Post a poem thread...

[edelweiss pirate]

Something dark and scary from my early years:

Delicate
I’m trapped in rest
Regardless of anything
I’m feeling my flesh too organic by far
Scared I might get broken or rot
As a fly we live and die
The brain a structured pulp
Pensively contained in a forest
Of rotting heads

[edelweiss pirate]

Why do pet goldfish suddenly decide to die?

Death of a goldfish

Your final resting place ‘neath the enchanted shade
Of a graveyard parasol.
Returned not to sea but soil.
An unnatural perversion
But surely no more perverse than your doom of a life

I would watch you, like me
Gathering speed
Your feathery fins flying through your element
Gliding so gloriously back to tropical seas from which your memory was fished
Until rudely curbed by the hard plastic of your prison
Stopped in mid-swim
Confused, you turn around, swim until the reality of you fate hits you in the face

Poor bugger.

I hope now you’re at peace underground
And not painfully limboed in the wrong place
stifled by soil.

[edelweiss pirate]

Haven't posted in a while so I'm making up for it. I hope you enjoy these poems. They're odd but interesting .


Refuel and Rest


Rows and rows of abused human doings
The VDU that steals the eyes,
Salary is blackmail
Eyes mind all learning senses,
Hones to God like perfection over 50 million year.

Forced onto a glowing buzzing radioactive box to muse over meaningless abstractions.
To return home to bask in the brief liberty of leisure.

[edelweiss pirate]

:)

Scratching an escape


Looking to history for clues to live
since now doesn’t exist,
It’s too intangible a game,
Wish I was smart enough to guess,

Correct the mistakes before they’re made,
Instead of joining ranks of foolish mice,

The past exists to guide the way
We all avoid, to get lost in the woods,
To illuminate a small patch of future darkness
Pushing at the walls of a cage to scratch an escape with words.

[edelweiss pirate]

I've been digging through my files and I can't believe I wrote a love poem....
Morning


I rise solemnly as the day forces its way through my window,
Leaden arms acknowledge their duty and march from fleet footed dreams of you.
Oh I’ve lost my baby to the nine to five and my bed is empty when the day arrives,
She’s been bought and sold and she’ll be on sale until she’s old.

Morning unbroken she’s driven from repose
Prised from the bliss of a loving embrace by bribery to follow a futile paper chase.
She’s freed at the weekend but boy she’s so dead,
She scarcely has strength to get off her head.

Like a lost stranger she’s blown in with the night,
Our love still alive with faintly beating heart,
She reaches towards me a half extinguished light
But we touch bonding to a melt then the loving can start.

But alas it can’t last and our frozen dawn embrace,
So rudely effaced by the alarm clock that strikes like a power drill,
Scattering us apart into small broken pieces of consciousness.
I contemplate the lonely hours ahead
That seem to last as long as a disastrous childhood
While the bed which held her warmth cools to a cold void.

[raggie]

Haven't posted in a while so I'm making up for it. I hope you enjoy these poems. They're odd but interesting .

they are great edelweiss:) It's a nice change:)

[edelweiss pirate]

they are great edelweiss:) It's a nice change:)

Thanks so much Raggie!:)

[edelweiss pirate]

I wrote this when I left England to live in France for a few years.

Traitor’s Gate

I recoil at my old self, he who sat in pubs for hours,
The island xenophobe for whom Python was a moral code,
I now scrape at new soil, brown and famed for its fertility
And take in gulps of fresh air, not the muggy sour kind from a fetid isle
But the cool air of alpine glacier and the warm fury of the mistral

The forest seeps into my veins, this Francophilia
A virus so volatile that my country sickens me now,
I am immune to its charms and I wonder how I lived so long in such a wretched place,
Here pampered with plenty, wine spills out from Bordeaux,

At election time, your politics delight and confuse me,
Like mushrooms, some are wild some are suspect and vaguely toxic.

Nurtured in a sceptic womb on this sceptred isle,
My wet nurse had alcohol flowing in her breasts,
The toxic cocktail of myths of greatness dribbled on rose lips,
We filed our sails with gusty chanting
We ruled the waves and God was an Englishman
Now we see Withernsea where the sea soon will be
As it clings precariously to the land as the waves snap at its heels,
And will one day devour the land.
White cliffs beaming broadly at visitors from abroad but slowly rotted by the sea.

The flimsy heart that beats a tune,
My tongue has become stiff, it dies in my mouth,
Words which I once wielded freely,
That would pour like a vomit of erudition,
are lost.

[raggie]

I've been digging through my files and I can't believe I wrote a love poem....

why can't you believe it? You write/wrote very well. Do you still write poetry today?

[edelweiss pirate]

Strange looking back on those muddled years...

She pities

She buzzes perpetually around me,
Like a fly that picks on the sick,
I can’t defend myself against her brutal love,
Or her simpering attention, the sycophantic idolatry
That so sadly stains the sweetness of desire.
Her kisses choke me and coax my tongue into speaking lies.
Pinioned to a breast reluctantly comfortable,
By an arm-lock embrace.

All thoughts of escape deflate and die, then think,
Escape to where?
How dizzy I feel, how my stomach turns,
With every day of domesticated demi-drama,
How dull my life has become, how the self is locked.

So now a lifeboat in which I strike out alone
Into drab predictable tempest.
Oh storm of life take me, wild wind,
Turbulent tempest show me your fury,
Pitch me out into mountainous waves
Wild foam lash at me,
I want to know drowning the falling down,
And to know no bottom.

[edelweiss pirate]

why can't you believe it? You write/wrote very well. Do you still write poetry today?

Hmmmm... It's hard to say.... The 'me' who wrote those poems was a very different 'me' to the one today. It's hard to explain. I was on a totally different wavelength back then, I remember it but it seems alien to me now....

Weird....That's why writing stuff down is so cool. It helps you remember and picture who you were before....

At the moment I'm working on a play... I won't say too much because it's a good little idea and it's funny as hell. I will hopefully release it sometime in 2012.

[raggie]

Hmmmm... It's hard to say.... The 'me' who wrote those poems was a very different 'me' to the one today. It's hard to explain. I was on a totally different wavelength back then, I remember it but it seems alien to me now....

Weird....That's why writing stuff down is so cool. It helps you remember and picture who you were before....

At the moment I'm working on a play... I won't say too much because it's a good little idea and it's funny as hell. I will hopefully release it sometime in 2012.

it sounds like you are having fun. I think poems are like photographs in a way. Except that a poem can paint a picture that leads up to the point where the picture was taken and move beyond. Aha maybe they are like home movies? Ooh, got to go and lie down I think:)

[raggie]

To think of you,

is to flood the valleys of my heart, with refreshing waters that flow from melted mountain top,

in warm and welcome spring.

Tell me who could ever stop?

For knowing you, is knowing everything.

You are the tree that stands majestic in an ancient woodland glade.

You are the reason that such tender thoughts of love, are even ever made.

You hold the delicate beauty of a fragile butterfly within your very touch.

Your gentle tender kindness is, but one, reason that I love you so very much.

You hold me safe within a hidden nest within a hidden tree, who could fail such flimsy test?

For within your arms, my heart is ever free.

[mickw]

I was taken in by your every word
I did your deeds because I cared.
I chased around doing this and that
bought the t-shirt and wore the hat.
You tried to scare and make me frightened,
but ironically thats when I became enlightened.
I took a step back and saw you for what you are.
You lie, you cheat and control from afar.
You bully, you call, you discredit the small.
But now I have a message for YOU and for all,
I don't cower, I stand up tall.
I've started to open door after door
and instead of a whimper I let out a ROAR!
THIS LION YOU CREATED SLEEPS NO MORE!

[hayed joe]

Sorry I haven't posted in this thread for a while. I have a file of me reading this poem live from Liverpool a few nights ago if you'd like to hear it? Sterling work from everyone else BTW!

CUTAWAY SHOTS

A shot of you being born
A shot of your first day at school
A shot of your final ever exam

A shot of you at work
A shot of your raging quit
A shot of your lover in fear running away

A shot of you talking to God
A shot of you thinking forsaken
A shot of you running from thrown rocks

A shot of a wooden wheel turning
A shot of atomic explosion
A shot of satellite communication

A shot of you laughing in snow
A shot of you shouting at the sun
A shot of you peaceful in rain

A shot of you meeting your love
A shot of you holding your child
A shot of you sobbing at their graves

A shot of you casting your vote
A shot of you being deceived
A shot of you swallowing tab of LSD

A shot of a field of wheat
A shot of steam powered craft
A shot of the first man floating in space

A shot of you holding a gun
A shot of a ringing telephone
A shot of a prison door closing

A shot of a forest with blood
A shot of Masonic handshake
A shot of a murderer being labelled "insane"

A shot of you being released
A shot of nobody recognising
A shot of you carrying on anyway

A shot of a meteorite
A shot of an alien test tube
A shot of humanities fragile first steps

A shot of a book full of lies
A shot of reports of poor hearts
A shot of a file of your life

A shot of hot water in a sink
A shot of you holding the blade
A shot of an ambulance racing past

That's all we are will ever be but have forgot
We are just a series of cutaway shots

[aeonflux]

O what agony enthralls my bones.

Like the widow my days are carried out with ceaseless mourning.

What troubleth thee my son? And thy heart to what direction doth it groan?

O that thy sorrow would be quenched upon the morning.

For thy sorrow is trivial.

And as the fool thou hast returned to the vomit from whence thou hast came.

Reunite with thy brother my child so thy days shall once again be lively and convivial.

For thy emotions do not prevail and endure for wretched harlot's game.

[raggie]

They didn't destroy me then, and they can not do it now.
For now is really when, my truth will start to grow.
The moment of this now, shows me clearly when, I rate myself a ten, my worth, can take a bow.
They didn't subdue me then, and they can not do it now.
For now is really when, my heart will start to glow.
The moment of this when, is here in the now, and even way back then, I knew, I would get there somehow.
I did not falter then and I will not falter now, for I am the tree.
The tree that I will grow.

[truthseer]

But I'll still post

As I woke up early one morning
To see the sun shining
The earth's beauty
Nature doing it's duty
What would I give to be
Nothing but a little bee
And to have a simple life
Instead of one of strife?

The ground is filled with grass green
And reminds of the beauty that has been
Around since the beginning
The little birds are singing
The day is so beautiful
that I say Nature is wonderful

It's an attempt at a sonnet. Horrible attempt though

[thommo]

Top effort guys. I love the way this thread gets nothing for a few weeks and then loads of posts. I guess there are waves of creativity flowing around the world and when the tides in we all benefit andwhen it's out, we all hide in our rock pools. Shit, I'd better write a poem before the tide goes out again lol :D

Raggie, great to see you've decided not to give up writing. I was worried you had jacked it in :(

[raggie]

But I'll still post

As I woke up early one morning
To see the sun shining
The earth's beauty
Nature doing it's duty
What would I give to be
Nothing but a little bee
And to have a simple life
Instead of one of strife?

The ground is filled with grass green
And reminds of the beauty that has been
Around since the beginning
The little birds are singing
The day is so beautiful
that I say Nature is wonderful

It's an attempt at a sonnet. Horrible attempt though

hey. Be kind to yourself. It's lovely. You have taken nature and weaved gentle words that show your courage and conviction. You have the ability, so what if some people may say 'ah but it's not technically correct?' Your poem is lovely. Please write more and more. I won't be the only one who enjoyed it:)

[raggie]

Hi thommo, I wanted to jack it in. Truth is I had a lot going on and my head was banging for days. I had to give up on my blog because I didn't know how to respond to comments. I was embarrased and shy. I get embarassed putting so many poems in this thread. I just love writing them and don't know what to do with them.Thanks to meeting you, through being a member of this forum, I found an enjoyment in using words. I am going to take this enjoyment to the local poetry club and see where it takes me. I have come through a great change recently. I hope that I may inspire others to have a go at doing what it is they would love to do. For I have been inspired by you among many others on this forum and other places I visit. I think that as long as we all feel inspired to inspire others, we will be ok.

[thommo]

:cool: Glad you're back on track mate. :) Keep emailing me the poems and I'll keep posting them for you. I've got loads to put up now, but just can't seem to get around to doing it. I've left it too long and now its a daunting task lol

[raggie]

I will mate. It's difficult though, because as you say, it is a lot of work at your end. I and others wouldn't want to become a nuisance. Having said that, I will send them all. Aha, you better get scribbling mate. I wouldn't want to have more than you on there:-D :-D

[aeonflux]

Pain

What is pain?

That with such joy may come such unending sorrow.

The lover slain.

And beseech thee Almighty God that my suff'ring may end upon the morrow.

For my heart; alas maimed and tainted by love's bitter curse.

For the medicine they call affection; upon its withdrawal; agony surpass'd by it's organ's previous ailment!

And perhaps mellow melodies may for a fortnight thy muscle's debt reimburse.

For with thy adoration thou see'st not the error of thine ways; and thine affections remain untouched and free of all derailment.

[aeonflux]

I humbly inquire of thee:

What moves thee to persist on in this voyage we call life.

Is it knowledge or may it be understanding.

Perhaps thy answers lie in marriage with child and with wife.

For every now and then qualms i have on the sanity of my navigator. But if the man be senile by God's Grace why my good sir is this lunatic still commanding ?

[aeonflux]

Love my friend i find as poison.

and Intimacy the same.

For Once I did love; and a hull of emptiness that was my soul did love with all it's heart.

There was a girl and her name from my memory engraved like stone..

Rather the most captivating and lovely girl; and my heart bled with passion and fire with every moment together we shared.

But scorned have I become.. and Alas! my love hast betrayed me.

For Once upon a time did I referred to her as the "one" and "my only."

I realize the time has come for me to move on to search "new chords" as thou hast said.

But understanding has fallen upon me.

Perhaps there is more to life than just love?

And perhaps my speech is spoken out of scorn?

But women are a distraction and a Achilles Heel to my conquest.

I seek discipline. I seek God. I seek sound mind and sound body.

For scripture has said: "It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man."

But again I have not found my "peace" so I seek it within the confines of paper and ink.

My heart has grown weary and my mind has reached it's final straw.

I find myself on metaphorical ledges at times for I am exceedingly lost.

I seek purpose I seek direction.

But Alas! I have failed to find inspiration.

So Once again I humbly ask Brother keep me within the depths and confines of your heart and pray to the God of the Heavens that he may in fact strengthen and nourish me.

[aeonflux]

"True Peace" where doth it lie?

There is a saying that goes: Our greatest battles are fought within our own minds.

My mind is distraught and if battlefield bloody massacre.

I seek meaning; I seek the Creator's purpose in our existence.

For the purpose of life lieth not in objects and currency.

Nor in the demi-Gods we have crowned with name "celebrities."

I seek knowledge; but I find no joy in the prospect of acquiring such knowledge to serve other men.

I find mankind as a collective has lost their way. But I digress.

Nature and music within both like herbs I have found a cure; Yea! if within my heart lie-th pain these things have mended my soul for a fortnight.

Alas! Solutions cannot lie within the treatment of mere symptoms.

Pain is a reminder of absence and it's unpleasant sensation doth torment me.

My wounds daily salted; and my heart is in fact vexed.

There is more to life than this. Is there not?

I find in what lies beyond the grave doth all my answers lie.

[raggie]

Absolutely fucking fantastic:-) WOW! Ah me fucking head is buzzing now.

[aeonflux]

Haha thanks mate :) Just some old poems I had on another forum. I'll write some more soon.

[raggie]

Ah, blew me away mate. I don't know if there is a post limit or not on pm'ing. Give it a go and see what happens:)

[uberstate]

Keep posting those poems Raggie! Their always good.:)

[raggie]

Keep posting those poems Raggie! Their always good.:)

aha I will, if only for your avatar:)

[truthseer]

I know, technically, I'm not good at poems. And you're right, I do down myself a lot

Bright shines the sun on Somerset today
War lies on the land, filled with hate
Peace may come again some day
But will it be too little, too late?
Humans are filled with hate, so much
Why can't they just get along?
But then human nature is such
that they think war is a song.

That is hatred, that is life
filled with this, all humans are.
Explains why world's in strife
Never will we evolve far

[uberstate]

aha I will, if only for your avatar:)

:D She is rather lovely isnt she?;)

[amorphous]

I took a poop in my pants
and imagined I was in france
all the women ran in terror
from the odors that came from derriere

Then I peed in my pants
And imagined I was one with the ants
All the other ants were busy with their work
and no one noticed that I was a lazy jerk

[uberstate]

I took a poop in my pants
and imagined I was in france
all the women ran in terror
from the odors that came from derriere

Then I peed in my pants
And imagined I was one with the ants
All the other ants were busy with their work
and no one noticed that I was a lazy jerk

You had help with that one didn't you?:D

[deadhawk]

At first it seems, there was no-thing-
then, suddenly there was.

Born Universe, strange blossoming-
weird bud of unknown laws.

creation, outward flowering-
with beauty yes, and flaws.

and all that is (that's everything)-
effect of unknown cause.

existence, forward, clamouring-
and onward with out pause.

like spring to winter following-
the circle which time draws.

[raggie]

Ah my darling,
picture this,
as we connect,
in sacred bliss.

My hands are warm,
my gaze is soft,
my heart to you, forever lost.

Candles burn,
and incense smokes,

now is time,
for gentle strokes.

Fully charged and face to face,

I gently remove your gown of lace.

Within our eyes, our hearts doth flirt,
as you undo my awkward shirt.

Hot kisses shower upon your naked shoulder,
while sky clad stood,
our honesty becomes ever bolder.

You place my hand upon your soft warm breast,

and I place yours, upon my trembling chest.

Our eyes doth meet in this silent spell,

while you caress, my hardened swell.

So to lay upon a soft warm quilt,
and know the love that we have built.

Flowers sigh, and Angels weep,
while hours fly, that fill you deep.

Backs are arched and tongues are parched.

Breathless moans escape our lips and laughing eyes perform silent quips.

With quickened pace,
and knowing face.

Now we see,
that we are free.

Now we rock.
Now we roll.
Now we lose,
all control.

Neglected muscles pump and squeeze.

We deeply breathe our scented breeze.

Ahhhh, to collapse in such a breathless heap, among the promises that we keep.

Our bodies entwined and souls unfurled.

Tender kisses where your hair is twirled.

Ah to hold you darling, in such loving ways,

would warm my heart on the coldest,
of all the coldest days.

[raggie]

:D She is rather lovely isnt she?;)

I have just spent me giro having the gas fire taken out and chimney swept. :-D

[uberstate]

I have just spent me giro having the gas fire taken out and chimney swept. :-D

pmsl Nice one.

[zolfmeister]

Sanctify Yourself

In the Image of God, suddenly we were there.
The construct of his tossing and turning,
Upon his couching of words.
Things which could go wrong,
How we'd feel when we stirred.
There were two trees in the middle of the garden
But which was which? who can say?
And what was there to hide anyhow?
And where did this palooza start,
If not in God's own image?
And a devil is but a lurking doubt,
A siren from the other side.
Slithering words from what origin?
Is this all prefab? What is there to prove?
If God is Love, but his name is JEALOUS,
And Love is NOT Jealous,
Who hides behind the curtain, pushing buttons
And turning knobs?
If not ourselves, the Silent Witness whispers,
Sanctify yourselves, and be made holy.

[zolfmeister]

I did this at some poetry site where you drag and drop from various, given digital word 'magnets' to make a poem. This is what I came up with. :)

The Profiteer

With conquest long beneath the ground,
Your likeness is a poverty of emancipation,
With glory before freedom.
Your purchase washes liberty
With the tarnished blood incision,
Where earth might struggle with pride.

[cafe beelzebub]

ok so i'll have a bash, i'll post a couple of mine...

[cafe beelzebub]

AS DARKNESS FALLS

As darkness falls, I am digested into a whirlpool of dreams.
Where I travel to the home of infinity.
An incoherent space within the depth of the self.
Stretched out beyond the mind,
The entire paradox.
The curious realm of all and nothing.

As I flow on this, a painless journey.
Past the disappearing sanctuary of the world,
And the dissolution of the conceptual mind.
The death of death, and the collapse of time.
Only strands of consciousness,
And a stream of life persist.

Our tenuous reality barely breaths, whilst
Walking across the dreaming consciousness,
On a journey down the channels of the mind.
Vastness permeates my soul, ebbs and flows.
I am the universe, body of light and love,
In a constant state of flux, we are the dream.

Close your eyes and free your mind.
Embodied with hope, we feed and grow.
Sense the transformation, lift off and fly.
In a garden of flowers, cocooned in life.
This is our destiny horizon.
The majestic chrysalis.

[cafe beelzebub]

THE DREAM TRAVELLER

It was an instant, detached, fragmented memory.
Life had begun at this very point.
The free rolling time of the outside world,
Had stopped, vanished like the childhood
Years, everybody knows they once had.
But through some remarkable injustice.
Have now only vague recollections of.
So vague in fact as to actually prompt
Questioning of its very existence.
Now that we occupy the very different
Mind space reality of the adult.
Childhood, it seemed had disappeared
Into the depths of eternity,
From which the seed of life had sprung.
And so too had the waking world,
Left behind as I'd passed through some
impenetrable mind barrier, across the
Parallel dimension of sleep.

[cafe beelzebub]

THE AWAKENING (UTOPIA'S BIRTH)

The calmness of tranquility's fire, burns
As I reside in the garden of sleep.
To stare beyond is to look inside,
For the serene enclosure is within.

Everything in the universe
Is connected by a web.
This intrinsic web which
Binds us all in a cosmic unity.

This life is but a drop
In the ocean of confusion.
And the truth is lost
Beneath a sea of darkness.

If the truth is to be found, then we
must wade through internal depths.
For it is the destiny of
All humanity to know God

Let the celestial waves,
And the tides of heaven.
Utopia's dream, and the
Colours of the universal
Mind, unite in the one
True search for inner peace.

And so we will live.
Then be reabsorbed by eternity.

[zolfmeister]

Lovely poems! Elegant prose, indeed! ^__^

p.s. that's one scary profile avatar you have there. xD

[cafe beelzebub]

Lovely poems! Elegant prose, indeed! ^__^



thanks, appreciate that!



p.s. that's one scary profile avatar you have there. xD

Its a stroke of genius that avatar haha

[raggie]

My hands were cold,
and I slipped on a glove.
When I stood myself up,
you threw me a look,
and caught my eye.
Health and Safety,
wanted to know why.
Ah but I didn't bother to sue,
for I instantly knew,
that come the dawn,
my hands would be warm.

[raggie]

Such precious,
painted butterfly,
fluttered gaily,
among summer scented,
meadow flowers.

Tinted, tracing
paper wings,
enchanted me
throughout my
youthfull summer hours.

[arcyclus]

"Roses are red, violets are blue, my feet stink and so do you"

arcyclus. :D

[raggie]

'Twas Ticklemouse Eve and not a creature was stirring.

Even the cat,
laid out on the mat,
contented and fat,
was pleasantly purring.

All were at rest,
and all were asleep.

A flea cuddled a louse,

and a mouse trumped with a squeak.

The cat stirred in his bed,
and the spoon that he used, made him confused,

mixing the dreams,

swirling inside of his head.

The sound of a whisper,

drifted through on the quiet,

as a cheeky young mouse,

said 'I really must make sprouts, a larger part of my diet'.

The chuckles were wrapped, and placed up a sleeve.

The ticklemice slept soundly,

upon Ticklemouse Eve.

Ticklemice slept in warm fresh pyjamas, with pictures of squirrells and break dancing llamas.

They wore nice little hats, as cute as you please, with pieces of string, tied around small bits of cheese.

They knocked them all back, in the manna, of a nocturnal snack,

and were really quite easy to please.

They really did love poems about mushrooms and cheese.

Especially upon Ticklemouse Eve.

During the day they had busied away, so during the night they could sleep very tight.

They had gathered their food and told jokes,

often quite rude,

but never too crude.

Without a penny having to be spent.

For everything was lovingly given,

and nothing was lent.

The love that ticklemice gave,
upon Ticklemouse Day,

was placed in their hearts to be given away.

They did not look under the tree,

for a meaningfull gift,

they looked into their hearts,

for a spiritual lift.

If I could adopt the ticklemouse ways,

I would be happy,
for the rest of my days.

[relay]

From the Neanderthal Cycle of Poems


Strange I you
eater of seeds
friend of dog
you of one hearth
not many
as
I

Beneath nightfires
dream
I
of hoof
of horn
of fur

Blood, bone
spear, stone
woman, child
I

Long eyes
have
I
see far
see hunts
ended
paths
unworn

Broken spear
silent horn
empty hands
scattered hearth

Go I now
as you awake
one hunt
ended
another
begins

[codie]

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

[raggie]

Should I fetch,
a wish to mind,
through a loving thought,

would it stretch,
this man so blind,
that he may snap, if it came to nought?

If I invited you,
into my quiet private place, with a loving wish,

would you be so excited too,
that your reflected face, may show our complete and utter bliss?

Should I pray that you come into my heart, and ask you why you came.

Would you say that once a wind did dart, and upon it you heard me call your name?

For I have called it so many many times, throughout my wandering days.

I have crossed a thousand battle lines, so I could share this moment, held within your gentle loving ways.

I propose that the pure and tender love,

which flows from deep within this carefree heart.

Be joined by yours, as hand in glove,

and no more shall we ever part.

[raggie]

Having cast through his mind, as a fisherman would,
he set hope as the bait, that he hoped would do good.

He pretended he was warm, and safe from his doubts.
Ignoring the storm, and ignoring the shouts.

Hope helped him stand, through all kinds of weather.
For hope is the strand of an invisible tether.

With the bait of tomorrow, ignoring his truth of today,
he became consumed by his sorrow, and started losing his way.

Hope did most of the talking, as he headed for safe and dry land.
He didn't even know that he was walking, upon shale and wet sand.

He whispered to a group of small wading birds.

'Hope's always been good to me'

these turned out to be his very last words, as he disapeared under the sea,

A passerby picked up his coat, and other such bits, he said 'I don't mean to gloat, but I do hope it fits'.

[raggie]

He had a small knob,

so he drove a flash car.

When he opened his gob,

he was heard from afar.

He treat women like shit,

and children far worse.

He thought He was It.

Yet he was nowt but a curse.

[lizzyking]

Squirrels bark
Turtles fly
Jesus jizzed
On Mary's thigh

Old man, flicks his dink
Who shit, in the kitchen sink?

[arcyclus]

squirrels bark
turtles fly
jesus jizzed
on mary's thigh

old man, flicks his dink
who shit, in the kitchen sink?

lol! :d

[raggie]

Scarlet painted maple trees,
bleed into a crimson dawn.

Solar powered symphonies,
herald in the morn.

Delicately tinted rambling rose,
are dipped in polished silver dew.

Liquid birdsong warmly ebbs and flows.

Prompting a sleepy speckled doe, to rise as though her legs were new.

Golden, rippled, tinkling streams,
perform the music of their day.

Dappled, orange sunbeams,
light up summer fields, set for winter hay.

Time stands still,
and colours move.

Shadows fill,
a trickling groove.

Meadow buttercups begin to melt,
towards the midday sun.

Pastel butterflys with wings as felt,
dance over glowing chrysanthemum.

A brittle, breeze borne husk,
sets sail along a green lagoon.

With several shades of fiery rust, a yawning fox, draws to an end his lazy afternoon.

The yellow beak of a blackened thrush, laments the appoaching night.

Russet tones start to rush,
into a florid ruby light.

Saffron coated clouds, drip with pink ice cream.

Grey and silver shrouds, the gaily singing stream.

A sleepy speckled doe, settles down to sleep.

She wonders where the colours go, when darkness starts to creep.

[outoftime]

Life,
Appears to have no meaning.
Awake and aware in a world that's dreaming.
Screaming, bleeding, my soul needs feeding,
I'd look to the leaders but they're busy deceiving.
Seeding lies into twisted truth.
A mask of reason on a treasonous coup.
Never-mind the time, its too late to contemplate,
Cause It's here, and its now, and it wants to separate
What is yours, what is mine,
What is found in human kind.
What is one, what is whole.
The true nature of the soul.
Now we sleep in a world where the hungry go unfed,
Where the streets are alive with the eyes of the dead.
And we look the other way when our leaders reap and kill.
Then elect when we're told, we're the ones in control?
Never-mind all the lies, all the fear, all the hunger.
Eyes on the prize, you aint getting any younger.
Slumber.
Sleeping through the thunder.
I wonder,
When do we wake to humanity's mistakes?
Cause the sheep are getting loose,
As the clock ticks on,
And the old wolves' ruse is at the break of dawn.
When the system's gone,
And the world moves on,
We'll all look back,
And, you know what, never-mind.
If you can't see the light,
Then I can't show the blind.

[outoftime]

A hollow life lies through it's teeth.
Cries deep, dies cheap.
Lose sleep for a life you called your own.
I have grown unknown,
By the call of my whisper.
Mr. Visitor,
Watching the theater.
Pay for a ticket or it's time to go home.
So I run to the woods, cause the world's a disaster.
Past understood, when they're all chasing after.
“Master, he will never stop.”
Cops?
I'm the Crafter of this Chapter.
Here's a belly full of laughter.
I'll drop when I'm ready,
Navigate the deadly.
See what I want to see, then wade through the ugly.
Never hold a grudge, I reflect on my insights.
Knowing what is right,
From that feeling we have inside.
Truth hides, waiting to be found.
Drop bombs on the ground,
Hear the sound as a million lives unravel.
Traveled to the answer,
And formed from my thoughts,
That asleep, we're like a cancer,
And we don't want to stop.
It's always make, take and sell,
And in the end we throw away.
Out of sight, out of mind, on this planet garbage stays.
Haven't found a conscious person,
Agreeing with this incursion.
But never-mind our nightmare, we work in the morning.
''I didn't make the mess.''
I'm afraid you're fucking snoring.
I'm sorry if I thought the dream was real, or a big deal.
Go tell the future that the mess wasn't ours.

[raggie]

Arid experience can scorch a heart.
Burning embers can define a passion.
Cretaceous courage can crumble apart.
Destiny can deliver purpose, over bridges ashen.

Elysium beckons for the brave,
frangible as such hope may be.
Galahad has been a slave.
Heteromorphism the valued key.

Ichneumon feast upon the brainwashed throng.
Juvenescence has been sullied.
Kourbash have sung their painful song.
Lucent love will not be bullied.

Mayan cycles, soon complete,
nudge a New World Order close to being.
Ophidian dreams now compete,
powerless, against the human seeing.

Quixotic ideals have failed the test.
Ruined are their chances.
Silhouetted within a pounding chest,
thrives the truth that dances.

United within it's own desire,
victorious, love will be.
Wherever life starts to tire,
xeranthemum will grow abundantly.

Youthful yearning will be truthful grown.

Zionistic powdered dust will be zephyr blown.

[gladys]

Arid experience can scorch a heart.
Burning embers can define a passion.
Cretaceous courage can crumble apart.
Destiny can deliver purpose, over bridges ashen.

Elysium beckons for the brave,
frangible as such hope may be.
Galahad has been a slave.
Heteromorphism the valued key.

Ichneumon feast upon the brainwashed throng.
Juvenescence has been sullied.
Kourbash have sung their painful song.
Lucent love will not be bullied.

Mayan cycles, soon complete,
nudge a New World Order close to being.
Ophidian dreams now compete,
powerless, against the human seeing.

Quixotic ideals have failed the test.
Ruined are their chances.
Silhouetted within a pounding chest,
thrives the truth that dances.

United within it's own desire,
victorious, love will be.
Wherever life starts to tire,
xeranthemum will grow abundantly.

Youthful yearning will be truthful grown.

Zionistic powdered dust will be zephyr blown.

That is just sublime. :)

[raggie]

That is just sublime. :)

ah thanks gladys, I spent the day reading a dictionary! Lol :)

[raggie]

Thermonuclear passion smoulders deep inside.
Handsel's gifts are held close and safe.
Idiosyncrasies struggle when cast aside.
Sanity becomes lost within the mist of faith.

Primum mobile force the road.
Ancient myths evaginate.
Surrendered freedoms do erode,
self beliefs that set the date.

Insipid thoughts will not thwart the owl.
Only action moulds men from mice.
No one cares for those that yowl.
Bended knee does not entice.

Unrequited love will have aught.
Rhythms flow as coloured rice.
Nothing changes that lives as nought.
Intentions either grow or turn to ice.

Nonchalance must make a note.

Greedy vultures love to gloat.

[raggie]

Thermonuclear passion smoulders deep inside.
Handsel's gifts are held close and safe.
Idiosyncrasies struggle when cast aside.
Sanity becomes lost within the mist of faith.

Primum mobile force the road.
Ancient myths evaginate.
Surrendered freedoms do erode,
self beliefs that set the date.

Insipid thoughts will not thwart the owl.
Only action moulds men from mice.
No one cares for those that yowl.
Bended knee does not entice.

Unrequited love will have aught.
Rhythms flow as coloured rice.
Nothing changes that lives as nought.
Intentions either grow or turn to ice.

Nonchalance must make a note.

Greedy vultures love to gloat.

my ego's lonely, has anybody noticed that the above poem has another poem written into it?

[ageramin]

Theres only good because of the bad.
You can only be happy by first knowing sad.
Youve got to go slow to learn to be fast,
remember the present is built on the past.

Theres ony Big when compared to something small,
just like with every rise theres the inevitable fall.
How can something be hot if its nevers been cold?
How can something be bought thats never been sold?

[ageramin]

I could answer where, Its over there.
I could answer what, Its not a lot.
I could answer when, I'll write it in pen.
I could answer who, It could be you.
But to answer why Id have to lie.

[ageramin]

I'll just have a drink,
to avoid having to think,
of the state of the world,
I'd just rather sink.

What is the point,
I'd rather roll a joint,
What can i do,
hold them at gunpoint.

I think not,
just smoke some pot,
Its a lot easier,
To just sink back into thought.

[_jay_]

Much of this poetry is so sublime
how you manage to get it to rhyme
flowing smoothness without a flaw
word mastery I read in awe
reading through it's took a while
I thank you all with a smile :)

[griswald]

Freedom.

When freedom comes calling,
Not knowing if I,ll be there,
Will it try to find me.
To keep me from my fear.

It knows that i,m a prisoner,
And it will try to set me free
It longs to show me places
Where it knows that I should be

I know my jailor, chains me
With fear, there is no doubt.
And keeps me from my freedom,
And will never let me out

I feel it deep within me
I know I should be free
I,ll cast the fear aside.
And freedom is what I see.

griswald

[raggie]

He can't pay his legal fees,
so he begs them from you.
While the human race gets up off it's knees,
he'll be on holiday in Peru.

[kennybhoy67]

Hadaka Jimmy.

Hadaka is an enigma,wrapped up in hate
He makes absurd statements,whilst preaching his hate
Half finished debates,aways wriggling away
He despises the Jews,and prolly all gays
..Adolf's an exception,that guy's ok

Poor deluded Jimmy,I feel for you Son
I actually quite like you,well..for a hun
A monstrosity of a poster,your enemy is you
When will you realise this,and lay off the Jew ?

[hayed joe]

WORKFARE MAKES YOU FREE

Remember the old days?
Where you gave them the dignity
Of shaving their heads
And issuing striped uniforms?

And then there was the expense
Of building the huts
To keep them all in with their typhoid
It's great to know things have changed!

Remember the old days?
When companies in secrecy
Were allowed profiteering
And everyone looked the other way?

Today we face the weather
And fear if things were worst still
That our glorious opposition
Would invoke the spirit of Churchill
By knowing it was going on
But doing nothing to stop this

I think of the future days
Unlikely people in police raids
For writing a novel denying today had happened
"Police are searching for a gang
That in broad daylight yesterday
Sawed up the sign from 'Tesco's'
Put it into a van and drove away..."

[offramp]

my ego's lonely, has anybody noticed that the above poem has another poem written into it?It is an acrostic.

[offramp]

I used to keep the goal
For the poor boys in light blue
But I didn't like that role.
I told them I was through.

And I went to ITV
And I took orders from Lew Grade.
I was paid a colossal fee
But I felt a bit like a slave, I'm afraid.

So I went on a tv show with Wogan
And he treated me like a total twat
And after that it became my slogan
EVERYONE IN THE WORLD IS AS WRONG AS CAN BE!!

[thommo]

The Moon Matrix

By thommo

March 2012

She glides through the night watching us sleep,
why she is there is a secret she’ll keep.
Pulling us all and causing such stress,
is she the real reason the world’s in a mess?
The lady controls us from where she’s been placed,
her eternal existence we’ve long since embraced.
Could it be that our scientists have got it all wrong,
that our Queen of the night hasn’t been there that long?
There’d have been mighty floods if she suddenly appeared,
our Earth would have tilted as her gravity neared.
The ‘double whack’ theory has no facts to follow,
all science has proved is the fact that she’s hollow!
Some who have touched her and felt her pale skin,
have come forward and admitted that she has secrets within.
The Anunnaki once invaded us desperate for gold,
could it be stored in her heart not Fort Knox as we’re told?
As the mind pushes past the suppressing control pattern,
our attention is drawn to the gas giant Saturn.
Maybe one day she will pack up and leave,
showing the smoke and mirrors put up to deceive.
Scientists change facts to fit with the theory,
the pox marked white lady is tired and is weary.
When she loses control of us and leaves us in peace,
the cap stone will fall and the suppression will cease.
Before she arrived our queen was the Sun,
connected to consciousness life was such fun.
The lunar intruder she broke our connection,
if we raise our vibration we’ll make the correction.
The sun is our leader as we follow her through space,
we spin in her wake as we try to keep pace.
Information contained in the light she gives out,
the Sun is our friend of that there’s no doubt.
Break the moon matrix and set yourself free,
there truly is no limit to what we can be.

[fairyprincess]

There was never a girl called Lucy,
Wonderland refugee stares through black mirror,
Manipulates assumptions for small pleasure,

I tire of the awake life
This insomnia gets me down,
When can I go back to sleep?
Only when I can live in land of gents and jewels

[pheony]

Freedom.

When freedom comes calling,
Not knowing if I,ll be there,
Will it try to find me.
To keep me from my fear.

It knows that i,m a prisoner,
And it will try to set me free
It longs to show me places
Where it knows that I should be

I know my jailor, chains me
With fear, there is no doubt.
And keeps me from my freedom,
And will never let me out

I feel it deep within me
I know I should be free
I,ll cast the fear aside.
And freedom is what I see.

griswald

Very good.:)

[pheony]

The Moon Matrix

By thommo

March 2012

She glides through the night watching us sleep,
why she is there is a secret she’ll keep.
Pulling us all and causing such stress,
is she the real reason the world’s in a mess?
The lady controls us from where she’s been placed,
her eternal existence we’ve long since embraced.
Could it be that our scientists have got it all wrong,
that our Queen of the night hasn’t been there that long?
There’d have been mighty floods if she suddenly appeared,
our Earth would have tilted as her gravity neared.
The ‘double whack’ theory has no facts to follow,
all science has proved is the fact that she’s hollow!
Some who have touched her and felt her pale skin,
have come forward and admitted that she has secrets within.
The Anunnaki once invaded us desperate for gold,
could it be stored in her heart not Fort Knox as we’re told?
As the mind pushes past the suppressing control pattern,
our attention is drawn to the gas giant Saturn.
Maybe one day she will pack up and leave,
showing the smoke and mirrors put up to deceive.
Scientists change facts to fit with the theory,
the pox marked white lady is tired and is weary.
When she loses control of us and leaves us in peace,
the cap stone will fall and the suppression will cease.
Before she arrived our queen was the Sun,
connected to consciousness life was such fun.
The lunar intruder she broke our connection,
if we raise our vibration we’ll make the correction.
The sun is our leader as we follow her through space,
we spin in her wake as we try to keep pace.
Information contained in the light she gives out,
the Sun is our friend of that there’s no doubt.
Break the moon matrix and set yourself free,
there truly is no limit to what we can be.


Very nice.:)

[irrepressible]

Yeah, excellent poem, I enjoyed that :)

[fairyprincess]

World without magic

Fairyprincess

Why do we live in a world without magic?
Where everything is measured without measure,
A world of grey form without exception,
Unexceptional.

I know this world has life, love, laughter,
For those who need it least,
But what of those children of the grey

Without magic there is no hope.

[paloem]

I feel less love for poems as i do for books
at most it is only an interest in groups
the company of others to share persuit
arrangement of words like notes on flute

i can take less joy from ryhme than of rythme
see no reason
some peoples hard to be pleasin
didnt ever think to question why this is this an that is that

some things dont go to plan
i started out good but things turned bad
was supposed to write four lines not three point five
sufferer of a short attention span

maybe i should make a list
a bucket list
buy the seed
plant it in the ground
water regularly
grow a tree
grow some more
leave the place like you found it
or better
try harder
live longer
dont eat red meat
who changed the subject
object
neglect
reflect
perfect

if you want you can also plaguerise
steal a little of someone you idolise
try not to make it to polarised
four lines is better than three

but with retoric you can be free
even if its only in your own head
if you repeat it till it sinks in
they will surley believe

hhm thats all from me
hope some day i can enjoy writing better poetry
:cool:
:confused::o:p

[irrepressible]

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

[irrepressible]

:rolleyes: Couldn't you write your own?....

I'm not too great at writing poetry :o
I haven't really tried though.
Maybe one of these days I'll have a proper go.
Ha! That rhymes!

:D

:rolleyes:

[fairyprincess]

I'm drunk

By: fairy princess

I'm drunk at the moment,
So drunk.
Pissed as a newt
Drunk as a fart

And for one moment I feel merry,
a respite from the gloom
I'd like to meet a fella
And maybe "get a room"

[paloem]

fuking shite, i know that feeling
sorry you feel that way
im bit busy watchin noel feidin
spectros gonna have to play another day

hows thngs going have you been ok
still tryin gto kick that addiction
like you cold love again one day
or hate the world for all your afliction

i told you already i prefere a rythm
to mundane words that sound rebound
is not that modern just like your reflexion
that shines no more with forgottin days of past

to behonest i dont care im just like you do anything for attention

[sb9726]

the ancestors whove passed, built what is today.
blind of the consequences, from the bricks they did lay.

society was made by no person here
just born into shackles, then told we are free'er.

the architects plannned what the builders have built,
while the blind men slept warm under their quilt.

no choice had we to the forms we were born,
but let this not fill you with scorn.

for the world keeps on spinning and the universe does grow,
so what happens above shall happen below.

the children of tommorow should know whats been said here,
so we can tell them of the ship they must steer.

grow must our thoughts and told to the sheep,
for the next generation may fall back asleep.

[catanna]

I lied
there was never love
just loneliness
cravin'
lust
and violence

I lied
turning my inside out
trying to change
be her
be her
be her

I lied
still the red hard pulse
in my head
in my heart
between my legs

I lied
you are gone
what does it matter
then
love

[jon galt]

i see you in the shadows
i hear you in my thoughts .
your memory eternal see u in the next world....

for my buddy

[ghostdogg]

the moon is late
not on time
clocks can not change
where she is going

in the same circle
but in another space
would the earth follow
and hold her close

is darker space more home
the desire she has
of orbits far away
near a brighter star

[missx]

Where did all my friends go.

Where did all my friends go
They said some things
and now they are gone

they spoke here a few days ago
nothing mean nothing cruel
they found out about the con

I have not seen them since
my silence breaks
for I may soon be gone

A lie in a truth
a truth in a lie
a rich guru begs for money
a fake buddhist posts egotism
We saw the flat screen tv
we saw smary cut and paste
we saw the fake,
we see right through you
we see the hate agenda allowed
we see the love agenda banned
I now I see who has disapeared
for pointing all this out

The turd on the punch bowl
the elephant in the room
I am the mouse the corner
and I have just roared
report my IP to MI5
let them waste their time
you dont know what you are up against
and you havent read the sign

[woodstock3]

I wrote this piece many years ago

I was left with not alot
and all I,ve left was left me
when I die I,ll leave all I,ve left
because all I've left was left me.

[missx]

Modified

Modified in Education
Educated in hate
Run to find
Love and peace
Instinct to keep safe
Nutter on the corner
Cannot tell a lie
Ordinance to bomb
Verifies what is known
Elusive is the truth

Inteligent messages
Send downward

Acting to inform

Self expression
Here
Is only encouraged as it
Leaves a trail for PTB to follow
Love Life LOVE REAL FREEDOM.

[space man]

Seems like a good idea,
to be here,
and do what?
Out of consciousness,
reigning over future accomplishments,
Great, lets get started!

Somehow help me,
is this hell? No,
just another.
Where do I go? What to do?
And out of what, is from me to manifest?

Drums now started,
rythym like it's going somewhere,
ticket has been stamped,
help is here to stay,
but from me,
as I make my way.

[ultimate_warlord]

PINK FLOYD LYRICS...Unbeatable poetry of the modern era


You shout in your sleep
Perhaps the price is just too steep
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears Just two eyes

You set sail across the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories
Childhood's end Your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You find your eyes are growing moist
And all the fears never voiced
Say you have to make your final choice

Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born Some men die
Beneath one infinite sky
There'll be war There'll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust

And so all things, time will mend
So this song will end

PINK FLOYD - CHILDHOOD'S END LYRICS

[koagula]

Cool poems...

[zerosignal]

This is a poem I wrote after watching an interview with David Icke on Alex Jones.

Original post can be found herehttp://www.chainsaw-jky.deviantart.com/#/d4w79ih

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"Atmospheric Processor: HAARP"


Slaves to an insidious technocracy.
Illumination integrates beneath synthetic light.
Scattered shadows of numerical fingerprints.
Soul sectors and the districts of mind
Crash
Into
Disarray...

Calibrating crystalline receptors to rupture.
Bridge the physicality, disrupting the structure.
Contaminate the universal mind's estuary:
The curse of attrition
Through
Diminishing returns.

Tyrannical trinity in terabytes,
Elimination through encompassing elements:
Leveling levels, distractions - destruction.
Harmonious humidity and purification.
Dehumanized, desensitized through humiliation.
Facilitating fallacies in frequency:
Foretold in muted fiction - igniting the friction:
Dreams delivered in aural overload.

Clamp a vice of malice: constricting every sense,
Diversionary - fortify the religious pretense.
Fuse perception to acceptance of duality...
Rejoicing, self-fulfilling apocalyptic vision...

Intrusive
use of
POWER
Constant
abuse of
POWER
Tightening
noose of
POWER We gave away...

Clamped in the
jaws of
POWER
Breaking the
laws of
POWER
Just for the
cause of
POWER We gave away...

Dissonance of senses while subject to distractions,
Disassociate the devil from his own actions.
Handing over POWER to a chain of dictators
But it's POWER we gave
and POWER WE
still possess

Infiltrate our own atmosphere?
Can you breathe here?
Earth exists within our chaosphere.

We'll constrict your breath,
Can't you BREATHE here?
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[missx]

cool poem zerosignal.

[hayed joe]

This will either elevate the thread or bring it crashing down but...

1949 AIR SHOW DISASTER

Engines start powering out
Out of kindness minimalise damage
To the innocent bystanders
Who still paid to see such accidents
But through their disguise of enthusiast
Were left alone and taken for granted

The Group Captain on the ground a blur of action
Communication controlling
Everything possible to keep his men
He personally trained
And bought them to perfection
Airborne until damages send Earthward

The plan gets worse...
A fire destroyed some parachutes
Tangled metal blocks the way to jump
As instructed two flight lieutenants
To blow up the windscreen
Inside they try to generate enough power
To fly on autopilot

There was a dreadful explosion
Until the crowd heard no injuries
But one of the crew has flipped
Tearfully hijacking the radio
Until the Group Captain snaps him out of it

All attention on the plane
Hysteria grows in the crowd
Hallucinating it's getting closer
After calm was called for a progress report
They have no explosives to blow out windscreen
So the plane is guided out to sea

It's doom to be witnessed next
The Group Captain kept together to say his goodbyes
And stared into the distance as the crowds around gasped
And then got even more excited until they started pointing up
The Group Captain rose his eyes to where he last saw the plane
Instead saw it unburnt but in a tractor beam
From a passing alien spaceship...

Over the public address system a message filters
"The pilots are frozen in time and unharmed.
We will safely put them down out of sincere intention
Then fly home as negotiations start
To admit the planet Earth to Intergalactic Federation"
After a large flash there was no spacecraft
And the plane back in flames falling to the sea

The Group Captain was screaming at the audience
"YOU DID NOT SEE THAT! WATER SUPPLY CONTAMINATED!
YOU DID NOT SEE THAT! WE CAN EVEN PROVIDE MONEY!"

Now I hear you thinking "Far fetched"?
I listen hard enough I can hear you thinking swears
Well here comes the actual point
Why did the Group Captain foil this peace plan?
Because planet Earth's ascension to intergalactic laws
Is being delayed out to sabotage

To keep planet Earth ignorant and addicted to profit
An alien race, in true justice, is on the take
As the Intergalactic Federation dismisses us as
"Too afraid"
The alien race so brutal and cunning
Their influence colossal and intertwining

The Group Captain belongs to an order
Formed from their backs
On the orders of his company
That just happened to have access
To alien time travel technology
For just those few moments
It never happened

To tell them the lie
Of how they lost an aircraft at an air show
That managed to blank all cameras
Photographs and even their own eyes
The Air Force lost four good men
And "Hurt Them All" is the official line

The Intergalactic Federation
Defaults planet Earth's status
To "Never mind..."

[hayed joe]

I WIN THREAD!!!! (Finally...)


POKING THE DREAMWORLD


In a dream there was on stage
A competition answer
Incorporated into a Comedian's sketch
He told them
There was no punchline
And started playing a guitar

And over it was sung
The following words
The first eight words
I can safely say
Were from dream

I tried to keep
Momentum flowing
As much as I could
Or as wanted to prove
Here's the message:

"Time is a floating device
Taking you away"
Thanks to our other guests
The element of surprise
Arrived at the Royal's Court
No tickets it was free

"Time is a floating device
Taking you away"
Was sung comedian with a guitar
The tactic of his act
At least eight words
Physical link
With his own subconscious

Poked after poking
Around the poke
Of the Dreamworld

[hooded stranger]

Dumb

And so the truth is supposed to set you free
Yet they broadcast controlled news
Everything is a conspiracy

They have an agenda which would never pass
So they create a problem for our reaction
We demand solution we applaud en-masse

They make believe
From the lies and deceit
They make believe
From the words that deceive

From problem to reaction then solution
Accepting the agenda that would never pass
Everything is an illusion

Wake up and open your eyes
Humankind is in demise
They have control but we are strong
Fight for our consciousness where we belong

And so the truth is distorted for their cause
We believe because we are trusting fools
To their false solution we stand to applause

Are our minds no longer our own?
Why are we all so fucked up and dumb?
We stare at the TV with its subliminal drone
We move like a herd to the sound of their drum
Dumb so fucking dumb!


© 2012 hoodedstranger.com

[butters]

pain is creation,
caring is attachment,
ego is cosmic,
death is a relief

[the nail]

The hues of brightness darkness covered,
The blues turned shades of grey,
The last remains of life that hovered,
The darkness sucked away.

[hayed joe]

"WHEN COLLATERAL ATTEMPTS INTERACT, DON'T PANIC!" -TONY BLAIR

The best steps to humour them
And hope they buy your custom
Like you needed any orders to feel smug...
Well the things develop
And that's all it took

And it was all yours
Sending them off for hours
For the giggling ones
Walking past

And then Tony Blair said:
"They're not even on to me yet!
They're all on fire!
Wasn't it a good idea
To tie them up!"

Alright
I am aware the net is closing in
But I can put my feet up
Relax after all days work
But then considering
Longer term maintenance

But now I have wonderful friends
Who will give me their games
To the glass eyed the cuts
Feel insignificant
Forgetting the original truth
Made them blind
First place

The best step is to anticipate
They offer you a drink
At your fingertips backgrounds of action
If you play up to refusing
The hurt as you calculate it
From late night secret flow chart patterns

Can you enjoy the split second?
When everything is possible?
How far in advance
Can you string along web
Before they suddenly
Develop a fear of spiders?

The best step is one second glances
If they are complete strangers
They are entitled to see you as nothing
And hope with both feet put
Into a direction
That leads you to the top step

The one you have to climb with friends...
And then Tony Blair said:

"So when the Collateral
All around you
Begins to interact?
And ask of you questions?!!
The DON'T PANIC!
Their interactions will stop.
In just a few more seconds..."