Favourite Poems....

[China Cat Sunflower]

Time snap midnight horror
headlight Mary Magdalene
crazy paranoia
police are always watching me
maintain, maintain, maintain

Angel of the highway
dumpster urination scene
concrete revelation
in a plastic reverie
maintain, maintain, maintain

Robot brain contortion
a tiny kernel left of me
overcomplicated,
pregnant with complicity
maintain, maintain, maintain

Drinking fountain kerosene
envelope and crystalline
don’t think we’ll make it home alive
better let the addict drive
Maintain, maintain, insane



Chris

[17th Angel]

Originally Posted by Cage

17th do happen to listen to StoneSour? Cory has a poets heart, man and one of his most recent songs is frakin splendiferous, lol!

I hear yah Cage.....

Prober! Some nice ones there!! Wow... Alot more posts in this thread than I expected......

Inlove... I have gone through the poetry book I made and out of the 47 poems have found some that are suitable to put on this forum... Keep in mind they are pretty... "dark" I went through that stage as a teen. *shruggs*.


Unobtainable liberation f rom this loathsome revolting sphere,
desire of eradication or for the expiration, footsteps of fate,
forevermore subsisting amidst cryptic shadows of fear,
to dream of love except to exist with hate.

Parasitical sphere cancers prolong suppression,
for wisdom is understanding, cipher inherent numeral,
for thine is that of beast and indignation,
to take flight from the sphere is to part from the infernal.

For I am but an aggressive anthropoid,
for I am an almighty primitive predator,
to exist in sin and indulgence within the sphere of void,
rejecing mandate obligations to divine creator.

fly or fry within cerebrum seems free will decision,
thou upon the sphere they all shall burn an eternity,
for you and I shall fry in retribution,
flee upon promised paradise or banished to darkness, scandal.

For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever nevermore.

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I am what the vulnerable chid as he lays in his bed fears at twilight.
I am the bump in the darkness that makes your heartbeat race,
I am that blood-curdling scream of suffering that echoes in the night,
I am that odd sound behind the couch that makes you hide your face.

I am that cancer scan you fear to see,
I am the uncontrollable urge in your throat that makes you sick,
I am that pit in your stomach when you see that corpse,
I am that feeling when you see a homeless person not worth spit.

I am the poverty in that third world country,
I am the black plague in English history,
I am the weapon snuck on a plane by an Iraqi,
I am that influence in Nazi Germany.

I am that passionate rage where you cannot stop,
I am the ticking clock on a time bomb,
I am the smell of flesh and rot,
I am the diesease that can prolong.

I am all that you are.
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Deformed exterior verdict concludes to surpass interior empathy,
Masses gather with no discretion to glare towards malformation,
As told ere the devil receieves no sympathy.
Be they own shepard not another's sheep, the art of nonconformity.
For those with lack of openness and intelligence are the oddity,
Dare to label the strong as the monstrosity.

For you are the faint and sickly.
For you are the feeble and puny.
For you are the spineless and unsteady.
For you are the weak and flimsy.
For you are the soft and shaky.
For you are the cursed and rickety.
For you are the disgraced and cowardly.

You are forceless, powerless, nerveless, gutless and sluggish.
How can you be so lucid you foul flaccid worm..
You are placed under all of these insignia.
For we are the all-powerful and shall watch you burn.
You carry these names upon your shoulders, I will gladly carry irregular.
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As The cloak of nightfall descends upon the sphere,
Sense becomes unmistakeably defined.
A lack of light, yet a mass of fear.
Shortcut through a backalley badly timed.

The drunk, the homeless and the drugged surround.
Rape and death percentage high.
Within the distance screams for help, sinister sound.
The end of the world seems nigh.

Sound that traces your every step forces you to watch your back.
The hair-raising cold that freezes your breath.
Old ladies constantly mugged and violently attacked.
Incredible rate of car theft, the only wish to return to your haven without threat.
Alas you're being watched with every step.
My personal guarantee, every step, I bet.
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An almighty uprising of scorn,
You shall be vanquished with this storm,
For I am the righteous, from my touch you shall burn,
Within the stench of the rancid corpse you are a worm,
Exestince that prevails I spurn,
Any hope of victory shall drown,
To your false messiah your loyalty is bound,
Demonic powers for I am the hell hound,
All that rise to fly shall be brought to ground,
All that attempt to stand up shall be brought down,
Look everywhere for aid it cannot be found.
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Even your mere insignificant presnce I detest,
Is it a sin to laugh as you take a final breath?
I wish to stab, hack and slice till nothings left,
To sit in my victory for my trophy, your head.
To lay idle in feast of your flesh, which I slice merrely from your chest,
Your body destroyed and disgraced, you shall never lay in rest.
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I warned you before hand... And these were the suitable ones... I have tried since... In my more "happy" phase lol to write more poetry.... But I can't, as a teen I could pull a poem off the top of my head... Now If I try I cannot... Why is that you think???

[17th Angel]

Ok... Just tried to make a more light poem.. Havent written one for years... Be soft on your judgement of it.... lol

My Dog.

This small innocent creature with hefty ears and soppy eyes,
A package of pure energy and hyper joy, yet come night by my feet she lies.
Returning from work every eve, my humble home lay to waste, bless her as she hides.
So much to take in and learn and understand and oh how she tries.

Many moons many suns pass, this small package is no longer that,
Broad and strong, putting my legs to sleep when she slumps down upon my lap,
Still the excessive energy and panting, playing and destroying, with the occasional nap.
A heart bigger and warmer then most humans I have ever known, even loves our cats.

I will forever love her as I know she loves me,
Devoted to her pack, her family, with true loyalty,
Even though when coming home from work every night I dread what destruction I shall see,
But she is one of the family, my dear, dear, Dizzy.

[Cage]

Wow, I Love it when others share their poetry. 17th, you got some dark one's here, lol! They're very good, though!

Here's another one of mine I call it "Generations"


Generations

Without hope, and lacking love,
like warmth in a winters breeze,
frustrated, and bitter she cries
pushing away everyone she see’s.

Black streams taunt her reflection
as she wipes every tear away.
Still hoping she will meet a man,
that will somehow want to stay.

Two children hers, age 6 and 9,
know fully their mothers pain.
So desperate for a loving touch,
Yet, disappointment is all they gain.

Lost in limbo, she deny’s the joy
that her children could surely bring.
Refusing the blessings of parenthood;
out again for a one night fling.

Left all alone the children play.
Yearning for a loving home.
Together they make a family,
beneath their play house dome.

Katie, (Nine) the caring mother.
Tommy, (Six) the working dad.
Sing lullabies to their dolls.
A comfort they wish they had.

With tears in their swollen eyes,
they make themselves a bed.
Hand in hand they fall to sleep.
Cold visions within their head.

Nothing changed in their lives;
the cruelty of bitterness sown.
They now follow mothers example,
with needy children of their own.


~James~

[Cage]

Originally Posted by China Cat Sunflower

Time snap midnight horror
headlight Mary Magdalene
crazy paranoia
police are always watching me
maintain, maintain, maintain

Angel of the highway
dumpster urination scene
concrete revelation
in a plastic reverie
maintain, maintain, maintain

Robot brain contortion
a tiny kernel left of me
overcomplicated,
pregnant with complicity
maintain, maintain, maintain

Drinking fountain kerosene
envelope and crystalline
don’t think we’ll make it home alive
better let the addict drive
Maintain, maintain, insane



Chris

“Reflections of an Addict” (Parts I & II)

Part I

“The Rose”

In the failing bloom
of a wilting rose
I find the reality
of what my life has become.

Petals fall
They dry
They crumble in the cool winters breeze.

The beauty that once was
hides her passion
behind the passion of another kind,
replaced by nothing less
than total emptiness.

I bid you all to witness
the future of a foolish soul
as I gaze into this dying flower
reflecting on what I have become.

I realize now...

I was never beautiful at all.
Only in my own mind.

Thorns prevail against the flower.

Heartless
Soul-less
Lifeless

They stand firm
causing pain
to all who dare to hold my hand

Addiction is my end
It was the end of those who loved me

Ugly and now alone...

Why would anyone want to hold
a dead and lifeless rose?

Part II

“Empty”

And I remember yesterday.
It seems so long ago.
My life was full of promise,
full of hope,
and full of opportunity.

Easy dreams graced my days,
and rainbows shared
their pots of gold.
My sunset demeanor
gave me life,
and filled my youth
with brilliant color.

I remember long ago . . .
Funny, it seems like only yesterday.
Life reached out
before my eager feet
waiting for each step to take.

Walking tall, and unafraid
even as bold
as a raging bull,
I took each step
in confidence
believing in all I was.

Isn’t it funny how things can change
in what seems like a drop of a dime,
and how such confidence
can be turned inside out,
leaving a vibrant man
as cold as stone?

No more pots of gold,
or easy dreams.
No sunset demeanor
to color my days.
No more hope
to set the walking pace,
and no more boldness to carry on.

I’m empty.

[17th Angel]

lol this is indeed suprisingly fun.... That is likewise some pretty sweet poetry *pulls out a gun* Now! Everyone! Join in and make poetry!

[Cage]

lmao! *pumps shotgun*

"I'm with ya, 17th"

[17th Angel]

We have made out poets corner... Good stuff...

[InLove]

Wow. Color me impressed! This is great!

Glad to see Maya on here, Cage. And I always look forward to your stuff. As I've told you before, you paint vividly.

At the risk of appearing completely ignorant: wil, who's the author? Is it you? Anyway, good stuff.

Chris! Same question. Awesome--I mean really--I love the "headlight Mary Magdalene" thing.

Angel, oh Angel--what can I possibly say? It's great. It's so dark and angry (except for the one about Dizzy, of course, and thank you ) and heart-wrenching and bloody convicting and I was held intensely by it all.

He-he, I am feeling a bit old and unsophisticated! I'm thinking of posting some of my "darker" stuff--you know, InLove's "angry side"? I could think of some other places to do this right now, but where would that get me?

Well, maybe I'll find one this morning--we have a rehearsel later , so I can't be on here too much today.

Originally Posted by 17th Angel

I warned you before hand... And these were the suitable ones... I have tried since... In my more "happy" phase lol to write more poetry.... But I can't, as a teen I could pull a poem off the top of my head... Now If I try I cannot... Why is that you think???

I know what you mean. I don't know why there are certain times of inspiration or maybe sometimes we need a cathartic episode or something. Like most of my writing is from the 80's, but so much has happened since then that would seem to bring out the writer in me. I think it is still locked up in my head somewhere, and one of these days, it will just come pouring out. Maybe I need to take a trip--traveling that is . When I travel, it just comes out. Maybe I'm just lazy and don't write it down like I used to.

Anyway, maybe I'll stop in a while later and post something just because.

InPeace,
InLove

[17th Angel]

You just haaaave to lay down a poem !

Thanks for your words about my poetry... I am afriad the only stuff I have is like that lol... So I quickly made a nice one up, over a cup of coffee.

[InLove]

Yep. I feel them coming on soon! Just want to stop back in for the heck of and say "H.B." again to Cage, 'cause I know he is reading this!

InPeace,
InLove

[Cage]

I'll post one of my darker one's. Though, it's not nearly as dark as 17th's, lol! Good stuff, man! I Love dark scribe . . .


‘Shattered Soul’


Church bells toll glorious, and true
violent chills race up over a spine.
‘Tis a man, a sinner, unruly, and rude
the holy father he may never find.
No wisdom held in high regard
no upright walk, but wicked way.
Tattered from his death, posing as birth
is but his entrance to hells doorway.

From the beginning of birth, decaying
deterred from the righteous tongue.
Marching onward bent on living, but
falling backward off the ladders rung.
A ghostly pale covers him whole...
darkened circles underneath his eyes.
So tired of losing every war, left
wearing this seasoned guise.

Never knowing joy in life, burned
over the righteous coals of God.
Wanton, weary, wicked from womb
he is a spawn of Satan’s rod.
Whore to evil, to Lucifer true, his mother
the woman that paved his way.
Forced to live with without caring eyes
his mind hardened with evil sway.

The church bell tolls its holy tune.
Tis this man that hell has wrought.
God is calling a shattered soul, to save
but his deafened ears hear not.
A desperate call to salvations grace
is shrugged off with an angry sigh!
Wanton, weary, wicked, and lost,
Yet, the father he will always deny

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And another one . . . This is how I came up with my user name years ago, lol!


‘Caged’


Desired expectations, insane revelations
losing heavens reward-eyes wide open

(Still I’m blind)

Forever in mind, twisting-turning
evolving-yearning-break me down

(Then build me up again)

You mend, a loss of hope-your reasons appall
to me you call-you bring me up

(Just for the fall)

Standing tall-loss of faith, religion once more
corrupts my core-take my breath

(Then drown me in fire)

I’ll wallow in this mire-from up to down
a smile to frown-twisting in this swirl

(I exist to give)

I take to live-nothing can be lost
forever tossed-a coin, heads up-heads down

(forever bound)

Never found-never saved, my mind at rage
I’m in this cage, but no breaking free

(From the bent reality-that is me)

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Wow, that's right! I had almost forgot it was my B-day, lol! Thank you InLove...you're the first to wish my a happy one.

[Prober]

Happy Birthday Cage!

What I want to know is...how does InLove know the birthdays?

Have a great one!

[17th Angel]

I like it cage nice nice!!! Happy birthday btw.......

My keyboard is acting up so appologies in advance for any oddites... lol..

What about "cheerpy dark"? Found another acceptable one in my book.

Oh how happy! Oh such Celebration!
Wonderful warm vibe of destruction.
Slippery wet fun within bloodshed and liquidation.
Hand in hand psycho's throughout the nation.
Oh how content! Oh such bliss!
Chuckling as their gutted like fish.
Too much joy could slit my wrists.
Victims amble hoping to be next their wish.
humorous mutilation, temptation you can't resist.
Oh how gay! Oh so merry!
Stabbed with a clean blade such decency.
Tenderness of brutality.
As sweet to the ear as child hilarity.
The modern sphere such a warm safe locality.
Oh how tantalising! Oh such delight!
Murder gives images of rainbows and pears so ripe.
Peaches and plums, honeybees in flight.
Tingly feeling of the bell on a bike.
Oh such amusement, oh such Luxuries!
I like to share lush red strawberries,
Bananas and cherries!
Lemons and limes!
Also got a butcher cleaver, but that's mine!
Oh how bubbly! Oh so casual!
Puppy dogs, scenic trails and carnivals!
First romantic kiss, they meet anothers lips, blood drips.
Hazel eyes, golden skies, and sweet suprise.
Oh such security! Oh blessed free will.
Cola chills they give me thrills and Nyquil pills!
Throwing people from skyscraper windowsills.
Illuminating roses and pure green hills.
Like the blood of the wicked from my heart love spills.
Oh gather in fun, oh join the flock.
Warm and snug like a bug in a sock.
The exciting suspense and the funny shock.
Your inners shinny like a sticky red lollypop!
Oh such humour! Oh angel wings!
As my blade swins in air, it sings.
A death deserved of one thousand kings.
And all of these things, happiness brings....

Kinda hyper happy psychopathic darkness there.

[InLove]

Keep telling yourself, InLove, "It's just a poem...It's just a poem..."

Greeting card writer, are you, Angel?

(Prober, I find the birth dates in the Member's List)

Okay, well--I've only got a minute here, but as promised--

(And, LOL, I had this one lined up before yours, Angel, so I don't want you to think I am writing it in response. ) This was something I wrote when one of my children was hurt by someone, but since then I have found other meanings in there.

Destroyer

Destroyer waits in tarnished glory upon the glittered sea
Ready to fire his weapons to protect the mystery.
He doesn't know its illusion,
So he blindly guards the key
To the gates of his shining city
Beneath the glittered sea.

I am just a weary traveler; I am almost home,
Gliding toward the sunny shore that I have called my own;
At last upon familiar waters, I have come so far--
Destroyer, do you really think we need to go to war?

Destroyer, aiming all your weapons at me--
You little destroyer--I'll survive you'll see;
For I am guarding dreams
Much more real than all your schemes
And I will reach my destiny
Beyond your glittered sea.

You've heard stories of the ages--
Legacies in pirate's guise;
And so your war still rages--
You can't see around their lies,
But I have seen with my eyes.

The hidden treasures of their stories
Have shifted with the sands;
And though they dream of gold and glory,
It's sifted through their hands,
But they refuse to understand--
Come with me to a brighter land.

Destroyer waits in aged addle upon the sea alone,
A warrior of forgotten battles, with no place to call home,
For he's been busy guarding
His city of mystery
Knowing not his castle lies in ruins
Beneath the glittered sea.

Destroyer, aiming all your weapons at me--
You little destroyer, no choice you leave to me;
For I am guarding dreams
That are much more real than all your schemes,
And I will reach my destiny
Beyond your glittered sea.

Destroyer, put down your weapons, let me be--
Little destroyer, why do you want to hurt me?
Someday bitter tears and salty waters
Will rust your sinking bow,
And faded flags and tattered banners
Will tell the tale of how
The lock did break the weakened key
Beneath your glittered sea.

© 1986