A Poem Thread

[xii Malice]

Never free. Rather remain blind to reality. Open hearts will make one bleed. Awakened within a cage, wishin to escape to eternity. So whats the difference if you let yourself free, when you realize its very costly. Visions of pain will be tenfold with open eyes, like iron needles, he once again becomes blind. To escape reality. When a man sleeps all he has are his own dreams. That to me is like being free. Living ones dreams tho he has to sleep, so again hes not free. Its like a riddle that plagues one soul living in contradictory. Lucid Dreams achieving his wishes, but hes sleeping and not living, he must awaken, only to be blinded by pains of realism. Life is a dream, or isnt it? What a mystery indeed, its a joke I laugh with to keep my sanity.

[curioucity]

Ah, the blue stream of crystal clear flow of water
And the fish crave for it
And the cranes live by it
And the bears eat from it
And the toads flow with it
And the snakes swim inside it
And the trees grow near it
And the leaves fall into it
And the roses smile to it

And the living death put an epilogue to all of them

[Urson]

Steel Wings

Steel wings and eyes of doom
Pierce the murky midnight gloom
The stinging shriek of iron claws
Upon the glass and concrete walls
The city shivers in frozen fear
As the shinning metal heart beats near
People run and hide from sight
At the sound of steel wings in flight
The creature rises through the skies
Where all can hear it's piercing cries
The scream of death, the call of night
Fills us with a grim delight
Iron talons, frost bit breath
Steel wings bring silent death

[Angelus]

Fathom the depths of the ocean;
fathom the leagues in the sea;
fathom the grains of sand on the shore;
but do not fathom me.

Don't try and guess my intentions;
don't try to understand my ways;
don't try to find the process
or the method to my days.

Trust the words I say;
trust the things I do;
trust that I will tell you
everything that is true.

Believe me that I love you;
believe me that I try;
believe me that I'll trust in you
until the day I die.

[ScRaMbLe]

historys' lamest monster
a creep
a freak
a ghoul
I'm mis-informed
mal-adjusted
and taken for a fool

you think you fucking know me?
dont pretend you care
you can never know my darkness
desperation and despair

you think you fucking want me?
you just wait and see
no-one could want this stagnant pool
of narcissistic misery.

a sheep in wolves clothing
a nothing with a smile
a fucking joke
an empty space
an inch inside a mile.

oh woah is me
and this and that
and all the fucking rest
i tried
and tried
and tried
and failed
so fuck your fucking test.

ScRaMbLe 2003

[Don Hakman]

Breathing in the fresh scent of Spring
I had an epiphanal notion.

You can unify and distill anything
into a concentrated potion.

If it is love, it's a strong and delicious drink.
If it is absurdity and hate, it is poison.

Scriptures of the middle east are a mixed drink of both,
which makes it a delicious poison.

[Angelus]

ScRaMbLe, that last one was delicious.

[Angelus]

Dream a dream of life,
so simple.
Elegant and flawed.
Watch it slip away
to nothing.
Smoke inside of fog.
Feel the red, it burns
inside you.
Pressure to release.
Open up the pain
that binds you.
Luminous, serene.
Awaken from this dream,
it's simple.
Open up your eyes.
The red is flowing down
dripping to the ground.
And still you sleep.

[ScRaMbLe]

ScRaMbLe, that last one was delicious.

Thanx. Your "fathom" was awesome, inspired me to write some stuff too

Man I was in a dark mood tho yesterday...

Oh well...

Daisies.... butterflies.... kittens....

[DarkEyedBeauty]

When does forever begin? When do our lives start? How can today be the first day of the rest of our lives without the days previously passed be rendered useless. Are they? They will never be again. They will never exist again. They are dead and cold...somewhere I am trapped within them. Clinging to few life-altering events. And if I am clung so tightly to the past, am I not dead as well? I am drained as one with no blood. This cold clotted mass has rested in these veins of dust for what seems forever. I can't make the blood flow, I'm so cold. A breathe is all that keeps me, a breeze through my cavernous lungs...escapes my purpled lips. When I rest I feel as though I die, and when I stop, the wind sweeps the dust away...and there is nothing of me left.

[DarkEyedBeauty]

Can I say goodbye?

In that moment I know my heart will cease beating, and I will die...in some ways.

Can I not?

I will live forever tormented by the grief, knowing I let you go. Knowing I gave up the greatest chance.

When will the last time I see you be? Will I know it is the last, or will you slip away like a leaf in the breeze? If I do not know, will I go on, strong, or pretending to be. Ignoring my racing heart and spitting in the face of chance.

Why must I go on as though I don't care? If in that last moment I let fly my feelings, what would the repercussions be? You are already leaving me, truly that is the worst fate.

What shall I do.

[DarkEyedBeauty]

...with the passing of each hour, my heart goes out to him more and more. How can it be that he affects me this way? Gold flecks, silvery glints I catch, chase down and to myself apply, simply for your pleasure. What aesthetics I give you, I flaunt, all for you. I would do it all for you. I give my all to you, all of myself, all of everything which is not myself. I would bring to you whate're you desire. Just ask it of me love, it is yours, it was made for you, I was made for you, or else I craft myself in the image which pleases you most. I am an addict, and that smile, your smile...that flawless crescent which rarely flashes upon my unworthy, tired visage...that is my drug. Oh sweet high...ne're let me down...ne're allow a day to pass when I cannot have my drug...sweet elixer...I'll drown me in you...brush my lips, sugar coat my parched tongue. Let my eyes be sated in much the same manner.

~10/01/03

[airavata]

Hymn to an Organic Wonder.


divine flower of evanescent beauty,
you do change and shift like a thing most unseemly.
tranfixation of the soul upon the dew,
of your honey ash fibre is normal poesy.
open veins of milky white,
channelise your saffron essence,
into hearts of flaming red and flaming love,
the colours of space opiate your dreams.
tinges of humble divinity encompass,
the subtle and soft mumbling form,
of your shape, opening out to the sun,
the yellow one, and one another.

whorls of inviting suggestives,
whirl and hop with mad grace,
intoxicated in your own mystique,
elusive and sublime does your essence remain.
eves of a yellow sunset,
touch and lesion your forms' grace,
scents of nature's incense maker,
elucidate your languid elegance.
night comes along, a wrecker,
of your wonder and ultimate love,
a new day will come for all,
to be entrenched in my iconic worship.

[exsto_human]

What?

Speak.

No.

Again?

When?

Now.

[Urson]

Remember me

Dream, dream, remember me
And all the happy times and glee we shared
And all the loving times we cared
Bride in silver, groom in gold
Remember me when hands you hold, together
Drifting through the dream forever
Long I've waited, here and now
To swing upon the willow's bough, like a child
With dreams so rare and wild
Time goes by far to fast
But when it comes for me at last, I'll fade
Then into that sunlit glade
Do not weep, do not cry
Let no tear fall from your eyes in sadness
Instead, rejoyce in gladness
And remember me

[Mephura]

Urson,
Your work has an very lyrical quality to it. It reminds me of beat poetry.

[Urson]

Thanks Mephura. I have an easy time rhyming but a much harder time trying non-rhyming poetry.

[Avatar]

footsteps in rain
starting to rain
fall on the ground

springrunning through the night
for the flowers and sun
footsteps in rain

[Angelus]

Two arms touching,
thinking such things.
Mind's a jumble,
my walls crumble.
Feel the ring
but i can't think.
As i tumble,
you too stumble.
Am i here
or am i gone?
Be this near
in, oh, so long.
Can you see her
in this song?
Voices this clear
can't be wrong.
I just wanna be.
Want you to be free.
I just wanna see.
Bend down on my knee,
you bend before me.
I succumb to thee,
surely you agree
this has got to be.

[BigBlueHead]

Must I see to love?
Must I know you by those senses...
and hem in what I know you to be
with words that make you a jumble of other things?

Even if I could not see you
Even if we could not speak to one another
Even if those words were all we had...

From halfway across the world I read
those things that you typed some time ago
connected by the thinnest of wires,
the most haphazard of networks.

I close my eyes
and I sense nothing
no visions of starry skies
not sound of your voice forever lingering...

When everything is gone
all I feel is you
and I.