Post a poem thread...

[edelweiss pirate]

Aye-up forummers... How about having a thread where poems can be posted by forummers without having them falling out of cyberspace and into obscurity on page 12.

If we regularly update this thread with our poems and random lyrical thoughts
then we can have a place to keep track of the poetic talents of the many Icke forum members, through the weeks and months of forum activity.


One of my efforts:




Wheels of history.

It’s the grinding of the wheels of history
The milling of hearts for their blood
The story of demons and kings and their mystery
Where neither side is any much good

The underground stream
Where money runs deep
Drown for your dreams
But the dead don’t sleep

It’s madness only madness
All you need to know
Nut jobs, crack pots, crazies and head cases
All running the show

We are the pawns
All the squares are black
Stop playing games
It’s your world take it back

Do you feel at home?
Or have we got the burglars in?
Do you feel alone?
Cos you’re the only one noticing?

It’s madness only madness
All you need to know
Nut jobs crack pots crazies and head cases
All running the show

Don’t worry, s’just a phase
Of planetary hypnosis
And we live life in a daze
Of mutually induced psychosis.

It doesn’t hurt to make a stand
It doesn’t hurt to pray
And if we take the world in hand
We might all get better some day

[pedsi]

Good idea ep. I'll add this one......

Is It Because...

Why am I here?
Why do I have no freedom?
Why is my food and water poisoned?
Why am I brainwashed and injected with toxins?
Why am I told what to do?
Why am I told what to believe?
Is it because......
Is it because......
Is it because......
You love me mummy!

[edelweiss pirate]

Good idea ep. I'll add this one......

Is It Because...

Why am I here?
Why do I have no freedom?
Why is my food and water poisoned?
Why am I brainwashed and injected with toxins?
Why am I told what to do?
Why am I told what to believe?
Is it because......
Is it because......
Is it because.....
You love me mummy!

Hmmmmmm.... A good protest poem with a kicker at the end....

I love poems that throw questions at you.... Hmmmm. Good one.

[petercookie]

The story goes:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Tampa, Florida, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. Note that, while this poem says “nurses,” we all – every one of us – must put ourselves into this spot.

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? .......What do you see?
What are you thinking......when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, ....not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ........with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice....."I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ....the things that you do.
And forever is losing .............. A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not...........lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding ...... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse......you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am ....... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .....as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten......with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters ......who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen ...........with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. .........a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty .........my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows........that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now .......... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide ...... And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ......... My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ......... With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons ........have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me........to see ! I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, ......... Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ....... My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me .......... My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ...........I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .......young of their own.
And I think of the years...... And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man.........and nature is cruel.
'Tis jest to make old age .......look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone........where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass ...... A young guy still dwells,
And now and again .......my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys.............. I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living.............life over again.

I think of the years ...all too few......gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact........that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .........open and see..
Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see........ME!!

:) This poem is not totally in keeping with the thread because i didnt write it, but thought it is worth posting, i hope its ok.

[pedsi]

The Ego.

Please don't question "My"
For it means so much to "I"
Because of fear I dont ask "Why"
So I guess I'll stick with "My"

[boots]

It was on the good ship Venus.
By Christ you should have seen us.
The captains dog was Rover.
My god they did him over.
He was so full of spoof, that he couldn't woof.
So they threw the poor bastard over.


.

[pureheart]

:) This poem is not totally in keeping with the thread because i didnt write it, but thought it is worth posting, i hope its ok.

That was really touching. Thanks for posting it.

It made me think of the Benjamin Button film. That was sad too. :(

[particlepopup]

As my girlfriend knows im a nutter, and i cant be bothered with pressies,she wrote me a poem on card as a book mark for my birthday, here goes,


I looked to the sky
and what did i see
But a one eyed martian
winking at me

He took me onboard
for a tour of the stars
to visit the moon
and my acre on mars (she bought me an acre for chrimbo)

We travelled through space
for a year and a day
He tried it on once
But i said - hey i aint gay

and so we turned back
after such a long ride
this mission was failed
he'd wanted a bride

I said mr martian
I do love you man
if you were a celeb :)
id be your biggest fan

But i aint for you
and you aint for me
so drop me off home
in time for my tea.

I howled with laughter, who says you need to spend cash to make someone happy

[particlepopup]

:) This poem is not totally in keeping with the thread because i didnt write it, but thought it is worth posting, i hope its ok.

Stunning.

[edelweiss pirate]

As my girlfriend knows im a nutter, and i cant be bothered with pressies,she wrote me a poem on card as a book mark for my birthday, here goes,


I looked to the sky
and what did i see
But a one eyed martian
winking at me

He took me onboard
for a tour of the stars
to visit the moon
and my acre on mars (she bought me an acre for chrimbo)

We travelled through space
for a year and a day
He tried it on once
But i said - hey i aint gay

and so we turned back
after such a long ride
this mission was failed
he'd wanted a bride

I said mr martian
I do love you man
if you were a celeb :)
id be your biggest fan

But i aint for you
and you aint for me
so drop me off home
in time for my tea.

I howled with laughter, who says you need to spend cash to make someone happy


I want more.... what happened next? that rhythm is infectious I could listen to it for ever..... Back in the day, before writing, that was how they used to transmit knowledge and history. It just sticks in your head doesn't it?

[cryst4l]

Twisting, Turning, Listing, and Learning.
Life pushes on with the energy force.
No matter what you want or where you hide,
Your come tumbling along this great ride.
The strength and power is too hard to fight.
Even if it does not feel right, (which it does feel right)
Life can throw up so many little surprises.
I bet you can’t guess as to what mine is???

[cryst4l]

I’m sick I’m spinning.
My head is in a whirlpool with all these visions.
Things that need to be done as part of a routine,
Only make me want to shout and scream.
Tonight, a night of freedom and bliss,
Will only make my skin boil and hiss.

Not sure what to do or how to handle,
Confusion creeps in, choking the air I breathe.
Faith holds strong and I must believe.

[gravey420]

blind to the fury numb to the pain deaf to the sadness my spirit in flames rise against rise to meet rise to conquer rise to defeat

anger mistrust exacting circumstance cursing money and all the greed my spirit to fight ill feed and feed

never ending ties that bind my soul is lost on the winds of time

keeping close your devious ends
time and place will reveal a taste for vengance and a thirst for your blood

[edelweiss pirate]

In reply to PeteCookie, please feel free to post any poems you want, whether you wrote them or not..... I would suggest that if you post a poem by someone else, that you include the poet's name underneath the poem. Just for informaton purposes.

I'm just gonna drop these lines on y'all.



I Love thy neighbour!


How much do you love your neighbour?
When the stereo’s loud to hide their rows
do you hate them? Do you think they’re trash?
Walk a mile in their shoes that let the rain in.
Life’s quite hard with wet feet and not enough cash.

I........ Love my neighbour
I love my neighbour but she scares me!
She’s so pretty and I like to be alone
But when I see her
I reconsider
And a different life grows in my mind.
To have a girlfriend.
To have a girlfriend.


This whole world is full of neighbours.
But some of them don’t get on.
"I’m not talking to them!
Cos he broke my spade"
"And their cat poos in the rockery I made"
"And she sings on a Sunday
And it drives me mad"
"And their cooking, oh their cooking, always smells so bad."

But I love my neighbour, she’s so pretty
And when I see her
I know I want her
To be my girlfriend
To be my girlfriend

It’s high time we loved our neighbours
Cos we share more than a fence
And if we love them and they love us
The world makes sense.

[jojo]

Twisting, Turning, Listing, and Learning.
Life pushes on with the energy force.
No matter what you want or where you hide,
Your come tumbling along this great ride.
The strength and power is too hard to fight.
Even if it does not feel right, (which it does feel right)
Life can throw up so many little surprises.
I bet you can’t guess as to what mine is???

go on then, what ? :)

[cryst4l]

go on then, what ? :)

Rhetorical question ;)

[petercookie]

I like these two short poems - i dont know who wrote or said them but they are good.

I, a stranger and affraid, in a world i never made
^that is like how we feel when we feel seperate and not connected with the universe. A stranger in a strange land.

An artist wants a picture painted, of such a monster that he fainted

^For me this represents our minds, when we create mountains out of molehills.

[gravey420]

in mortal desire coil into thyself
seek redemtion in dead eyes

pursue the hidden path
climb the lost stair

visceral designs unveiled,
relinquish autonomy

integrate the lesson
disseminate your values

extrapolate probabillity
incorporate impossibility

[jojo]

in mortal desire coil into thyself
seek redemtion in dead eyes

pursue the hidden path
climb the lost stair

visceral designs unveiled,
relinquish autonomy

integrate the lesson
disseminate your values

extrapolate probabillity
incorporate impossibility

powerful! very powerful!

[gravey420]

rebel throng rise
to war to war

take the streets and parks

Rising edifice, seat of power now topple

fury burns through eyes that watch
the smoke of ruin rise over your works
the dust shall claim its own

a miscreants desire set in motion the unfolding of your doom

[gravey420]

I stood with my master
and i said to him

its not quite what you said it was
the image and the glory

the ancient lies
and modern ties

that bind the fading story

[gravey420]

the stars shine bright above my head
i can see them through the gaps of the dark green canopy
as i lie here between a distant war and a suspicious future
the wheels begin turning in my mind
before they lock in place
opening an inner door to the memory ive found...


the battle rage still holds me trembling in its grasp
as i close the eyes of anothers fallen son
a faint breeze swirls past my head diverting the familiar path of the tears i shed

an eerie harmony
high and no more than a whisper
seems to be borne on the breeze
as it carries the soul of this golden haired youth
away above and beyond my reach

"that sound holds no pain"

[gravey420]

In case you hadnt heard this is the truth of the world
your asleep to keep you from dreaming
you buy to keep you breeding
you die to keep you sleeping

stare at the sun stare at the sun stare at the sun stare at the sun
what a world of fun what a world of fun what a world of fun

DADDY WONT YOU TAKE ME TO DISNEYLAND!!!
DO IT NOW OR ILL SLIT MY SISTERS THOROAT
DONT GIVE ME THAT SHIT ABOUT THE ECONOMY
YOU WORK FOR ME SO FUCKING FEED ME
BIG MACS LARGE FRIES DONT FORGET TO SUPERSIZE
DO IT OR ILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP
SO WE ALL MAKE HEADLINE NEWS
now i gotta dance the blues

im sowing the seeds
of future deeds
for a lighter breed
for the collective dream
of heaven on earth
self guided system
to feel the power of my birth
to embrace my circumstance
the timeline dances
before my eyes
leading me forward
and backward
its all the same(its all now)
take me somewhere new
speak to me
in a new language
the twin eyes of perception and deception
stare back at me
burn them both
embrace resurrection
of the moment
of eternity
of intention
of misinterpritation
of peace love happylove love
the time of dancing draws near
but the shadows coming up the rear

like all desire bred from lacking
itll pass as an ill wind

[edelweiss pirate]

In case you hadnt heard this is the truth of the world
your asleep to keep you from dreaming
you buy to keep you breeding
you die to keep you sleeping

stare at the sun stare at the sun stare at the sun stare at the sun
what a world of fun what a world of fun what a world of fun

DADDY WONT YOU TAKE ME TO DISNEYLAND!!!
DO IT NOW OR ILL SLIT MY SISTERS THOROAT
DONT GIVE ME THAT SHIT ABOUT THE ECONOMY
YOU WORK FOR ME SO FUCKING FEED ME
BIG MACS LARGE FRIES DONT FORGET TO SUPERSIZE
DO IT OR ILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP
SO WE ALL MAKE HEADLINE NEWS
now i gotta dance the blues

im sowing the seeds
of future deeds
for a lighter breed
for the collective dream
of heaven on earth
self guided system
to feel the power of my birth
to embrace my circumstance
the timeline dances
before my eyes
leading me forward
and backward
its all the same(its all now)
take me somewhere new
speak to me
in a new language
the twin eyes of perception and deception
stare back at me
burn them both
embrace resurrection
of the moment
of eternity
of intention
of misinterpritation
of peace love happylove love
the time of dancing draws near
but the shadows coming up the rear

like all desire bred from lacking
itll pass as an ill wind

I like this one very much.

[chrysoprase]

***

Retreat into the unknown
Absorbed into space

This spirit has flown
From the human race

***

[chrysoprase]

WAITING FOR DIRECTIONS

When will I know?
I've been waiting so long
To hear it's time to go

My ears are straining
To hear the song
But it won't stop raining

And it's been so long
Longer than we know

But still, I guess
There's a reason for today.

And my life is a mess

I'm in a trap
I can't get away
I look for the map

To lead me
From empty nights
And cruel days
That besiege me

And I'm at war
With these demons
That claim me as their own

When all I really want
Is to go home

And it's been so long
Longer than we know

[chrysoprase]

**

The cynic in me grows
As my heart begins to cramp
The love I dearly chose
Has proven to be a tramp

**

[chrysoprase]

Upward and forward
Into the sky
Because when I look back
I wanna cry

Wishing and praying
I go the right way
In a circle of madness
I won't stay

I remember the day
My spirit got crushed
And trampled upon
And I completely
Lost my way

And I was opened
To the wicked world
For when all hope dies
That's what happens

A call for help
In the darkness
Someone looked upon me
And pulled me back up

Now hope I will keep
In my heart so securely
And never let go
Of my dreams

For somewhere out there
Somebody cares
And sent a star
To watch over me

[edelweiss pirate]

I stood with my master
and i said to him

its not quite what you said it was
the image and the glory

the ancient lies
and modern ties

that bind the fading story

damndamn that's good....... Oh so good....

[edelweiss pirate]

WAITING FOR DIRECTIONS

When will I know?
I've been waiting so long
To hear it's time to go

My ears are straining
To hear the song
But it won't stop raining

And it's been so long
Longer than we know

But still, I guess
There's a reason for today.

And my life is a mess

I'm in a trap
I can't get away
I look for the map

To lead me
From empty nights
And cruel days
That besiege me

And I'm at war
With these demons
That claim me as their own

When all I really want
Is to go home

And it's been so long
Longer than we know

That's wonderful.

[pedsi]

I'm neither black or white
I'm neither rich nor poor
Do i have a name
I'm not really sure
Are you left or right,happy or sad
People always go
What is all this fuss about
I'm a child dont you know

I've come into this world
With an open heart and mind
To love and respect others
And treat them as i find
I need to have expriences
So i can learn and grow
For me that is essential
I'm a child dont you know

Teach me not your prejudice
Your bitterness and hate
And spare me your religous gods
So mighty and so great
Let me form my own beleifs
And I'll reep what I sow
Im not yet an adult
I'm a child dont you know

I know what I'll do
With this precious life of mine
I'm going to be the best i can
To flourish and to shine
I'll keep my head up high
When I am feeling low
I know what your thinking
I'm a child dont you know

Now I am no one special
But I'm very much unique
And this truth within ourselves
Is something we must seek
Abandoning fear is the only thing
That you yourself must do
And please remember just one thing
You were once a child too

[cryst4l]

The hurt
The pain
The thought of disdain.

Tears roll form my cheeks,
as the energy and anguish rises through my veins.

Life is never easy,
but my, she is showing me how hard.

Such treacherous acts
from people with such Love.

Deep passions boil within,
Why, what, where how can this be?

Life was never meant to be treated this way.

With all the power and energy I can muster.

I put back to you what you gave to me.

I give all I can give and hope and pray.

[anahata]

Here again... vision in frame, depths of a spiral just drive me insane.
End of the line, familiar wake. Duration feels short in emotional stake.
Open and run. You’ll make it, I swear. Immersed in confusion, too much to bear.
Dispersed through the tunnel, circle is laid. The price of a beam must be re-paid.

Into the capsule, fiery flame. Horizon formalities chosen again.
Urgency measured, momentum contained. Memory blurred under plateau ordained.

Into the capsule, fiery flame. Horizon formalities chosen again.
Encryption to follow once notably gained, auspicious intent from creation restrained.

[edelweiss pirate]

Here again... vision in frame, depths of a spiral just drive me insane.
End of the line, familiar wake. Duration feels short in emotional stake.
Open and run. You’ll make it, I swear. Immersed in confusion, too much to bear.
Dispersed through the tunnel, circle is laid. The price of a beam must be re-paid.

Into the capsule, fiery flame. Horizon formalities chosen again.
Urgency measured, momentum contained. Memory blurred under plateau ordained.

Into the capsule, fiery flame. Horizon formalities chosen again.
Encryption to follow once notably gained, auspicious intent from creation restrained.

Awesome poem.
Would make a great grunge rock song.

[anahata]

Awesome poem.
Would make a great grunge rock song.

Gawwwwwwsh thanks :p

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[aventurine]

I wrote this a couple of years ago, it was my first attempt at poetry for several years, it was borne out of some pretty dark emotions, as you will tell once you read it, lol. Thought I would add it to this great thread anyways. Thanks for sharing guys :)


THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON


In fear and doubt my heart dost weep
Where darkness dwells and passion sleeps

Herein this inky dead-of-night
The Dark Queen reigns with all her might

Those murky shadows wrap around
Myself, in stealth, without a sound

Cold blackness my only company
Until my mind doth set me free

Oh! hear the melancholic tune
That plays on the dark side of the moon

And here I pray, my lover's arms to heal
The lonliness and despair I feel

Amidst this god-forsaken place
As silent tears roll down my face

[2013]

Some very good work here people . I have spoken to a lot of friends lately who all seem to be writing poetry recently , some creative force in the air .
I wrote this one the other day after reading another thread that had degenrated into dispute .

There just ideas to bounce around
some absurd and some profound
Were would we be without questions
asking leads to new suggestions .
While were exchganging our ideas
they provoke some anger and others fears
although this is not the intention
necessity's the mother of invention .
Sometimes its good to just debate
and keep our cool not foster hate
the time it is almost too late
so hopefully we can all relate
and consider all we meet a mate .
If some consider this lovey dovey stuff
dont get stressed or in a huff
What is it we are striving for
a world of peace make love not war
though we seem to be living 1984
lets not argue any more
good feelings dont do no harm
we dont want a repeat of animal farm
were we become what we all hate
so join the forums mass debate!
At least we have the internet to thank
for all this intellectual wank .
:D

[pedsi]

Talk to the man who's listening
Instead of shouting at one who's not
For the listener remembers somethimg
Something the others have forgot
He knows he knows nothing
In all there is to know
And when your words ring true to him
His attention he will show

The others know it all
There is nothing you can say
To help them change their lives
In a truely empowering way
They have all they want
They have all they need
Materialistic trophies
And an ego fueled by greed

Concerve all your energy
And hold the listener dear
Instead of wasting time
On a soul that cannot hear
One day they will realise
As they look at what they've got
Where is all the happiness
This lot should have brought
Thats when he'll start listening
Instead of being a man who's not

[chrysoprase]

The Lobby

Misery
Is all I get
And as far
As I can see
I'll never be
Happy

Misery
Is my path in life
the ocean tide
Swallows me

And carries me
Out to the sea
Of endless gloom
Despair and doom

I'm sitting in
the waiting room
Of misery.

***
Weather Veins

Rainclouds
Choke my throat
Trying to escape

Angry tremors
Shake my body
Causing it to quake

Then little lakes
Fill my eyes
and irrigate my face

***

the visions bring me back
To wandering hills
Of Emerald Green
Pyramids
Back in the memory
Labyrinth
Warm watersac
Embryo of time

Disapearing into
Dimension unknown
To forefront minds
Cannot remember

But try, try so hard.

[spongeblip]

They who scream;
Shall find their dreams;
And shout no more, no more, no more.

The time has come for the rebel divine;
It has come the time for us to shine.

No more dim lights and closet doors for the rebel to hide its talent;
We must speak out and scream and shout, to what does this amount?

No more, no more, no more, no more;
We can surely take no more.

But for circumstance we cannot be heard with a more than powerful word;
To long held back from the norms of the world;
Surely this should be considered absurd.

With fire and storm I come to you as you must hear my honest plight;
The wages of war are just too unfair, I fear we may have to take flight.

Spongeblip :D

(c) Speaker's Corner Productions 2009 :cool::cool::p

[seize_the_stars]

I have been inspired by this thread to try writing poetry.

Great effort guys!


Here is my attempt


Billowing thunder deafens the weak
and their temples tumble to the ongoing rumble

Their fears manifest in a dream so bleak
their cruelty crumbles to the almighty grumble

They will not sacrifice the chains which keep them in tether
They could not accept the truth which would bring them together
'oh have mercy' they will cry in their glorious masses
and mercy they will get once the realisation passes

Speak now, or forever hold your Peace
We have not been silent
nor have we been weak
We have been taking a deep breath
Before we started to speak

Our voices will be as billowing thunder
deafening the weak

[anahata]

*dreamy, glinty eyes*

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah there you are, found you at last; feeling so carelessly lost in the past.

Breeze through a tunnel, sweeping my soul; ecstatic sensation, making me whole.

Beautiful state. Better than great. Dreamer in heaven, ahhhhhh fuck the poem :D :D xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[yass]

We make time to debate religion
Passing bills and building prisons
For building fortunes and passing judgements
When will there be a time to love

At this point in history we have a choice to make
To either walk a path of love
Or be crippled by our hate

We have time to cause pollution
We have time to cause confusion
All wrapped up in our own illusions
When will there be a time to love

We make time to conquer nations
Time for oil exploration
Hatred, violence and terrorism
When will there be a time to love

At this moment in time
We have a choice to make
Father God is watching
While we cause mother earth so much pain
It's such a shame

Not enough money for
The young, the old and the poor
But for war there is always more
When will there be a time to love

We make time for paying taxes
Or paying bills and buying status
But we will pay the consequences
If we don't make the time to love

Now's the time to pay attention
Yes now is the time - to love
A time love - love
A time to love
Please please won't you tell me
When will there be a time to love

Mohsin Zubair Khan

[cryst4l]

*dreamy, glinty eyes*

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah there you are, found you at last; feeling so carelessly lost in the past.

Breeze through a tunnel, sweeping my soul; ecstatic sensation, making me whole.

Beautiful state. Better than great. Dreamer in heaven, ahhhhhh fuck the poem :D :D xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

:D

[yass]

I AM

One became two,
and two became four.
I Multiplied,
to win the war.

He and She,
I used to be.
All of you,
are parts of Me.

Black to white,
I AM all colors,
from dark shades,
to the light.

When you see,
you're part of Me,
then you'll
be in the right.

[merde]

back again that
spaghetti flavoured jazz is
ripping me ears apart like
lost first love in our hearts.
travelling in every direction
immediately the segments get
bigger and bigger gaps so
conclude that we grow. juicier.
dried out like moustache and possible
left bank beret while fingers a click
like chinese water torture. and
when the xylophone clicks in patrick
moore stylee i know that not drinking
coffee was a wise decision. cartoon
blood veins swell my eyeballs like
throbbing gristle and involuntary spasm
descend like base jumper 1 in 6 that
hit the cliff or far more colourful
hit the pylon. sizzle. and some years
later at first visit to new dentist
his gurned teeth will mirror mine as
he says hey! you look like a jazz fan.

[oioioi]

More of a rant than a poem...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7DClHNMwmA

There's no rubbish bins anymore at the train stations
But the terrorists aren't Irish now, apparently they're all Asians.
We were told to fear the Russians and now it's the Bin Ladens
We used to have backyards but now it's decking and terraced gardens.
We lived in the outskirts and went into town
Now for some reason it's the other way around
Out of town shopping and city centre dwelling
Urban living and suburban selling.
It's all Ikea now and C.G.I.
Time's running out for Rolf and M.F.I.
It's 2 n half quid a pint or 3 quid for a coffee
But I can't smoke a fag with me beer unless I stand outside the offy,
But then I'll get an asbo for hanging round me local
Cos being outdoors with me friends is very anti-social.


Where there's blame there's now a claim
J'accuse pop idol of peddling fame
It's not what you can do or even who you know
It's only what they can get from you to boost the ratings of their show
Christmas number 1 is the carrot that they'll dangle
"Is your Granny dieing? That'd give us an angle!"
Me mums got bird flu, me dad's got S.A.R.S.
I've carved your name in me arm, look at all those scars
I took to the razor, I had to do something vile
It was the only thing I could think of to get on Jeremy Kyle
Look at me mum, I'm on the box
Touching me cock and showing me socks
Took a D.N.A. test and lie detector
Me girlfriends got chlamydia but I swear I didn't infect her.


But there's hundreds of channels now that need to be filled
There's music for the teens and shopping for the weak willed
Cartoons for the toddlers, cars and comedy for 'Dave'
There's pixelated tits and muff for the sexually depraved
4x4s guzzling the oil that causes wars on foreign soils
Me TomTom's broke now I'm stuck on the drive
I've only got an A-Z, I'll never arrive
I've got WiFi, Sky plus and unlimited texts
It's amazing what you can afford when you consolidate your debts
The safest sex now is done by text
And if I want the real thing there's always the net
I've met this gorgeous girl and I know just how to please her
It's easy enough, I just give her the number for my Visa
But I can't get a lump sum cause I've got no equity
And child benefit's not an option since I had my vasectomy


There's peadophile lesbian immigrants living in Sale
I know this is true cos it was in the Daily Mail
I'm waiting for a minor operation on the NHS
I've got more chance of buying an interactive VHS
Nobody goes on strike anymore, there's nobody on the pickets
They've all got fluorescent jackets now and they ask to see your tickets
Clubbers used to be on ecstasy having one huge weekend love in
Now they sit in the corner paralysed by ketamine
I went to the bank to see if they'd extend me overdraft
They took a look at me credit rating then they just laughed
I was gonna go to Downing Street and stick it to 'the man'
but that's not covered by my insurance plan

If you're wondering why my outlook seems so dark
That's what happens when you stop smoking and listen to John Cooper Clarke

[edelweiss pirate]

More of a rant than a poem...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7DClHNMwmA

There's no rubbish bins anymore at the train stations
But the terrorists aren't Irish now, apparently they're all Asians.
We were told to fear the Russians and now it's the Bin Ladens
We used to have backyards but now it's decking and terraced gardens.
We lived in the outskirts and went into town
Now for some reason it's the other way around
Out of town shopping and city centre dwelling
Urban living and suburban selling.
It's all Ikea now and C.G.I.
Time's running out for Rolf and M.F.I.
It's 2 n half quid a pint or 3 quid for a coffee
But I can't smoke a fag with me beer unless I stand outside the offy,
But then I'll get an asbo for hanging round me local
Cos being outdoors with me friends is very anti-social.


Where there's blame there's now a claim
J'accuse pop idol of peddling fame
It's not what you can do or even who you know
It's only what they can get from you to boost the ratings of their show
Christmas number 1 is the carrot that they'll dangle
"Is your Granny dieing? That'd give us an angle!"
Me mums got bird flu, me dad's got S.A.R.S.
I've carved your name in me arm, look at all those scars
I took to the razor, I had to do something vile
It was the only thing I could think of to get on Jeremy Kyle
Look at me mum, I'm on the box
Touching me cock and showing me socks
Took a D.N.A. test and lie detector
Me girlfriends got chlamydia but I swear I didn't infect her.


But there's hundreds of channels now that need to be filled
There's music for the teens and shopping for the weak willed
Cartoons for the toddlers, cars and comedy for 'Dave'
There's pixelated tits and muff for the sexually depraved
4x4s guzzling the oil that causes wars on foreign soils
Me TomTom's broke now I'm stuck on the drive
I've only got an A-Z, I'll never arrive
I've got WiFi, Sky plus and unlimited texts
It's amazing what you can afford when you consolidate your debts
The safest sex now is done by text
And if I want the real thing there's always the net
I've met this gorgeous girl and I know just how to please her
It's easy enough, I just give her the number for my Visa
But I can't get a lump sum cause I've got no equity
And child benefit's not an option since I had my vasectomy


There's peadophile lesbian immigrants living in Sale
I know this is true cos it was in the Daily Mail
I'm waiting for a minor operation on the NHS
I've got more chance of buying an interactive VHS
Nobody goes on strike anymore, there's nobody on the pickets
They've all got fluorescent jackets now and they ask to see your tickets
Clubbers used to be on ecstasy having one huge weekend love in
Now they sit in the corner paralysed by ketamine
I went to the bank to see if they'd extend me overdraft
They took a look at me credit rating then they just laughed
I was gonna go to Downing Street and stick it to 'the man'
but that's not covered by my insurance plan

If you're wondering why my outlook seems so dark
That's what happens when you stop smoking and listen to John Cooper Clarke

Fuckin' ace.

[pureheart]

More of a rant than a poem...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7DClHNMwmA

There's no rubbish bins anymore at the train stations
But the terrorists aren't Irish now, apparently they're all Asians.
We were told to fear the Russians and now it's the Bin Ladens
We used to have backyards but now it's decking and terraced gardens.
We lived in the outskirts and went into town
Now for some reason it's the other way around
Out of town shopping and city centre dwelling
Urban living and suburban selling.
It's all Ikea now and C.G.I.
Time's running out for Rolf and M.F.I.
It's 2 n half quid a pint or 3 quid for a coffee
But I can't smoke a fag with me beer unless I stand outside the offy,
But then I'll get an asbo for hanging round me local
Cos being outdoors with me friends is very anti-social.


Where there's blame there's now a claim
J'accuse pop idol of peddling fame
It's not what you can do or even who you know
It's only what they can get from you to boost the ratings of their show
Christmas number 1 is the carrot that they'll dangle
"Is your Granny dieing? That'd give us an angle!"
Me mums got bird flu, me dad's got S.A.R.S.
I've carved your name in me arm, look at all those scars
I took to the razor, I had to do something vile
It was the only thing I could think of to get on Jeremy Kyle
Look at me mum, I'm on the box
Touching me cock and showing me socks
Took a D.N.A. test and lie detector
Me girlfriends got chlamydia but I swear I didn't infect her.


But there's hundreds of channels now that need to be filled
There's music for the teens and shopping for the weak willed
Cartoons for the toddlers, cars and comedy for 'Dave'
There's pixelated tits and muff for the sexually depraved
4x4s guzzling the oil that causes wars on foreign soils
Me TomTom's broke now I'm stuck on the drive
I've only got an A-Z, I'll never arrive
I've got WiFi, Sky plus and unlimited texts
It's amazing what you can afford when you consolidate your debts
The safest sex now is done by text
And if I want the real thing there's always the net
I've met this gorgeous girl and I know just how to please her
It's easy enough, I just give her the number for my Visa
But I can't get a lump sum cause I've got no equity
And child benefit's not an option since I had my vasectomy


There's peadophile lesbian immigrants living in Sale
I know this is true cos it was in the Daily Mail
I'm waiting for a minor operation on the NHS
I've got more chance of buying an interactive VHS
Nobody goes on strike anymore, there's nobody on the pickets
They've all got fluorescent jackets now and they ask to see your tickets
Clubbers used to be on ecstasy having one huge weekend love in
Now they sit in the corner paralysed by ketamine
I went to the bank to see if they'd extend me overdraft
They took a look at me credit rating then they just laughed
I was gonna go to Downing Street and stick it to 'the man'
but that's not covered by my insurance plan

If you're wondering why my outlook seems so dark
That's what happens when you stop smoking and listen to John Cooper Clarke

Brilliant!

[oioioi]

Fuckin' ace.

Brilliant!

Thank yee kindly, and now for something completely substandard...

I wish I had no money then I'd know just what to buy
I wish I had no problems then I'd have the right to sigh
I wish I had the answer then I could ask the question 'why?'
I wish I had been born then I'd have the right to die
I wish that you were me then I could ask you 'who am I?'
I wish you were asleep then I could look you in the eye
I wish I knew the truth then I'd have the chance to lie
I wish that I had wings then I'd have no need to fly
I wish my watch was working then time could pass me by
I wish that life was harder then I wouldn't have to try
I wish I knew who you were then I could ask you 'who am I?'
I wish suicide was painless then no-one would want to die
I wish I wasn't hetro so I could wish I wasn't gay
I wish that life was retro so I could live for yesterday
I wish I had an atlas so I could really lose my way
I wish I had no tongue then I'd have something to say
I wish I had a peer group then I could lead them all astray
I wish everything was priceless then I'd know how much to pay
I wish that kids were grown ups so we could all go out to play
I wish that I was homeless then I'd have somewhere to stay
I wish it was tomorrow so I could remember today
I wish I was familiar with the meaning of 'au fait'
I wish you were open minded then your opinions wouldn't sway
I wish you could come back sometimes but you never go away

[mountain]

This one is an old chum that I still love very much...

LOVE YOURSELF

Sorrow seems to have taken possession of your soul
Bitterness overwhelms you so much it is beyond your control

Your eyes are a dam for tears eager to be free
They are like windows to a lonely house flooding out to sea

Catch your spirit before too late and take a firm hold
Find warmth within your heart to prevent it from freezing cold

Lift up your head even if it is heavy with tons of grief
Do whatever it takes to bring yourself some relief

Just don’t blame everyone around you, the ones who love you
The world isn't against you and nor does it revolve around only you

I know my words aren’t wisdom but I believe in them myself
I’ve learned that if there is no one to love you, you can love yourself

My suggestions are the last thing you’d like ringing through your ears
I think its time to break the cycle of all these sullen years

Hurry now or you’ll be lost in an endless oblivion
Trying to search for your wilted soul in the midst of millions

Others like you who has given up on life and its baggage
Even though it was a gift its no fancy package

Who said it would be easy and flowing on like a river
You can live in peace when love is all you have to deliver

And it will all come back to you somewhere along the line
It could come tomorrow or perhaps in a next lifetime

Why wait around for the moment you’ve been waiting for
When the answers you seek are on the other side of the door

Listen to me and hear me before you begin falling apart
Hear what I say and end the haunting cries drifting from your heart

Everyone can hear them even though it seems you don’t
Only death will stop the suffering if you won’t

And if you’re convinced that there is no hope and times are hard
Love yourself and realize that within your skin, you are a god

[godspeed]

Some good poems on here.....

Here's one i wrote in 96 when i first woke up to myself.....

AWAKENING

Ive been losing my religion
Reassuring my BIRTHRIGHT
Taking pleasure in mind and soul
Destroying negativity
Replacing lost energy
Looking at my environment
Retracing my footsteps
Sorting out my emotions
Its ever so sweeter
Its so much brighter
In this new world i see
When everything i touch is there for me
Nobody tells you when the time is right
Cut off from your senses
Your mind is taken over
Free your head and weep your tears
Feelings so long denied
Will come flowing back in time
Confusion will be gone
You'll wake up every morning
With a better realization dawning...........

hope you like it guys......straight from the heart......Godspeed the day

[zenith82]

Eisd O'Eisd

"As old as the hills" the McArthur Clan
No one knows from whence they came
"By faith and work" their motto was
You lived and breathed by the same

To the loyal, faithful head of our clan
In death may you become anew,
Walking in landscapes untouched by man
And until the day we walk with you.......

Lend your hand to guide us
Your strength to defend us
Let us not from the sight of your eye
When the road ahead seems long
And the way, too far
Lend us your courage to try

Send your words in the air
Leave your laughter in rooms
On the grass, be the morning dew
But all of these things and the memories they bring
Will never be as magnificent as you

[pureheart]

That's lovely zenith.

I'm a bit embarassed to post mine. I was trying to write a poem without reverting to rhyming like I usually do. :o

First Love

When we meet
I shall grow beautiful under his gaze
As I blossom the pink petals of my happiness will coat the ground
The sun will brighten
Clouds will dissipate
Soft music will play in my ears and
Every song will have richer meaning
Butterflies will flutter in my heart

But should he shun me
I will whither and die
No water will quench my thirst
No food will nourish me
I will be less than nothing
A shadow, a ghost
Until my soulmate comes to me once more

[chadwick]

Varieties of Thought

Infinite numbers not yet realized to be written acknowledgements of their own present existences.

Nothing is something that can’t ever be found

Forever is timeless and bound by nothing.

I am an expression of WE which is NOW only temporarily separated by I.

Never promise to never say never.

Intuitive judgement is the inner voice of reason.

Tomorrow will be today which will at one point suddenly become the yesterday of today’s tomorrow.

Experience through the subconscious desire to explore infinite possible realities simultaneously with this one while observing beyond the current suggested perspective.

Without One there cannot be any variety of All. We Are Connected.

Thanks, and have a good ONE.

[bluemental]

hapiness leaks a drop at a time
so slowly it goes un-noticed

dreams get dimmer
reality fades
humanity hides away

by the time we are stuck
in the endless rut
of scraping in life's vast wasteland

we no longer see
lifes beauty is being
as the spiral goes endlessly downward

we trudge on through life
unhappy at best

even good food is missing something

what can we do?
we wonder at times
to get rid of our hearts aching sorrow

'It will come right,'
our minds do insist

if not today then tomorrow

we join in a clan of down-trodden people
our bond is our sharing of sorrow

when out of the blue
we see a sparkle of light
unusual the way it is different

a power so strong
it awakens our hearts
smiles seep in through the darkness

yet afraid we become
and our worries increase
as the clan might now lose a member

so we argue with light
while we know it is right
yet a few re-awaken their embers

while the rest of our clan
then scream 'Oucast! Ban!'
one or two even try to do murder

so those who pretend
to be people of honour
often miss the point directly

that a heart with no warmth
is the anger they fear
they become what they think is the enemy

sometimes the clan
sees enough of the light
to realize we are simply human

apologies true
allow us the view
of seeing that people are different

they all have their ways
and none are the same
which method of living is sacred?

so when you have joy
and your life is content
remember you're spiraling upwards

even though the crowds
call you outcast outloud
does not mean that you are a defect

it is better to be
happy you see
than to live in a mind of remembrance

BlueMental

[connection]

An old one I wrote ages ago... btw, love all the poems ppl :)

The spell of sunrise breaks,
So on cracks the day
Long summer nights as warm as a furnace,
Sniffing the long, tattered hay...
A small ginger cat has come our way

With twinkling eyes
Like burning comets
Stalking the barn with ease
A strange hazy glow surrounds it,
A mystical cat, it seems.

The small cat turns to us,
Hissing from deep in his throat
Far away, a million calls:
"My cat, where are thy?"

And the cat looks to the left
And then, with one last glance
He disappears.

The calls stop.

The sun rises...

And the cockerel crows again.

[edelweiss pirate]

Can't remember if I posted this one already or not....

The best way to avoid being caught on the fear line
Is to always insist on having a good time

Seems you’re a menace to society
When you’re all a little bit happy
Smiling at all and sundry
Treating everyday like a laid back Sunday

So in case you forget
It’s time to get upset
About all the foreign scroungers
And the dope smoking loungers
And the terrorist threat
And all the other bad things that haven’t happened yet

So the so called papers tell ya:

Your kiddies ain’t safe from the so called teacher
Your souls ain’t safe from the so called preacher
Your ol’ nan ain’t safe from the so called doctor
And your so called neighbours, all they do is watch ya,

So called rock n’so called roll
Taxable delirium for the prole

It’s the Tavistock crock
Of Shrink wrap mind your mind doesn’t get fucked right up and caught in the gap
Between so called sense and so called sin
When the fun is all over the darkness creeps in
And the so called high and so called low
The so called youth’s that’s a pain in the ass
And the so called old says where does it go
and to get it all back who can I ask?

They’ve got ‘em in the ring
Hanging on the ropes
It’s the final round and running out of hope
They’re knocking ‘em silly, punch drunk with the blues
Now might be the right time to turn off the news.

Smilin’ at full volume and feeling the force
Chilling all out and love yourself hoarse
Skipping over the obstacle course
Of ties tied tight on corporate clowns,
The higher they climb
The deeper they drown
And so called pop’s so called stars
Overwound, frantic and pissed in bars

And the fully qualified busybody
Your misery’s their full time hobby
And the day glo lolly pop bobby
Has got an itchy new toy tazer
He thinks he Duke Skyplonker armed with a lazer

And so called family
And so called friends
So called lovers who you never see again
So called fish fingers
And the so called week end
And the question still lingers... so what happens at the end?

[mr stoppitall]

The closer that you stand to me
The more distant I become
I know the rules of your game
It is me that's having fun

Before my eyes, a transformation
As if to redifine my form
Illusion at the mirror
reality beside the norm

A sure thing they must have thought
A plan unfolding your own demise
In 'those' hours, a mere observer
One after the other, compromised

[magenta_moonshadow]

I wrote this last summer...

The Turning of the Wheel

A frosty night,
An Imbolc Moon,
Thin and needle-sharp,
Slices through bare branches of the trees.
Winter's grasp
Grows weaker by the hour.

And, in the silence,
The whispers of creation
Echo through hill and valley.
And into every burrow and nest,
Patiently awaiting what will be…

The wheel turns, of life and death
The stars above, the ground beneath…
And under skies of midnight-blue
The world is new.

A still Spring night,
A Beltane Moon,
Sails through the stars,
Sending soft shadows dancing
On dew-soaked, silver-dappled grass.
A bird breaks the silence with liquid song,
Flying on dusky wings
Into the darkness
Of the midnight sky.

The wheel turns, of life and death
The stars above, the ground beneath…
The blackbird sings his sacred song,
The world is young.

A Summer night
A Lammas Moon,
Swollen and ochre,
Rides the Milky Way,
Pendant over fertile fields of yellow corn
Ripened by sunlight, kissed by golden days
And watered by soft July rain.
Nature’s bounty in abundance,
Every ear in tune
To the song of creation.

The wheel turns, of life and death
The stars above, the ground beneath…
Night winds sing their song serene,
The world is green.

An Autumn night
A Samhain moon,
Hiding behind a patchy shroud of fog.
Smoky air dulls the pallid stars.
The silent misty land, shadowy and still,
Draws down the secret whispers of the night.
Damp half-naked trees shed russet leaves,
Give back their glory to the Earth,
As they make ready
To sleep once more.

The wheel turns, of life and death
The stars above, the ground beneath…
Under a blanket black and gold
The world is old.

A Winter night,
A Yule moon,
Luminous and diamond-hard
Against glitter-strewn skies.
Frosted trees etch lacy patterns over cold December stars.
And in the secret places,
The wild creatures sleep,
And wait for Spring.

The wheel turns, of life and death
The stars above, the ground beneath…
And frozen in a wintry bed
The world is dead.

The wheel turns...

[nightingale]

Wrote this a few years ago while in a psych ward. it is unfinished and untitled:

"This is our house,"
A moon-faced child said
"You can no longer stay.
You can no longer see..."

I have seen.
I have given them the key, already.
The damp stench of rotting angels and insects
curls up my leg, down my throat---
They will never let me forget.

I got a room. A room with a door, a window,
Painted scenery. Black birds on the balcony.

I do not dare look out the hallway
For I fear what I've created
I will walk with my head down, counting the tiles,
the blood stains and the egg shells
Until I feel the janitor's breath.

The door opens and my eyes close.
He tells me I won't fit into such a tiny door.

He tells me, "This is our house,
and you can no longer leave."

They whisper against my neck
cold hands, hot breath---

They will never let me forget.

[phemohilia]

Mindful



They push the buttons, they pull the strings
They rule the world, they own Everything
Behind the scenes, they bide their time,
Just waiting for that perfect moment
To put Us all in line

They deal in violence, they deal in greed,
They take everything that they want,
And leave the rest in need
They see the future, they see it all
While plotting Our slow demise,
They engineer Our Fall

You can’t believe them, not a single word they say
They lie to gain our trust and support,
Then set out to betray
It’s all a game to them, that they intend to win
While guilting us into false religions,
They secretly worship Sin

They’re not our Masters,
Although that’s what they’d have Us believe,
With their sleight of hand, smoke and mirrors
They practice to deceive

We’re slowly Waking, we’re seeing Signs
That it’s not exactly as They say,
But we’re losing time,
It’s no illusion, the wicked plans they keep
They just count on most of us to remain blind,
And stay asleep…..



March 6, 2008.

[oioioi]

The best way to avoid being caught on the fear line
Is to always insist on having a good time

Seems you’re a menace to society
When you’re all a little bit happy
Smiling at all and sundry
Treating everyday like a laid back Sunday

So in case you forget
It’s time to get upset
About all the foreign scroungers
And the dope smoking loungers
And the terrorist threat
And all the other bad things that haven’t happened yet

So the so called papers tell ya:

Your kiddies ain’t safe from the so called teacher
Your souls ain’t safe from the so called preacher
Your ol’ nan ain’t safe from the so called doctor
And your so called neighbours, all they do is watch ya,

So called rock n’so called roll
Taxable delirium for the prole

It’s the Tavistock crock
Of Shrink wrap mind your mind doesn’t get fucked right up and caught in the gap
Between so called sense and so called sin
When the fun is all over the darkness creeps in
And the so called high and so called low
The so called youth’s that’s a pain in the ass
And the so called old says where does it go
and to get it all back who can I ask?

They’ve got ‘em in the ring
Hanging on the ropes
It’s the final round and running out of hope
They’re knocking ‘em silly, punch drunk with the blues
Now might be the right time to turn off the news.

Smilin’ at full volume and feeling the force
Chilling all out and love yourself hoarse
Skipping over the obstacle course
Of ties tied tight on corporate clowns,
The higher they climb
The deeper they drown
And so called pop’s so called stars
Overwound, frantic and pissed in bars

And the fully qualified busybody
Your misery’s their full time hobby
And the day glo lolly pop bobby
Has got an itchy new toy tazer
He thinks he Duke Skyplonker armed with a lazer

And so called family
And so called friends
So called lovers who you never see again
So called fish fingers
And the so called week end
And the question still lingers... so what happens at the end?

Like it. Like it a lot.

[edelweiss pirate]

Like it. Like it a lot.

Cheers mate, 'preciated.

[broken silence]

A Recurring Dream

I hold you at night and watch your eyes sleep,
I breathe in your hair and feel your heartbeat.
I drift to the sea and glide to the shore,
Where you wait for me, we’ve lived here before.

She floats on the sand eyes shining for me,
Her heart open wide, our son on her knee:
Wide sparkling blue eyes of love soak me in
To an infinite loving soul within.

Our son slips away, he cries us goodbye
With hot burning tears that sullen the sky.
We breathe him again; to life! Yes we dream.
His love a bright sun: a safe, golden stream.

Light lifts me home to our bed shining warm,
In infinite ways, our souls are reborn.

[gallifrey]

I've already posted this one on another thread (didn't realise this one was here):

I'll take a trip
Down the river of blood
That pours from my heart
Like the biblical flood.
My tears I shed
Into it's stream
Bringing more sorrow
To this lonely dream.
Slowly breaking,
Falling apart,
Now nothing can save
My Crumbling heart.
As it falls away,
Piece by piece,
I stand in awe
Of my soul's great release.
In the empty void
Where my heart used to be,
There now remains One,
Silent, blank, empty.
This One is love,
As it is hate.
It is black or white,
As I choose to create.
For this is I,
Nothing more, nothing less,
I am but One
In Emptiness.

Gallifrey.

[gaznix]

diving like
a suicide bomber
into a mug
of scalding coffee
made
for a painful
baptism
where no one got hurt or died

Lenny Gazbowski(C)2010

[edelweiss pirate]

diving like
a suicide bomber
into a mug
of scalding coffee
made
for a painful
baptism
where no one got hurt or died

Lenny Gazbowski(C)2010

I like that. Daft but brilliant.

[edelweiss pirate]

I've already posted this one on another thread (didn't realise this one was here):

I'll take a trip
Down the river of blood
That pours from my heart
Like the biblical flood.
My tears I shed
Into it's stream
Bringing more sorrow
To this lonely dream.
Slowly breaking,
Falling apart,
Now nothing can save
My Crumbling heart.
As it falls away,
Piece by piece,
I stand in awe
Of my soul's great release.
In the empty void
Where my heart used to be,
There now remains One,
Silent, blank, empty.
This One is love,
As it is hate.
It is black or white,
As I choose to create.
For this is I,
Nothing more, nothing less,
I am but One
In Emptiness.

Gallifrey.

I noticed Tux the Linux penguin in your avatar. Have you played Freedroid RPG yet? Awesome little game...it stars the little penguin himself.

[gallifrey]

I noticed Tux the Linux penguin in your avatar. Have you played Freedroid RPG yet? Awesome little game...it stars the little penguin himself.

To be honest, I am not really a gamer, though I have indulged in a little bit of Tux Kart from time to time. There used to be a really good little game with Tux in, but I can't remember what it is called. It had Tux sliding down a hill on a sled....ah, memories.

[hayed joe]

I wrote this today and searched for the right thread to post it.
Enjoy!

[IT'S STILL A ROUTINE

I met a friend I hadn't seen in an age
And he asked me
"Still smoking those cigars?"
So I asked him
"Still using body of light energy?
To travel to consume to communicate?"


I met a woman weather beaten
Sitting on a couch
She asked if I'm going out?
So I asked her

"Still viewing compelled one sided arguments?
That gets away by pretending speculation?
And even obliged to the hardline of half-truth
You still sit there heavy price of informed?
And trickles of smiles forever leaving you
The more you accept what you told?"

So she asked me
"Still keeping recordings?
The same principle whatever technology confides in?
An insult to the troops, crew and casting
Never finding out who the actress is?"

I met a traitor moments later
Hoping for a ride
It kept on raining
But we still had same dream
I asked him

"Still tuning your instrument?
To play the limited songs in your repertoire?
Until you know them off by heart
And play with eyes closed
Or staring at statesmanship?"

I saw a kingdom thinking different
But looking for a plan
And I could see it could take time?
And we'd lose skills of surprise?
But as a marching tune I'd choose
Towards the time our goals made sense
But they asked me

"Still relying on the dictionary?
To distract you from your attitude internally?
When dealing with your customers of actualitiy?
Who never buy but just take time
Before you can flee?"

I'm still able to work this out
But it still carries on whatever tried?
Still important to keep moving
Until the heart is still and expired

[paz98]

I started writing poems 2 years ago. I was turning out every 5 mins almost. I was really flowing.

Here's one about a lone pornstar, audiences, cruelty, being caught with your pants down, and the contiunuim of that idea. Always ends tragically. Really about society.


Action From The Colliseum!

Once in old Rome,
Some guy on a throne.
He spoke to the crowd
All dressed in white shroud

His face was just proud
His throne in the clouds
The crowd respond loud
Like a pack of wolfhounds

The words that he spoke
Were tailored bespoke
Not words of the common man
But aimed at the hollow man

And there does he stand,
His feet in the sand.
The fool from the hill.
Fattening him up for the kill.

The crowd are all spurious
Even some are as furious
The fool from the hill
They'll watch him get killed.

First curious that they are
They have gone just too far
To watch him strike lucky
He might just get some 'fucky'!

To watch him pair up
With some fair young maiden
To see what he'll do
Some say ‘has no clue!’.

The men in the crowd
With women by their side
Take delight
Before he fights
And takes flight into the night

To watch his performance
To reveal all his secrets
They expect him a king
For what he’ll do with his thing!

All the women in the crowd
Anticipate out loud
To get delight from his skills
Before he gets killed!



Here's another one. About busybodies, cannabilism, stupidity and murder. Had a title for this but forgot it, so i put a new one in.


Why?



Where are the stupid?
Where are the dumb?
They’re all around me.
As I suck on my thumb.

Oh Stupid people
What do you fear?
Is it coz your that stupid?
Or just out of fear?

The fear is unbearable.
Is it light on a truth?
Better make something up.
You should be forced to shut up!

What’s mine is mine.
And what I share is my business.
You should learn to concede!
Coz it’s none of your business!

Thieves of identity.
Claim it their own.
They learn to control them.
They’re really alone.

Are we here to learn?
And how far can we go?
You should follow your own roads.
My fate is the dodo’s.

Extinct the distinct.
There’s no ink in this story.
The pages are empty.
Coz there’s nothing left for me.

Stop playing your games.
Stop jerking around.
So go on pretending.
Coz I know what’s the ending.

Go bring out the rope.
A scene for a lynching.
There will be no printing.
I don’t need no pinching.

And here does it end?
I think you offend.
My right as a human.
The plight of so few men.

Good bye and Good night.
I’m wearing no clothes!
Condemned to a black hole.
That’s how story goes.

[conformtonothing]

This is a poem. But I have no worries thinking of it as lyrics for either hip-hop or metal :) . I wrote this morning. Before the events of Japan. After hearing the news and reading over this once more, I felt this poem was very relevant to that event, and recent others.

Peace and love :)

When I was just a kid, the sky, it held me tight,
Kept me warm, lifted me up. Oh how I got hi,

The days filled with fluffy clouds,
All the stars came out at night,
What a magnificent place to live in,
So filled with beauty and life.

I came to this world through a cloud of dust,
Soul attached to this body, only a vehicle,
I've lived many times, distant memory, I hear its cry,
Like a message left, it talks with you. Please don't ask, just try,
Hear me now, we must take flight,
The Earth's a mess. Now we rise.


Earth is your realm, You wonder it's lands,
Look at it's abundance and hold it with my own 2 hands,
It takes a simple step, to reclaim all of this,
The Earth that's ours, the souls linked to it,

Too much at stake, you want to win,
Watch yourself fly, and breathe it in.

[edelweiss pirate]

Thanks to hayed joe who resurrected this thread:

I reckon there's a seriously good cache of contemporary poetry here:

I don't remember if I posted this one already:

She used to work in the arms trade
Dealing death with a smile on her face and beautiful hair
She swallowed a lie
For a salary high
But then one day
She threw it away
The lipstick homicide driving her insane.
So she got a brand new job in the charity game
But her boss... is still the same

Why did you sell out?
Why did you sell out?

Making us all suffer.
Making the whole world suffer!
Why did you sell out?
Why did you sell out?
Making us all suffer.

This poor little one such a sad little one
Works... in the city
Her job description is number fiction
And straight faced lies
But the stone doesn’t fit ‘cos she can’t live with it
Now she feels bad She says satan’s inside her
They poisoned her soul and her mind isn’t whole
But she hides it well
And to see her you would never tell
She thinks.. she’s in hell.

Ye sir she’s having a tough ol' time in SW 9.


Here they come
Shuffling into view
The zombie army are coming for you
Sleeplessly insane, remote controlled brain

Took a little course another poodle got trained.
Close observation with rumours of destruction
And ‘do you agree with population reduction?’

All these people who fall....
Are making a godamn mess of it all.

[gladys]

Wow! i never knew this thread existed....its right up my street. Some seriously good poems on here. You're all such a talented lot!! Well, i've been writing poetry for years, even had a few published. Here's one that got me in the top ten of an international poetry competition a long time ago (i was a wee girl infatuated with a guy in the flat below, so please excuse its overly romantic and raunchy content :o):

'One'

Moonlight clings to his kiss
he will take me
bound in warm, damp flesh

Senses alight
as i take flight
and soar from loves connection
and perfection

Endless kisses
soft cries
as he flows against me like the sea

Caught in passions tide
we ride
washed in love

Each tender moment
i cling to him
lost in moist embrace

I strain to rise
with gentle sighs
and fall
released from passions timeless grip.

[dgsd]

I wrote this February 19th in my composition booklet its called "Tidal Wave Slave"
One of my lil writeings I got floating in my head.

P.s I write metal type stuff and this was meant to be a metal song.

Rideing on through this tidal wave
liveing fast till I hit the grave
im a tailored made slave with a darkened
past standing here cooking under the systems
looking glass with a watchfull eye as
I take on my every task zoned out in a
nightmarish daze while mental thoughts
heard coming in a subliminal
phase inside my brain symbolic signs
surrounding while burning in its token
takeing in its control my lips stitched
up and I am now unspoken looking fast
up when I should have slowly looked down
I'm becomeing the one now you knew
then but now im new here and this you
have now found in the moment echoes
breaking like the speed of sound As this
moment riseing coming fast Alike asteroids
hailing from the heavens above
crashing down to the ground to the fallen
in this kingdom they surround.

[gladys]

Here's another one more befitting to this forum:

New World (Dis) Order

Bleed us dry
last drop to squeeze
beat us down
till we're on our knees

Suppress, oppress
divide and rule
right hand kind
left hand cruel

Inflation, taxation
there's no release
create all the wars
then plead for peace

Big brother beckons
a New World Order
to protect us from chaos
and from disorder

Stop and think
how doomed are we?
is this earth still plenty
and its people really free?

[edelweiss pirate]

Here's another one more befitting to this forum:

New World (Dis) Order

Bleed us dry
last drop to squeeze
beat us down
till we're on our knees

Suppress, oppress
divide and rule
right hand kind
left hand cruel

Inflation, taxation
there's no release
create all the wars
then plead for peace

Big brother beckons
a New World Order
to protect us from chaos
and from disorder

Stop and think
how doomed are we?
is this earth still plenty
and its people really free?

That's good. I like. We ought to bring out a poetry anthology or something... There's some really amazing work here. Maybe in a few years or something.....

[dgsd]

Here's another one more befitting to this forum:

New World (Dis) Order

Bleed us dry
last drop to squeeze
beat us down
till we're on our knees
Y
Suppress, oppress
divide and rule
right hand kind
left hand cruel

Inflation, taxation
there's no release
create all the wars
then plead for peace

Big brother beckons
a New World Order
to protect us from chaos
and from disorder

Stop and think
how doomed are we?
is this earth still plenty
and its people really free?

Nice one!!!:cool:

[conformtonothing]

I wrote this February 19th in my composition booklet its called "Tidal Wave Slave"
One of my lil writeings I got floating in my head.

P.s I write metal type stuff and this was meant to be a metal song.

Rideing on through this tidal wave
liveing fast till I hit the grave
im a tailored made slave with a darkened
past standing here cooking under the systems
looking glass with a watchfull eye as
I take on my every task zoned out in a
nightmarish daze while mental thoughts
heard coming in a subliminal
phase inside my brain symbolic signs
surrounding while burning in its token
takeing in its control my lips stitched
up and I am now unspoken looking fast
up when I should have slowly looked down
I'm becomeing the one now you knew
then but now im new here and this you
have now found in the moment echoes
breaking like the speed of sound As this
moment riseing coming fast Alike asteroids
hailing from the heavens above
crashing down to the ground to the fallen
in this kingdom they surround.

I sense, dark, and chaos. Can't say i'm a fan of black metal.

[dgsd]

I sense, dark, and chaos. Can't say i'm a fan of black metal.

Its what I seen when at the time it came to me. I'm not a Singer lol, just dabble with my guitar now and again.

[gladys]

Why thanks guys, much appreciated!! I'm on a roll here so here's another one:

A wheel within a wheel

What is past, has passed
and what is now, was then
all that is here, i hear
of what is to come , so we can become

And what was profound, has been found
and the scene has been seen
what is present, is a present
of what is to come, so we can become

All that is recent, was just re-sent
to turn that karmic wheel
so the scales of justice can balance
because there always has to be a balance

'Twixt heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, light and dark
we have wavered
and we had to
because those before had too

There are always lessons within lessons to learn
like a wheel within a wheel
and now we know of what was already known
we can actually see
and we can sea
(because that is how deep we are going)

But how deep is the sea?
and how long before the looking has looked?
you never stop seeing, and you never stop sea-ing
and that is with your 'I' and not your eye

Past, present and future are all one and the same
and time has no beginning and no end
like the wheel, a circle
the circle of life.

[dgsd]

Here is another one of mine, I call it "A Race To Battle";) one of my favorite writeings this year!:cool:

Our race through this night
The trail of blood lust and of fright
a spark set to ignite the catacombs torch for our sight
the fallen have now come atlast to balance the time to behold
the warnings seen comeing so vast and forever to be untold

Off to the blood soaked battlefield
shimmering bright amongst the sun rays light
onto fallen shields the stench unlike the none
have witnessed the miles of the skin fields horror
even dismissed the darkest of demons
dropping there weapons they have wield

As now this journey atlast comes to an end
we see our enemy Amongst there fallen castles
they defend On to this fight for our lives my brothers
the taste of there blood on our breath for this challenge again
we must strive like no other one way out is to live amongst there
imminent death.

[conformtonothing]

Goodbye Darkness

These people can't tell you who you are, or what you need to think,
You've got a mind of your own, sure you stress, but it's all learning,
No need for a shrink.

If a man said to you he had all the answers,
With a bonus and healthcare paid,
Would you just take morale on the chin,
Or get made, blinged up, then laid.

People are forgetting about life, cos everyone just borrows,
If today or the next, or the weekend before,
We get together, stand in unity, hear us roar,
It's a chain reaction within our reach,
On proportations that reach beying our skies.

For we are keepers of this earth and the light,
Now they must obey our rules,
We claim this land once more,
No want for hate or greed.

So as to keep the people in a healthier state,
We must not have leaders whom conform,
If the strong willed could please stand up,
This is your call, Here is the storm.

So strap yourself in,
Feel the need for the ride,
This change that's a'coming,
We'll need it to survive.

Wear your hearts on your sleeves,
Don't go draped in black and white,
Wear your true colours perfectly,
When I see you, i'll know,
Darkness, Goodbye..


- working on it.. but i really enjoyed writing that. Hope youse enjoy reading.. Give some advice if you wish. -

[conformtonothing]

Why thanks guys, much appreciated!! I'm on a roll here so here's another one:

A wheel within a wheel

What is past, has passed
and what is now, was then
all that is here, i hear
of what is to come , so we can become

And what was profound, has been found
and the scene has been seen
what is present, is a present
of what is to come, so we can become

All that is recent, was just re-sent
to turn that karmic wheel
so the scales of justice can balance
because there always has to be a balance

'Twixt heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, light and dark
we have wavered
and we had to
because those before had too

There are always lessons within lessons to learn
like a wheel within a wheel
and now we know of what was already known
we can actually see
and we can sea
(because that is how deep we are going)

But how deep is the sea?
and how long before the looking has looked?
you never stop seeing, and you never stop sea-ing
and that is with your 'I' and not your eye

Past, present and future are all one and the same
and time has no beginning and no end
like the wheel, a circle
the circle of life.

This is just awesome. I'm blown away. Enjoyed every bit, and it kept me thinking the entire time.

[edelweiss pirate]

I wrote this today and searched for the right thread to post it.
Enjoy!

[IT'S STILL A ROUTINE

I met a friend I hadn't seen in an age
And he asked me
"Still smoking those cigars?"
So I asked him
"Still using body of light energy?
To travel to consume to communicate?"


I met a woman weather beaten
Sitting on a couch
She asked if I'm going out?
So I asked her

"Still viewing compelled one sided arguments?
That gets away by pretending speculation?
And even obliged to the hardline of half-truth
You still sit there heavy price of informed?
And trickles of smiles forever leaving you
The more you accept what you told?"

So she asked me
"Still keeping recordings?
The same principle whatever technology confides in?
An insult to the troops, crew and casting
Never finding out who the actress is?"

I met a traitor moments later
Hoping for a ride
It kept on raining
But we still had same dream
I asked him

"Still tuning your instrument?
To play the limited songs in your repertoire?
Until you know them off by heart
And play with eyes closed
Or staring at statesmanship?"

I saw a kingdom thinking different
But looking for a plan
And I could see it could take time?
And we'd lose skills of surprise?
But as a marching tune I'd choose
Towards the time our goals made sense
But they asked me

"Still relying on the dictionary?
To distract you from your attitude internally?
When dealing with your customers of actualitiy?
Who never buy but just take time
Before you can flee?"

I'm still able to work this out
But it still carries on whatever tried?
Still important to keep moving
Until the heart is still and expired

Thanks for taking the effort to find this old thread and bring it back to life.

As for your poem. It's one of those where it takes about an hour to read because you read a few lines and you love them so much that you reread them again and again, then stop to chuckle and think about them, then go and do something else, coming back to read the rest of the poem after those fantastic couple of lines have settled.

I love it too much. I'm gonna give it time to breathe, I think it's a great poem.

[gladys]

Fuck it...here's another one for ya. A little dark, i know (i was in angry mode when i wrote this):

The rage of an Angel

The rage of an Angel tames the beasts of corruption
her pain and desolation becomes a whirlwind of destruction
against those who reek from the stench of their own stagnation
into ignorance, inhumanity
and ultimate insanity

She'll wage her war on those who caused her violation
no more will she suffer such degradation
her torment, her shame, her torrent of tears
a raging storm through these cruel and bitter years

An Angels rage against the beasts corruption
till like the phoenix she'll rise from the ashes of their destruction
crying love, peace and retribution.

[gladys]

This is just awesome. I'm blown away. Enjoyed every bit, and it kept me thinking the entire time.

Thank you soooo much, you're very kind. Happy you enjoyed it :)

[edelweiss pirate]

Here's something slightly random, don't know if it works or not. I want to make it into a song eventually:


Fingers pressing down

Lives sounded like notes out of tune
Solve the mystery of the wayward symphony
Please come soon

Fingers pressing down
Fingers pressing down

A loaded computer a trigger trap
To take it all back

You can’t convince me that this makes any sense at all

Ashamed of their world, clamouring for a judgement call
I’ve seen your script, I think it’s shit
And the words broken empty and small

Reason sleeps lost in a dream
Reason sleeps lost in a dream

Where are the street carnivals?
kids playing marbles
the deposit on a glass bottle?
What happened to the innocence of the young?
Who stole it?
Are they going inside?

They’re pressing down
On the throttle
As the driver takes us for a ride
And that’s how JFK died.

To cheer them up they then supplied:

A sixties soundtrack and a studio moon
When life is worth more than another dumb pop song
feelings run deeper than another warbled chorus
Everything here is discordant and wrong
E number voodoo and tastes that’re bad for us.

[conformtonothing]

Fuck it...here's another one for ya. A little dark, i know (i was in angry mode when i wrote this):

The rage of an Angel

The rage of an Angel tames the beasts of corruption
her pain and desolation becomes a whirlwind of destruction
against those who reek from the stench of their own stagnation
into ignorance, inhumanity
and ultimate insanity

She'll wage her war on those who caused her violation
no more will she suffer such degradation
her torment, her shame, her torrent of tears
a raging storm through these cruel and bitter years

An Angels rage against the beasts corruption
till like the phoenix she'll rise from the ashes of their destruction
crying love, peace and retribution.

This is my favourite atm :P Nice..

[gladys]

Here's something slightly random, don't know if it works or not. I want to make it into a song eventually:

A lovely and touching piece of prose you posted, Edelweiss.

Here's something slightly random from me again (indulge me as i'm enjoying myself with this lovely thread):

Sacred Union

In one moment of imploding bliss
i am captured
and enraptured

Falling into supplication as the night fragmentes
we are folding
and molding

Becoming liquid
we then crystallize
and chrysalise
into a rainbow sacrament of our love.

[paz98]

Great!

This one about a person targetted and setup with a sex frame by some heavy mafia types.

Switching’ the Switch

This fool is no fool,
When it comes to some truths.
This 'dick' game is crap!
Coz others take 'flak'!

The 'dick' game's for bulls,
And the herd that they own.
But creative, ingenious ones,
Controlled by the heinious ones.

Will ‘sting’ this ‘old’ fool,
In some ingenious way.
With 'honey' and evidence,
On some foolish resident.

There's still a good chance
As they might say in ol' France.
'Une lingot est honorable
Pour celui qui est intollerable.'

To get rid of fools,
Who have ‘fuck all’ in chance.
Is left to the creative ones,
Along with ingenious ones.




The same character as above, now he is stewing in the shit he's in, after
finding out who he's up against and what they are trying to do to him.
Nothing to look forward to, while the sheep around him play their act.

Shhhh...

This bitch just thinks way too much,
The civilised world is just way too much,
He doesn’t like surprises.
Some signs have provided
There’s only one choice.
He has to try and train voice

He remembers the past.
But he's now in the present.
What the future doth hold
Is for others in the present.

This bitch’s job was just to stay alive.
But this bitch knows that his time is to fly!
Some things rhyme with fly.
Those fucked up want their blood pie
So the shits at the top
Can say his types are all ‘flops’.

This bitch has a long way to go.
In a room where there isn’t a glow.
A dose of excitement
Will help his enlightment
So the truth should be told
To the one who was bold

To break the ice,
Some people are nice,
And people like nice things.
They should not suffer terrible things.
And this is a job
That has to be done.
It’s of no equal concern
To this bitch who’s still in.

[dgsd]

Great!

This one about a person targetted and setup with a sex frame by some heavy mafia types.

Switching’ the Switch

This fool is no fool,
When it comes to some truths.
This 'dick' game is crap!
Coz others take 'flak'!

The 'dick' game's for bulls,
And the herd that they own.
But creative, ingenious ones,
Controlled by the heinious ones.

Will ‘sting’ this ‘old’ fool,
In some ingenious way.
With 'honey' and evidence,
On some foolish resident.

There's still a good chance
As they might say in ol' France.
'Une lingot est honorable
Pour celui qui est intollerable.'

To get rid of fools,
Who have ‘fuck all’ in chance.
Is left to the creative ones,
Along with ingenious ones.




The same character as above, now he is stewing in the shit he's in, after
finding out who he's up against and what they are trying to do to him.
Nothing to look forward to, while the sheep around him play their act.

Shhhh...

This bitch just thinks way too much,
The civilised world is just way too much,
He doesn’t like surprises.
Some signs have provided
There’s only one choice.
He has to try and train voice

He remembers the past.
But he's now in the present.
What the future doth hold
Is for others in the present.

This bitch’s job was just to stay alive.
But this bitch knows that his time is to fly!
Some things rhyme with fly.
Those fucked up want their blood pie
So the shits at the top
Can say his types are all ‘flops’.

This bitch has a long way to go.
In a room where there isn’t a glow.
A dose of excitement
Will help his enlightment
So the truth should be told
To the one who was bold

To break the ice,
Some people are nice,
And people like nice things.
They should not suffer terrible things.
And this is a job
That has to be done.
It’s of no equal concern
To this bitch who’s still in.


thats pretty cool:cool:

[gladys]

Come on guys, don't let this beautiful and refreshing thread die a death so soon......more poems please!!!

Here's another one from yours truly. I know it's off topic, but it's dedicated to a dear old lady who brought me a bag of groceries at a time when i could barely afford to eat.....

For Olive

To give when you have nothing is worth its weight in gold
and one small act of kindness is a treasure to behold.

You could have given anything, but nothing means more to me
than the love you've shown in what you've given
.....and given so generously.

If all the world were more like you
what a better place it would be
then everyone would love as you
...and love unselfishly.

[dgsd]

Looking down amongst the catle
as waged wars activated across
the lands, our many made brothers
grasping one each others hand as
there off to battle obeying there masters plan,

as we race on through this night our foes future easily
forseen, as we march towards the sounds
of fright again we rev the engines roar of this
war machine

The flooded pathways of the
enemies kingdom have now bled out!
the crys of the widows echoing amongst
the chaos been swiftly snuffed out!

once again our mission successful alike
the riseing sun again will kiss the bright blue
skys were now off back to the kingdome where
we hail following back the bloodletting trail
as we listen to the hordes cheerful crys for
the time at hand before his majesty we humble
knights will stand.

[paz98]

More? Great works people.

This is one about warriors, fighters. The noble kind.

The Last Battle From Last


A warrior has to fight.
And thus defines the plight.
The plight for rights are the noble concern.
As the few have turned to the night.

The struggle is not a dream.
It’s not always how it seems.
Some choose to take heed.
Others choose disbelief.
But the spirit is frightening,
When the warriors are fighting!

The message is open to read.
It’s up to you lot to take heed.
The days are now numbered,
We’re broken asundered,
The cry of the warrior resounds just like thunder!

A warrior seeks the light.
For the plight and himself in the night.
The scars of his past,
Become fractured from battle.
They bleed as new wounds,
It’s an end to lifecycle.

A dawn of a new day approaches.
The front between dark and the light.
The warrior is left in the dark and is dying,
His vision of light is the dream from last night!

The dawn is a decreasing circle.
The warrior makes final his thoughts.
There are tears in his eyes,
From the thought of past fights,
But a joy when he looks at the sight of the light!

The new day emerges from light.
It is the end to the previous plight.
For the warrior the moment has come to his sight.
To lay down his arms and take flight into light!

[dgsd]

More? Great works people.

This is one about warriors, fighters. The noble kind.

The Last Battle From Last


A warrior has to fight.
And thus defines the plight.
The plight for rights are the noble concern.
As the few have turned to the night.

The struggle is not a dream.
It’s not always how it seems.
Some choose to take heed.
Others choose disbelief.
But the spirit is frightening,
When the warriors are fighting!

The message is open to read.
It’s up to you lot to take heed.
The days are now numbered,
We’re broken asundered,
The cry of the warrior resounds just like thunder!

A warrior seeks the light.
For the plight and himself in the night.
The scars of his past,
Become fractured from battle.
They bleed as new wounds,
It’s an end to lifecycle.

A dawn of a new day approaches.
The front between dark and the light.
The warrior is left in the dark and is dying,
His vision of light is the dream from last night!

The dawn is a decreasing circle.
The warrior makes final his thoughts.
There are tears in his eyes,
From the thought of past fights,
But a joy when he looks at the sight of the light!

The new day emerges from light.
It is the end to the previous plight.
For the warrior the moment has come to his sight.
To lay down his arms and take flight into light!


Now I really like that one, the kinda stuff my minds on right now. Cheers!!!

ok heres a Quickie!:cool: I call it..."Surveillance" its about a Surveillance camera watching you.


As I sit here in my place day by day
I wait to see your face the way you are in
this time and moment as this the way I picture
you forever

your actions so open to me I cannot be
so blind in a time when i have now missed you
in my mind i just press rewind. :rolleyes:

[paz98]

Now I really like that one, the kinda stuff my minds on right now. Cheers!!!

ok heres a Quickie!:cool: I call it..."Surveillance" its about a Surveillance camera watching you.


As I sit here in my place day by day
I wait to see your face the way you are in
this time and moment as this the way I picture
you forever

your actions so open to me I cannot be
so blind in a time when i have now missed you
in my mind i just press rewind. :rolleyes:

FREAKY!!!

http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo28/zapote2008/SURVEILLANCE.gif


That's how i visualise it and how would react to it! The animation starts at the surveillance centre :D

[thommo]

Hi all, I have posted a few poems on other threads, didn't know this one was here:eek:

I've also set up my own poetry website, maybe you guys could have a look at some of mine. I've started posting poems by other people that they have written and sent to me. :D

www.conspoetry.com

[dgsd]

FREAKY!!!

http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo28/zapote2008/SURVEILLANCE.gif


That's how i visualise it and how would react to it! The animation starts at the surveillance centre :D

Lol oh crap.:D Yeah I'm gonna finish it I don't wanna leave it that short. Will re post once finished.

[dgsd]

Hi all, I have posted a few poems on other threads, didn't know this one was here:eek:

I've also set up my own poetry website, maybe you guys could have a look at some of mine. I've started posting poems by other people that they have written and sent to me. :D

www.conspoetry.com

Hello, yeah I'm gonna have to check that out. the words I've posted are fresh out my mind
I enjoy writeing almost now everyday, I will check your stuff out. :cool:

[lilith light]

One fine morning
I recieved a parcel
by post
Inwhich it contained
a triangular turd
and the balls
of my grandfathers ghost.

[thommo]

Here's one I posted on the March 26th thread :)

Rise Up (26/03/2011)


Let’s take back control and regain our power,
as the revolution grows to a beautiful flower.
Throughout our history they’ve been viewed as the beast,
but are they are saviours those of the Middle East?
After a century of suppression they finally have snapped,
and the wave of uprising on our shores has lapped.
Inside we all know this world’s upside down,
as we labour like slaves for the sake of the crown.
We’re acting like sheep and keep following in herds,
the banks lead the way with their fraudulent words.
The government we elect is still controlled by the banks,
who else lends them the money for our aircraft and tanks?
To pay the banks back is an impossible task,
about money creation is the question to ask.
To take back control we must stop this fraud dead,
the best way to do that is to cut off the head.
Re-issue a currency that’s backed by our land,
distributed equally as united we stand.
The business of politics has become so corrupt,
so wind-up this corporation and declare it bankrupt.
Set ourselves free and do it in peace,
the need for more war at that moment would cease.
We don’t need all these rules to guide us through life,
they’re there to enslave us in this tension and strife.
Our people are speaking it’s starting to get loud,
kettle us in and still we’ll stand proud.
If we all started marching at once to the city,
those in control would cower in self pity.
20 million is a third of our power,
with no violence just peace they’d cave in by the hour.
So let’s RISE UP together and show them who’s boss,
Our future is ours so what is our loss?
The Scots once invaded and marched from the north,
it’s that kind of spirit we need to bring forth.
With Facebook and Twitter the message would fly,
how quick would the elite make our internet die?
I dream of the freedom that I feel in my heart,
the reset button pressed so we get a fresh start.
Let’s learn from the mistakes that we made in the past,
and create a future in which our freedoms all last.

[dgsd]

Here's one I posted on the March 26th thread :)

Rise Up (26/03/2011)


Let’s take back control and regain our power,
as the revolution grows to a beautiful flower.
Throughout our history they’ve been viewed as the beast,
but are they are saviours those of the Middle East?
After a century of suppression they finally have snapped,
and the wave of uprising on our shores has lapped.
Inside we all know this world’s upside down,
as we labour like slaves for the sake of the crown.
We’re acting like sheep and keep following in herds,
the banks lead the way with their fraudulent words.
The government we elect is still controlled by the banks,
who else lends them the money for our aircraft and tanks?
To pay the banks back is an impossible task,
about money creation is the question to ask.
To take back control we must stop this fraud dead,
the best way to do that is to cut off the head.
Re-issue a currency that’s backed by our land,
distributed equally as united we stand.
The business of politics has become so corrupt,
so wind-up this corporation and declare it bankrupt.
Set ourselves free and do it in peace,
the need for more war at that moment would cease.
We don’t need all these rules to guide us through life,
they’re there to enslave us in this tension and strife.
Our people are speaking it’s starting to get loud,
kettle us in and still we’ll stand proud.
If we all started marching at once to the city,
those in control would cower in self pity.
20 million is a third of our power,
with no violence just peace they’d cave in by the hour.
So let’s RISE UP together and show them who’s boss,
Our future is ours so what is our loss?
The Scots once invaded and marched from the north,
it’s that kind of spirit we need to bring forth.
With Facebook and Twitter the message would fly,
how quick would the elite make our internet die?
I dream of the freedom that I feel in my heart,
the reset button pressed so we get a fresh start.
Let’s learn from the mistakes that we made in the past,
and create a future in which our freedoms all last.

That's real! And also money con also is pretty sick! I like how ya formed it all.

[thommo]

:cool: Thanks for having a look, glad you liked them. I've got 4 poems sat on the Human Race Get Off Your Knees thread (mind you they're on my site now) :D:D

[paz98]

:D nice website, like the layout.

All the poems i put down are from a file i called 'The Onion Verses'. This will be it for now; the best and relevant ones have been published on this thread. Sometimes a good thing might come only once; the right recipe, the right conditions.

Anywayz...

This one is about someone in a desperate situation with the 'upstairs' people who have 'beef' with him. All the other sheep tell him to leave his home and travel someplace else. He is just a pack of trouble for others.

When Others Say ‘Travel And See The World !'

You see...

There's this crowd and that crowd.
There's a crowd over there.

If the fool goes to that crowd,
They might send him over there.
And that crowd don't want him,
They'll just send him right there.

To meet up with that crowd
Who will end it right there...



This one is about that person's indignation and rant at his abusers. The desperation and desire for some dignity at the end of it all. The tourists opened a can of worms, it backfired on them, couldn't take the heat, so they blamed the can that they opened; stupid idiots. It's about the pre-departure from the UK. The 'greeks' are still watching him, waiting.

THE BUGLE CALL AND THE 7 STROKE ROLL

Now the 'dick' game has lost its enamour
Which was known just after the start
Brute force mind control over a weakened heart
Remote control voice traffic
And cracks in the attic.

The kings of state fucked and used you
Their men with eyes full of hate
Demon driven minds against this one demon mind
One captive in bed the others sit round and dread

Morality plays as they play mother
Would you like one lump or two lump or three
Three is too sweet
They are beggining to weep
As the sweet turns to poison
And they throw all their coins in

And what goes for members of public?
Especially ones that have always been at it.
Their medievel mentality
Might lead to fatality
Their self-righteous morality
Mother will punish him with totality
Go back to your funny
To your stocks and your cabbages.
To a passage in time
Where you raped someones mind.

They love the latin player
Or was he?
No claim for their heirs
With his blood
His tastes are unlike that
They expected him to act that
But refusal was appropriate
Otherwise the real ones would appropriate
In many and more ways than one...

The game of the hunter and hunted
A monkey has thrown in a wrench
Its all about the food chain
The pain and the loo chain
As they play with the sex
And throw spells with their hex

Incensed and disgusted beyond belief.
With eyes often watching
At times with disbelief
The way that they used it
The way that they abused it
The way that they consumed it.
With curse written over it.

They suck it bone dry
To leave it to die
Ugly beauties complain
There's no love in his game!
Makes me want to turnover
Makes my blood boil over.
Things will take on their course
Until they murder the source.

So here we all play
A morality play
Look for the devil in the detail
He's down a dark deep well
They'll frame his crime
So he will do some time
But in time their crime
Will be the frame of all time.

Twiddly-dee, Twiddle my thumbs
I smell the blood
Of a man out of time
Dark dasterdly deeds
Exchanged throughout time
Dignity is serious
And so is mine.





This one is about that person. Good people tried to help him but didn't know about the 'greeks'. He distanced himself from the helpers and took the bullet for them; otherwise they would be targeted as sympathisers. He went it alone. Lone ranger on his way to his last stand.

[B]The Pay Off

The protected ones enslave dissaffected ones.
The table is turning its always been a yearning.
Their game of dark morality versus a play of stark dignity.
They rob of humanity and control the space of reality.
They feasted on conciousness for far too long.
They filtered vunerability from it to claim it their own.

Indigestion now rife in the belly of their beast.
The beast has swallowed poison,
It must spit out a chosen.
Writhing on the ground in a period of time.
Where they sit round a table.
And contemplate their navel.

Payoffs and trade offs,
Freinds with guns to their heads.
A fortress in the woods.
Where they'll be a waiting for truth.
Bullets of lead and blood on the walls,
To make this last stand,
In some other foreign land.



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[edelweiss pirate]

The Game.


The metaphor’s a game
And if the cards you’ve got are lame
It doesn’t help to complain
When everyone else has the same.

But if you can stand when you take a blow
You might just go on to steal the show
Beat the unreal and the rest of the field
Scoring the winning goal with a nifty back heel.

Champions are chosen
If their souls ain’t frozen
The rest are left for dead
Victims of a cathode ray shot to the head

A mind full of knife crime
Shaking tities and butts
MTV’s still going for the nuts
Gettin’ em horny on some whitetrash skank while their girlfriend’s feelin’ lonely they’re having a wank.

So what watch you better take care
Cos it hides in your head and just stays there
Put a guard up at the gate of your mind
Cos when it opens up you’ll be surprised at what you might find

Life’s a bowl of cherries
Well that depends on your grocer
And the busy bees and wasps
Sweetness only brings ‘em closer

To feed or sting
But don’t fear a thing
Swat ‘em down
Be the laughing clown
Always singing never frown

If you feel the panic rising
Realise that nothing is real and take it down.
Infinite love is life itself the only truth
Better try that and taste it for proof

Get out of the war and off the front line
Living in peace chilling in the sunshine

[paz98]

The Game.


The metaphor’s a game
And if the cards you’ve got are lame
It doesn’t help to complain
When everyone else has the same.

But if you can stand when you take a blow
You might just go on to steal the show
Beat the unreal and the rest of the field
Scoring the winning goal with a nifty back heel.

Champions are chosen
If their souls ain’t frozen
The rest are left for dead
Victims of a cathode ray shot to the head

A mind full of knife crime
Shaking tities and butts
MTV’s still going for the nuts
Gettin’ em horny on some whitetrash skank while their girlfriend’s feelin’ lonely they’re having a wank.

So what watch you better take care
Cos it hides in your head and just stays there
Put a guard up at the gate of your mind
Cos when it opens up you’ll be surprised at what you might find

Life’s a bowl of cherries
Well that depends on your grocer
And the busy bees and wasps
Sweetness only brings ‘em closer

To feed or sting
But don’t fear a thing
Swat ‘em down
Be the laughing clown
Always singing never frown

If you feel the panic rising
Realise that nothing is real and take it down.
Infinite love is life itself the only truth
Better try that and taste it for proof

Get out of the war and off the front line
Living in peace chilling in the sunshine

I am acknowledging, liked the message here!

This is a bit more about the mind and the corporation; they can and they do. That mind gate is something not everyone has. Resistance, intelligence and not carrying out their instructions.

The Life Of A Mannequin

Don't go to work.
Don't play guitar.
Have few many friends.
But not that many freinds

My one sole friend is a puppet like me
But not like me, he is not tough like me.
We train how to strike
We train how to block
We train how to trap
We train how to tap

Were targets of those who stalk us by day
And by night when we sleep.
Abuse and call us gay
And when I talk back
I get direct energy attacked
Electricity to the brain
I have heard no others claim.

To those who read this,
I resist their instructions.
I stick to some principles
They think I'm invicible.
This makes it a challenge
To torture me more
I've had it upto 'here'!
And I've lost all sense of fear.

Just lately they've lost it
They've gotten to be mad
They've realised it too
Their lives are just sad
Now they taunt me with death
They say I must go
They can't false arrest me
Even as much as they detest me

So it's got to that point
Soon I'm ready to go
'Rocky' roads it seems
I'm going to chase my own dream.
Whoever gets in my way
Whoever says I am to pay
Better get out of my way
This time its not going to be play

[raggie]

Here's one I have done for thommo's site.

Angelic.

Not more than six inches from you will I stray. I will never be more than six inches away.

Connected by love from the fires that glow, warming my heart and melting the snow.

Six inches, the furthest I go.

Through an electrical blue, I am connected to you, with gossamer threads from the Angel that treads,

six inches away.

In my heart you will play, safe in my arms you will lay.

No more than six inches away.

My beautiful child, whose passion runs wild, I am connected to you by the love that runs through,

from only six inches away.

Our beautiful bond is a tranquil pond where dragonflies play.

We will stay by a stream in a beautiful dream and play there all day.


In the dawn of a new morn, I will shout to a trout "my Angel's about."

"No more than six inches away".

Look up at the clouds while singing out loud, for we have found bright gems in the clay.

From only six inches away.

At some point we'll stop, and drink fizzy pop, whilst giggling away.

My beautiful child, run free and run wild. Within nature do play.

Run out of the house and tickle a mouse, make sure it chuckles all day.

Poke a fat frog, stroke a stray dog, and hide in the hay.

No more than six inches away.

Stand under waterfalls like cottonwool balls and with a beautiful notion,
protect ladybird spots, with calamine lotion.

I stand no more than six inches away.


At the end of the day, when we are done with our play, we will snuggle within.

The warmth of our love, kissing our skin.

Not even six inches away.

There, we will stay.

[mr stoppitall]

The Golden cage


To break these chains of the golden cage
I bathe in the stream of life

I propose my wishes fulfillment
I synchronise, it's fine

I refuse to walk conformity, into a place I need not go

The path some walk is madness
These false morals are from a show

I will not be a mere spectator
You will not lead me in the dance

I will break these chains of servitude
at any given chance

[ftil]

Thank you to all of you. I've just needed to read and to feel passion and a fire in your hearts and spirits. :)

[raggie]

Mirrorball.

Diversions, diversions, diversions. Which way shall I go? I'm glad I asked, because, only I will know.


Distractions, distractions, distractions. 9/11 truthers divided within. The Presidents truth, lies, on the head of a pin.

Addictions, addictions, addictions. Used to keep us in line. Charlie's woke up, and now he's singing in time.

Religion, religion, religion. The elite, killing the spiritually poor. George has already told you, that, God's not keeping score.

Perception, perception, perception. It's the return of planet X, where all who live there, resemble, Posh and Becks.

Subversion, subversion, subversion. The uprising of all of the faiths, via the ways, of the manipulative wraiths.

Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian, I don't give a fuck about the olympics, it's a hard word to rhyme and I'm full of them tricks.

Attraction, attraction, attraction, muscians peddling in porn, give it some tits and a new star is born.

Illusions, illusions, illusions. Stop looking at me. Don't you realise it's already World War three?

Reflection, reflection, reflection. It's got all that you need. Sings out the truth, like a canary on speed.

Refractions, refractions, refractions. We are all part of the same mirroball. So light yourself wide and light yourself tall.

[paz98]

Here is one that might, might, might make you laugh despite being obscene.

Brown Poo-Poo

Poo Poo is like goo-goo.
All gooey and pooey.
The stench from its fumes,
Usually from a bathroom.

Some assholes like to play with it,
A finger down a sesspit.
All lovely and brown,
I'm down with the brown.

Sometimes when your crazy,
And you get lazy.
There's always a snack,
Reach Down to your bum crack.

Forget the cream cheese,
And Jacobs crackers like these.
You can spread it on most,
Like Brown spread on toast.

Why not surprise your friends!
Don't tell coz it will offend.
Disguise it as nice,
Fermented fish with a slice?

Sell it to a rich man,
A wild sales pitch scam.
An expensive rare delicacy,
Money made from your deficacy!

[paz98]

Hyperactive. Mind is flowing and under attack. No time to fall over and collapse. Here's another one for that.

A Question Of Freedom

I ask first permission,
I am on a mission.
Let me pose you a question,
A very important question.

Is freedom worth dying for?
Are your rich are you poor?
Is freedom worth dying for?
Do I sound too hardcore?
Is freedom worth dying for?
Am I on the side of the law?
Is freedom worth dying for?
I'm a slave and a whore.

A monkey wrench believer,
I'm French despite a deceiver.
My garden is of a dreamer,
That you claim, but your a stealer.
And you better just leave her,
We're at war you big deciever.
And Go on with your act,
And continue your tact.

Is freedom worth dying for?
For Love to succeed
Is freedom worth dying for?
To flourish these seeds
Is freedom worth dying for?
When they thieve it from you.
Every reason for treason
Pack my bags coz I'm Leaving

[thommo]

[QUOTE=raggie;1059765427]Here's one I have done for thommo's site.

It's on the site now together with the others:D

[asleepawake]

Heres a little rhyme of mine, true actions of love are on the incline.

feelin your one thommo btw.

Some have given in to that voice inside of their minds
The one that says 'stop' ignored thousands of times
Yet they still moan about life, as if they don't realise
Im no angel my self but i can't help but let my blood rise
Incapable of independance you'd think they had no hands nor feet
Aware of the poison in their food, yet they continue to eat
Handed over control to those known as the 'elite'
Before the battle has begun they've accepted defeat

[paz98]

Oh my I can't shut off my mind LOL!

From watching the middle east revolutions and back to Libya.

Last Man Standing

They're doing it again,
Like some runaway train.
That's out of control,
A call for police patrol.

Like gold conquering lands,
Genocide of some man.
It's all in their plan,
Because of his golden suntan.

Control of his resources,
They protect with their forces.
Enslave the poor man,
And control his homeland.

With candy and drugs,
They recruit local thugs.
The former man gets bugged,
And there goes the love.

When the policeman is done,
And he's had all his glory.
A mission accomplished,
Family trees have been stunted.

Only one ugly tree,
In the land where it stands.
Lower branches are sad,
Higher proud and are glad.
Coz they survived this fake war,
Breakdown old graffiti walls.
To rewrite the history,
And bury to hell all the mystery.

The last man standing,
Has blood on his hands.
With the dead all around him,
He has only sick fans.
The wells he controls,
With the blood of those souls.
Some mysteries untold,
The truth sometimes unsolved?

[pheony]

It's all a lie,
now lay down and die.
said the government,
to the people.

[dgsd]

unavailing The moments that disturb your reality in this day, Opening portals within sequentiality in a subliminal way, standing above Conjuring up moments in time that mystified the many, now in a daze there eyes bright as the Blood red sun, in there head starts this new phase and its about to run, this cattled conference of psychopathic drones amongst there padded walls hopeless by there many falls to there naked knees before the masters invisible throne, in a moment not of there own in repentance of there wickedness they have now shown, off to thy maker, words they have spat out now tapped in route, hacked and likely trapped, alike there soul lost in this new found role and they have over willingly payed the toll.

[raggie]

[QUOTE=raggie;1059765427]Here's one I have done for thommo's site.

It's on the site now together with the others:D

cheers thommo and kas. You are doing good work. I hope that people will keep this thread going. It's got lots of brilliant poems on it. I'm out of poems at the moment and I will post any new ones as they tumble out of my head. Lets wring at least another twelve pages out of it. Respect to everyone who has had the courage to post so far. Lets keep it going.

[thommo]

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Two coppers that saw it started to wail
'That's anti social, throw him in jail'

[thommo]

[QUOTE=thommo;1059769668]

cheers thommo and kas. You are doing good work. I hope that people will keep this thread going. It's got lots of brilliant poems on it. I'm out of poems at the moment and I will post any new ones as they tumble out of my head. Lets wring at least another twelve pages out of it. Respect to everyone who has had the courage to post so far. Lets keep it going.

Raggie, I can't believe you've run out.... I reckon you're holding out on us ;)

please have a look at the website. I am more than happy to post any poems if you guys want to send them in. Raggie has sent in some really good poems which I have put on the site. Please have a look at them. He really is talented!!!!!!!

If you don't want to post anything, please send the link on to people you know. The main aim is to get people reading them and hopefully questioning them or at the very least investigating for themselves :cool:

Poetry has had an effect on society for many centuries, so why should it be any different now?

[thommo]

Here's one for you all to peruse Hope you enjoy :D

Cestui Que Vie

By thommo

In 1666 as London started burning,
the Government declared us dead to increase its earning.
Seven years is what we had to prove we were alive,
the rule of Common Law began to take its final dive.
Our Berth Certificate's the way to take back our control,
and if we find the words to use be free from our parole.
A Judge is for the sea you know he's anchored to the spot,
we need to bring him onto land his protests matter not.
A fiat system backed by gold died so long ago,
to whom and where it went and when is what we need to know.
The value of our paper pay is just the work we do,
the Strawman we became at berth known only by a few.
The toil we do has made men rich beyond our wildest dreams,
we work ourselves to death for pay that starts out life in reams.
If we understood the way the banks create our money,
we'd look at debt and start to laugh it really is quite funny.
If the Government needs some cash it has to get a loan,
then up go taxes to pay for it and we just meekly moan.
As people we're not stupid just controlled by mass suppression,
it makes sense now why most around suffer from depression.
As time goes by new laws apply to stop us from rebelling,
our protests broken up at once the moment we start yelling.
If we took control again and stripped them of their power,
history would show it as 'Our Peoples' Finest Hour'.

[thommo]

Oh well, one more for ya :)

The 9/11 Conspiracy

By thommo

There's plenty of mystery around 9/11,
like how did they wire and pull building 7?
There are lots of other buildings that are built just the same,
yet none of them have collapsed as the result of a flame.
How did that plane hit the Pentagon wall?
Simulators have tried it and short they all fall.
Then there's the plane that they crashed to the ground,
where is all the wreckage that should have been found?
It was found miles around as if it blew up in flight,
with media bias they kept the lid tight.
Why did Dick Cheyney tell the Airforce to stand down?
And why for 2 hours did Bush act like a clown?
Maybe the story was one he'd not read,
best finish the book before counting the dead.
The 'Commission Report' ignored major facts,
what else would it say but 'Terrorist Acts'?
A big heavy Boeing is not easy to fly,
after a couple of lessons the hijackers did try.
The attacks on the States Osama always denied,
he always maintained it until the day that he died.
The videos they show of him camped in the sand,
they really should have noticed that he used his left hand.
His face keeps on changing, he's fat then he's thin,
not to mention the changes in the colour of his skin.
The hole in the pentagon was 16ft wide,
so where did the tail, wings and engines all hide?
It was later the roof and main wall collapsed,
but it wasn't so obvious how much time had elapsed.
The day before all those planes they did crash,
Donald announced the trillions of missing Pentagon cash.
Iraq was the target they all wanted first,
a Middle Eastern war should quench their blood thirst.
The US Constitution was next on the list,
and the Neocons destroyed it with a cast iron fist.
What is the death toll from that terrible day?
It's still going up so it's difficult to say.
Way over a million and that's just in one nation,
you'd think a number like that would be a sensation!
These people all died to protect us from who?
I felt safer before, I don't know about you.
I've just scratched the surface but if you're looking for proof,
a good place to start is AE911TRUTH.
Power Hour's Dave vonKleist waded into the fight,
try watching his film 911: In Plane Site.
Open your eyes and ignore mainstream press,
information and truth is what they suppress.
Look what has happened since those buildings fell,
our lives on this planet have become living hell!

[paz98]

So many people on DI forum. Like a sprawl! comes to mind.

Been reading other peoples poems. Some of them are great, really. Not saying just saying. Sitting here while they squeeze the life out of me, so paste some here. Screw the police and vigilantes, ignore 'on' to private cliques. Nice.

Forward..charge! LOL

Woodie Is So Goodie

Woodie your so goodie
Your a hero superman
You always have a plan
And you have many a fan

Out to save the human race
You go out your way to discriminate
Those you hate you want to castrate
Create a new class of human race

Woodie you don't like me
When I'm dating your daughter
Fearful of the thoughts
For what I do with your daugher.
A comment that she made to me
While we're walking round town
Coz she wants no one else
And has settled for best.

Woodie your so goodie
There's some bad guys in town
Horrible little people
Because they push you around

The powerful and the powerless
The true relation with the people
You sit on your throne
Enjoy the sound of your own tone.

You've had it good.
Its been a straight line on a graph
You hide with your act
Now there's no turning back.
Be thankful that your mommy
Gave you some good moral guidance
But a naughty schoolboy act
And an empathy that you lack.

It's time to grow old
But the practice ground offends me
Your blinded mistakes
Cost the lives of so many
A karmic reaction
Uprise of political factions
Its all an eye sore
As you fall and hit to the floor

[raggie]

I have got one that came to me in a rush in the garden yesterday. I will try and post it later. I just wanted to say this while it was in my head. If it wasn't for this site I would probably still be a frustrated drone. Beavering away and trying to ignore the reality of my surroundings. Throughout this site I have found love, passion and a fierce desire to fight for our freedom. Through you all I have found a voice, which I believe be mine. I would never have dreamed I could write poetry. Yet it is begining to feel so natural. I am not out to manipulate anybody. I am just trying to express my own perception of my own experience. I have read many an inspiring post here. I want everyone who doesn't believe they can write to try. To have a go. Scribble on paper and when you feel you have done your truth justice post it here. You all have the gift of rhythm, let it be your weapon and let it also be the healing of this planet. We are at a point where we all can make a difference to our world. Poetry can move and inspire, it can heal and transform pain into power. It can change hate into love. So let's do it all of us, everywhere. Just where will our courage take us if we allow it a means of movement and a platform for visibility.

[raggie]

Nightmare.


What's the rhythm? What's the fucking rhythm? What's the rhythm of your truth?

Drink, fight and jism? What's the rhythm? The rhythm of your truth?

Sexual distraction enters the room, another poor soldier dies in a fucking great boom.

Where's the rhythm? The fucking rhythm. The rhythm of your truth?

Your life, your most beautiful asset. To be fed to the vultures of Royal Wootton Bassett.

Where's the rhythm? The fucking rhythm? The rhythm of your life?

Did you have it, just before you beat your wife?

Where is she at? Sprawled out on the floor?

Like a fucking great welcome mat?

What about your beautiful lass? Twenty one gun salute, pick up the brass.


Left, left, left right, left. Where's the rhythm? The fucking rhythm? The rhythm for your mind?

If you are not fighting for me, are you fighting for you?

Just who are you fighting for?

Take off that uniform and walk right out of the door.

Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm?

The rhythm of your life?

Fuck the bollocks about protecting borders. There is no excuse for just following orders.

Once your tour is complete, you will be fucked in civvy street.

All your medals in all those shiny cases can't protect you from those innoncent faces.


Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm? Where's the rhythm of our truth?

The nightmares they will come. Sparkling with blood and boom a boom, boom.

Give it up now, while you still have the chance.

Feel the rhythm. Feel the fucking rhythm, the rhythm of your dance.

Feel the rhythm. Feel the fucking rhythm, the rhythm of your life.

"Follow me men", goes up the shout. Dying for Israel is what it's all about.

Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm? Where's the rhythm of your soul?

Call at the NAAFI, pick up some fags, fuck off into town and shag a few slags.

Walking along and everythings great, seconds later pick up the pieces of your very best mate.


Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm? The rhythm of my mind?

Wake up from nightmares full of regret, pillows and sheets soaked in sweat.

Drowning in booze and medication, what happened to all that fucking elation?

Give it up now, while you still have the chance.

Join us here doing the truthseeker dance.


Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm. Where's the fucking rhythm of my mind?

[quilliard]

Alone on the hill
Looking down at the world
Thinking of all
That troubled me so

Then there she was
An angel in a summer dress

She floated in my direction
Like a swan drifting on a lake

A hello to amor
A kiss of her hand
Then a goodbye
And she was gone.

That was a great day.

[paz98]

Nightmare.


What's the rhythm? What's the fucking rhythm? What's the rhythm of your truth?

Drink, fight and jism? What's the rhythm? The rhythm of your truth?

Sexual distraction enters the room, another poor soldier dies in a fucking great boom.

Where's the rhythm? The fucking rhythm. The rhythm of your truth?

Your life, your most beautiful asset. To be fed to the vultures of Royal Wootton Bassett.

Where's the rhythm? The fucking rhythm? The rhythm of your life?

Did you have it, just before you beat your wife?

Where is she at? Sprawled out on the floor?

Like a fucking great welcome mat?

What about your beautiful lass? Twenty one gun salute, pick up the brass.


Left, left, left right, left. Where's the rhythm? The fucking rhythm? The rhythm for your mind?

If you are not fighting for me, are you fighting for you?

Just who are you fighting for?

Take off that uniform and walk right out of the door.

Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm?

The rhythm of your life?

Fuck the bollocks about protecting borders. There is no excuse for just following orders.

Once your tour is complete, you will be fucked in civvy street.

All your medals in all those shiny cases can't protect you from those innoncent faces.


Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm? Where's the rhythm of our truth?

The nightmares they will come. Sparkling with blood and boom a boom, boom.

Give it up now, while you still have the chance.

Feel the rhythm. Feel the fucking rhythm, the rhythm of your dance.

Feel the rhythm. Feel the fucking rhythm, the rhythm of your life.

"Follow me men", goes up the shout. Dying for Israel is what it's all about.

Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm? Where's the rhythm of your soul?

Call at the NAAFI, pick up some fags, fuck off into town and shag a few slags.

Walking along and everythings great, seconds later pick up the pieces of your very best mate.


Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm? The rhythm of my mind?

Wake up from nightmares full of regret, pillows and sheets soaked in sweat.

Drowning in booze and medication, what happened to all that fucking elation?

Give it up now, while you still have the chance.

Join us here doing the truthseeker dance.


Where's the rhythm? Where's the fucking rhythm. Where's the fucking rhythm of my mind?

Feeling that rhythm there in the words. Morals here too.

Alone on the hill
Looking down at the world
Thinking of all
That troubled me so

Then there she was
An angel in a summer dress

She floated in my direction
Like a swan drifting on a lake

A hello to amor
A kiss of her hand
Then a goodbye
And she was gone.

That was a great day.


This is so good.

When the day was gone
She was all i had to hold on
She's in a dark lair place
A prisoner of no grace
She needs to be released
From the control of his power
To a secret garden land
To be with her lover.

[edelweiss pirate]

What's wrong with this picture?


What’s wrong with this picture?
Every day a relentless fixture
Of innocence corrupted and cut short...
Playtime darkened by mealtime murder.
Kids growing up in boredom and neglect.
And they seem surprised as if they didn’t expect..
To see that look in their eyes..

Let’s have a baby then.
It’ll be different for us..
But it never is.. we’re all the same.
Half insane thinking we’re sane
Easily led and like Kosher cattle bled by the family butcher.

What’s wrong with this picture?
Home sweet home going bye bye
repossessions at an all time high..
The papers told you it was good to buy..
It isn’t that they lie, ahem, they just got it wrong.
This time,
A bit like last time
But nobody remembers.

So we buy an overpriced house and sign our future away
on a death pawn,
But we never saw the strings...
They way they fiddle things..
And the prices suddenly fell..
And our house isn’t worth what we paid..
But a tidy profit’s made... by the bankers.

While we and our family drown... our smiles turn to frowns
And innocence is lost, the light dims and it gets dark.
And it spreads.
The poison little threads.
And the world goes slowly wrong like a broken clock
And then it’s time for war.
And so it goes on, a life stealing cycle made law.

I think it’s time you woke up!
You’re not going for gold when you’re playing catchup.
Please wake up.

There’s only one thing that you need to do..
Wake up please. You know how!
Can’t you hear the alarm?
It’s been ringing for a long time now...
But your mind’s in a mixture
What’s wrong with this picture?
Asleep in front of the TV..
Wake up and be free.

[paz98]

Indignation, injustice.

Tourists

Tourists that pay,
For the pleasure of desire.
An experience they want,
Like a single man-hunt.

Tourists that pay,
For personal desire.
As long as they pay,
The price for desire.

Going somewhere exotic,
A Dinner party topic.
Something more toxic,
Like toking in the tropics.
Something more carnal,
His meat in her pop-it.
Offensive to some,
He's won coz he cums.

Tourists they paint me,
Have have come here to hate me.
In the image that they desire,
The carnal fire of desire.
The tourist that raped me,
The b'stards didn't even pay me.
For damages that they done,
Despite they all had their fun.

The table has turned,
One revolution of the circle.
They've all been caught out,
Now they go on without.
It's painful for tourists,
Despite what it says what the law is.
Revenge on a poor soul
The price for their idiot toll.

[dgsd]

Indignation, injustice.

Tourists

Tourists that pay,
For the pleasure of desire.
An experience they want,
Like a single man-hunt.

Tourists that pay,
For personal desire.
As long as they pay,
The price for desire.

Going somewhere exotic,
A Dinner party topic.
Something more toxic,
Like toking in the tropics.
Something more carnal,
His meat in her pop-it.
Offensive to some,
He's won coz he cums.

Tourists they paint me,
Have have come here to hate me.
In the image that they desire,
The carnal fire of desire.
The tourist that raped me,
The b'stards didn't even pay me.
For damages that they done,
Despite they all had their fun.

The table has turned,
One revolution of the circle.
They've all been caught out,
Now they go on without.
It's painful for tourists,
Despite what it says what the law is.
Revenge on a poor soul
The price for their idiot toll.

Lol Yeah tokeing in the tropics!:cool: I really enjoyed this one right there!

[paz98]

Yeah the toking bit!

Would be nice to have some shish, in a sheesha, jointy. Just for a time, sitting there watching the sun. Slow down. :) Like on the way to a good sleep :)

[quilliard]

Indignation, injustice.

Tourists

Tourists that pay,
For the pleasure of desire.
An experience they want,
Like a single man-hunt.

Tourists that pay,
For personal desire.
As long as they pay,
The price for desire.

Going somewhere exotic,
A Dinner party topic.
Something more toxic,
Like toking in the tropics.
Something more carnal,
His meat in her pop-it.
Offensive to some,
He's won coz he cums.

Tourists they paint me,
Have have come here to hate me.
In the image that they desire,
The carnal fire of desire.
The tourist that raped me,
The b'stards didn't even pay me.
For damages that they done,
Despite they all had their fun.

The table has turned,
One revolution of the circle.
They've all been caught out,
Now they go on without.
It's painful for tourists,
Despite what it says what the law is.
Revenge on a poor soul
The price for their idiot toll.

Hard core! I love poetry. So honest. There are a lot going through some major internal pain on this board.

They came for me pouting with daggers in their eyes
While always shouting IT IS ALL LIES!

Blood trickling as tears down their face
Voices deaf to there own ears stabbing wildly into space

The battle was long and many fell
None where strong and it made life hell

But that was then and this is now
We have become wise men so don't have a cow.

Have some fish instead maybe a nice piece of trout
Or a flounder fried with bread and a tall glass of stout

With enemies now friends and all forgiven
And stories of the ends that have become the beginning

I put a little twist on the end of that one. Went from war to dinner. ;)

Here is a bonus poem I wrote.

I am he
The one you seek
From above
I bring Gods love
Together
We are One.

[thommo]

Not one of my normal poems, but it is probably my favourite poem that i've written (to be honest, i'm not even sure if it's a poem!):o

Starlings

By thommo


Startled Starlings, song sounding scared, soar skywards, southbound, scattering swiftly, softly settling somewhere still, surveying surroundings, senses so sharp, survival seems sure.

Hope you enjoy :-)

[quilliard]

Starlings

By thommo

Startled Starlings,
song sounding scared,
soar skywards,
southbound,
scattering swiftly,
softly settling somewhere still,
surveying surroundings,
senses so sharp,
survival seems sure.



That is beautiful. You made me cry a little. Really. Survival Seems Sure. Wow.

Shock the Karma

[thommo]

That is beautiful. You made me cry a little. Really. Survival Seems Sure. Wow.

Shock the Karma

:) That's really cool, thanksfor the feedback. Just made my day :D

[paz98]

This is one I thought of the other day. A painting of candyness.

BTW Thommo reminded me. Thanks.


Exodus From Land Island

There's trouble, there's trouble,
Beyond the line of palm groves.
That's spilling, that's spilling,
Towards the beach and mangroves.
There's chattering amongst the animals,
And they're battering against the trees.
Like something has entered,
A deadly tropical disease.

The squaks and the wails,
That are accent and lively.
And there by the shore,
An albatross stands, with eyes gleaning.
His mind is tuned on, to the sound of cacophony.
The translation is sold,
Telling him time to be bold.

Before he makes wings,
Strong and ready to fly.
He pans his sight past, by crossing the sky.
Dark storm clouds of dread,
Like a surface of lead.
Static charges in circuits,
The grove circus has heard it.

Rumbles and roars, before flashes of lighting.
The albatross feels shock,
That hits deep and is frightening.
His direction of sight,
Turns to the path of his flight.
Magnetic path guidance,
Scrambled ends that that are silent.

The albatross looks up,
To an end in the sky.
A glowing light orb,
Against a blood orange sky.
Glancing behind,
To the grove circus pack.
They're coming around, to a panic attack.

Some screaming in sorrow.
Despair, No tommorow.
He says out of fear,
I gotta get the fuck out of here!
The memory of his she-mate,
The ghost of her former late.
He holds back lament,
For his personal torment.

The albatross makes flight,
Huge wings oh so white.
Like an angel so bright,
And a beacon of light.
A sight for the flight,
The past he moves from.
He hastily takes flight,
To find a new home.

[shocker]

I can’t find me,
Where did I go?
I seem to be somewhere
Somewhere I don’t know.

I’ve looked all around,
But nothing I see,
I see with my mind,
But I still can’t see me.




For some reason, this makes sense to me, but I'm unsure why. I sat down to contribute to this thread and it just kinda came out...:o

[thommo]

I can’t find me,
Where did I go?
I seem to be somewhere
Somewhere I don’t know.

I’ve looked all around,
But nothing I see,
I see with my mind,
But I still can’t see me.




For some reason, this makes sense to me, but I'm unsure why. I sat down to contribute to this thread and it just kinda came out...:o

I really like that.:) My better half just read it and said it explains exactly how she feels at the moment:eek:

[paz98]

I can’t find me,
Where did I go?
I seem to be somewhere
Somewhere I don’t know.

I’ve looked all around,
But nothing I see,
I see with my mind,
But I still can’t see me.




For some reason, this makes sense to me, but I'm unsure why. I sat down to contribute to this thread and it just kinda came out...:o

This is one of the best poems i read on this thread so far! A real beauty! great math! :):D

[thommo]

Hi all,

I wrote this one yesterday so I thought I'd give you guys a sneak preview before I put it on my website (www.conspoetry.com). It is a serious topic that needs to be addressed here in the UK! :mad:

Our Children

By thommo


Our children are a precious gift,
often destroyed by a family rift.
Social Services soon step in,
the childrens' lives of fear begin.
Some taken from a loving home,
the facts hidden beneath the legal foam.
The family courts beyond reproach,
are wary when the press approach.
Not really concerned for our children's care,
if they're involved you must beware.
Once in the system they are often abused,
the paedophile network in which they are used.
These monsters are reported to reach to the top,
no wonder the abuse never seems to stop.
When the children grow up their cries go unheard,
buried by the court and the judges word.
If the lid was ever lifted revealing the facts,
we'd be hanging our government for these criminal acts.
Not every case is as described above,
some children are born not experiencing love.
These are the children we need to protect,
from the sinister system just waiting to collect.
Open these courts and make them transparent,
then the nature of the crimes will become more apparant.
This evil infection is there to be seen,
sweet Hollie Greig and the brave Robert Green.

[shocker]

This is one of the best poems i read on this thread so far! A real beauty! great math! :):D

I really like that.:) My better half just read it and said it explains exactly how she feels at the moment:eek:

Thanks for those comments, and its kinda nice to know that it made sense to a few people anyway! :)

[shocker]

Hi all,

I wrote this one yesterday so I thought I'd give you guys a sneak preview before I put it on my website (www.conspoetry.com). It is a serious topic that needs to be addressed here in the UK! :mad:

Our Children

By thommo


Our children are a precious gift,
often destroyed by a family rift.
Social Services soon step in,
the childrens' lives of fear begin.
Some taken from a loving home,
the facts hidden beneath the legal foam.
The family courts beyond reproach,
are wary when the press approach.
Not really concerned for our children's care,
if they're involved you must beware.
Once in the system they are often abused,
the paedophile network in which they are used.
These monsters are reported to reach to the top,
no wonder the abuse never seems to stop.
When the children grow up their cries go unheard,
buried by the court and the judges word.
If the lid was ever lifted revealing the facts,
we'd be hanging our government for these criminal acts.
Not every case is as described above,
some children are born not experiencing love.
These are the children we need to protect,
from the sinister system just waiting to collect.
Open these courts and make them transparent,
then the nature of the crimes will become more apparant.This evil infection is there to be seen,
sweet Hollie Greig and Robert Green.

Absolutely heartbreakingly brilliant Thommo - especially the parts I bolded. I'll have a look at that site too, is it yours?

[thommo]

Absolutely heartbreakingly brilliant Thommo - especially the parts I bolded. I'll have a look at that site too, is it yours?

Thanks. Yeah the site is mine. I set it up so i could put my poems out there (didn't know this thread existed). Got a couple of other people's poems posted on there as well. Hopefully it will become a site where people go to post and read poetry. That's the aim (it's also my way of getting the message out there). :D

[mr stoppitall]

True, This! —
Beneath the rule of men entirely great,
The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold
The arch-enchanters wand! — itself a nothing! —
But taking sorcery from the master-hand
To paralyse the Cæsars, and to strike
The loud earth breathless! — Take away the sword —
States can be saved without it!


Edward Bulwer-Lytton
Richelieu; Or the Conspiracy: A Play in Five Acts.

keep that wand working thommo ;)

[raggie]

Sheer Dogged Determination.

Serious, commited, determined and certain, I glance at the dog and move away from the curtain.

No more sitting in front of the television for hours and hours, I'm off to get amongst the trees and the flowers.

I have seen Monsanto and their demon seeds and I have stopped using roundup as a means to kill weeds.

For what are weeds when they are shoved in our faces? Living things looking to grow in all the wrong places?

I knew there was stuff in my food that was making me ill. I just couldn't be arsed with the truth, I just didn't have the will.

I believed I was craftier than a fox because I was able to watch telly whilst I ate from a box.

After a while I will develop a tumour and all those jokes will seem in bad humour.

For what is a weed when it is shoved in our faces? A living thing looking for nourishment in all the wrong places?

Oh aye, I am my own private dancer and everyone I know is dying of cancer.

Being one for the news I would nip out and get a paper. I'd stare at page three and mentally rape her.

The sun, star and sport, even the daily mirror, when I dared to look in mine it made me shiver.

One time there was a hippy stood in front of a tank, she reminded me of page three and I nipped off for a wank.

For what is a need when it is shoved in front of our faces? I was looking for comfort in all the wrong places.

Oh aye, I am my very own private dancer, and every one I know is riddled with spiritual cancer.

Serious, committed, determined and certain, I take one more step away from the curtain.

[sequinda]

'Ripples'

Let's skim a stone across a pond, where a ripple can be placed upon.

Let's skim a stone across a lake, because it's mother nature's path we should take.

Let's skim a stone across a river, the message of love we can deliver.

Let's skim a stone across the sea, because we all want to be free.

Let's skim a stone across the sand and reunite as brothers and sisters, hand in hand.

Let's skim our stones together to create a foundation for love that lasts forever.

[thommo]

Sheer Dogged Determination.

Serious, commited, determined and certain, I glance at the dog and move away from the curtain.

No more sitting in front of the television for hours and hours, I'm off to get amongst the trees and the flowers.

I have seen Monsanto and their demon seeds and I have stopped using roundup as a means to kill weeds.

For what are weeds when they are shoved in our faces? Living things looking to grow in all the wrong places?

I knew there was stuff in my food that was making me ill. I just couldn't be arsed with the truth, I just didn't have the will.

I believed I was craftier than a fox because I was able to watch telly whilst I ate from a box.

After a while I will develop a tumour and all those jokes will seem in bad humour.

For what is a weed when it is shoved in our faces? A living thing looking for nourishment in all the wrong places?

Oh aye, I am my own private dancer and everyone I know is dying of cancer.

Being one for the news I would nip out and get a paper. I'd stare at page three and mentally rape her.

The sun, star and sport, even the daily mirror, when I dared to look in mine it made me shiver.

One time there was a hippy stood in front of a tank, she reminded me of page three and I nipped off for a wank.

For what is a need when it is shoved in front of our faces? I was looking for comfort in all the wrong places.

Oh aye, I am my very own private dancer, and every one I know is riddled with spiritual cancer.

Serious, committed, determined and certain, I take one more step away from the curtain.

Raggie,

Really enjoyed that. Very clever and made me laugh in places ;) We've all been there my friend.

You are on a roll at the moment and are really starting to speak from the heart. You gonna email that one (please)? :) Would love to put that one on the website!

[raggie]

Raggie,

Really enjoyed that. Very clever and made me laugh in places ;) We've all been there my friend.

You are on a roll at the moment and are really starting to speak from the heart. You gonna email that one (please)? :) Would love to put that one on the website!

Thanks thommo, I am actively attempting to speak the words that my heart naturally sings. I am enjoying it. Me thumbs hurting though lol. I will email that to you along with another when me thumb's had time to chill out. This thread is inspiring, it's heartening to see people having the courage to do this. It's a great ride in the river.

[i11u5iv3]

OKaaay...


Dare look through the eyes of tails you want to believe
An array of fake false eyelashes only wore to deceive
A serpent turns and interweaves
Suffocating your heart it never leaves
From the trees you have fallen – From your knees you must rise
Through the glint and the tease – There’s always shadows in the eyes

[dgsd]

OKaaay...


Dare look through the eyes of tails you want to believe
An array of fake false eyelashes only wore to deceive
A serpent turns and interweaves
Suffocating your heart it never leaves
From the trees you have fallen – From your knees you must rise
Through the glint and the tease – There’s always shadows in the eyes

Possibly the best these eyes have seen on this thread!

[dgsd]

Twisting tales through this
Tainted loop of time the terror on your face tells no
Age, Listening to the voice
Echoing from a distant darkness in outterspace finally greets your ear in its chase
, Judgments by the wicked ones around those not in the know,
Looking in the mirrors
Without any recollection of the one it will show.

[pheony]

I thought i would die when i lost you
the pain was so deep i couldn't sleep
You said you loved me, i said it to you
i never saw you again, if only i knew
I miss you mum each and every day
my only hope is that come what may
i will see you again.

[shocker]

I thought i would die when i lost you
the pain was so deep i couldn't sleep
You said you loved me, i said it to you
i never saw you again, if only i knew
I miss you mum each and every day
my only hope is that come what may
i will see you again.

Wow, that made me tear up a little :o

thanks for sharing.

[hayed joe]

This poem was written late last night/ early this morning and is dedicated to the person who said of this site "Whoever posts about themselves has low intelligence, whoever posts about their surroundings has a higher intelligence and whoever posts about solutions has the highest intelligence."

I don't subscribe to that view, but I got a good poem out of it! It also contains my real name as well.

MYSELF, SURROUNDINGS, GLOBALLY, SOLUTIONS

I'm Aaron Murdoch!
I've turned my life round!
But I find myself still smoking?
My situation
A lead for employment
Prisoner for the weekend
Waiting for the phone ring

An economy in ruins
And in the world disaster
So many lives in tragedies
No more in person thanked or knew of me?
Can never meet for points of view
In sorrow the only comfort
We were helpless in being lucky

I can picture them being philosophical
Returning to electrical signals
And being coerced by determined minds
And to other binding comfort
Their lives have been turned around
And it can never go back now
A pheonix of rural
Surviving with the morning sun

I'm Aaron Murdoch
But I've forgotten of the battles?
And the side I remain unchosen
My history forgotten
An economy caused in war
Revolutions turning false
Human anger at puppet talk

How can they expect disclosed?
The reasons and just what controls?
When the picture basic that unfolds
Of exactly how they relate to all
And the potential always willing to soar
But without the code of criminal?
When beside the universe feeling small

I can listen then to those chronicals
Of weapons of weathers critical
And even work out if it's true?
How to share out actual proof?
And form a plan of disgusted boots
To carry out attack for truth
And if I fall...
Explain why on my tomb.

[paloem]

i want to be the reptile inside you
the one that you hide from
the one that gets what it wants
plays behind the surface tempting you
promises a life one aspires of
seduction and power the goals you really want
i want to lick your boots
clean from your past guilt free
light a path in front of you
defer to all you dream of
can your imagination have limits
when the world has infinate posibilities
seqential circles of probability
will you gamble lower than a two or a three
or let the world decide your history

[edelweiss pirate]

Poem I wrote about wintering in Stratford East London...

Black and white is grey
Black and white is grey
Winter dawn burns down bright
Tests the shoot snaps the root with its bite

Black and white is grey
Black and white is grey

Frozen windows life behind doors
Huddled up closely
Waiting for the thaw

Black and white is grey

Heath has become land of the dead
Even the squirrels are tucked up in bed
No one diving into the ice
The ponds in the summer the cold is so nice

Black and white is grey
Black and white is grey

Trees seem numb almost struck dumb
Sinners of the summer they regret what they’ve become
Outstretched arms renouncing past pleasure
To my idle mind with too much leisure.

Black and white is grey
And green fades away.

[thommo]

I wrote this one today, back to my normal conspiracy theme :)

2011 (1984)

By thommo


Don’t look up when you’re walking and don’t look them in the eyes,
a baseball cap and hoodie will give you some form of disguise.
Their eyes are all around us they know exactly where you are,
every time you use a credit card and every time you drive your car!
‘Newspeak’ on the TV with history altered by the state,
keep us plied with alcohol and feed us violence and hate.
Fluoride in the water is not to give us healthy teeth,
it was used in concentration camps to remove all self belief!
With GM crops and irradiated food to keep us all mal-nourished,
deficient in the vitamins on which our ‘systems’’ flourished.
We work like slaves to pay off debt we dare not question why,
like the chemicals they drop on us from chemtrails in the sky.
It’s been done before on London, Southampton and Swindon Town,
experiments admitted by the labs at Porton Down.
EMF’s bombard us and there’s white noise all around,
it’s so hard to find a quiet place where you can hear your inner sound.
Soon cash will be a memory with everything paid by card,
dancing to the banks’ demands just living will be hard.
If the chip is switched off then you cannot live,
no point in begging there’ll be no cash to give.
Our children watch what’s going on and see this as the ‘norm’,
it’s us that need to recognise the fast approaching storm.
Orwell’s book describes a world akin to what I warn,
it is the world into which our children are being born.
Everyone’s a terror threat your neighbour is suspicious,
divide and conquer tactics that our captors find delicious.
We now belong to Europe an unelected Polit Bureau,
will Cameron betray the Pound and leave us with the Euro?
This world exists it’s here right now,
it’s far too late to question how.
Freedom is our Earthly right,
let us all stand up and learn to fight.
So save your children and set them free,
it’s up to us that means you and me.
All the vaccinations just destroy their health,
it’s Big Pharma’s dictation through medical stealth.
The Government dictates what our schools let them learn,
how well will depend on what their parents can earn.
A future of submission and begging banks for some credit,
the truth won’t survive past the ‘censors’ last edit.
Open your eyes to the control we are under,
we’re not simply assets for Big Brother to plunder.
Just one voice alone is too quiet for him to hear,
let’s all shout together so that it's loud and clear.

[quilliard]

I wrote this one today, back to my normal conspiracy theme :)

2011 (1984)

Why is everyone saying the same thing. Except the trolls.

Here is one called:

I lost

I lost all my toys that made my life bareable.
I lost the job that made me feel I was doing good.
I lost almost my friends.
I lost the ability to go to a house of worship.
I was branded as insane by the medical community.
I was forced into bankruptcy and lost my dream of my Art community.
I lost the name I wanted, but paid for.
I lost my music.
I lost the use of my left hand properly.
I lost the respect of my family.
I lost the respect of any remaining friends.
I lost sharing with people with things that where happening in my life.
I lost my sons and daughter.
I lost my jokes.
I lost everything I held dear and now am looked at as a pathetic mentally ill wretch.
I lost trust in others.
I lost my free will and was forced to be a slave.
I lost respect for others.
I lost my rights as an American.
I lost my freedom of religion and the pursuit of happiness.
I lost it all except for one thing.

I still have God.
That something cannot be taken from me.

Shock the Karma

[dgsd]

You have now took
the bate All Is lost and
now Its a Tad bit to late
Running fast in a
Flash past Your fine pearly gate
Hoping for a change
but now its only a strange change
In Your certain Fate the feast has
Begun with your soul on
The main plate contemplating
Your final rise and your wipe off
This new slate but remember in
The end my friend he's the
One You will now have to debate.


Eh....I don't know bout this one. Just typed, and went with it :cool:

[paz98]

I am dead, I am gone
But just maybe
I might go on
In the end
But not the end
But Just maybe
I might hold on

The prison life
I've done too long
And ridicule is done and gone
I just don't know
What they've been on?
I read the info,
I'm moving on.

I love the music
The stuff I like
But here they like
What they just like
And I don't like
The stuff they like
And now I'm wrong
Because of the pong

I once did work in
a fast-food joint
Where I handled pattie
But not that patty.
Now I look at pattie
And think of happy
But its really tatty
I'll become meat pattie!

The walk in refigerator
There are many a pattie
But beyond that point
There is no point?
Patties are patties
And those that survive
Make good food for Patty!
Yum-yum...yum-yum!

:) :D

[raggie]

Those Beautiful Eyes.
I will always remember the very first time that I touched your skin, the love from your eyes filled me completely within.

Oh, those beautiful eyes, they reached into my soul, filling me with love, making me whole.

Oh, how I ached to be free, free to love you, the way that I knew you loved me.

I can still feel the touch of your kiss on the tip of my nose, a tender moment with a delicate rose.

Those beautiful eyes, they melted me so, for when touched by candlelight they sparked into a luminous glow.

How I really did wish to be free, so that I could let myself love you, the way that I knew you loved me.

I am forever aware of the warmth of your skin, the scent of your hair, deeply breathed in.

Oh, those loving eyes that saw all my pains and knew that my heart was covered in chains.

I still remember our very last row, it haunts me still, even now.

Oh, those wonderful eyes that started to cry, I wanted to hide, I wanted to die.

How I wished that I could just allow myself to be free, free to love you the way that I knew you loved me.

Through those beautiful eyes a valuable lesson just had to be learned, for no more bridges could ever be burned.

Oh, your beautiful eyes, they stirred me within, a search for my truth I had to begin.

For how can we truly be free from our handcuffs and chains if we lack the courage to accept our spiritual gains?

[quilliard]

I am dead, I am gone
But just maybe
I might go on
In the end
But not the end
But Just maybe
I might hold on

The prison life
I've done too long
And ridicule is done and gone
I just don't know
What they've been on?
I read the info,
I'm moving on.

I love the music
The stuff I like
But here they like
What they just like
And I don't like
The stuff they like
And now I'm wrong
Because of the pong

I once did work in
a fast-food joint
Where I handled pattie
But not that patty.
Now I look at pattie
And think of happy
But its really tatty
I'll become meat pattie!

The walk in refigerator
There are many a pattie
But beyond that point
There is no point?
Patties are patties
And those that survive
Make good food for Patty!
Yum-yum...yum-yum!

:) :D

Nice. Very nice. ;)


Those Beautiful Eyes.
I will always remember the very first time that I touched your skin, the love from your eyes filled me completely within.

Oh, those beautiful eyes, they reached into my soul, filling me with love, making me whole.

Oh, how I ached to be free, free to love you, the way that I knew you loved me.

I can still feel the touch of your kiss on the tip of my nose, a tender moment with a delicate rose.

Those beautiful eyes, they melted me so, for when touched by candlelight they sparked into a luminous glow.

How I really did wish to be free, so that I could let myself love you, the way that I knew you loved me.

I am forever aware of the warmth of your skin, the scent of your hair, deeply breathed in.

Oh, those loving eyes that saw all my pains and knew that my heart was covered in chains.

I still remember our very last row, it haunts me still, even now.

Oh, those wonderful eyes that started to cry, I wanted to hide, I wanted to die.

How I wished that I could just allow myself to be free, free to love you the way that I knew you loved me.

Through those beautiful eyes a valuable lesson just had to be learned, for no more bridges could ever be burned.

Oh, your beautiful eyes, they stirred me within, a search for my truth I had to begin.

For how can we truly be free from our handcuffs and chains if we lack the courage to accept our spiritual gains?

If I didn't know better I would think you where talking about that Mongolian Princess I met on that hill.

She touched my hand and filled me with love.
A gentle touch from heaven above.

Where a hole was in my heart
Where the pain would always start

But know I have something I never had before
A favorite memory that I will always store

Days have come and days may go
But my love for her will always grow.

Shock the Karma

[raggie]

If I didn't know better I would think you where talking about that Mongolian Princess I met on that hill.

She touched my hand and filled me with love.
A gentle touch from heaven above.

Where a hole was in my heart
Where the pain would always start

But know I have something I never had before
A favorite memory that I will always store

Days have come and days may go
But my love for her will always grow.

Shock the Karma

well she didn't tell me she was a princess, maybe she didn't want to impress.

I didn't notice her tiara or her national dress, my head was too much of a mess.

I was insecure, prone to jealously and emotionally ill, I bet when she wasn't with me she was with you on that hill.

[mattcle1]

I'm just a lurker here but I saw this thread and have literally hundreds of poems and free writings hiding away few have seen. May as well share them :D


picking up the shrapnel from a distance silence that is put through our minds
with the use of
illuminating lights and a touch only few are aware
that is wrong, not left
or right
or even while looking from stories above what we can see
they only begin shattering as they fall

leaving-nothing-but-a-casket

with no one to mourn the stubborn love,
at least their fingers won't get tired
while a sleepless smile still watches over,
wondering when the words from the giant
will create the quakes and waves that send everything away - but nothing changes in my head
except the laughter of shadows burnt into the ground

when i walk in empty places

[paz98]

Another Boring Logic 'One'

Some say "I am the rule but not the exception."
I say "I am the exception and not the rule."
But there is a rule that is encapsulated within the exception.
That makes the exception a part of the rule.

[raggie]

Greetings Earthlings.....
Erm, contained herein are the chanellings of Raggie, I am an alien goose from the planet MeAr SeIsTo BaGgIe.

Erm, we sometimes hide our eyes because the birds try to peck em and we always say erm because we are taught by the monks from the priory of Saint Beckham.

Erm I come here at this time, so a new world may begin, I could do with a cuddle, because I tripped on the way in.

I have come to tell you that you can never be free, as long as you desire to resemble the knee of a bee.

Erm, we know that you like to think that you are better by far, and the smaller the willy, the bigger the car.

Erm, we have heard that pride precedes a fall, that's what happened to me, outside in the hall.

Erm, on the way in I shouted "YOUR QUEEN IS A LIZARD", proudly I strutted and tripped over my gizzard.

It gave me a really terrible fright, I'm not supposed to be out at this time of night.

Erm, I come to join you in your fight to be free, I'll be right back after me tea.

Erm, contained herein are the chanellings of Raggie, I am an alien goose from the planet MeAr SeIsTo BaGgIe.

[paz98]

LOL That was funny.

I am dead, I am gone
But just maybe
I might go on
In the end
But not the end
But Just maybe
I might hold on

The prison life
I've done too long
And ridicule is done and gone
I just don't know
What they've been on?
I read the info,
I'm moving on.

I love the music
The stuff I like
But here they like
What they just like
And I don't like
The stuff they like
And now I'm wrong
Because of the pong

I once did work in
a fast-food joint
Where I handled pattie
But not that patty.
Now I look at pattie
And think of happy
But its really tatty
I'll become meat pattie!

The walk in refigerator
There are many a pattie
But beyond that point
There is no point?
Patties are patties
And those that survive
Make good food for Patty!
Yum-yum...yum-yum!

Shit...this what happens when the world invite themselve to your bed:mad::(

One group wants to cluster fuck the other group and end-up raping the sleeper. Mission impossible. Run out of juice for now.

[quilliard]

Simple Simon
Living on the Spanish beach
Spotted 5 times while awake
Thought he was out of reach

Simple Simon
Gold Fettered away
I found the rat
That that has seen his last day

A trap set by himself
Maybe a pawn
But he is the connection
That will lie under the lawn

Simple Simon
To many years
But now I got you
And you are in tears

Smirk on his face
"Enjoy your tweak"
It was not funny
Just so very weak.

Shadow man Simon
Two cronies by his side
Laughing at my love
Wishing me to die

It is into the mix
And he is done.
Now it time
To live and have fun

Federed Gold
Is Simons lie
As he played so many
And watched them die

But his day has come
I've got him dead to rights
He will bother no one
As he runs from the light.

Simple Simon
Couldn't be a Pieman
As he has hate in his heart
That sours the hymen

Fire bombs pop
And a bad Charlie Manson
To many characters
But not one assassin

So it is into the mix
And he is done.
Now it time
To live and have fun

So enjoy your tweak
Loser of life
And please don't forget
To sell out your "wife".

Mom and dad disown you
You have no more family
You are on your own
Your antics where quite unmanly

Simon Simon Simple Pieman
No more sez ye
The game is over
Swinging from a limb of a tree.

It is into the mix
And he is done.
Now it time
To live and have fun

I have sent my friends
To say how do you do
Hope you like crow
With a dollop of poo.

So ride my friends
And free your souls
As Simon is busted
And this is getting old.

Shock the Karma

[paz98]

Simple Simon
Living on the Spanish beach
Spotted 5 times while awake
Thought he was out of reach

Simple Simon
Gold Fettered away
I found the rat
That that has seen his last day

A trap set by himself
Maybe a pawn
But he is the connection
That will lie under the lawn

Simple Simon
To many years
But now I got you
And you are in tears

Smirk on his face
"Enjoy your tweak"
It was not funny
Just so very weak.

Shadow man Simon
Two cronies by his side
Laughing at my love
Wishing me to die

It is into the mix
And he is done.
Now it time
To live and have fun

Federed Gold
Is Simons lie
As he played so many
And watched them die

But his day has come
I've got him dead to rights
He will bother no one
As he runs from the light.

Simple Simon
Couldn't be a Pieman
As he has hate in his heart
That sours the hymen

Fire bombs pop
And a bad Charlie Manson
To many characters
But not one assassin

So it is into the mix
And he is done.
Now it time
To live and have fun

So enjoy your tweak
Loser of life
And please don't forget
To sell out your "wife".

Mom and dad disown you
You have no more family
You are on your own
Your antics where quite unmanly

Simon Simon Simple Pieman
No more sez ye
The game is over
Swinging from a limb of a tree.

It is into the mix
And he is done.
Now it time
To live and have fun

I have sent my friends
To say how do you do
Hope you like crow
With a dollop of poo.

So ride my friends
And free your souls
As Simon is busted
And this is getting old.

Shock the Karma

Guillard,

A crime is a crime. Looking for the devil in the detail. Now there is a crime. Breaking and entering and abusing the occupant. There is abuse and love bombing; to me both the same thing. And there is racism. Well..I wasn't allowed to find someone and love them and have children with a person of choice. Tourists. Oh and the smears and character assasination! a fucking disgrace! Because of candyness...but...the wrong type!

What happened to old fashioned 'face-2-face', like knocking on someones door, in the flesh? Nah...probably not that kind of intention. Then again 'Hello I want to be your freind' sounds odd and funny. Was someone trying to help me? I was never briefed. Smells like bullshit. I'm just applying logic and reasoning. I know what you mean if that had happened. Mixed feelings on that; the knocking on the door part.

Being 'nice'...cough...I was big-time screwed over and that's all some people think, the 'nice' part. Oh I forgot I was human...I can get emotional. I think that is a concept for posh people. Well...what threat am i? I just MMOB...Mind My Own Business. Oh and domestic training...what do I need that for? Those sort of tasks are usually a 1-2 minute job. LOL.

Yeah I believe with remote mind control, people can be scripted. Like an actor. :D If you ever try and study the unix operating system, there is the OS mode switching. User and System; like public and personal. Eh?

You are dubious person. Part of the ring perhaps? The dream team? Different division? Something else? General of the Love Army? Is that Jesuit or something like that? About families, this is bullshit. A buzzword. I have a family and relations, like the people around me. Oh...I get angry. And what I meant about crossing the pond, I meant with passion. I find I like people there. The way of talking. It attracts me. Not the accent. Whatever work I put up here is a story in parts. Not the whole story. FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION here. Not instructing someone how to THINK and FEEL, that's just one form of mind control. There is an expression 'If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen' then to add 'What happens if the kitchen follows you?'. BTW I am an adult. You are PAINTING me. tutut. Its diabolical, I need a lot of humour to get through certain situations at moments in time!

Anyway woodie will get to wear the shades and get all the women and play his act. Oooo hooo. The real ones are the people that get on with their lives and not get caught up. Something I have been telling others for years!!!, when I say MYOB...I mean MYOB!!! Noone listened. Something I have been trying to do despite the interference from the controllers, the ring? Those fricking scientists and actors.

Oh have fun?..what's that go to do with anyone??? Remember MYOB??? LOL. Maybe despite this I don't feel like fun...

I think it is about people forcing themselves onto. They want to live their dreams through a proxy. Oh the beach...double killed. LOL. I mean spillage. Not bad for a 'br' monkey eh? I just steer away from some places and things.

I am not intending this to be a personal attack. I think society people and purity thinking doesnt understand, despite the abuse. cough. Maybe they are looking for an easy kill.

Whatever...

DI forum is a place to be. Do I have any value or input on this forum? Yeah I think I do.

SOVEREIGNTY, FREEDOM, LIBERTY.

P.S. - Oh...a spanish five in a poem? That is actually a 'cincotero'. A 'cincotero' is a martial arts drill. 5 strking angles and targets. I knows some people love that with a 'romantic' notion. But actually quite deadly, intended for an opponent. But please read the poem again, about the enemy in this; not people or humans! and that is what it was...a poem. Oh...how about a beach in Thailand or pacific? Why does it have to be in spain? Left, Left, Left, Right, Right, Right. Tragedy. Shittieness. noy soy kastila. no mas. power2losgentes. I'm trying here. [hands in the air, blah, walking off in the other direction]

[mountain]

Here is a poem I wrote last year. David Icke might not like it, I challenge him :D

Illusion

They say that everything is illusion
are my questioning eyes decieving me?
Those realms I thrust myself into
all around me but just barely touching
Static caressing against my skin
then seeping into my layers and my core
igniting the flames that simmer deep within
I long to fly again, I long to soar

My eyes are closed tightly
a familiar face and voice whispers
calling me like a wolf calls the moon
so that the Earth can gently kiss her
She'll move the waters and ripple waves
winds encircle around with spiral rings
I shall fly to where you lie as day fades
trusting my elemental azure wings

Paranoramic landscapes in my view
great structures looming in the night
Bustling cities, people are literally grounded
No other beings are in astral flight
There you are I feel your presence
amongst little critters in rollicking fields
If I swoop down in my natural essence
reassure me that my feral soul you'll wield

If everything is illusion why is that
we can embrace one another and lie down
while the whole world slumbers as they walk
while we are living in the past and now
How can we ride the same currents
and soar together on the same frequency
If everything is illusion, I fancy
there would be no more you and me ...

http://nowpic.com/upload/files/2011-03/3a2fb099.jpg (http://nowpic.com/)

[thommo]

Here is a poem I wrote last year. David Icke might not like it, I challenge him :D

Illusion

They say that everything is illusion
are my questioning eyes decieving me?
Those realms I thrust myself into
all around me but just barely touching
Static caressing against my skin
then seeping into my layers and my core
igniting the flames that simmer deep within
I long to fly again, I long to soar

My eyes are closed tightly
a familiar face and voice whispers
calling me like a wolf calls the moon
so that the Earth can gently kiss her
She'll move the waters and ripple waves
winds encircle around with spiral rings
I shall fly to where you lie as day fades
trusting my elemental azure wings

Paranoramic landscapes in my view
great structures looming in the night
Bustling cities, people are literally grounded
No other beings are in astral flight
There you are I feel your presence
amongst little critters in rollicking fields
If I swoop down in my natural essence
reassure me that my feral soul you'll wield

If everything is illusion why is that
we can embrace one another and lie down
while the whole world slumbers as they walk
while we are living in the past and now
How can we ride the same currents
and soar together on the same frequency
If everything is illusion, I fancy
there would be no more you and me ...

http://nowpic.com/upload/files/2011-03/3a2fb099.jpg (http://nowpic.com/)

:cool: I really enjoyed that. Thanks :)

[notthisshitagain]

Here is a poem I wrote last year. David Icke might not like it, I challenge him :D

Illusion

They say that everything is illusion
are my questioning eyes decieving me?
Those realms I thrust myself into
all around me but just barely touching
Static caressing against my skin
then seeping into my layers and my core
igniting the flames that simmer deep within
I long to fly again, I long to soar

My eyes are closed tightly
a familiar face and voice whispers
calling me like a wolf calls the moon
so that the Earth can gently kiss her
She'll move the waters and ripple waves
winds encircle around with spiral rings
I shall fly to where you lie as day fades
trusting my elemental azure wings

Paranoramic landscapes in my view
great structures looming in the night
Bustling cities, people are literally grounded
No other beings are in astral flight
There you are I feel your presence
amongst little critters in rollicking fields
If I swoop down in my natural essence
reassure me that my feral soul you'll wield

If everything is illusion why is that
we can embrace one another and lie down
while the whole world slumbers as they walk
while we are living in the past and now
How can we ride the same currents
and soar together on the same frequency
If everything is illusion, I fancy
there would be no more you and me ...

http://nowpic.com/upload/files/2011-03/3a2fb099.jpg (http://nowpic.com/)


That's awesome, sis!

Pretty poetry from a pretty flower <3

[ftil]

Here is a poem I wrote last year. David Icke might not like it, I challenge him :D

Illusion

They say that everything is illusion
are my questioning eyes decieving me?
Those realms I thrust myself into
all around me but just barely touching
Static caressing against my skin
then seeping into my layers and my core
igniting the flames that simmer deep within
I long to fly again, I long to soar

My eyes are closed tightly
a familiar face and voice whispers
calling me like a wolf calls the moon
so that the Earth can gently kiss her
She'll move the waters and ripple waves
winds encircle around with spiral rings
I shall fly to where you lie as day fades
trusting my elemental azure wings

Paranoramic landscapes in my view
great structures looming in the night
Bustling cities, people are literally grounded
No other beings are in astral flight
There you are I feel your presence
amongst little critters in rollicking fields
If I swoop down in my natural essence
reassure me that my feral soul you'll wield

If everything is illusion why is that
we can embrace one another and lie down
while the whole world slumbers as they walk
while we are living in the past and now
How can we ride the same currents
and soar together on the same frequency
If everything is illusion, I fancy
there would be no more you and me ...

http://nowpic.com/upload/files/2011-03/3a2fb099.jpg (http://nowpic.com/)

Yes! We feel and we are fully alive. Thanks.:)

[mrindigo]

Here is a poem I wrote last year. David Icke might not like it, I challenge him :D

Illusion

They say that everything is illusion
are my questioning eyes decieving me?
Those realms I thrust myself into
all around me but just barely touching
Static caressing against my skin
then seeping into my layers and my core
igniting the flames that simmer deep within
I long to fly again, I long to soar

My eyes are closed tightly
a familiar face and voice whispers
calling me like a wolf calls the moon
so that the Earth can gently kiss her
She'll move the waters and ripple waves
winds encircle around with spiral rings
I shall fly to where you lie as day fades
trusting my elemental azure wings

Paranoramic landscapes in my view
great structures looming in the night
Bustling cities, people are literally grounded
No other beings are in astral flight
There you are I feel your presence
amongst little critters in rollicking fields
If I swoop down in my natural essence
reassure me that my feral soul you'll wield

If everything is illusion why is that
we can embrace one another and lie down
while the whole world slumbers as they walk
while we are living in the past and now
How can we ride the same currents
and soar together on the same frequency
If everything is illusion, I fancy
there would be no more you and me ...


Bravo, simply beautiful! :)

[mountain]

Many thanks for the kind words yall! I am very pleased :)

Much love and many blessings x x <3

[lilith light]

Mountain that was lovely.
Though illusion means deceptive appearance.
Embrace it as a reality.

I take it you astral travel. :)
Everything with meaning contadicts.

Guillard,

A crime is a crime. Looking for the devil in the detail. Now there is a crime. Breaking and entering and abusing the occupant. There is abuse and love bombing; to me both the same thing. And there is racism. Well..I wasn't allowed to find someone and love them and have children with a person of choice. Tourists. Oh and the smears and character assasination! a fucking disgrace! Because of candyness...but...the wrong type!

What happened to old fashioned 'face-2-face', like knocking on someones door, in the flesh? Nah...probably not that kind of intention. Then again 'Hello I want to be your freind' sounds odd and funny. Was someone trying to help me? I was never briefed. Smells like bullshit. I'm just applying logic and reasoning. I know what you mean if that had happened. Mixed feelings on that; the knocking on the door part.

Being 'nice'...cough...I was big-time screwed over and that's all some people think, the 'nice' part. Oh I forgot I was human...I can get emotional. I think that is a concept for posh people. Well...what threat am i? I just MMOB...Mind My Own Business. Oh and domestic training...what do I need that for? Those sort of tasks are usually a 1-2 minute job. LOL.

Yeah I believe with remote mind control, people can be scripted. Like an actor. :D If you ever try and study the unix operating system, there is the OS mode switching. User and System; like public and personal. Eh?

You are dubious person. Part of the ring perhaps? The dream team? Different division? Something else? General of the Love Army? Is that Jesuit or something like that? About families, this is bullshit. A buzzword. I have a family and relations, like the people around me. Oh...I get angry. And what I meant about crossing the pond, I meant with passion. I find I like people there. The way of talking. It attracts me. Not the accent. Whatever work I put up here is a story in parts. Not the whole story. FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION here. Not instructing someone how to THINK and FEEL, that's just one form of mind control. There is an expression 'If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen' then to add 'What happens if the kitchen follows you?'. BTW I am an adult. You are PAINTING me. tutut. Its diabolical, I need a lot of humour to get through certain situations at moments in time!

Anyway woodie will get to wear the shades and get all the women and play his act. Oooo hooo. The real ones are the people that get on with their lives and not get caught up. Something I have been telling others for years!!!, when I say MYOB...I mean MYOB!!! Noone listened. Something I have been trying to do despite the interference from the controllers, the ring? Those fricking scientists and actors.

Oh have fun?..what's that go to do with anyone??? Remember MYOB??? LOL. Maybe despite this I don't feel like fun...

I think it is about people forcing themselves onto. They want to live their dreams through a proxy. Oh the beach...double killed. LOL. I mean spillage. Not bad for a 'br' monkey eh? I just steer away from some places and things.

I am not intending this to be a personal attack. I think society people and purity thinking doesnt understand, despite the abuse. cough. Maybe they are looking for an easy kill.

Whatever...

DI forum is a place to be. Do I have any value or input on this forum? Yeah I think I do.

SOVEREIGNTY, FREEDOM, LIBERTY.

P.S. - Oh...a spanish five in a poem? That is actually a 'cincotero'. A 'cincotero' is a martial arts drill. 5 strking angles and targets. I knows some people love that with a 'romantic' notion. But actually quite deadly, intended for an opponent. But please read the poem again, about the enemy in this; not people or humans! and that is what it was...a poem. Oh...how about a beach in Thailand or pacific? Why does it have to be in spain? Left, Left, Left, Right, Right, Right. Tragedy. Shittieness. noy soy kastila. no mas. power2losgentes. I'm trying here. [hands in the air, blah, walking off in the other direction]

Is this a poem, or are you insane? :/

[paz98]

A poem? what do you think? Not a poem, just a response to the poster previous. Am I insane? at times I get mad with unreasonable people, and I am not referring to Guillard, just others. Its like stopping the militarization of space, but I'm running trying to keep the military out.

BTW mountain that was a brilliant poem.

It clicked with me, we have our own way to get to the top of the mountain or somewhere else.

Whatever. Candy days are over.

[thommo]

The Cleggeron

By thommo

The Cleggeron is an evil beast like sclerosis of the liver,
the policies you voted for gone drifting down the river.
Promises to the student class to buy their precious vote,
the ConDem coalition leaders now just stand and gloat.
The people are now protesting they're marching on the street,
so the Cleggeron empowers police to search everyone they meet!
Our finances were none too good when the Cleggeron took control,
so he'll tax us all to death to keep the gambling banks' pay roll.
We saw it happen in the states with Obama's lies of 'change',
and now the lies have spread to us it's reach is quite long range.
Now the Cleggerons after Libya and it's making my blood boil,
what is this beast prepared to do to keep it's deal on oil?
Watch them on the BBC and study their demeanour,
everything's about oil and war sod all for Fukushima!
Six reactors have now reached meltdown with radiation pouring out,
but Libya gets the headlines as oil and arms they hold more clout.
We nuked Japan to end the war they were the first and last,
and now they suffer like before in memories of the past.
The Cleggeron will soon reveal it's ultimate betrayal,
just don't rely on the BBC for an accurate portrayal.
If the Cleggeron is the ConDem brains then Osborne is the arse,
I'm sure the world has had a laugh at his recent budget farce.
There's now a referendum on how these idiots are elected,
yet on handing our power to Europe the request for one rejected!
I feel so full of sorrow at the direction we all are going,
and most of us will simply follow whilst never really knowing.
The nightmare we are living in which we're running from the beast,
is the Cleggeron projected for their Luciferian feast.

[mr stoppitall]

It is way too late to stop the rider
Hidden for so long without his steed
He retreated into darkness although there was no need

The list of guilty drew larger
the Judgement would not last long
A deliverance that would be final
held within the riders song

When he sings, no-one will notice
When did such darkness ever care
His love will penetrate them
No matter what, no matter where

:)

[raggie]

The Cleggeron

By thommo

The Cleggeron is an evil beast like sclerosis of the liver,
the policies you voted for gone drifting down the river.
Promises to the student class to buy their precious vote,
the ConDem coalition leaders now just stand and gloat.
The people are now protesting they're marching on the street,
so the Cleggeron empowers police to search everyone they meet!
Our finances were none too good when the Cleggeron took control,
so he'll tax us all to death o keep the gambling banks' pay roll.
We saw it happen in the states with Obama's lies of 'change',
and now the lies have spread to us it's reach is quite long range.
Now the Cleggerons after Libya and it's making my blood boil,
what is this beast prepared to do to keep it's deal on oil?
Watch them on the BBC and study their demeanour,
everything's about waran oil sod all for Fukushima!
Six reactors have now reached meltdown with radiation pouring out,
but Libya gets the headlines as oil and arms they hold more clout.
We nuked Japan to end the war they were the first and last,
and now they suffer like before in memories of the past.
The Cleggeron will soon reveal it's ultimate betrayal,
just don't rely on the BBC for an accurate portrayal.
If the Cleggeron is the ConDem brains then Osborne is the arse,
I'm sure the world has had a laugh at his recent budget farce.
There's now a referendum on how these idiots are elected,
yet on handing our power to Europe the request for one rejected!
I feel so full of sorrow at the direction we all are going,
and most of us will simply follow whilst never really knowing.
The nightmare we are living in which we're running from the beast,
is the Cleggeron projected for their Luciferian feast.

Brilliant.

[thommo]

Brilliant.

:D Cheers Raggie.

How you doing? I'm trying to get Kas to put your poems up on the site (but she is too busy writing her own poem that she wants to put on there :)) My mum has gone nuts about 'Our Children'! She wants it posted on facebook and twitter. I said good luck to her putting it on there cos I haven't got a clue lol.

Should get them on there tonight hopefully. Your poems are doing really well and geting quite a few hits :D

Take care my friend

thommo

[raggie]

:D Cheers Raggie.

How you doing? I'm trying to get Kas to put your poems up on the site (but she is too busy writing her own poem that she wants to put on there :)) My mum has gone nuts about 'Our Children'! She wants it posted on facebook and twitter. I said good luck to her putting it on there cos I haven't got a clue lol.

Should get them on there tonight hopefully. Your poems are doing really well and geting quite a few hits :D

Take care my friend

thommo

I'm chugging along. Taking some time out to reflect as to where I am and where I have been. I have enjoyed messing about with words and fancy trying to take it to another level. I've got no idea if I can do it and I am going to have a go anyway. I enjoyed writing Nightmare and Angelic. I want to get punchier without losing the love somehow. I don't want it to be candy I want it to be space dust, the sweet that pops in your mouth lol. I find it difficult to get my head around writing from a vulnerable place without being swamped by it. I have heard of twitter and I have never been near it so good luck. I think the last three poems from you have been brilliant. I loved mountain's too. Having not read much poetry I am really enjoying this thread. Regards.

[lilith light]

space dust a ;)
That conjures up a mood.

Yes, some of these poems are really good.
Perhaps you should think about sticking a copyright sign beneath them.
Before someone steals them and gets it published. heheh

[edelweiss pirate]

space dust a ;)
That conjures up a mood.

Yes, some of these poems are really good.
Perhaps you should think about sticking a copyright sign beneath them.
Before someone steals them and gets it published. heheh

Copyright is inherent when someone creates something.

You don't need to stick a symbol on something to earn copyright and it always makes me smile when I see people who have written something plaster the C symbol everywhere....

Copy right is the right of the writer. As soon as you've written something, you have copyright automatically.

When there is a problem is when someone can't prove copyright and show that they wrote it first.

In this instance it would be easy to prove.... since these posts are all dated.

But I feel your fears are unnecessary..... There's no money in poetry so who'd bother nicking them?

[raggie]

space dust a ;)
That conjures up a mood.

Yes, some of these poems are really good.
Perhaps you should think about sticking a copyright sign beneath them.
Before someone steals them and gets it published. heheh

is lack of copyright going to become a problem at some point? I presumed that once they were published here that was the end of it. Am I skipping into a hole somewhere?

[edelweiss pirate]

is lack of copyright going to become a problem at some point? I presumed that once they were published here that was the end of it. Am I skipping into a hole somewhere?

Agreed.

[lilith light]

hehe

Well I was sortof joking & trying to be complimentary of your works at the same time, but didn't know it was inherent.
So thanks for that info pirate!

It would seem you do have your uses afterall. ;p

[edelweiss pirate]

hehe

Well I was sortof joking & trying to be complimentary of your works at the same time, but didn't know it was inherent.
So thanks for that info pirate!

It would seem you do have your uses afterall. ;p

Yep.

I hope life's treating you well.

[domathy]

The Cleggeron

By thommo

The Cleggeron is an evil beast like sclerosis of the liver,
the policies you voted for gone drifting down the river.
Promises to the student class to buy their precious vote,
the ConDem coalition leaders now just stand and gloat.
The people are now protesting they're marching on the street,
so the Cleggeron empowers police to search everyone they meet!
Our finances were none too good when the Cleggeron took control,
so he'll tax us all to death to keep the gambling banks' pay roll.
We saw it happen in the states with Obama's lies of 'change',
and now the lies have spread to us it's reach is quite long range.
Now the Cleggerons after Libya and it's making my blood boil,
what is this beast prepared to do to keep it's deal on oil?
Watch them on the BBC and study their demeanour,
everything's about waran oil sod all for Fukushima!
Six reactors have now reached meltdown with radiation pouring out,
but Libya gets the headlines as oil and arms they hold more clout.
We nuked Japan to end the war they were the first and last,
and now they suffer like before in memories of the past.
The Cleggeron will soon reveal it's ultimate betrayal,
just don't rely on the BBC for an accurate portrayal.
If the Cleggeron is the ConDem brains then Osborne is the arse,
I'm sure the world has had a laugh at his recent budget farce.
There's now a referendum on how these idiots are elected,
yet on handing our power to Europe the request for one rejected!
I feel so full of sorrow at the direction we all are going,
and most of us will simply follow whilst never really knowing.
The nightmare we are living in which we're running from the beast,
is the Cleggeron projected for their Luciferian feast.

Awesome :D

[lilith light]

Yep.

I hope life's treating you well.

Yes Pirate, thankyou and likewise

I try to live for the present.
Maybe it's wrong to do so.
But that way one can easily forgive, have no regrets
and not become bitter in this more than often
seemingly cruel world.

I don't think I will ever grow-up pirate
and quite frankly, I don't want to! :)

How bout you?
Maybe you could express it in a poem for us?

[atkins]

i garner divine energy in this special esoteric place with limitless horizons.
Celestial energy i feel is so white.
It permeates my aura with light.
A source that nourishes my soul and builds my might.
I bask in my own universe with delight.

[edelweiss pirate]

I don't think I will ever grow-up pirate
and quite frankly, I don't want to! :)

How bout you?
Maybe you could express it in a poem for us?

Thanks.... I'll work on it.... It's a good theme.... and one close to my heart.

[thommo]

Wrote this last night. Hope you enjoy.

Where's The Money In Peace

By thommo


My wife asked me a question "Where's the money in peace?"
Our deficit goes up as our war costs increase.
Follow the money and see where it goes,
and there's the answer to war as our Government knows.
The weapons they create designed to kill wound and maim,
sold to both sides it's the name of their game.
Without all the wars what would the news networks feed?
And what would be the headlines of the papers we read?
"Today some people fell deeply in love",
or maybe "The truth about the aliens above".
If peace was declared all these companies would go bust,
so the wars must continue however unjust.
With peace all around we could all work together,
supporting our neighbours whatever the weather.
The money we spend on killing in war,
could be put to good use in feeding the poor.
Scientists could concentrate on on working for our good,
the way that the ancients had hoped that they would.
The enemy of peace always seems to be wealth,
the same could be said for the war on our health.
So then where is the money to be made out of peace?
It's a concept to forget when we gain our release.
Peace doesn't cost money it's a loving belief,
an end to all suffering a human relief.
The concept of peace is not out of our reach,
if we start with the young and the way that we teach.
Peace still has a chance not all hope is lost,
but we'll only acheive it by discounting the cost.

[shocker]

Another fine masterpeice Thommo, and very poignant indeed.

Great work, I always enjoy reading what you write :)

[thommo]

Another fine masterpeice Thommo, and very poignant indeed.

Great work, I always enjoy reading what you write :)

Thanks Shocker :D

I have to say it is really cool to be able to post them on here and get some honest feedback. I find it really inspiring to see what other people are writing :cool:

[thommo]

This is a poem I wrote last night. It is very personal to me but I thought I'd share it.

My Sun

By thommo


You walked out of my life when you were just eight,
through the jealous guidance of your mothers' hate.
I've never believed that you did it by choice,
the words that you said had your mothers voice.
Our lives have moved on and we spend them apart,
but it's happiness and love that I feel in my heart.
You're still 'Little Thommo' in his cricket club shirt,
us power sliding through puddles getting covered in dirt.
On the Jumping Jack at Paultons in weather so sunny,
you yelled to the crowd 'it makes my willie feel funny'.
Standing on the bridge we would wait for a train,
keeping you protected from the wind and the rain.
I hoped that your mum had moved on with her life,
but she soon proved me wrong when Kas became my wife.
Five years have now gone since those times that we had,
but I've not given up hope of hearing you say 'Dad'.
One day you will find me and I hope that you do,
because there are so many things I would like to tell you.
Beware of the fury of a woman scourned,
she acted the way my solicitor warned.
At the end of the day when all is said and done,
I love you no matter you'll always be my sun.
You still have your family they won't turn their back,
they often ask questions about their cousin called Jack.
There's no pressure on you time is still on your side,
on your journey through life there's a long way to ride.
Know that I'm happy and my head is held high,
and I have all the answers when you start asking why.

[sequinda]

The Seeds of Love.
We plant the seed and watch it grow, we do not want evil Monsanto.
We nurture these seeds and tend their needs, for we know our seeds.
The elite they want their demon seed, to kill the people is what they need.
We are the priests and the priestesses, not the satanists in their ceremonial dresses.
We are equal, we are all love, we all contain emotions alongside our devotions.
We are no longer scared to cross the stream, for the truth has been seen.
We are the seeds of love that are scattered around the world, upon the breeze we will be twirled.

[raggie]

Grow Up?
When I was young I knew life as a prism,to me it didn't seem like a prison. Me and me mates made battering rams out of discarded old prams, built without a divider, we called them a guider. Race down a steep hill with a sharp corner at the bottom, free in my youth, no cares to be forgotten. Walk through the door all scruffy and giddy, laughing at Dave who just missed an old biddy. Dad on his way home having done all that he was able. Mum? Doris Day laying the table. Bangers and mash for our tea. Grow up? Nah, it's just not for me. Dad was all broken and beaten he went for a wash after we'd eaten. He'd come down no longer smelly, sit and watch telly. All of a sudden the dog would bark, "popman's here" me sister would hark. So off to meet a bloke who looked like Yoda for a bottle of cream soda. Glass in hand and smile on face into the tent I would race. There we sat me and me sister, squeezing a spot and poking a blister. Those were the days that I felt free. Grow up? Nah, fuck it, it's not for me. Whenever I had any type of infection me mum would provide the healing connection, and even though she loved every picture I painted, our love eventually became tainted. I had gone a bit barmy, it was all to do with being in the army. The last time I saw her it didn't go well. In fact it was hell. A final expression into depression. Grow up? Nah, fuck it, it's not for me. When I look around what do I see? Grown up slaves pretending to be free, and whenever you shake your baby rattle you remind me we are nothing but cattle. Give it a number two, three or four, soldier or not you are still in a war.

[thommo]

Grow Up?
When I was young I knew life as a prism,to me it didn't seem like a prison. Me and me mates made battering rams out of discarded old prams, built without a divider, we called them a guider. Race down a steep hill with a sharp corner at the bottom, free in my youth, no cares to be forgotten. Walk through the door all scruffy and giddy, laughing at Dave who just missed an old biddy. Dad on his way home having done all that he was able. Mum? Doris Day laying the table. Bangers and mash for our tea. Grow up? Nah, it's just not for me. Dad was all broken and beaten he went for a wash after we'd eaten. He'd come down no longer smelly, sit and watch telly. All of a sudden the dog would bark, "popman's here" me sister would hark. So off to meet a bloke who looked like Yoda for a bottle of cream soda. Glass in hand and smile on face into the tent I would race. There we sat me and me sister, squeezing a spot and poking a blister. Those were the days that I felt free. Grow up? Nah, fuck it, it's not for me. Whenever I had any type of infection me mum would provide the healing connection, and even though she loved every picture I painted, our love eventually became tainted. I had gone a bit barmy, it was all to do with being in the army. The last time I saw her it didn't go well. In fact it was hell. A final expression into depression. Grow up? Nah, fuck it, it's not for me. When I look around what do I see? Grown up slaves pretending to be free, and whenever you shake your baby rattle you remind me we are nothing but cattle. Give it a number two, three or four, soldier or not you are still in a war.

Growing up's not for me either :D

Like it :cool:

[raggie]

"let your heart be as light as a feather"
Beautiful Child.
There is a beautiful boy who lives within, with a passion so strong it scorches his skin. There is an innocent child living inside, the one that the peadies took for a ride. There is a beautiful boy who lives within, he has nothing but love for all of his kin. There is an innocent child living inside, surely it's not only our leaders who have lied? There is a beautiful boy who lives within, he's as bright as a button and as sharp as a pin. There is an innocent child living inside, for our freedom we have cried. There is a beautiful boy who lives within, his face is fixed into a permanent grin. There is an innocent child living inside, chips under our skin they're trying to slide. There is a beautiful boy who lives within, he will always be pure and never know sin. There is an innocent child living inside, unshackled from shame and unfettered through pride. There is a beautiful boy who lives within. I will never give up. I will never give in.

[edelweiss pirate]

A rambling poem about trying not to grow up.

Lying on my back as lazy and useless as the day I was born,
No work today... far too hung over
Still too drunk to even make it to my desk for my morning nap
No responsibilities in sight
Sometimes I would like to play the alpha male
Be the head of the tribe,
The breadwinner
Be ‘all that and a bag of crisps’
Someone’s chicken dinner,
My own children racing around on the floor
And me trying to keep up.
But is it what I want?
I don’t know.
I define myself more by what I don’t want,
I don’t want hassle or stress
I don’t want a wife who shouts, when I’ve left the kitchen in a mess,
I don’t want to be trapped in a terraced prison,
I don’t want to be frozen into a permanent forced smile of
‘The husband’.
I want to be a kid.
Eternally cared for and care free,
Loved by a benign overseer who watches my every move
From whose eye nothing escapes
Our Father loves his children....
But some have left home and don’t return his calls,
But I’m not to enamoured of life here on Earth,

Seems to me to cost more than its worth,
Merely to survive on your own is hard enough,
Keeping myself in whisky, foreign sunshine and an internet connection,
Requires all my efforts, well.. not all,
But as much as I am willing to give
Without killing or corrupting myself
I like to think I am young, and try to pass myself off as such,
Eternally 18, free of childhood but still a child,
But my dad saw right through it bless him,
He reminded me that 34 is not young anymore,
And I felt I’d finally ran out of excuses,
But his advice is the soundest, stay ‘happy go lucky’,
Cause he knew the value of what he himself had lost,
And don’t get sucked into something just for the sex:
It doesn’t last.
So I live in a world which I refuse to take seriously,
The bosses whose authority I trample
The orders I joyfully refuse,
The rules I happily break again and again,
The advice I ignore, as if being given from one madman to another,
I see people worn down with worry and concern,
Held over a barrel by debt
Knowing they will obey
And play ball
And work for the system,
Paying their all,
In taxes, fees, charges and bills,
To fund the swindlers’ casino
And ring up the more loot for the bankers tills,
And if they refuse, the mantra sings:
'Your home is at risk' if you fall behind on things.

So all I want are these days of my youth in the sunshine.

The world can keep the rest.

[raggie]

A rambling poem about trying not to grow up.
good one, enjoyed it. Honest and true. How are you doing?

[paloem]

Wrote this last night. Hope you enjoy.

Where's The Money In Peace

By thommo


My wife asked me a question "Where's the money in peace?"
Our deficit goes up as our war costs increase.
Follow the money and see where it goes,
and there's the answer to war as our Government knows.
The weapons they create designed to kill wound and maim,
sold to both sides it's the name of their game.
Without all the wars what would the news networks feed?
And what would be the headlines of the papers we read?
"Today some people fell deeply in love",
or maybe "The truth about the aliens above".
If peace was declared all these companies would go bust,
so the wars must continue however unjust.
With peace all around we could all work together,
supporting our neighbours whatever the weather.
The money we spend on killing in war,
could be put to good use in feeding the poor.
Scientists could concentrate on on working for our good,
the way that the ancients had hoped that they would.
The enemy of peace always seems to be wealth,
the same could be said for the war on our health.
So then where is the money to be made out of peace?
It's a concept to forget when we gain our release.
Peace doesn't cost money it's a loving belief,
an end to all suffering a human relief.
The concept of peace is not out of our reach,
if we start with the young and the way that we teach.
Peace still has a chance not all hope is lost,
but we'll only acheive it by discounting the cost.

great reading thommo

loved waiting for yoda , an is bottle of soda

[vajradhatu]

Wire in the Field
Come close and I'll tell you a secret:
The rain is slowly killing me.

I who mimic branches
I who protect the little blue flowers

I who am slow violence
I who am creeping malevolence

I who have known electricity
I do not care for your type

Worship me
Worship me and I will grow.

[paz98]

Wire in the Field
Come close and I'll tell you a secret:
The rain is slowly killing me.

I who mimic branches
I who protect the little blue flowers

I who am slow violence
I who am creeping malevolence

I who have known electricity
I do not care for your type

Worship me
Worship me and I will grow.

interesting poem

[thommo]

Hi All,

Just to let you know that I have added a load of new poems to my site :cool: A couple of Raggies' are on there and poems from a couple of other poets. Please have a look at them/site and let me know what you think.

Cheers :D

[raggie]

Hi All,

Just to let you know that I have added a load of new poems to my site :cool:

hey up thommo, I have had a look and enjoyed the visit. I have heard a rumour you are to be poet laureate. If it means you get to meet the Queen, you know what to do. I have been ambulance chasing on the mental illness thread and came up with this.
Mind Fleas.
The medication was eroding my dedication to be free, draining the ME out of me. A chemical strait-jacket to live in, see a white coat and give in, fall onto my knees. A new session was starting, my head was farting, it was full of mind fleas. They were chewing the wires in a headfull of liars that pretended to care for me. My pills for depression danced in a pyramidical way. Void of expression, seduced into suppression, joining the pharmaceutical sway. Around a square table, tossed a loose label, told they all care about me. Words smothered in butter, still called me a nutter, never a slave aching to be free. The fleas chewing the wires, bats in the spires, how could it be? How to remain sane when led from the heart to an illusion of the brain? The madness, the sadness, the children that cry. Never more tense when nothing made sense and how could it? I live in a lie. Politicians are liars, vicars shag choirs and papers sell sleaze. Live out our fables in tune with our labels, just anything to please. A chemical strait-jacket to live in, see a white coat and give in, falling down to our knees. The opinions, the theories, the intrusive queries, a half hearted wave from a chemical slave. The jitters, the squitters, through the eye of a needle a creature called Smeagol, barking on a hot tin roof, surrounded by lies, never the truth. Nature is dying, there is some truth in the lying. The clouds they are normal, this meeting is informal but we will still record all that you say. A chemical strait-jacket to live in, see a white coat and give in, falling down to our knees. A short description followed by a long prescription to keep awareness at bay.. Within forty eight hours kiss goodbye to your powers and start doing the chemical sway. The world will still be an illusion, stuffed full of confusion, it is designed that way.

[thommo]

hey up thommo, I have had a look and enjoyed the visit. I have heard a rumour you are to be poet laureate. If it means you get to meet the Queen, you know what to do. I have been ambulance chasing on the mental illness thread and came up with this.
Mind Fleas.
The medication was eroding my dedication to be free, draining the ME out of me. A chemical strait-jacket to live in, see a white coat and give in, fall onto my knees. A new session was starting, my head was farting, it was full of mind fleas. They were chewing the wires in a headfull of liars that pretended to care for me. My pills for depression danced in a pyramidical way. Void of expression, seduced into suppression, joining the pharmaceutical sway. Around a square table, tossed a loose label, told they all care about me. Words smothered in butter, still called me a nutter, never a slave aching to be free. The fleas chewing the wires, bats in the spires, how could it be? How to remain sane when led from the heart to an illusion of the brain? The madness, the sadness, the children that cry. Never more tense when nothing made sense and how could it? I live in a lie. Politicians are liars, vicars shag choirs and papers sell sleaze. Live out our fables in tune with our labels, just anything to please. A chemical strait-jacket to live in, see a white coat and give in, falling down to our knees. The opinions, the theories, the intrusive queries, a half hearted wave from a chemical slave. The jitters, the squitters, through the eye of a needle a creature called Smeagol, barking on a hot tin roof, surrounded by lies, never the truth. Nature is dying, there is some truth in the lying. The clouds they are normal, this meeting is informal but we will still record all that you say. A chemical strait-jacket to live in, see a white coat and give in, falling down to our knees. A short description followed by a long prescription to keep awareness at bay.. Within forty eight hours kiss goodbye to your powers and start doing the chemical sway. The world will still be an illusion, stuffed full of confusion, it is designed that way.

:D:D:D:D

Raggie that is absolutely brilliant!

Rings an awful lot of bells for Kas and I, your words are very true. Shout if you want it posted, it would be a pleasure (i've already got some images in mind ;) )

Thought you were going through poets block!!! Glad to see it was very short lived.

I found nightmare, kas is just about to post it!

[piskavac]

I don't know whether translation of this poet is best done, but temporarily can't fint better.

This lyrics is written by Croatian poetess Vesna Parun (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vesna_Parun)

You Whose Hands Are
More Innocent Than Mine



You whose hands are more innocent than mine
and who is as wise as nonchalance
and who removes slow shadows of doubts
from his face
like the spring wind removes
shadows of clouds floating over the hill.

If your hug gives courage to the heart
and your thighs stop the pain,
if your name gives peace
to his thoughts, and your throat
a shade to his berth
and the night of your voice, an orchard
still untouched by storms.

Then stay beside him
and be more devoted than anyone else
who loved him before you.

Fear the echo approaching
the innocent love nests.

And be gentle with his dream
bellow the invisible mountain
at the edge of the soughing sea.

Walk around his coast. Be seen
by sorrowful dolphins.

Wander around his woods. Kind lizards
wont do you any harm.

And the thirsty snakes that I tamed
will be humble before you.

May the birds that I kept warm sing to you
in the nights of sharp frost.

May the boy that I protected from
stalkers on a deserted road
caress you

May the flowers that I watered with your tears
bring fragrance to you.

I didn’t witness the best years
of his manhood. His fertility
I haven’t received in my bosom
ravaged by looks
from cattle drivers at fairs
and from greedy thieves.

I will never take care
of his children. And the stories
that I’ve prepared for them long ago
I might tell, crying,
to little miserable bears
abandoned in black forest.

You whose hands are more innocent than mine
be gentle with his dream
that remained harmless.

But let me see him
his face when strange yearsstart to come down on it.

And tell me sometimes a thing or twoabout him
so that I don’t have to ask strangers
who find me silly, and neighbors
who pity my patience.

You whose hands are more innocent than mine,
stay beside his pillow
and be gentle with his dream!



What to say on this pure deepness and beauty. Tears almost fell down my face every time I read this.

[raggie]

:D:D:D:D

Raggie that is absolutely brilliant!

Rings an awful lot of bells for Kas and I, your words are very true. Shout if you want it posted, it would be a pleasure (i've already got some images in mind ;) )

Thought you were going through poets block!!! Glad to see it was very short lived.

I found nightmare, kas is just about to post it!

thanks thommo, please put it on your site. Glad you found nightmare, I don't have the room on my phone to keep copies and the only version exists here. I did get blocked. It's a combination of lack of self belief and paranoia that keeps me quiet. How do people know inside themselves that what they have written is actually any good? Thanks for your feedback and as the poems come I will keep shoving them up. Take care.

[ponzi nemesis]

As flowers are beautiful and yet they fall
Who could remain constant in this world?
Today let us transcend the high mountain of transience
There will be no more shallow dreaming no more drunkenness.

[thommo]

I don't know whether translation of this poet is best done, but temporarily can't fint better.

This lyrics is written by Croatian poetess Vesna Parun (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vesna_Parun)





What to say on this pure deepness and beauty. Tears almost fell down my face every time I read this.

That is a beautiful poem indeed. Thanks for posting it :)

[thommo]

thanks thommo, please put it on your site. Glad you found nightmare, I don't have the room on my phone to keep copies and the only version exists here. I did get blocked. It's a combination of lack of self belief and paranoia that keeps me quiet. How do people know inside themselves that what they have written is actually any good? Thanks for your feedback and as the poems come I will keep shoving them up. Take care.

I don't know if what I write is any good. It makes sense to me, so I put it out there and hope it makes sense to someone else :-) I was too fearful of putting my poems out there for years. Thought people would laugh at me (I'm sure some of my previous friends/colleagues are) but most have been really supportive. What I have realised is that it doesn't actually matter. It's what you feel inside that counts.

You have no worries about your poems being any good Raggie. You write from the heart and it's there for all to see. You manage to touch on areas most of us can't. Keep it going.

It's nice to see this threadhas really picked up again. Thought I'd killed it after posting My Sun!

Much respect to everyone that post on this thread. :cool:

[raggie]

Thanks, I will be fine, maybe it is a sign of getting older, a temporary blip, me and the chip upon my shoulder. All will be well and the love will swell, may even become a little bit bolder. If my mind doesn't crack, I will definately be back for I intend to shout louder and louder.

[thommo]

Thanks, I will be fine, maybe it is a sign of getting older, a temporary blip, me and the chip upon my shoulder. All will be well and the love will swell, may even become a little bit bolder. If my mind doesn't crack, I will definately be back for I intend to shout louder and louder.

:cool:

[raggie]

One Day.
A golden orb floats up from the ocean, frost on a branch expires with a spikey wet motion, the sun drips like honey inside of my head while I sit in awe of a delicate thread. The moss on the stones whisper come hither, the pearls on the web shiver and quiver. Butterflys dance over the rocks that stand ever so patient, rugged and worn, incredibly ancient. A salt scented breeze rustles the trees. Those pearls in the web enchanting my soul, the beauty of nature keeping me whole. Foaming white horses riding the crest of a wave, the water receding revealing a cave, shiny cold water covering the walls, into a hole with cavernous halls. Slimey old seaweed and salty old smells, broken up crabs and beautiful shells. Peering into the damp and the gloom, looking for a seahorse lacking a groom. Seduced by the sound of a breaking wave into the daylight and out of the cave. Barefoot across the sand to run, splashing and playing under the sun. Childlike innocence playing all day, reluctant to leave, wanting to stay. One day not far out of reach, no longer a slave, I will return to this beach. I will shed hot tears onto the sands and remember the day the whole world held hands.

[thommo]

One Day.
A golden orb floats up from the ocean, frost on a branch expires with a spikey wet motion, the sun drips like honey inside of my head while I sit in awe of a delicate thread. The moss on the stones whisper come hither, the pearls on the web shiver and quiver. Butterflys dance over the rocks that stand ever so patient, rugged and worn, incredibly ancient. A salt scented breeze rustles the trees. Those pearls in the web enchanting my soul, the beauty of nature keeping me whole. Foaming white horses riding the crest of a wave, the water receding revealing a cave, shiny cold water covering the walls, into a hole with cavernous halls. Slimey old seaweed and salty old smells, broken up crabs and beautiful shells. Peering into the damp and the gloom, looking for a seahorse lacking a groom. Seduced by the sound of a breaking wave into the daylight and out of the cave. Barefoot across the sand to run, splashing and playing under the sun. Childlike innocence playing all day, reluctant to leave, wanting to stay. One day not far out of reach, no longer a slave, I will return to this beach. I will shed hot tears onto the sands and remember the day the whole world held hands.


That sounds like it was a fantastic day. I think that's the best poem you've written :) I could picture every bit of it and it's made me feel happy!

[raggie]

That sounds like it was a fantastic day. I think that's the best poem you've written :) I could picture every bit of it and it's made me feel happy!

Thanks. I enjoyed writing it. It made me feel happy too.

[vajradhatu]

I don't write very much poetry at all, probably one decent poem every five years or so! This one is about coming home after a BUddhist retreat.

Post Ten Pillars

The sky is brown
There are no birds
Just the roaring hum
Of ancient, distant traffic
And a lone siren wailing its violin into the night

Welcome back to the heart of the city
Welcome home
You are a stranger to us all

[thommo]

Hi All,

I've posted some new poems on my site (I've not posted mine anywhere yet) and have made some adjustments to the home page. Please have a look and let me know what you think. :D :cool:

Peace, Love & Respect

[thommo]

Hi All, hope you all had a good weekend and enjoyed the sunshine :D I'm on twitter now, @conspoetry

My sister requested I write her a spiritual/meaningful poem as she is a medium and uses them. Anyway, I digress. Let me know what you think (if it's crap I won't show her :))

Consciousness

By thommo


Consciousness and Spirit the two are akin,
they’re both the white light that we all have within.
It flows through our bodies and some call it the soul,
but until it flows freely you’ll never quite feel whole.
We are beings of light our vibrations set high,
when we reach the right frequency see through our third eye.
This light that we share it connects us as one,
it flows all around us like the rays of the sun.
The energy will speak to you so listen to your heart,
but learning to listen is the difficult part.
Though when you connect your whole world will seem right,
you’ll know knowledge and wisdom come from your own light.
Pure love in your heart and no concept of fear,
knowing and feeling missed loved ones are near.
My body is a vessel and I don’t see it as me,
I’m what flows inside what the Chinese call Chi.
When you look at nature do you really connect?
Is the path that you’re choosing really correct?
The emotion of love has the highest vibration,
it will lift every spirit in every nation.
The time is approaching when all consciousness will wake,
and the chains that enslave us are going to break.
Listen to your heart and open your mind,
and you’ll get to the answers you’re trying to find.
The ancients foretold that there would be a sign,
when the centre of the galaxy and the planets align.
The wheels are in motion there is no need to hide,
with Peace, Love and Respect just enjoy the ride.

[raggie]

(if it's crap I won't show her :))

Consciousness

By thommo


Consciousness and Spirit the two are akin,
they’re both the white light that we all have within.
It flows through our bodies and some call it the soul,
but until it flows freely you’ll never quite feel whole.
We are beings of light our vibrations set high,
when we reach the right frequency see through our third eye.
This light that we share it connects us as one,
it flows all around us like the rays of the sun.
The energy will speak to you so listen to your heart,
but learning to listen is the difficult part.
Though when you connect your whole world will seem right,
you’ll know knowledge and wisdom come from your own light.
Pure love in your heart and no concept of fear,
knowing and feeling missed loved ones are near.
My body is a vessel and I don’t see it as me,
I’m what flows inside what the Chinese call Chi.
When you look at nature do you really connect?
Is the path that you’re choosing really correct?
The emotion of love has the highest vibration,
it will lift every spirit in every nation.
The time is approaching when all consciousness will wake,
and the chains that enslave us are going to break.
Listen to your heart and open your mind,
and you’ll get to the answers you’re trying to find.
The ancients foretold that there would be a sign,
when the centre of the galaxy and the planets align.
The wheels are in motion there is no need to hide,
with Peace, Love and Respect just enjoy the ride.[/QUOTE]

go on son, sock it to her. It's good, you know it is, surely.......

[thommo]

Morning All. Was sitting in the sun and wrote the following this morning (chem trails are looking wonderful I have to say :mad:).

Your Family Your Choice

By thommo


The elderly aren’t a drain on our wealth,
because they are old and suffer ill health.
In a nursing home they are left all alone,
their children might visit and they promised they’d phone.
What did they do to be treated like this?
and what have we done to become so remiss?
They worked all their lives and they fought in our wars,
and watched their children grow up to be corporate whores.
A quick taste of money and we’re in debt to our ears,
we’re owned by ‘the system’ and it feeds all our fears.
Our parents could help us if family came first,
if we let go of our fear of the corporate thirst.
They’re the roots of the family and we need them to grow,
and they have the knowledge that we need to know.
So keep that in mind when work makes your choices,
and when the system is deaf to our elderly voices.
Are the banks more important than your Mum and Dad?
If the answer is yes then the future is sad!
But for many that read this the answer is no,
you must listen to your heart for the right way to go.
Money is the control which splits families apart,
we’re programmed to yearn it when the adverts start.
Take a look at your life and see how you’re controlled,
step away from the remote and watch the real news unfold.
Stay close to your family they need your support,
you’re more than a number on a company report.
Fill your hearts up with love don’t fill them with lust,
who cares if the banks in this world all go bust?
Cut through the façade with a surgical knife,
wake up to the fact that you own your life.
So don’t acquiesce if the system is wrong,
make the right choices that you’ve known all along.

[edelweiss pirate]

Hashish

The treacly toffee thick sluggishness that weighs anchor into comfortable furniture
And prevents anything but lazy paralysis.
Every thought that goes unsaid
Every minute more I spend in bed
I’m high and dry in an agony of waste.

[thommo]

Hashish

The treacly toffee thick sluggishness that weighs anchor into comfortable furniture
And prevents anything but lazy paralysis.
Every thought that goes unsaid
Every minute more I spend in bed
I’m high and dry in an agony of waste.

:cool: I fancy a smoke now:)

[raggie]

This is for your sister thommo, spark up a big fat one, fondly stroke a mars bar and lay back.

Love Lies Bleeding.

In the gentle shade of a velvety night, delicate pathways, are traced into sight. Surrendered to love, given up, given in, neon bubbles pop under my skin. Scented flowers sigh, in the breeze around their bed, and a kaleidoscope of colour, flows into my head. Emptying my mind, and flooding my heart, the ties that bind me, falling apart. Laid out, inside this warm velvety night, my love it lies bleeding, it lies bleeding, bleeding into the light, I am floating along guided by love, protected and held, in a spiritual glove, the brilliant colours that drip from the flowers, begin to cascade, in rainbow showers. The song of my being, melts into a liquid sound, and all who are one, gather around. United together through an electrical connection, a quantum charge providing direction, the thought of home, slides into my sight, while my love lies bleeding, it lies bleeding, bleeding into the light. This moment of love, all that exists, even though others, try to persist. I am connected to you, connected to me, a quantum spark setting us free. Flowing along as winds flow across sands, each one of us a grain, a grain holding hands. Floating along with the flow of the ride, the power of our love, never denied, a fluid concoction, giving up and letting go, the only true option. Riding the rapids and riding the falls, the scent of our love, breathed into the walls, we are connected together, forever, getting higher, connected to love, connected, to beautiful Gaia, on a journey, that promises ever so much, to travel far beyond, the realm, of taste, sight and touch. Connected together in a powerfull way, a true force of nature, keeping fear at bay. White waves of truth, crash and lap, on to the beach, the unity of one, always within reach. The honesty of our love increases it's shine, the nearer we are, to the finishing line, and all through this warm velvety night, our love, it lies bleeding, it lies bleeding, bleeding, into a beautiful light.

[thommo]

This is for your sister thommo, spark up a big fat one, fondly stroke a mars bar and lay back.

Love Lies Bleeding.

In the gentle shade of a velvety night, delicate pathways, are traced into sight. Surrendered to love, given up, given in, neon bubbles pop under my skin. Scented flowers sigh, in the breeze around their bed, and a kaleidoscope of colour, flows into my head. Emptying my mind, and flooding my heart, the ties that bind me, falling apart. Laid out, inside this warm velvety night, my love it lies bleeding, it lies bleeding, bleeding into the light, I am floating along guided by love, protected and held, in a spiritual glove, the brilliant colours that drip from the flowers, begin to cascade, in rainbow showers. The song of my being, melts into a liquid sound, and all who are one, gather around. United together through an electrical connection, a quantum charge providing direction, the thought of home, slides into my sight, while my love lies bleeding, it lies bleeding, bleeding into the light. This moment of love, all that exists, even though others, try to persist. I am connected to you, connected to me, a quantum spark setting us free. Flowing along as winds flow across sands, each one of us a grain, a grain holding hands. Floating along with the flow of the ride, the power of our love, never denied, a fluid concoction, giving up and letting go, the only true option. Riding the rapids and riding the falls, the scent of our love, breathed into the walls, we are connected together, forever, getting higher, connected to love, connected, to beautiful Gaia, on a journey, that promises ever so much, to travel far beyond, the realm, of taste, sight and touch. Connected together in a powerfull way, a true force of nature, keeping fear at bay. White waves of truth, crash and lap, on to the beach, the unity of one, always within reach. The honesty of our love increases it's shine, the nearer we are, to the finishing line, and all through this warm velvety night, our love, it lies bleeding, it lies bleeding, bleeding, into a beautiful light.

Wow! :D

[thommo]

The 2011 Pay Day Protests

By thommo


The Pay Day protests of 2011,
when the banking cartels all departed for heaven.
We withdrew all our cash the day we were paid,
our foundation for freedom that moment was laid.
It spread round the world in a digital flash,
the message was out ‘withdraw all your cash’.
They switched off their machines and locked all their doors,
the governments revealed as the banks’ mercantile whores.
News networks cried about the damage being done,
our resilience buoyed up by the change in the sun.
It all crashed so suddenly the corporations went bust,
and our currency creation put back in our trust.
It was all done so peacefully no riots at all,
we all stayed at home to answer the call.
Society moved on with the freedom of love,
and the technology acquired from those up above.
It’s for me to decide if I wake from this dream,
I’m just describing a future I’ve seen.

[theabominablephenomenon]

Work

Me & work went for a shandy,
I said, 'you're just too demanding, my head is burnt to a crisp!'
'but I come in handy,' said work with a serpentine lisp.
But work couldn't take his shandy like a man,
and admitted of himself, he wasn't a fan...
So continuing to wallow in his own sorrow,
work itself didn't turn in tomorrow.

[raggie]

Vera Shepherd.

Once upon a bygone era, there lived a shepherd, whose name was Vera. She sang to her sheep on the white cliffs of Dover, fired them all up and sent them all over. In the name of a Rothschild, they are all dead. In the name of Baphomet, a prince will be wed. Incredibly loyal and terminally stupid, the sheep, always flock, when satan plays cupid. Baa, baa fuckwits, their stupidity is spreading, the sheep are having, a right royal wedding. To party in the street, as free as a slave, tied to the state from cradle to grave. While a great beast, sits waiting to carve, children go hungry, waiting to starve. On the menu, entree a la regina, prepubescent breasts with peeled vagina. The pope will, squeeze out, a bloody great fart, while the assembled guests, fight over a heart, and the hopefull singing, of dear old Vera, is driving the sheep to the cliff, nearer and nearer. To give up their lives, and all their free will, so they may toast, a sinister Bill. They drink to his kingdom and drink to his bravery. They drink to his freedom and drink to their slavery, while on the balcony, lizards, bask in the sun, and the sheep gather below, having such fun. They have bought a few mugs, even a gnome, lost all of their money, even their home. Brainwashed into buying, all of the crap, for the right to sup poison, out of a tap. Baa, baa fuckwits, how blind can they be? If they swallow this shit. They will never be free. Incredibly loyal and terminally stupid, the sheep always gather, when satan plays cupid. Even Saint George has put down his bong, sold you and I out, and done them a song. Oh sure the profits all go to a charity, from Jesus to child, devoid of all clarity. Oh they just love, taking more of our money, taking the piss, and finding it funny. Baa, baa fuckwits, it's funny no more, get up off your knees, get up off the floor. Incredibly loyal and terminally stupid, the sheep always gather, when satan plays cupid. This future king, with his position and power, pretended to be homeless for over an hour. So now the homeless are in for a treat, get hypnotised in the church, then thrown back onto the street. Oh this prince, champion of the people, funded by the poor, far from the steeple. He will stand, alongside his brother, surrounded by those, that murdered their mother and upon Roodmas eve, a grand climax, given room to breathe, for the feast of the beast, is not given to hinder, the appetite of the one, with the title of Pindar, and everyone hopes, that the bride won't be too late, for it's Baphomet himself, who has set up the date. Once upon a bygone era, there lived a shepherd, whose name was Vera. She sang to her sheep on the white cliffs of Dover, fired them all up and sent them all over. In the name of a Rothschild they are all dead. In the name of all evil, a prince will be wed.

[thommo]

Raggie, I said in my email, that is absolutely superb! :D:D:D:D Will add it asap.

The homepage has been updated on the website! Have a look.

[thommo]

Raggie, I said in my email, that is absolutely superb! :D:D:D:D Will add it asap.

The homepage has been updated on the website! Have a look.

Hi all, Raggies' poem is now on my site. Enjoy:D

[raggie]

Raggie, I said in my email, that is absolutely superb! :D:D:D:D Will add it asap.

The homepage has been updated on the website! Have a look.

cheers mate.

[billywatsontv]

This is a poem I wrote the day after September 11th when I was sick of seeing the planes fly into the buildings repeatedly ad infinitum.

I am a deeply caring person but I couldn’t give a fuck
About winning any competition, cause competitions suck
Rangers, Celtic, England, Scotland, who cares who is the best
We are all one consciousness, let’s lay duality to rest

For I was born into a world where people think they’re free
Fighting with each other to climb an imaginary tree
Well, I can’t take it anymore; I have to speak the truth
And if you don’t believe me, you are the living proof

When are we going to learn that peace cannot be won
It can only be withdrawn by a patriotic gun
For in this game of life we are all God’s chosen players
And love surely is the answer to all our secret prayers

Our destiny stands before us, alone and in great pain
We have a choice to make my friends, do we want the same again?
We create our future by how we choose to think
So why not evolve our minds to escape our animalistic clink?

For the world is just a reflection of what we’re trying to hide
The chaos and the turmoil that’s going on inside
So let’s dig it up and have a look then leave it all behind
There really is no other way to obtain some peace of mind

You will feel much better when you burn your football strip
Although for some time after you may have an unstable bottom lip
In the end it’s for the best for there only is one team
And that’s humanity together in its collective conscious dream

I mean, wouldn’t it be great to connect with one another
Without the barriers of division, religion, creed or colour
Where time was never an issue, so no work at 9 o’clock
Realising in every moment that true love is all we’ve got

We fragmented soldiers could all unite together to investigate our mind
Awakened people would then be curious to see what they could find
Reality would be shaken to a deeper more real depth
And we could all remember fondly the dream that we just left

If you are interested I recently made a video to match these words which you can view here (http://billywatsontv.com/billy-watson/duality-love/).

Thanks

Billy

[shadowangel]

BLACK MIRROR


Black mirror
A million pieces on the floor all with their own scenarios
I puzzle it back together
I’m looking in
A million lives looking back at me

This is my story
The jury is still out on my glory
Now I know how much I loved
Why didn’t anyone let me know
Why make a believer out of me
Just before I had to leave

I resorted to withdrawing into
The phantoms of my inner
Incanted by the conjuring of light bringer
Black mirror

This is my story
Facing a fight I have lost before
Its decision time
I am first to step in the arena
And I’m fine

In the seize of the black mamba
I suffocate in
This last chaos of clarity
I’m creating in
I’ll never extract a breath again
If it means
Not craving the geometry in its audacious secrecy

This is my story
A million pieces on the floor all with their own intentions
I puzzle it back together
Looking in, a million me
All with their own interpretations
After all that’s what I’m here for
Tell me all you know
Black mirror.

[raggie]

Pray Tell.

Go on then, tell me how far I am allowed to walk, how fast I can run, and who I have to obey? For I pay all my bills, swallow bitter pills, never have frills and dance to your tune everyday. Yet still, you openly fight, with all of your might, my infinate right to peacefully lay. Who says it is you that I must obey? You have played with my mind, you and your kind are going to find that there isn't a hole deep enough for you to stay. I am going to be, free on this land, where a wave of my hand will strike up the band, and you will have seen your very last day. Maybe it is me, that you should obey. What about those, who lie for the cash, so their followers may dash, for the intimate rash, that comes from an manipulative lay? Or the spiritual crooks with their misleading books that are starting to look more obvious each day? Is it one of them I must obey? Tell me again how far I may walk, how fast I can run and how I should cowardly lay. Remember that even those who use tanks, so those that own banks, can treat us like planks, have a price they will ultimately pay, and President Obama who has wheeled out a previously deceased Osama, will face the true karma of the lies he has brought into play. The deceit of his birth cannot be worth, the size of the girth that circles the lie in decay. Is it he, who I must obey? Tell me again how far I may walk, how fast I may run in this world without fun. However, do not think for a minute, that I am going to bin it, for I am in it to win it and I will be having my say. I was nowt but a tyke when I started on Icke, and I really do like, that more of us are turning up each day. We are climbing out of our self, relieved of our wealth, even suffering ill health will not stop us joining the fray. For beyond all the internet chatter and parasitical natter the sun is beaming down matter and Gaia will certainly be having her say. She will provide all of the proof that this is no spoof and ultimate truth, is well on it's way. So if I were you, I would be moving along, jogging right on, for you do not belong, in the truth of today. So go on then, tell me how far I am allowed to walk, how fast I can run, and who I have to obey? One of us will be disapointed today.

[don coyote]

There once was a boy from Nantucket,
Whose Dick was so long, he could suck it.
He said with a grin,
As he wiped off his chin...

If my ear was a Pussy, I'd ...um.......

.....well, ...you know. :rolleyes:

[paz98]

There once was a boy from Nantucket,
Whose Dick was so long, he could suck it.
He said with a grin,
As he wiped off his chin...

If my ear was a Pussy, I'd ...um.......

.....well, ...you know. :rolleyes:

LOL! that was great!

[raggie]

There was a young woman from Nori, who fell into a deep quarry, she fell on her back, opened her crack and a fella backed in with his lorry.

[fishonwheels]

Give me a reason; give me a sign
to give you a hand, when you bite mine.
snakes and ladders, but with no die.
I'd rather have, a world without eyes.

[211200]

When all this madness has come and gone
When left and right become right and wrong
The roads all lead to the same place
I quietly slip by, I leave no trace

Outside the traffic roars
I dream of a beach with sandy shores
When does this life truly begin?
Sitting alone, with walls closing in

I am hiding in my room
I hope to see you soon
As the world spins outside
Inside I’m ready, to jump from this ride

[thommo]

Hi all,

Hope you enjoy :D


Epic

By thommo


Last night I watched the speech by Obama,
announcing the killing of their operative Osama.
Shot twice in the head and then buried at sea,
manufactured evidence there’s certain to be.
They sat in the Whitehouse and watched every shot,
a new snuff film for the elite and that matters a lot.
We’re now back on alert for a terror attack,
the death of Bin Laden won’t bring our troops back.
The war must go on as there’s money to be made,
contracts have been signed and the mercenaries paid.
What now for the database that started this war,
will the Americans think that they’ve evened the score?
Don’t be deceived by the images released,
there’s no ‘body’ available to prove he’s deceased.
Our leaders are liars of that there’s no doubt,
the attack on the towers isn’t what it’s about.
The finger of blame now points at Pakistan,
next on the list in the globalist plan?
But will Pakistan give the ‘Yanks’ a big shiner,
and change their dependence from America to China?
Is the new Roman empire coming to an end,
now the will of the masses it can no longer bend?
In New York they are celebrating as if they have won,
a decade after the damage was done.
This world is now changing incredibly fast,
the dark forces agenda has been nailed to the mast.
The Georgia guide stones give us a clue,
and the wealthy believe they are the lucky few.
Israeli warplanes are now based in Iraq,
ready to launch the Iranian attack.
For some the end time is now drawing near,
but if you’re pure of heart you’ve no need to fear.
The new age that’s coming cannot be stopped,
the bubble of suppression is going to be popped.
Democracy and politics have caused untold damage,
the morals behind them are those of a savage.
Japan’s being destroyed and it’s people will die,
HAARP is being used but the question is why?
Huge storms in the States has left hundreds of dead,
man made global warming the experts have said.
The Middle East is in chaos all caused by the west,
the man in the Whitehouse always knows best.
With Fractional Reserve banking the west is now broke,
the banks’ halos have slipped and they’re starting to choke.
The UK is in drought and is catching on fire,
reflecting ours leaders destructive desire.
The Illuminati can’t have many more tricks up their sleeve,
they’re running out of time that I truly believe.
Look at the big picture and start joining the dots,
with peace love and respect we will tie them in knots.
Don’t be afraid when the system does crash,
the future of mankind isn’t dependant on cash.
Don’t let the repeaters distort and confuse,
word’s getting out like uprising by Muse.
Look deep down inside and do what is right,
don’t shackle your soul and darken your light.
The capstone will fall if we remove the base,
any Mason will tell you that is the case.
Your freedom is there in the palm of your hand,
all that we need to make our last stand.
You may think I’m naïve for the words that I say,
but at least I am trying to find a new way.
If you think I have lost it you can get on your bike,
musicians and rappers now quote David Icke!
The Kiwis and Aussies have had their arse kicked,
their crops washed away with none left to be picked.
It’s time to wake up the alarm’s going crazy,
we’ve all overslept and perception is hazy.
This lion has risen and I’m leading my pride,
there’s no chance of my running or trying to hide.
The wheels are in motion I cannot stop now,
not that I’d want to if I even knew how.
The negative amongst us still come from above,
don’t fight them with guns just send them your love.
They need to control us and keep our vibration low,
or else into the darkness all our light will flow.
If you’ve not yet woken you still have a chance,
Open your mind to the Aquarian advance.
The Lightworkers are here and they’re helping us through,
even if you don’t know it there’ll be one close to you.
The Mayan elders believe we are approaching re-birth,
a time when our minds will see a new Earth.
As we go through this transition take time to observe,
you get back what you give out it’s what you deserve.
So will a defrosted Osama simply thrown off a ship,
start the world war they’ve been trying to trip?
We must rise above it and stand up in peace,
let our light fill that darkness and so gain our release.

[raggie]

To The Rattle.

Contained, nay confined within the walls of this leathery heart of mine, wrestles a love divine. A nemesis that thunders around my bower, seeping through the cracks, where rhyme fails to connect with reason. It yearns, oh how it yearns to be free of the prison it so despises, this awkward haven it calls home. It bleeds such a sorrowful song to echo along haunted corridors where mawkish crows enter into noisy debate with careful doves. A sanctuary formed upon the bedrock of lessons long since forgotten, long since misunderstood. Seared into existence through pure scorched experience. I hoist my colours and claim this highly tensile web, borne of my own design, for 'tis truly mine. Each fibre brought to rest upon the branded silhouette of a medal unwarranted against the perceived triumphs and defeats gained in wars, fought for vanity, for all it's spoils. The engagement concluded, perchance to drink from a blooded horn, the cup of fools. The promised nectar contained within, spoiled, tainted corked. A bittersweet posion, poured from a flask contaminated through the base alchemy of it's very own potion. Served up to muddy the waters of the deep, brooding pools that lay in the depths of this leathery heart. Hark though, for this is not, to love to the rattle. A love destined for the rattle, is a love devoid of all expection. Come the rattle, come the unknown, come the rattle, come the harvest of the sown. The planetary combines of which, are aligned upon the headland, in the sky at dawn. Eager to commence the harvesting of the perfumed essence, that flows from the flowers, born of seeds long since evolved. Espied within the painted arc of the rainbow, where golden sun meets crystal, caught up in the burnished glow of a kindly glance, glistening in the sparkle of a well met gaze. No taller than simple love, no shorter than infinite love. Pressed for the oil that softens leathery hearts, allowing them to breathe, for breathe they must, 'tis breathing season. This world, this illusion, this lie is caught between the panted breaths of expectant contractions. Broken waters flood all the lands, while bloodied hands are held up for inspection. Those that did are discovering they no longer can, while those that could, still steadfastly refuse. 'Tis no matter, nor point of concern, for all will be pressed, sorted and placed according to their kind. Cards will continue to fall as petals succumbed to the terminus of their season, dancing upon chequered floors, care thee not for the chequered past, all will be reaped as all doth stand, ramrod in the moment. 'Tis time to breathe, 'tis time to receive, for we are done. No more to wrestle with desires unknown. Here we breathe upon the eve of the harvest of all seasons. Designed to gather up the tokens gained, from a thousand lifetimes, playing games of manipulated chance. The final audit at the end of the Great Game. No winner will be announced, for only a fool would claim to be the champion of being unique. The combines approach and I say to you my less visible friend, "TO THE RATTLE, TO THE RATTLE." Let us meet on the other side. 'Tis time to merely, simply breathe. Breathe we must and breathe we will, till the rattle. We are done.

[rhydra]

There will be no rest, only toil and pain, the rain falls though your bones and your breast.
The darkness has come, the sun will never return, behold the eternal rest.
Forever is long, but not long enough, to erase the memory of screams.
That inhabit your soul, nightmares and dreams, remember you are only a guest.

[paloem]

hide now be still the night is here to stay
no more we run like is our will
cast your thoughts to memories of old times past
when our hearts opened like blooms in spring
healing takes its own course
so time says it can change whats been
footprints of your minds remorse
never changing eternally remain
the choice to stay or to retrace
all that never came to pass
catching small glimpses of our true selves
is better to walk right in
draw deeply now and gird your loin
strength will return just like the morn
it is further from the truth you see
everyday is a hypocrisy if you only can believe
the what is your want to speak and tell
our character is a small fragile thing
it needs protection from even us
it should not be this way in honesty
for it can change when we want it to be
a reflection of a summers even surrounded in red orange glow
even a cold bitter winter that cant be reborn
caught between the bounds of sanity
desperation to swim to moonlit shore
where what once was is no more
is all but gone to find a new
so trouble not and walk right in
run now faster to seek your truth
are we not just animals with tools
or everlasting energy that blows in the wind
in comfort we live nothing less than perfect is enough
for some that challenge you do not fret
that last breath on deaths bed
for without love we are at loss
to forgive a scar or a mistake
to understand ourselves is a great gift
to believe it is another thing
point and shout and fall over
scream at fate for the path you walk
another day may never come
so breath deeply now and take times hand
walk slowly never run

[raggie]

hide now be still the night is here to stay
no more we run like is our will
cast your thoughts to memories of old times past
when our hearts opened like blooms in spring
healing takes its own course
so time says it can change whats been
footprints of your minds remorse
never changing eternally remain
the choice to stay or to retrace
all that never came to pass
catching small glimpses of our true selves
is better to walk right in
draw deeply now and gird your loin
strength will return just like the morn
it is further from the truth you see
everyday is a hypocrisy if you only can believe
the what is your want to speak and tell
our character is a small fragile thing
it needs protection from even us
it should not be this way in honesty
for it can change when we want it to be
a reflection of a summers even surrounded in red orange glow
even a cold bitter winter that cant be reborn
caught between the bounds of sanity
desperation to swim to moonlit shore
where what once was is no more
is all but gone to find a new
so trouble not and walk right in
run now faster to seek your truth
are we not just animals with tools
or everlasting energy that blows in the wind
in comfort we live nothing less than perfect is enough
for some that challenge you do not fret
that last breath on deaths bed
for without love we are at loss
to forgive a scar or a mistake
to understand ourselves is a great gift
to believe it is another thing
point and shout and fall over
scream at fate for the path you walk
another day may never come
so breath deeply now and take times hand
walk slowly never run

I really, really enjoyed that. Thank you.

[211200]

We’re all sisters and brothers

Within a Tribe of Many Colours

Each of us the Great I Am

Linked together hand in hand



We are the Ones we have been waiting for

Great Spirit has made this Natural Law

We are here with Earth, our Mother

We are part of one another



Sending love to one and all

To tiny plants and trees so tall

Our voiceless brethren everywhere

Mother Earth is ours to share

[edelweiss pirate]

We’re all sisters and brothers

Within a Tribe of Many Colours

Each of us the Great I Am

Linked together hand in hand



We are the Ones we have been waiting for

Great Spirit has made this Natural Law

We are here with Earth, our Mother

We are part of one another



Sending love to one and all

To tiny plants and trees so tall

Our voiceless brethren everywhere

Mother Earth is ours to share

You see, if they'd put that in the Old Testament rather than this 'God hates you and wants to destroy you' shit, then we'd live in a far nicer world.