A Poem Thread

[Angelus]

Dance the shadows, never noticed.
Dance the shadows, never seen.
Your the shadow, never noticed.
Your the shadow, never been.

Dance the wind, I feel your presence.
Dance the wind, I hear your name.
I'm the wind and never noticed.
I'm the wind, I'm not the same.

Dance the mystery, you are dying.
Dance the mystery, I am too.
We're the mystery, never noticed.
We're the mystery, me and you.

[storni]

I am going to die

but you wont.
lingering there,

a little cry, and blue moondust.

(I will miss you forgetting you dear)

you could have been a physics nobel prize,

a genius.

but this love,

that memory, a boat,

some coke and a newspaper,

did not let you

let me go now sweet, please

storni (09/21/03)

[lixluke]

In my dreams I see beyond the rays of the sunshine
Your eyes and your beautiful smile
If only I could rise above these busy city streets
The sky would forever be mine
Happiness follows as you put your hand in mine
Cool bliss rises up above the clouds
If I make it to infinity you better be with me
Than know love and life whispers peace safe and sound

[sargentlard]

Yo yo yo
feel the flow
hiedi ho
no no no
slow slow slow
this poem is mad bad
so so so?
don't hate this poem please
you hateful mofo.

fin

[storni]

sarg

well it seems you got the touch of an urban avant garde lyrical flow or erm just..you know..funny crap j/k

[sargentlard]

Originally posted by storni
sarg

well it seems you got the touch of an urban avant garde lyrical flow or erm just..you know..funny crap j/k

Well it was creative freestyling sans creativity....a new trend in neo poem writing.

[storni]

ok

[Avatar]

your eyes
they look
at mine,
they smile
and shine
like my

your eyes
they seek
the illness, weekness in my mind,
I fear
the razor smile

two barrels
pointed
at my brain,
two glasses
of a
deadly wine

a toast to us
a toast to life
and it sounds
like death,
I know
it's mine

no haven
no silent grave,
I am
infested
with your name

I am
not me
but something between,
a creature
of
two person's dream

[Avatar]

I saw rockets under wings,
I saw angels carry wings.

in blood
and torn from someone apart
they were meant like flags
of victory and peace.

white like clouds
and red like clouds,
it was sunset
and the sky was pain.

heavenly voices,
choirs of angels
ceremony in air -
the good has won.

see the drops of living life,
see the smiles of devils still and dead,
feel the warmth of floating fire -
blood of deamons, blood of evils...dead.

[sargentlard]

I enjoyed reading those Avatar.

[Avatar]

thanx

edit: add

while walking at night
I heard a laugh
and as I turned around
I saw a cat

I said
“hello, black!”
and it answered my name ...

[DarkEyedBeauty]

Not my normal style, but...

And the confusion sets in, my soul seems lost
for if not lost, corrupt at least;
The angel has fallen and what is more
for reason and justice and freedom have ceased.
My heart ripped asunder the wax has all melt
and feathers, the dove, the trust now breached;
The fall, decent into madness and woe
and mercilass the fortune of faith long preached.
And choirs of angels sit idly by
some crying, some singing, but all in pity;
the hopeful, the lovestruck, the stricken they watch
Is she there but not in charity?
Within myself I see the angel
all covered and smothered by unjust cause;
I searched for the answer, the justice and truth
but found only vile unforgiving flaws.
And to this other I must address
the lack of rationale and concern;
you had the angel in your grasp
but lifted him to the sun of morn.
And the mess you left here now
is not to trouble your simple mind;
but worry not, oh bearer of evil
of what you may one day find.
Though you have cast the sinless sweet
of God's own hand to the tasteless soil;
think not you have destroyed the loved treasure
for in time you'll regret what you did spoil.

In honest reply to my most loved counterpart.

[DarkEyedBeauty]

My fingers with ease stroke the words of my soul,
As his own thoughts encompass my heart.
Though jargon locale, his feelings now clear,
The syntax no matter but still we're apart.

Your words meet my minds wordless approval,
And their beauty lacks but vocal splendor.
Unto deaf ears they fall with a vengence,
Though bitter still lovestruck they me render.

Im sorry my god, for thats what you are,
The selfless reason for which i still live.
But idol deamon youve proven to be,
For what you promise but you cannot give.

[DarkEyedBeauty]

"A NOBLE TRANSGRESSION"

You ask of me; yet think me still,
inferior to your great thrill;
And of your lands, your legions fill,
to die for you and thus I will.

I cannot promise night or day,
and of your debts I can't repay;
So one last object...end my way,
now before you it will lay.

You, the mother who has no time,
bourne of you in now my prime;
What place is this that's so sublime,
ignores my need like it were crime.

I'll shun this place, deny my past,
Yet gawk at me, they all amassed
Do point a finger to me the last,
who'll not forgive for those days past.

Refuse my emotions, all my tears,
I resent of those which know my fears;
Look not to me...I'll hide for years,
but wait for rise among my peers.

At last the day when I am called,
to help your problems be then solved;
your service strikes me un-appalled,
my life...this place...within evolved.

Though hard to swallow is the pill,
and God have mercy, for I you kill;
But as my right my duty still...
to die for you, and thus I will.

[storni]

(...)

Say you are a young man,

Say you are walking the walks of dreams.

And let's say that you are alone and

not a single soul in this curved universe,

has looked back, and asked you.


After a while you learn,

the subtle difference between

holding a hand

and chaining a soul.


After some days you learn

you forget, you remeber,

you are here.


Let's say you found the secret,

oh well, you once met love.



You are invulnerable now,

elegant owner of a certainty,

you do have worth.



storni (9/27/03)

[Angelus]

I lie in this cold, hollow, forgotten. x2
I am this cold, hollow, forgotten.
Down in this cold, hollow, forgotten.

Forgotten.

I'm not this cold, hollow, forgotten.
Never this cold, hollow, forgotten.
You made me this cold, hollow, forgotten.
You are the cold, hollow, forgotten.

Forgotten.

I am not here anymore. x2
I am forgotten.

You left me here, cold and forgotten.
You walked away, cold and hollow.
I dissapear, cold and forgotten.
You carry on, cold and hollow.

Hollow...

You walked away...

[sargentlard]

Fucking brilliant Hed, the second one.

[Don Hakman]

Some creatures build fences for their defences
like the great Blubberasore and Wincess
while others use anti attitude glue
by squirting green bile in excess.
What is anti attitude glue?
it makes thier attitude stick to you too.
Its gooey and burns and aches like the flu.
If you get any onya here's what you should do.
Shower for hours and treat yourself nice
get plenty of bed rest and eat plenty of rice.
Look in the mirror and see just who you are
then imagine the best you can be by far.
When you encounter the monsters of Tude
Pour on thier heads gobs of grey gratitude.
They will fall mute, won't know what to do
They'll roll their eyes up to cast expursions on you
But by then you're long gone while they sit and stew.
Run past the Jerkclerks and Midmanajerks too
like the Schnorfel, Gnarful, Gratchen and Chu
they appear to tread water by standing on you.
All of their status is nothing but flatus
and the worst they can do is make you feel blue.
Beware of the Bigbozzs they can be treacherous
They can be angry and ruthless but really are lecherous.
Out of their clutches is a land far away
A place for things you want to do
where your best ideas grow
where your love wants to stay
It is the Land of Iknowhatodo.
With a map you could go there today.

[Urson]

Here is something to give everyone a good laugh. I wrote this many years ago and it still makes me laugh today.

Halloween

At last, the scariest night of the year,
In just a few hours Halloween will be here.
A night where spirits walk the earth.
A night to keep close to home and hearth.
As if from nowhere you hear a sound.
Rattling chains to wake the town.
You look out the window and what do you see?
A pair of eyes watching you and me.
Suddenly the door bursts open wide,
And the scream, "Trick or Treat" comes from outside.
I see witches and goblins at my door.
They take my candy and still want more.
But alas, as the night rolls into day,
The goulies and ghosties fade away.
Halloween is over and the spirits disapear.
Thus ending the scariest night of the year.

[airavata]

Drifting Records

inneudo, fatal supression.
masses of distinction writhe themselves into axes of torment.
pillars of dreams and epitaphs of disaster,
bases and supports of faithless men.
in the shuffle of life,
the index of desire increases.
deserts of freedom eclipse mountains of bondage,
trials of the soul form the stepping stone to the glory of evermore,
a sound of praise and a call of the wild,
a shriek from a cavern of hunger.
bones fed to the needy,
a few decry their irrelevancy.