i'm back and i bring the wine of odin!!! 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. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
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. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
HA..Haaa.....Good one ...touchedbydeath. Just what the doctor ordered.. humor with a Twist! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
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.
these were but a few of lots... if u want to read more, then please visit the darkforum at: http://www.darkforum.com/darkforum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=7859&perpage=25&pagenumber=1 have fun n bleah nice poets inhere as well....
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
