A Poem Thread

Preach, Pray, disobey the papal cloth you’re wrapped in! Preach, Pray, eradicate those who do not conform!
Believe in the messiah or be a pariah!
Believe in the messiah or be a pariah!
Preach, Pray, disobey the papal cloth that surrounds you! Preach, Pray, march today to your holy fucking songs!
Can’t be criticized, so they ostracize!
Can’t be criticized, so they ostracize!
Preach, Pray, uproot your own hypocrisy, Preach, Pray, mental slaves, sheep heading for the slaughter
Preach, Pray, disobey and blow up the caliphate! Preach, Pray, subjugate those that are not conformed!
Fuck the gods, burry them in the sod.
 
Messiah Reborn
8/31/12
William Mansker

He came riding in great fanfare
The messiah, adored one
Promising miracles unbound
The reborn chosen son

The masses all, mid tears of joy
Followed his coat tails
Perchance to see, perchance to hear
His wisdom could not fail

He’d lower seas, transform mankind
Mend all the years of strife
For those who yearned mid poverty
An easy, newborn life

He was quite the sight to see
Flitting hither, to and fro
All listened close in whispers
Followed where ere he’d go

He had the gift of eloquence
Sang they praises of his lore
They danced, they spun with reverence
Awaiting even more

He relished his envisioned fame
The martyr for all time
Beloved by all, the chosen one
Showed not the hidden crime

As prophets come and prophets go
The false, oft hard to find
Midst strains of gloriosity
And weakened, supple minds

Nothing moved toward blissfulness
As yet the years wore on
His cloth wore thin and hairs turned grey
Less massive were his throngs

It dawned on some, then even more
As time began to pass
Messiah, he was little more
Than ego mid stained glass

His glow now becomes faded
The house of cards collapsed
Hidden agendas, now self aware
Belie his stalwart caste

So he, messiah, will soon be
An echo of the past
False prophet of the masses
He won’t be the last
 
Damned if you do,
Damned if you don’t
Just do what you gotta do
Or yell that you wont,

Believe your lies
Put truth on the run
Ignore your truth
And the truth will bite you on the bum.
 
Footfall

One footfall, one measured step
upon this blasted banshee plain,
Orion drags this shattered
sword across the wounded sky.

Do not question it my child,
or ask dead gods or ask the sky.
It crept on in; it bore me down.
My wisdom fell on mortgaged
ground.

The blackened hand that griped
my mind, it strangled off my
laboured light. I died upon the
banshee’s door. One tainted breath
and then no more.

Quarrelling carrion, marked my fall,
they scavenged on my cooling core.
They called me mad, depressed,
diseased, and fluttered by on the
banshee breeze.

Ill stared, I watched them as I died,
with none to mourn me, none to cry,
except the hunter of my life.

Orion laid his shattered sword upon
my gutter grave.
 
My sinister smile is not one of denial; the joy I feel is real.
My sinister smile, would disturbed the comfortable and make them question what is real
My cold demeanor is abashed as unapproachable they often ask “why are you not so sociable?”
My sinister smile is not one of denial; the hate I feel is real
My sinister smile, should comfort the disturbed, the ones you see as un-approachable
My eccentric ways and misanthropic gaze will leaved you dazed for days.
My sinister smile is not one of denial: the love I feel is real
My bookish craze a mental maze that few dare enter to solve, a true test of their resolve.
My sinister smile is not one of denial: the passion I feel is real
My sanity died with the lies that society passed for what is real, only now do I wish to reveal
My sinister smile oh that sinister smile, my only expression of what I am
The disturbed individual who fights constantly from the back of the lamb, he will ride for miles always wearing that sinister smile with chaos within his hand.
 
They said me insane or even deranged for my lack of familiarity
I stand apart from myself to see and understand what they say I should know
Lips always talking, eyes always gawking, waiting for my response
I stand or sit; only through this written plot can I truly elucidate my thoughts
Social deviation, a verbal consecration is what I’ve been told I’ve committed with these words
They always test my resolve everyday I think or talk.
My stubborn obsession with my mental repression by those who placed me in the maze that is life, I must solve it for them.
I wish to be free of all these “laws” that society deemed so fitting for the masses..still unaware of their blinders
I wish to watch the world burn; my only yearning to be free is to see everything I hate burn down in front of me
As the world burns I will not cry for that will be the day that I die.
 
Welcome inside the mind of the “deprived” the societal abhorred
Would you take a gander of my mental grandeur? Or leave me weeping on the floor
I never wanted this, I never wanted this to be
I never wanted this all I wanted was for you to be free.
I’m seen as different, unstable or just latent for my lack of” feelings”
I live a world in my head away from all the rest who want me in theirs
I never wanted this; I’ve always wanted to be me instead of theirs
Their minds confuse me, such contradictive hypocrisy of the flesh, a waste of brains drowned in ignorance.
Welcome inside view my mind as not “normal” venture near do not think of me as queer but please don’t ignore me.
I always wanted this. I always wanted to understand my fellow man and yet I’m still unable to reach them with my hand.
Empathy and Apathy for me go hand in hand, for some I would cry for, others I wouldn’t even shake their hands
My intellect my only desirable trait from the “normal’s” they lie and cheat to use my mind for their own needs, always ignoring me.
Neurotypicals is what they are, all treasured as shining stars but for the Aspies we are the darkness that surrounds them.
 
http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/mental-illness
Dark Poem
A heartbreaking portrayal of mental Illness

Am I Alone

© Siobhan Green

I get a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.

My doctor calls it depression,
my dad says it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.

Some say I'm psycho,
some say I'm just weird.
It's like I'm a different person,
and the old me just disappeared.

I get really edgy,
I want to commit suicide real bad.
Then I get a headache,
followed by feeling sad.

I wish I could get help,
I wish it would go away.
Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
it will some day.
 
The Grim Reaper
Posted August 17th, 2008 by apoc_o5death
The Grim Reaper

I am the personification of death,
wearing a midnight black gown
and a scythe in my hand.

I am walking in shadows,
so watch where you step.
If I am crossing you'r path,
I am going to kill.
Killing's not just a job,
but my curse and my will.

I am having a list,
who to let live,
and who is next to be killed,
you should pray it's you,
the one, next on my list.

Some say,
I am the angel of death,
some say,
the demon of night,
they all do agree,
I am the worst of my kind,

I the one,
who takes the souls,
of the good and the bad,
damned and the dead.
I make no difference,
between Sinners and innocents,
they all look alike,
when they'r buried and dead.

I have no regret,
no mercy,
emotion or sympathy,
for what I do,
for I am,
the GRIM REAPER.

written and posted by Apoc_05
17th August 2008, Sunday 12:22 AM

http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/apoc_o5/the_grim_reaper
 
...the individual condition of each of us is tragic. Each of us is alone: sometimes we escape from solitariness, through love or affection or perhaps creative moments, but those triumphs of life are pools of light we make for ourselves while the edge of the road is black: each of us dies alone.

C. P. Snow
 
"The Rain Song"

Led Zepplin


This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from
time to time.

Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall.
 
Buddha12 said:
...the individual condition of each of us is tragic. Each of us is alone: sometimes we escape from solitariness, through love or affection or perhaps creative moments, but those triumphs of life are pools of light we make for ourselves while the edge of the road is black: each of us dies alone.

C. P. Snow
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Each of us is solitary: each of us dies alone: all right, that is fate against which we can’t struggle, but there is plenty in our condition which is not fate, and against which we are less than human unless we do struggle.

There is a moral trap, which comes through the insight into a man’s loneliness; it tempts one to sit back, complacent in one’s unique tragedy, and let the others go without a meal.

C. P. Snow
 
"Isn't Life Strange"
The Moody Blues

Isn't life strange
A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more?
Each day passes by
How hard man will try?
The sea will not wait

You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -
Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were, and here we are.

Isn't love strange
A word we arrange
With no thought or care
Maker of despair
Each breath that we breathe
With love we must weave
To make us as one
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -

Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were, and here we are.

Isn't life strange
A turn of the page
A book without light
Unless with love we write;
To throw it away
To lose just a day
The quicksand of time
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -

Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were:
 
When I pass to my reward.
Whatever that may be,
I'd like my friends to think of me
As one who loved a tree.

I may not have a statesman's poise
Nor thrill a throng with speech
But I may benefit mankind
If I set out a beech.

If I transport a sapling oak
To rear its mighty head
Twill make for them a childhood shrine,
That will not soon decay.

Of if I plant a tree with fruit,
On which the birds may feed,
Then I have fostered feathered friends
And that's a worthy deed.

For winter when the days grow short
And spirits may run low
I'd plant a pine upon the scape
T'would lend a cheery glow.

I'd like a tree to mark the spot
Where I am laid to rest
For that would be the epitaph
That I would like the best.

Tho it's not carved upon a stone
For those who come to see
But friends would know that resting there
Is he, who loved a tree
-- Samuel N. Baxter
 
I found a poem of sorts. Thought I would share it...

by Splashley said:
Spawn of the Devil
Ruler of Hell
Extraordinarily Evil
Can't you Tell?
I'll make you like and cheat
And say goodbye to your friends
When you wake up..
It still doesn't end
Your mother will hate you
Your father will too
Your brothers and sisters
Won't know what to do
You'll steal from the rich
And you'll steal from the poor
You'll kill everybody
that's living next door
You'll get involved with drugs
And alcohol too
You'll go crazy
What will you do?
You'll shoot up a school
And laugh at their deaths
You'll take out a bag
Full of crystal meth
Spawn of the Devil
Ruler of Hell
Extraordinarily Evil
Now can't you Tell?
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:D care to join?
The walls of depression
by ..::Angel of your darkness::..

You built these walls around you
To try to encage yourself
Turning your back on the world
Forever refusing all help

Your fears they surrounded you
Devoured all your soul
Left you broken into pieces
Impossible to be made whole

Your tears they became rivers
Until they drowned your body
And you just let yourself lie
Dying in your own folly

The depression it destroyed you
Left you empty and closed off
Until all memories of us
You simply forgot

Every night I came to your prison
Trying to get you free
Trying to reach you
But you no longer saw me

You closed your mind and body
Let your heart just freeze
Watched me outside the bars
Begging you not to please

I constantly tried and failed
Your empty eyes they watched
It broke my heart to see you
I prayed for it to stop

So I come tonight once again
But not to set you free
I come to say goodbye
But you can’t even hear me

I cry as I watch you
But I have to turn away
Long gone are the days
In your arms I would stay

When I leave you I’m empty
Completely closed myself off
All the pain and memories
Like you I’ve forgot

I create walls around me
To keep everything away
I make my heart go cold
So I no longer feel the old way

I become what you are
What I once did fear
No emotion escapes me
Not even a single tear

I don’t think I'll ever understand
Just what happened to us
How did two so happy and free
become closed off and unloved?

Now these bars surround us
Behind them we die
They keep in our dark secrets
We recoil inside

They lock all our emotions
Then throw away the key
The world outside aches for us
But the bars don’t let us see

We build them to get away
Thinking there we will rest
But these bars slowly kill us
They’re just cages for the depressed

We’ll rot in these cells we’ve made
We’ll tie up ourselves in chains
Becauce the reason we’re behind these bars
Is because inside we’ve gone insane
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A Battle
Posted October 29th, 2012 by Dexsta Ray_________
There's a boundless battle going on
Amaranthine fray
Oh what an unremitting song
The crashing clapper gonged
Thus dividing right and wrong
Thou didn't prevail
Go back to hell where you belong
To question Yahweh's throne was a stupid choice to make
Baptized in Abaddon
Forever bound to flagrant hate
Common questions asked today
Where's God when you need him?
We know you can't see him
So tell me why should I believe him?
I wish they weren't as feeble
Things aren't always as they seem
What about air?
Do you believe in what you breath?
Satan's only mission is to steal and destroy
A pestiferous ploy
Don't mistake and be his toy.
 
I have not made a poem of my own in a really long time. Forgive my errors.

Disappointment is strong.
You have done no wrong.
In others eyes.
But you believed in your self confidence.
Then you took a stance you should not have made.
You seemed to have lost a piece of yourself. Some where in the distance. A part of yourself you did not know was even gone.
You believed in those all around you and you were blind and did not see. All the wrong you did an caused. When your self confidence was gone.
How must you go on? Your disappointment is so strong. Do you have the will or strength.
Knowing now that a part of you is lost and gone.
 
Do Emerald Cities Sway?

Do Emerald Cities Sway?

Do Emerald cities sway,
do they pulse and breathe,
and dance in civil union
in their alleys and their
ways?

Or is it just a counterpoint,
a momentary pause, that
stops you like a ton of
bricks as Emerald cities
sprawl.

It’s where she brought the
bottle, splashed the vodka
to her lips. Then on a
davenport temporary bed,
she took her flaxen fix.

She smoked a blunt, and give
her cunt to some rapper from
Kenmore Lanes. To pay her
own intestinal claims, she broke
her lacquered nails.

There through all the Percocet,
through sick flows and beats.
On a sexless neutral couch,
they’ll generate wet heat.

Wishes can be moribund,
burning eyes can stare, her
rumpled hairs a standard,
and her pants aren’t anywhere.

Maybe you can wash away the
pall of fetid air, that reminds you
of stale and sodden pleasures
taken there.

Emerald cities radiate, burning
off hot neon need, to the taste
vodka kisses, and missing studs
and seed.
 
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