe a fridge with food for three,
And might as well have indoor plumbing put in,
Go ahead and have heat and ac,
Cause, you know a fan is no good, for a big screen TV.
Well while you’re at it you might as well get a big bed,
And, what the hell put a big window at the head.
‘Cause everyone might not know it but even you like the sun,
All though you don’t show it, even an old bear like you, likes fun.
And now that your cave is no longer just a hole,
Might as well expand no need to live like a mole.
So come out of that hole and build you a deck,
And throw in a pool, come on what the heck.
And then by now the neighbors move in,
And that’s where all the competition begins.
Everyone will have to have the best,
Everyone will have to have better then the rest,
It may start out with a dog and a wife,
And would you know the dog is the one with a short life,
So when you lose the family pet,
You’ll do anything for your wife, but what can you get.
Another pet would not be the same, just another dog with a different name. it may take a while for you come to see, it’s not a pet but a human life she needs, a perfect little angel right down to the feet,
It's not until later that you learn the truth, just about time they get their first tooth, all they are is an eating machine on feet,
Then, as if that’s not enough, someone has the ideal, lets teach it to speak. And then just get giddy over every last squeak, then the day come they say their first word, it sounded like bastard but hey that’s what I heard,
My wife said it was different and that’s not what she heard. she said, he said bathroom, with diaper on head, and off to the bathroom quickly they fled. You might think this is a big deal, but he’s 17 and thinks he’s a squirrel.
But that’s OK I just can't complain its not that I can’t I just don’t know where to begin, can't blame the boy he’s heart in the right place,
If he were smart he would stay in outer space.
Yes that would be nice just to live and be free
And that’s all I would need
Is just a cave and a couch with cable TV…

Sorry for the spelling and grammar, guess I have became dependent upon spell check.
;) ;)
 
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HA..Haaa.....Good one ...touchedbydeath. Just what the doctor ordered.. humor with a Twist! :D
 
Things may look gray

Things may look gray today, but not when
You look at things from another way,
You may look back on that day, and come to realize
A different way, but have not regrets, Look back with no shame.
Just remember you were never the one to blame.
Hold your head high and get on with your life,
I truly believe you will make the right man a great wife.
When kids come along…and I pray that they will,
Show them more patience and use better
Parenting skills…just remember,
Sometimes it is not enough just to pay the bills.

Give them lots a space because they need to grow,
But how much at that time only you will know,
Use you life as a blue print, as bad as it may be,
That way you won’t make the same mistakes as me.
You can be the one to break this circle of misery.
This will be your chance to be better then me.
By this time in your life you will come to understand,
Some of my harder choices, And my heavy hand.
I make no excuses, please don’t misunderstand.
I admit all my mistakes and stand up like a man.
I was often wrong, but my heart was always there,
Sometimes too much emotion, Sometimes too much care.

Someday you children will come to you and say,
I need my freedom, my independence, and a place away.
At this time I can tell you, take a deep breath; Even though it feels like your heart has been ripped out of your chest, just keep in mind my words to you
On this day, Things may look gray today, but not when
You look at things from another way.


Dedicated to my Daughter X LIZ X
May her life be forever blessed.
 
My Garden

I had a garden once
Right outside my backdoor
The soil was worn and broken
The poor garden had been ignored

Then one day I saw some green
Then I saw some more
Soon seedlings began to sprout
The garden had been restored

The flowers they were so pretty
The trees they did grow tall
I worked on it each and every day
Winter, spring, summer, and fall

©2001
 
Howling at the Moon

Whispering on the wind
Secrets I hold within
Silence only I can hear
Screaming, take away the fear

Skeletons of my past
Shadows the night casts
The darkside lays in wait
Watching me, I can't escape

I'm a prisoner of gloom
Far away, feeling doomed
I can't go on, feel consumed
Discarded and marooned

©1992
 
Protecting the lie

What ever gets done or created
are in the cracks of my life,
the little spaces in between
the waves of epiphany and anguish.
Someplace where a root
can take hold or seedling sprout.

Conceiving a child
finding a treasure
thinking the master piece
being lucky beyond
my measure.
These things are from a space
so small as to be
another dimension.

That is where I live.
Against the grain
of spacetime and in between
everything else I am told
is important.


Then there is you beyond these electrons
out there in the real world
In between this and that
getting skinny feeling fat.

In between being born and dieing
Between a memory of falling in love
and the passion you may expect.
giving little and getting less respect.

In between the truth of a true artist
and the lie you believe on TV
Choosing neither one
Cuz you want to feel alive and have fun.

Paying more
getting less
feeling bored
then depressed.

The wealth of soul in a poor mans song
is paid with dreams rising above it all.
Dreams more beautiful than mansions and manicured lawns
paid for by poisoning pawns.

Protecting the lie is the core of most jobs
Telling the truth is for Artists with soul.

Checking the kids
every few minutes
while writing this song
people in cubicles
shred the memos
of what they knew would go wrong

Protectin the lie is the core of most jobs
Telling the truth is for people with soul.

The folks in Centrailia aren’t feelin rich today
The Chem plant deformed their kids genitalia.
But you don't hear'em talk about it any
Hypolancia's a quiet tyranny.

To protect the share holders,
they lost their job.
I guess we got a new Constitution
for shareholders.
The old one got robbed.

Protecting the lie is the core of most jobs
Telling the truth is for people with soul.

The Pharmaceutical plant just blew up
But you know they paid their fines
Those that reported problems were fired.
so they didn't die in the fire.
The innocent protectin the lie, lost their lives.

kids here were molested beneath the steeple
Power rich lies made the young grow feeble.
Can't blame the parents they know the score.
Its just that people are too scared or busy
tryin to feed their families more.

Protectin the lie makes people crazy as Hal
Folks in this town do the best they can.

They know they’ve been led.
They know how they’ve bled
They know a lie when its said
like protectin the lie,
they’re told, takes soul.
no no no no no

NO

Protecting the lie is the core of most jobs
Telling the truth is for people with soul.
 
Humanity drifts aimlessly in a sea of apathy as time propels forward. Beauty, hope, and dreams are all slipping into obscurity. The bile of man's shadow side has risen to the surface. A bottomless pit of hate, greed, betrayal, and deciet. Brother against brother, tearing meat from bone. Taking away, taking away until there is nothing left but echoes of days gone by.

©2002
 
Watcher

Transcending the road
before and behind
crows circled with forbode
The air was tense and tainted
And the watcher waited
As was foretold
But behind the mask
the road was tranquill.
One might ask
How could this solitude
So defensively elude
And again was time
As time it was again
To travell on that road so bleek
And to find what the crows might seek.
 
Song in progress...untitled

I'm livin a nightmare,
a nightmare of livin without you.
I don't know if I could go on
breathing when you're gone.

These doubts are tearing me apart;
tearing at my brain and ripping through my heart.
I don't know if I can take another step
with all this baggage that I've kept.

You're beauty's blinding me
and I can't see anybody else.
When I look at you the walls I built
turn to ice and melt.

I don't know anything,
my brain just empties out.
There are no thoughts, no words,
no memories, and no doubt.
 
So in Love

short-sighted
enwreathed in twitchless veil
sitting motionless
upon the stone-dry floor.

unblurred in all its
ugly tendencies
slighted of a life's troubles
it does not need.

sly gleam, rising up
silence like a papercut scythe
death crept to the foot of her bed:
winked,
and blew her a kiss.
--- --- --- --- ---
 
I'm infinitely sad, sadness completely engulfs me
I'm infinitely lost, confusion has firmly taken hold
Free falling end over end into an abyss of destruction

The darkness silently consumes me little bit by little bit
Like a caged bird who has broken wings and can't fly
I'm locked in a prison of deep despair, shackled by fear

My high hopes and rainbow dreams lie in shattered pieces
Tiny shards that scattered to the wind like dust, lost forever
I'm fragmented and decaying, a mere shell of existence

©2000
 
Forrest

Digging a way into forests dark and well-hid
Knowing the essence, prepared for the unknown
But never seen, never faced the end of this pit.
Always choking before arrival, though once it’ll all be shown

Along the way I notice trails, traces of other tries
Open spaces, plenty around, only to mislead and hold
One from exploring further, seduced by open blue skies
But experienced a traveller I am, I keep finding things never told…

Following my own code, written in bloody ink, words of wisdom and truth
No chance this jungle can replicate these solid riddles
Sought out with dangerous preciseness, skills and unseen youth

I know it’s a long hard path I like to follow
Taking hours, months, years, perhaps a lifetime
Necessary to keep myself from feeling hollow

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

During the day, every day
It thinks, it hides, it analyses
Every night, when u cant say
It looks, it lurks, it dispises…

Split seconds, split thoughts
Slit wrists… itself it fought
It wants to care, it wants to love
It wants to share…
the pain that has been brought

It wants to know, it wants to see
It wants to hurt, it wants u to be…
It.
Reading its mind isnt easy
Labyrinths of twisted truths
show u what u want to see
shadows and glimps
but never the real “it” to be
revealed…

I looked at it, and felt sorry
I watched it and felt its sorrow
I think like it,
it I want to burry
I thought like it
I’ll kill myself tomorrow…


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


A Master I am, so powerful,
So gigantic that I can’t even stop
Myself from creating terrifying pains
“Ifs” and “If nots”, shitty bull…
BS, bitch, a Master I am,
Master of chaos, darkness,
Incredible pleasures for my
Misery, self inflicted wounds
Injuries with which I try
To find truth, certainty, reality
Instead of flying high
High on drugs, high on dreams
High on impossible possibilities
A Master I am in hurting,
Twisting nerves, yelling
Spilling energy on useless
Things, thangs, stings, fangs,
Pisces, pies, pizzas and sighs
This Master of Kaos, never resides
A Master I am in pulling me down,
Lifting others up while letting me drown
So raise and show me, tell me
I am strong, tell me to handle another wrong
Because I know I am, I am a Master
In creating, creating all this mess
Inside, this place I’ld hide
Yes, my master, at your
will I almost died…

Now go fuck off n slit
yer throat lil boy….

Enough is enough…


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

numb:


My soul’s creatures
They suck…
My dreams,
They suck…
My memories
They only bring pain
I try not to feel
Try not to give a fuck
But I do…
I still feel,
Longing to be numb
I feel so fucking dumb
U don’t care
U push me away
U don’t care
U couldn’t stay…
What have I become?
I don’t give a fuck
Just want to be numb
But I got stuck…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

RizZzOR



Days slip through my fingers
Accompanied by pain…
This horror called love
Hurting like a thousand
Blades underneath my skin
Resolutely slicing,
Trying to bleed me thin…

My eyes,
They no longer look
They stare…
My soul,
No longer tucked
But cold and bare…

Bearing the sorrow
On the verge of collapsing
Underneath the weight
Dreading the day of tomorrow
Knowing it’ll only bring more
Selfhate

And…
My eyes,
They no longer look
They stare…
My soul,
No longer tucked
But cold and bare…

But I force myself to adept
To this lonesome mindstate
Compelling me to accept…
Holding on to fate…

My eyes,
They no longer look
They stare…
My soul,
No longer tucked
But cold, bare and…
Fucked.
 
Happy Love Illusion Day!

Roses are red, violets are blue
I think Valentine's Day sucks
How about you?

Wine and chocolate flowers
Perfume and trinkets of gold
Hearts and cupids are available
Wherever Valentine gifts are sold

The love illusion does quite well
Selling dreams you want to believe
All brought to you by Hallmark Inc.
And advertising sponsors on TV

©2003
 
Dungeon Masters

We are the creators, the dungeon masters if you will
As we go through life it is our dungeons that we fill
We say one day we will change the darkness to light
Someday we will make all that is wrong inside right
But someday never comes and the years steal away
All the while we add to the dungeon day after day
Puppets on a string, lost souls drifting aimlessly
Never being more then we doom ourselves to be

©1990 rev. 2003
 
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