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Poetry... share some of your poetry here I'll start...
"The Prophets Song" (this is one I wrote years ago now...) The Prophets Song... Anticipation on the breath of all that are here excitement built up to a screaming conclusion waiting for the happy hours with hope and expectation finally time grinds to a halt as they emerge larger than life memories come alive as our witness to this dream with stars in our eyes we listen as heavens on fire it has opened its gates to us as four prophets rock the world leaving a legacy reminding us why we came "This is the performance of a lifetime" I heard someone say while I watched and heard every note in awe wishing it would last forever knowing a peice of everyone agreed the last note played I took a breath not realising I hadn't for some time fast spiralling back to reality on a downward spin walking on the air that was beneath everyone I caught a glimpse and spoke a word in essence A dream came true ; A wish was granted as a souvineer I woke up with a drumstick in my hand waiting for the next time the prophets sing their song | |
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there once was a man fron nantu,,,oh wait sorry wrong poetry | |
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Finess said: there once was a man fron nantu,,,oh wait sorry wrong poetry
and a big for you Mach | |
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I'm glad to see a new post by you
because last time I see one you said you were through and even know it's great to have you back why did you say you were leaving, did you feel under some sort of lack? News: Prince pulls his head out his ass in the last moment.
Bad News: Prince wasted too much quality time doing so. You have those internalized issues because you want to, you like to, stop. | |
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MickG said: I'm glad to see a new post by you
because last time I see one you said you were through and even know it's great to have you back why did you say you were leaving, did you feel under some sort of lack? lets just say a big dark cloud is slowly beginning to lift | |
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Natisse said: MickG said: I'm glad to see a new post by you
because last time I see one you said you were through and even know it's great to have you back why did you say you were leaving, did you feel under some sort of lack? lets just say a big dark cloud is slowly beginning to lift those big dark clouds can be quite a shame they can bright about doubt and tocherisous pain if one stays objective the effort isn't in vain for the dark cloud I've found is what we do to our brain. News: Prince pulls his head out his ass in the last moment.
Bad News: Prince wasted too much quality time doing so. You have those internalized issues because you want to, you like to, stop. | |
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MickG said: Natisse said: lets just say a big dark cloud is slowly beginning to lift those big dark clouds can be quite a shame they can bright about doubt and tocherisous pain if one stays objective the effort isn't in vain for the dark cloud I've found is what we do to our brain. well said!! | |
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written to an old friend of mine from back in the day.
You think you're so deserving, You think you have it all, But my love, they will start laughing and jeering, when the final curtain falls, Torturous fate, no environment made, An effigy of a imago unrealized, Torturous fate, or mechanical animal, a newborn facade circumcised, And don't say I didn't warn you my sweet, for the poison of your mother's voice drags you still, To the alter of your of unscrupulous farce, And don't pretend you won't crumble , 'cause I know you will. The butt of a joke, A faint preceding the cracking of a skull, And don't you go thinking that I will be fascinated by it all, by your text book tragedy my sweet, depressing but dreadfully dull, So bask in your glory before adoring fans, for I know with that spine of yours like jelly, when witch hunt comes for you, I shall enjoy watching you slither on your fucking belly, | |
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Imago said: written to an old friend of mine from back in the day.
You think you're so deserving, You think you have it all, But my love, they will start laughing and jeering, when the final curtain falls, Torturous fate, no environment made, An effigy of a imago unrealized, Torturous fate, or mechanical animal, a newborn facade circumcised, And don't say I didn't warn you my sweet, for the poison of your mother's voice drags you still, To the alter of your of unscrupulous farce, And don't pretend you won't crumble , 'cause I know you will. The butt of a joke, A faint preceding the cracking of a skull, And don't you go thinking that I will be fascinated by it all, by your text book tragedy my sweet, depressing but dreadfully dull, So bask in your glory before adoring fans, for I know with that spine of yours like jelly, when witch hunt comes for you, I shall enjoy watching you slither on your fucking belly, | |
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Procession(ode to the mind)
Incongrous Juxtaposition these visions... unjustly... masking feelings.. time crosses(embedded this drying chest) these are the final processions that have limited the thought processes. | |
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Procession-Version 2.Virtue.
Incongrous Juxtaposition these visions that pangs- ou a visceral wail. that never seems to fail- the capturing stance unjustly..do we mask the feelings of both love and remorse instead of amending and curing we somehow make it worse. time crosses over bones i stare at you friend-this is not the end i hope these are the final processions that i have limited the thought processes.. end. (they were done in a sorta of surreal expirement-my apologies for arcane writtings) | |
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Imago said: written to an old friend of mine from back in the day.
You think you're so deserving, You think you have it all, But my love, they will start laughing and jeering, when the final curtain falls, Torturous fate, no environment made, An effigy of a imago unrealized, Torturous fate, or mechanical animal, a newborn facade circumcised, And don't say I didn't warn you my sweet, for the poison of your mother's voice drags you still, To the alter of your of unscrupulous farce, And don't pretend you won't crumble , 'cause I know you will. The butt of a joke, A faint preceding the cracking of a skull, And don't you go thinking that I will be fascinated by it all, by your text book tragedy my sweet, depressing but dreadfully dull, So bask in your glory before adoring fans, for I know with that spine of yours like jelly, when witch hunt comes for you, I shall enjoy watching you slither on your fucking belly, WTF? No "lips around my penis"? | |
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Untitled
Twenty suicidal tendencies a day, Tired but yet old. Bed-ridden, and animated only in sporadic, violent oscillation, And looking every one of my years two-fold. "The seventeenth 'last time' will be the easiest", I joked. The doctor was not amused and his whole countenance frowned. I croaked. From lip to brow and back again, a wave of disapproval. "What are we going to do with you?", he said. "I don't know, but if you give me a cigarette I'll be your best friend." He took his frown and rose from beside my bed. I croaked again and drifted off to sleep, smiling foolishly to the end. | |
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Anger
Balcony bound, to pace and to simmer, To think complication into catastrophe, Mistake into malice, solacer to sinner. Maybe, just maybe, it was me? | |
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Fauxie said: Untitled
Twenty suicidal tendencies a day, Tired but yet old. Bed-ridden, and animated only in sporadic, violent oscillation, And looking every one of my years two-fold. "The seventeenth 'last time' will be the easiest", I joked. The doctor was not amused and his whole countenance frowned. I croaked. From lip to brow and back again, a wave of disapproval. "What are we going to do with you?", he said. "I don't know, but if you give me a cigarette I'll be your best friend." He took his frown and rose from beside my bed. I croaked again and drifted off to sleep, smiling foolishly to the end. your sounds more surreal than mines...i have no talent! | |
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Sincerely, Please Don't Die
I heard you calling out last night. Oh tell me, did you fall? 'Twas raining hard, and more besides, I was watching football. Your family were not at home, and didn't rush to your aid? Your boastful tongue has cost you that, as now their loyalty fades. They never knew the man you are, but now the murmurs grow. Blood is only so thick, and thus, in time you'll reap what was sown, A bitter, vile crop that sheds your skin, laid bare to all. Sincerely please don't die because I'd rather watch you fall. All simple myspace blog stuff. | |
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weepingwall said: Fauxie said: your sounds more surreal than mines...i have no talent! Not true. And mine's not really surreal. It's really very straightforward and literal. | |
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i have heaps of the stuff. 8 notebooks full of song lyrics and poetry in fact.
some of it good, some of it bad. but i'll find some of the bad stuff for you guys. | |
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my more highbrow stuff:
There once was an Asianbomb, Whose heritage was yankychong. His mind was American, His heart was Thai, And sadly so was his shlong. | |
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THINE AND MINE
Glistening sharks are listening up While you’re spreading butter on your asphalt cup Pour the cash into the windmill again As the sea breezes past at half-past 10 Massive telescope pointed at your nether regions Talking slow and out of reason Nothing unusual happening Float like a fabulous gentleman While I’m dropping off topics at the game of bridge Milking phrases from a milkbar casually Keeping messages in my head momentarily Undergraduate of the pre-emptive guess Coming down with burning hot brightlessness Spreading chocolate sprinkles on a piece of bread Taking everything seriously When she confiscates your flight of fantasy I’ll be contacting everyone to leave them alone I’ll be cloying for a piece of birthday cake For the moment I’ll sit back and salivate While the Confessor professes professionally With the clearest view of shadowing the clarity I smell the sense of cheese in what you’re asking me So I’m bending over backwards to stand up straight My floodlights filter all that hate Like a disapproving gumtree Feeling the small town mentalist ambivalence While I’m passing through the city of heinousness Never really knowing quite what she meant As the testimonies settled down to pitch a tent Pure massacre neutering everyone’s lunch hour All the eunuchs of yesterday’s healing power Get up and march to the rhythm of the madness Speaking nasty on the lack of anything posing as better With a poignant song played by the Great Forgetter Kids are happy and healthy with Han Solo Cause the “grown-ups” wear their gowns while walking around And they take no blame for anything and why should they have to? Exactly. So the bubblegum peels off the packaging slowly To reveal the magic mayhem of some macaroni Respecting everything that don’t give a care Cause you slept in the car, afraid of bears (They found him languishing with oblivion Considering all the fickle flippancy we’re living in) Now they’re lost in a multiplex of pseudo-macho Surrounded by a coughing fit, giving a lecture on lassos Hosed down by all the fashion glitterati Leaving themselves on the dancefloor all wide-open Body-popping to sirens of sympathy Polishing the glibness of reality Rubbing shoulders while I’m handcuffed here in sandwich wrap Then I’m chained to the comfort of a distant fizzle While a million people wake up simultaneously I’d love to pack my bags and go travelling And the crickets and birds speak in harmony As you snuff out the new elaborateness you’re after And your imagination’s broadcast at the stadium It feels hard to feel like you’re really thinking, then… Screaming in the fields of atrocious frowns Embracing all the things you’ve seen in your town As the lights flash and sirens blare when you do right And all you wanna do is swing on a tire She’s break-dancing down at the billabong Doing some artwork in a pink and white bikini/thong But you don’t want anyone to think you’re crazy so You’re gonna love it all despite being lazy Everything’s quiet on the North Western front Sneering like a snail without common sense Funny little feeling tonight of fitting in Looking like a need to get high Taking home what I know is right Believing when I look to the sky but still grounded. When you’re lost and they’re caustically laughing so hard It seems handy to be joyous and distant at such times; thine and mine. Green and gold, red white and blue I love me, we love you Floating off with a leprous breeze Shaking hands with everything Floating off with a flightless bird Tasmanian tiger with a relaxed expression drinking wine Waterfall made of urine Scum of the limits of misgivings Take me back to that new place at last Where we’ll forget everything fast. | |
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. [Edited 8/9/06 1:52am] | |
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lol that scaredf you all off real good!!! | |
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mrdespues said: lol that scaredf you all off real good!!!
no its not you John don't worry | |
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Natisse said: mrdespues said: lol that scaredf you all off real good!!!
no its not you John don't worry heheh | |
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PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES
Send it on a boat, far, far away Put it on a train, leaving today Pack up your troubles Feed 'em to the wilderness, all around Stick 'em in a suitcase, buried in the ground Pack up your troubles Pack up your troubles, baby Dump 'em in a canyon, filled with dynamite Put 'em in car, push that car off a cliff, late at night It'll be no trouble Nail 'em to the werewolf That's been runnin' after me Turn around quickly and Bite him on the knee 'Till he's seeing double While you take of your scurvy And I take off tonight In a spaceship, well our friendship Will be blessed by the moonlight I'll be back tomorrow | |
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IT'S JUST PART OF LIFE
All the places you've been bruised Were works in progress Have been put to good use 'Cause there's a beach on your forehead now You catchin' my drift, it wasn't my cause But unfortunately a drifter's All that I was Make it known The stage was alight Ah, but the lights were all blown And I had to sweep the broken glass From your feet I'm sorry I just can't explain I don't know why It's just part of life | |
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I've never written a poem in my life! except maybe when forced to at school | |
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ANYWAY
All the people are gettin' together Last night of your stormy weather And I'm glad that you Blew my head apart With your art It wasn't what I expected Or even what I thought might happen Now I think I'm gettin' Back to where I was Six months ago, When I was sober And I told you that things would work out Seems that I was right about that Anyway Anyway, anyway Any, any, anyway Is the word used in place of Many things that many people Might not say Like bad communication Like a slight dislocation Inarticulation Happens some days And... I stand for hinted truth and My ability to Piss out your car window At eighty miles an hour But I change my mind so often That I'm running out of options When it comes to making friends I'm still learning how to agree How to drink my beer correctly I mean, cheers to those Who helped me Although I suppose They drink as much as me (a lot) But I'm passing out much less than before Drifting through time with only one oar On my mind 'Cause she's in charge of the other side (of the boat) And we're paddling in seperate directions A new start is necessary Sometime, anytime I'm wary that it might come down to Saying "anyway..." Anyway, anyway Any, any, anyway Is the word used in place of Many things that many people Might not say . [Edited 8/9/06 2:35am] | |
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Natisse said: cool poem was here
that was about Kiss, wasn't it? . [Edited 8/9/06 2:36am] | |
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