[Redline] Looking at my own Redline, at my hearbeat in a computer screen; looks so easy to hit restart, shut down, =tremble= tremble heart, looking at your own.. Redline Where is the keyboard, nurse, let me tap into my own.. Redline, run a few scripts through the heart, patch up, feel safer, send an email to brain - don't scream! looking at your own.. Redline --------------- [come out, come out wherever you are!] layer after layer - peel it off, off, take off your layers! crawl out of your layers! first comes skin, then tissue, then bone, till we find YOU! where is..? looking for you layer after layer, looking for you No skin! Something is slimy, the hands are slimy, still no you! Layer after layer; tissue lost - looking at a skeleton! - no you! Take a hammer! smashing all the bones - no skeleton layer! still no answer,.. no you! Where is another layer?! sitting on brains, asking for another layer. I want to find YOU! ------------ -- © 2005 Avatar
~boogeyman~ you lay in bed, with thoughts in your head, you say he's not real, he is the undead you look at your closet, he merges in shadow, all you see is a shiny hook. you hide under covers,hoping he'll leave, when you can't see him, you sigh in releave, uncover your head, and then your dead.
A Familiar Taste The night started out as common as any. In a bar with your friends shooting pool. "This path was a shortcut." you laugh at yourself, "Now you're lost in the woods you damn fool!" The air's a bit chilly. It's damp out and foggy. With each step it gets harder to grin. Your laugh fades to silence. As you hear the wind howling, you wonder how long it has been. The moon is off hiding. The stars are cloud covered. It's quite dark under black drape of night. "My mind's playing tricks," you console your poor heart, trembling within you from fright. You say, "I'm a man, there's nothing to fear. The shadows are empty just as in the light." "Say what you wish," your soul warns, "you know better. We're surrounded by evil tonight." Your nostrils are burned and your lungs become drowned in death's acrid stench that you're bathed in. Your blood turns to ice. Your flesh is frost covered from the cold sweat that froze to your skin. The sound of new rope creaking against the old wood where a body had freshly been strung. The back of your neck feels the steam of hot breath and the warm damp meat of a tongue. Before you can turn, two beasts grab your arms and you're crucified face down to a tree. A stake through each wrist and one through both feet. You try to fight, beg, bargain and plea. You are writhing and thrashing, trying to be free. A rope behind your knees keeps your legs pinned to bark. You're riding your tree like a mad horse to death. You hear nothing but laughter thrown at you from dark. His razor sharp talons tear your clothing to shreds. Your blood soaked jeans hit the dirt with a "slap". He climbs up the tree and plants his claws in your calves. His hands grip your throat like a strap. One demon each shoulder throw your head back further than nature had ever intended. You hear your neck crack. Your body goes limp. You think this is death. The torture has ended. His minions have pliers to tear out your teeth. One by one they drop to the ground. You force out a scream to wake up the dead, but past your lips there comes not a sound. Penetration is brutal, he rips through your bowels. Pieces of flesh cling to your thighs. He climbs up your back to perch on your shoulders. The face of your attacker, at last in your eyes. His dick looks for your throat, as your mouth becomes full, with your shit and blood and his cum. You're choking to death as his friends cheer him on. Thank God, your body's finally gone numb. They all point and snicker as they walk off and leave you, not caring if you live or die. You're nailed to a tree left bleeding and battered. Your mind can do nothing but just wonder why. So the next time you wonder if her skirt was too short, or if her knees had freshly been scraped. Open your eyes and your heart. Close your mouth! You know how it feels to be raped.
White voluminous mountains on my right A slight cooling breeze on my tired face A released breath in the fight with eyes wanting to close amidst the promise of daylight. On my left, embracing branches in their famous dance amidst a cooling breeze. In the distance, the gift of man is the swiveling light high atop a dull steel ramp. In my ear, the sweet and agonizing voices of Cooke and Redding. They sing of a time lost, anguish still present yet hidden: Dreams and promises disappearing in the selfish facile reward of a crown whose gems lose their shine with the passing of 1. A disgruntled misguided youth with the false smile 2. The pat on the back meant to hurt 3. The grins of graying men as we jump around: 1. Clowns dressed in overlong shorts as we 1. Throw balls through hoops, 2. Clash into each other for a leather ball 3. Catch a leather ball 4. Kick a leather ball 5. Sing of a depressing joy as our women aspire to be 1. Images of whores 2. Unattainable mirrors of their ideals 3. Fodder for their stereotypes serving only to 1. Keep the path undiscovered 2. Fill me with contempt 3. Piss me the fuck off And the sounds of Redding speak of the promise of a bright sunny day Oh, if only the day brought with it more than just a nice day.
If Heart Holds My Life f heart holds my life and the life unhooked from life What's left in the pot of quenchless fire is fire To burn and bring down everything to nothing My last letter to the unloved world penned in those words unread If words are only words, which belong to quill and papyrus I have the skin of silk and a mouth of ink for you to take Empty all I have like sweep the dust on the old shelf Love me by a book with blank pages that wait for my woo If breath holds my heart and the heart shrinked into a seed What's growing in the earth of lifeless life are bleeding vows To slaughter and forget nothing but everything -------------------- Submit the Psalm Searching for logic in colors Got no clue,I lost In the layers of life Of creeping fault Sunrise sunset,alternation X Can't count the time As I stay my days as one In a static mood Does the soul of patience transfuse A new life in mine Submit a psalm I wrote With my daunting heart Under the spiritless lamp Of hopeless hope Cast a shadow of my face On the wall, unbreakable force Flinch at my inherent fears In which demon dwells as home Hunting for luck in mishap Make no joke, I laugh At the farce of defiance Of Almighty God
Joyous Refrain To sing. To sing. The joyous cries. Tis spring! Tis SPRING! I've seen her eyes. The madness of George is offensive. The scent of a tomb is repulsive. But the coming of spring, And the knowledge it brings... Ahh. Tis a treasure, my brothers.
thank you for sharing your poems with me. I too am a writer but I write children's books. I am the author of the Theodore Da Baer stories. A story of a wizard that is turned into a magical teddy baer and his adventures as he searches for his destiny. I love reading other peoples work and sharing my work with the world. Keep up the good work you all. Teddy Baer Hugs and Magical Wishes to you and yours. May your lives be filled with Teddy Baer Hugs and Magical Moments. AJ Me Too, Theodore Da Baer www.theodoredabaer.com
no armed resistance met, no screams, it’s all so very silent before it rains and washes all the bones away - peace.
[Hymn to usurper] Kill your children while they're young, don't let them onto your throne! Fear and slaughter spreads like plague among the living and the dead - screams in heaven and in hell! Flames in your eyes! Fire deep inside! Demon, rise!
[Cosmic Requiem] There's no reason to say goodbye when it all ends today, our world. Our planet, our home, we bow before, we kiss you now. Let's burn into rock that shall sink into a black hole: "we are now!" The song is now, our world, our being, our eyes. Time is just a sign, a vector in space that shows our way. Come, friends! let us shout our final word at this time and space! LIFE!, it's LIFE!, you hear!, it's LIFE!, it is LIFE! -------- as always © 2005 Andris Krastins (Avatar) Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
the blur of late summer greens and blues and the cool early evening wind play games with my mind, leading - no beckoning me, past the neon blue false promises of symbols like crosses and pentacles, stars and stripes; love and peace and harmony and communism and democracy; injustice and justice; all that have profound meaning but people who don't adhere to it, but hide behind it. instead, i direct my attention to the playful sparrows, dancing with rays of sunshine who leave their heavenly position for a moment to indulge in the earthly pleasures of tree-tops and mountainsides and people my tired eyes delight in the simple innocence for a moment; and i forget for a while that i cannot drop the pretenses holding back my tender, broken wings, and dance with beams of light myself. in lost childhood, purity and naiveness were also relinquished. regaining such is a difficult trade, akin to digging up a dinosaur. the pieces are found one at a time, and the utmost care is taken to preserve and maintain the parts, while discerning their order.
For Mary II The door of my dreams lead to your chamber I don't see colors but the light in your eyes Feel nothing but the flow of the tips of your hair I don't have nothing but myself as you can see That I've loved you since the sun was a virgin [ It only took me one moment to remember you, but a lifetime to forget. ]
[written for dark industrial music, some 2min of work Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!] Black as witch in a moonless sky I have eaten, eaten the stars and I fly, and I fly to switch off the lights of the cities, homes, in your hearts! Black as witch on a dragon's wing you can not see, you can not see me fly, just the laughter, laughter inside! From the dreams of a mortal brain I climb, I climb, I climb; hacking through flesh and thoughts I cause pain, nightmares and fright! Black witch in a moonless sky you can't hide and you can't fight, just drink the poison and die - I will switch, I will switch off your light! -------- as always © 2005 Andris Krastins (Avatar)
i know all your secret faces, i live where your demons hide lick my horn i'll take you places, i'm the one that gets you high get in the ring feel the sting, aint no thing but the motherfucking goatking make it slide, feel it burn, your blood sings ~~ i am the goatking staring through your vacant eyes, feel the beast inside of you keep on rolling, don't ask why, i'm that thing that moves in you i'm the one that gets you high get in the ring feel the sting, aint no thing but the motherfucking goatking make it slide, feel it burn, your blood sings ~~ i am the goatking SICK INSIDE SUCH TWISTED SHIT, DO I CARE? NO NOT A BIT STAY AWAY BITCH I'M CONTAGIOUS, FEEL MY HEAT YEAH YOUR BLOOD RAGES SUCK IT UP, YOUR GOING DOWN FEEL THE ROOM SPIN ROUND AND ROUND? I'M DONE, THROUGH I CAN'T GO BACK I FEEL NOTHING~~ FADE TO BLACK. \ does sickness of the soul and maladies of the mind come down through blood and twisted twine? does the madness that forefathers shared shadow me? should I be scared? the voices tell me alls not well in a clamor and dischord not unlike hell so with a shudder its pushed from mind not forgotten but not taking time with a distant revulsion for all that came with it its shallow grave too often I visit the gibbering and whispers I deny just keep throbbing while day to day I make my way this tragic comedy unwinding SILENCE is golden, so they say. methinks silence not golden but sane; so... breathe a breath of sanity into my parched soul, and into yours as well hush... but for a moment or nine. turn the music up; deafen the roar within the smoke creeps higher, higher still the pain still pulses and the tireless music plays on, & on, & on ad infinitum in this hole, you bleed and breathe next door there, you've ceased to be in some worlds, you never have been never known so not forgotten now and here I laugh and leap next door there my family weeps next door there I might have died but in this hole I laugh and cry is this my path? or is it there? life is life, what do I care? next door there I might have died but in this hole I gasp and sigh as cosmic visions swirl around worlds rise then die without a sound free to choose the paths we take built on choice these lives we make each path I walk, this one here, lets bravely tread let others fear
Ode to the Emo Poet You talk your silly sad-ish gab No one listening cuz you're drab You're drug-free, straight as a pin And boooring. With your jet-black wind-swept chunk-striped hair Army of Homeless "vintage" air Thick rimmed spectacles on your nose Slighty snagged fishnet hose Trying to look ugly as sin And failing. You live your life so tragic As if your words were magic but they're shit And no ones "getting it" Left-Wing peace filled pie-hole No one cares if you stole Lines from the great poets You sound so cool, feeling high But really it's just all a lie That helps you sleep at night. Wrapped up in your bedsheets tight So the middle class bedbugs don't bite. Mommy passes you the phone So you can complain about being alone To all your weary friends But no one cares, and no one shows Just how much they hate your prose Just to save you heartbreak. To save themself the headache Of breathing the same air. You aren't noble and you aren't wise And everyone sees the ignorance in your eyes You aren't fooling anyone. So take your notebook and shread it Of crap you've written and haven't said yet And scrap the iPod with your emo tunes People don't care about your plight You can't win anything without a fight So STFU and quit being such a poser. P.S. This poem sucks almost as much as you
I'm rather new here and decided to post here as my first post. Yay! These are taken from my band's website at http://www.finiifi.com. All of the lyrics are a storyline that I tell through the music: Cermintorva This quiet night, in a shadowy corner He creeps along the wall with stealth his kind never knew As if something were inside him A desire, a fear, of the unknown They dart in and out like mazin flinting through the sky Ones he recognizes and others who are not his own kind. He is our last hope (God speed young man) Infiltrate the lost hope (Good speed young one) One wrong turn deserves another "If we can't trust you then who can we trust?" "If only you understood who our enemy really was." "There is no excuse for these lies you've spread And no excuse for bringing about the end of it all." Tonight the world ends and we're the cause. You've lost all hope (Strung against cemented sand) Final release is last hope (Left to hang by my hands) He is our last hope (God speed young man) Infiltrate the lost hope (I've failed in these plans) Left alone after hours Is it time for me to worship? The ancient walk of ancestrals Cermintor, the young die young. The young die young The young die young The young die bold And live on. *Beslayn Prayer* So he tilts back his own head Plunges the knife and twists in hopes of death Why's the comlink not working? Mnenlic respond. Is that a voice far off in his ear? The seeping cold, they'll never know the plans Sacrifice for the greater good Sacrifice for the shaltaun And as the last light falls from his eyes His voice echoes a grieving cry For they have come to bring the master Trust only trustworthiness. They are our downfall brothers Trust only trustworthiness. In one last uplifting song Cermintorva Mnenlic my son. This last uplifting verse The ancient walk of ancestrals The young die young The young die young The young die bold And live on. The world ends tonight and we're the cause. (c)2004. Warren Stallworth All rights reserved. Lyrics reprinted with permission.