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nightingale 23-02-2010 09:55 AM

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 23-02-2010 10:58 AM

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 26-02-2010 02:23 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by edelweiss pirate (Post 1058615043)
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.

truthspoon 28-02-2010 02:06 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by oioioi (Post 1058672333)
Like it. Like it a lot.

Cheers mate, 'preciated.

broken silence 11-03-2010 08:33 AM

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 11-03-2010 06:33 PM

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 14-03-2010 05:51 AM

Scalding Suicide Bomber
 
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

truthspoon 16-03-2010 05:11 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by gaznix (Post 1058717252)
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.

truthspoon 16-03-2010 05:13 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by gallifrey (Post 1058710952)
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 18-03-2010 04:37 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by edelweiss pirate (Post 1058724246)
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 10-03-2011 11:49 PM

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 11-03-2011 12:32 PM

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 11-03-2011 03:35 PM

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.

truthspoon 11-03-2011 04:24 PM

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:

Quote:

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 11-03-2011 04:51 PM

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 11-03-2011 04:59 PM

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 11-03-2011 05:19 PM

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?

truthspoon 11-03-2011 05:23 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by gladys (Post 1059742590)
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 11-03-2011 05:23 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by gladys (Post 1059742590)
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 11-03-2011 05:28 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by dgsd (Post 1059742538)
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.


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