Poetry

[Wanderingblade]

Yup. Long may it live!

Ego Constant

Always we struggle
to complete our dreams,
Poisoned our muscles
as they strive for this

Constant venom,
Never to be seen

Clear this lake looked,
Yet to look is to see only
what you saw all along.
Is the bottom ever seen?

Probing my still moving corpse,
Sickly fingers searching my blood
Do you see well enough
to catch the essence of this?
Was I ever there? Doubt it all

Delve ever deeper into me,
Questions to find the low-lying,
This ego constant

Shift in painful growth and
shatter your illusions,
Together yet alone, shall
any of us survive?

No one knows us for
we know not ourselves

Lay this soul bare as
you dredge my depths
An ego constant

My mind withered by
a disease from within;
The deadliest plague
ravages whats within

Little is constant like our pain
driven out from a source we can’t determine

Always searching for the
answers which aren’t there,
Our foundations crumbling,
Yet we continue the suicidal path -
to all be the benefit of doubt

Stripped to rock bottom,
Cursed source of question
The ego constant

 

[Fathomless]

. . . As the Wise Man Breaks Wind and Is Gone


Follow the footprints in the snow
Cause God hates children with wet feet.
And dance the dance a half step slow
Cause Christ won’t help you if you jump the beat.

And echo only the sentiments that you hear.
Cause then you’ll know how you’re supposed to feel.
And eradicate that nagging fear
That this whole melodrama just might be real.

And grab on tight and don’t let go
To the nearest idealistic lack
Of any ideal, be it for purpose or show,
And swing it about, and don’t look back

At whatever damage you may have wrought.
Incidental, rest assured, and necessary.
The important thing is that you haven’t a thought
For could have beens and might yet bes.

And if time seems to slow a bit you mustn’t bat a brow.
A mid-paced existence you’ll surely come to appreciate.
A lust for life is a fair exchange for the pleasures of the here and the now,
And happiness a formality in this grand unthinking state.

Just keep your eyes to the path below, and your feet real nice and dry
And we’ll concern ourselves with any vaguely imminent end.
And if you cherish ignorance, you’ll never ask us why
We’re turning precious little children into archetypal men.

 

[Malaclypse]

this is my latest attempt

my world is tumbling down
the pieces slip slowly through my hands
can't get hold on anything
failure is everything left to me

present is gone, future is lost
past the only thing to hold on to
recalling is the only weapon
against the harshness of truth

reality distorted, torn apart
but all i can do is to confess
everything went wrong so far
why not as well in my own haven
my lonely solitude, my silent comfort
it might be at an end someday
a day like Today
just like every day


this was originally intended as some lyrics for a yet unwritten song, but eventually this will stay in the drawer for some time.

 

[TexasFriedCriminal]

could it be that I've no more words left ?
that I've used them all up ?
I think not.
but it might just be
that satisfaction
is the death of poetry.

 

[Gates of Ishtar]

First of all I'd like to say that I've read some stuff on this thread and its quite amazing, big props to all of you.

Here's a little thing I wrote couple days ago. Its not poetry, but I think it fits the mood of this thread well. It was originally written in german, there surely are some mistakes because of my not-so-good English skills. Here goes:

Three hundred crows cloud the skies with black. Slowly I walk under them, knowing that three hundred pairs of eyes are watching my every move. Sound of their wings accompanies my march on this grassy field. With every step I can feel the tension around me rise. Every breath is harder than the last one, air has its own mind now and does not give up to my lungs without a fight. As I struggle with every step, a sense of urgency grows inside me. I want to run, but the grass is trying to hold my feet as I try. Finally I give up. I am standing and breathing heavily as I feel the concienseness slowly leave me. My vision is dimm now. All I see is endless sea of grey ahead. I'm trying to turn my head, but my muscles refuse to obey. As I am about to fall, I feel something touch my shoulders. Before I even realize it, pain shakes up my weakened body. Claws sink into my flesh and I am lifled from the ground. The higher we fly, the easier is it for me to breathe. I regain my sight. Crows are all around me, still looking at me as they fly. I look down: endless sea of grey. I'm not afraid of falling, there is a strange comradery born between me and the crows, I know they wont let me fall. I am grateful. Finally we land. I look around and see a small wooden house right before me. Before I walk in, I notice that the grass is indeed grey. I open the door. Lone figure stands in an empty room. You slowly turn around and look at me with your cold, lifeless eyes. Then you say: "You came too late. It's all in the past now." I walk out and three hundred crows look down on me from the burning sky.

 

[SculptedCold]

Whoa, this is one amazing thread! one fucking amazing thread! If I ever have a free evening and there's nothing to do (hell, a free DAY more like) i'm gonna sit down and read through this whole thing. From what i've read, there's some really esoteric and intuitive writers here!

Ok, here's mine.

In Flight Anecdote. (31-8-00)

Flying, flying! Into the sky,
Faster, faster! Ever so high,
Sputter, sputter! The engine dies,
Screaming, screaming! We meet our demise.

 

[Static]

Clouds overhead,
Inside my brain lurks giant rats,
they run around in their little wheel,
churning out one overwhelming thought,

As the overcast sky blackens,
the little rats light up cigarettes,
staining my inner brain lobes,
with an addiction to nicotine,

As the hail begins,
the rats suck on my brain juices,
my creativity shrivels,
and what I create becomes stale like this poem,

As the storm comes,
out of my membrane veins,
my thoughts spew forth tigers,
which eat the little rats, how sad,

As the storm dies away,
the tigers sharpen their claws,
on my brain,
and suck out what is left of my will to live,

...and as the sky clears,
the sun is crystallised within the clouds,
waspish plumes of purple and blue,
mean nothing to my feline eyes.

My pupils dilate,
I am dead,
The tigers have eaten my brain juice.....
The rats are dead.........


Here come the monkeys.

Figure that one out...if you can.

 

[Silentjohan]

it's been a long time since posted on this thread. It's good to see that you people keep it alive!

Here's a little something that I haven't named yet ..so you decide

Close your eyes and buy a ticket
Hold on to it tightly and don’t lose it
Hope brings coal to the fires
Feeding the flame of life’s desires

Dank air collecting oceans
One with the sky in one single motion
A cloud of black takes shape
And soon drizzling rain creates a great lake

Passing through corridors of unending landscapes
An ever-changing pattern of life, feelings and shapes

Tracks are laid decisions are made
A falling sun declares what I’ve done
And so at last light is cast upon my weary shoulders
We used to be the past now I am but one of the beholders

A sudden stop and my baggage I shall claim
To learn from the mistakes and try again
A world in motion outside the window
Coloured differently as years pass and time goes

The moon sings a tune for the ever-changing sea
I makes me wonder if there ever was a song for me

 

[Ashien]

--Emptyness before shadow

Underlying in hate
The seemingly neverending fate

Thoughts constantly conflicting
My mind losing common ground, contradicting

One minute I'm important....
the next, my confidence shortened

Thrown against walls of agony and painful dreams
Neck cut down, bleeding away and ripping at the seems

Arms broken, bloody, and twisted with age
Dropped and torn apart by rage

Asleep in a dark tomb
Falling in love with a demon, sleeping in a womb

The destruction is deep

 

[Siren]

@Static: I'd like to know what rats and tigers and monkeys stand for...

 

[Wanderingblade]

Wrote this pair recently, and would like your opinions about them... the 2nd doesn't have a name yet...

Marble Mask

16 years he has worked,
creating the statue from living rock
16 years he has laboured
crafting the marble mask

Ever closer to the invisible goal
A completion that shall echo
throughout this life and others
The shining peak of his art

Ever-shifting the aim
Ever-shifting the mind
Ever-shifting the perceiving eye
Floundering in oceans new

A moment, an impulse,
primal instinct risen up
The weight of seconds
Mortal hammerblow

Imperfection enter the perceiving eye

The remnants of sanity preserve
the coil, halt the hammer
Flames flare in anger’s mind
further mar what cannot be

Chips of stone fly
from marble veins
Bitterness shall be his saviour
Ever-shifting the chisel

Ever-shifting the aim
Ever-shifting the mind
Ever-shifting the marble mask
Imperfection enter the perceiving eye

Seek for what may not be found
The marble mask now shatters
Flesh revealed for the first time
For only hate is perfect


The winds grant me no rest...

Even in the void,
Haven of darkness
and emptiness
There is no constant

From within the tempest rises,
a shifting storm of the soul

Guess at that which
violence brings
Approach with the stealth of night
Eyes see the eternal lie
I know nothing, let alone the truth
In the storm lashed world
where change is ever

From within the tempest rises
controlling storm of the soul

The beauty of blood
Emotion born
from the turbulent winds
The castle built on the clouds
Collapse to the lightning strike
Red tempest, erase this world
Draw it anew

From within the tempest rises
a storm to tear my soul

The tempest arises in the void
Where it should not be
Strange the bringer of tranquillity
Stormleading into melancholy

Change my world
and send me to sorrow again

The thunder of a thousand souls
screaming in agony
The war drum’s summons within my head
where only peace should be
Shattered now by tempest’s strength
Ceaseless change, at lightning’s hand
Cast me to the pit

Burn my world
and send me to madness again

Eye of the storm, surrender again
To anger and insanity
Storm winds rip the heavens apart
lightning whipping the fever to be
Riding the clouds, ravens race
for mindless the tempest kills
In ever-shifting state

From within the tempest rises,
storm destroying my soul

 

[Desolatory]

errr yeah, i dont often post here, in fact ive never posted here, but i love DT and i love poetry so i thought id post a poem that i wrote last night at 3am. Theres a meaning behind it, its pretty clear to me but i would like to see how blatant i made it to people that havent read it before, see if you can figure it out.

The Journey

Along the forgotten crumbling trail.
There lies a hidden meadow
stowed away so timidly.
Awaiting dawn's light to prevail.

Further is rooted the enchanted forest.
So great, vast and imposing
yet giving and inviting.
It’s magic leaves as morning is suppressed.

Atop the steep and jagged mount.
Who’s gains are only seen with
midday's clear comprehension.
This crystalline view heralds want.

Upon descending into the tranquil dale.
Of mundane flowing waters
and inertly chirping birds.
The glorious serene afternoon they hail.

See the blackened cave of vast space.
The seat of wisdom lies here
within dismal misty interiors.
Evening yield’s to night's embrace.

 

[Wanderingblade]

In the dying

Now the agony closes in
An opressive touch
hands that bring the pain
To you, a soul is dying
as it moves to dark haven

Each moment, shrink away
Away delight, enter dismay
Blessed now to be insane
in these tongues likes the pain
the pain...
the pain of others
leave it, leave it all

Gone from community
I break, I am nothing
Fade into obscurity
Alone in the dying

A tortured spirit seeks healing
given over to solitude
the firmanent too close to live
While touches remain

For I must live
I need to die
Enslaved in pain
open me to breathe

Brought to desperation
a panic in the lack
of loneliness
taken back what was given
a withdrawal for life
withdrawal to loneliness

Life near others
a poison that kills
company, camadarie
my pain, my misery
despairing, hide in death

Gone from community
I break, I am nothing
Fade into obscurity
Alone in the dying

The poison in my veins
imparted by your touch
a presence weighing down
a burden of fear and hate
pained soul moves to black

Scorn felt, all of you
friendship died, hate grew
Fleeing desperately to the gates
Drown in lethe, drown in hate
My hate...
misanthropy
death of me

Gone from community
I break, I am nothing
Fade into obscurity
Alone in the dying

 

[Heliologue]

xxxiv
{shortly brier bathes the brine}

our last orison bleakens shortly,
bleakens shortly milching clover,
brier;
coil’d clover, shortly brier
bathes the dirty brine,
the milching brine.

the spiral twists and peels,
the knots roiling,
twisting tired; kink;
the hoses clamp,
peeling bare the rusty plug;
kink.

his father dims the filament,
dims thinly breaking bulbs;
stems;
sleeting glass, slightly dimming;
thinning wire;
the breaking father.

the autumn waltzes solemnly,
the dancing gold.
solemnly the breeze,
the freezing waltz; falling;
the golden brier dining,
twisting wire;
the dying dancing father.








kink.





(from novembre is mostly made of dirt, copyright 1999-2002 by ben gunnink)

 

[rahvin]

this is a thread with a high concentration of guest stars.

rahvin.

 

[Hiljainen]

Sure, a lot of guest stars

....and i want to read all the posts, they sound very interesting!

 

[Dark_Jester]

You know, I would post some of my songs here, but WanderingBlade puts me to shame every time...
Pete, you are incredible, get your butt up to Sheffield now, we could be huge

 

[hyena]

you'll only find crappy bass players if you don't give up on band names.

h

 

[Dark_Jester]

There is nothing wrong with Faustian Pact...in fact, I reckon its an excellent name

 

[hyena]

that one i didn't even know. it's okay, do you still need me?