Time for some poetry

[THe_Rainmaker]

I always found lyrics by the band "Borknagar" to be very poetic

Colossus Lyrics:

From out of static time has grown
Existence formed by substance unknown
Prelude to matter, shift of disorder
Completion of bonds between chaos and order

The era of seasons, the essence of being
The continuous process awakens the living
Absorber of every flickering sun
Arranging the pieces to vivid perfection

The stream of mortality flows uncontrolled
A boundless downward spiral to prospective void
Existence takes its toll, extinction unfolds
The Colossus falls back from it?s treshold

The cosmic grip so tight. Heed the celestial call
The rise, the voyage, the fall- tangled womb of mortal soil

Universal key of inception, pulled out of the grind
The growing seed of creation and time

Complex fusion, the bond of four- the nature?s core
Universal ritual, aesthetic beauty adored
The pendulum upholds the carnal deceit
Eternal, endless, indefinite

The paradox, render and the merge is complete
Nothing but the process is infinite

Nothing but the process is infinite
Eternal, endless, indefinite

 

[Igraine]

I always found lyrics by the band "Borknagar" to be very poetic

I like very much this band, and I really like their lyrics...
But that's not poetry, imo, only good lyrics. You can have poetry also in music, but that's not the case...

 

[THe_Rainmaker]

I sort of disagree.

I find there is a cosmic poetry to their lyrics.

It's all so beautiful to me, very well written.

 

[Igraine]

^ I didn't say that I don't like it or that I don't find it beautiful...
It's a beautiful lyric, really, but I think poetry it's something else.

 

[THe_Rainmaker]

I see your point.

I just feel that because there's many eloquent words and metapahors and because a story is being woven through these devices that it could also make for a very brilliant poem about cosmic forces / creation of the universe.

It's just amazing that such a thing is in fact music, that makes it all the more spectacular because the song is magnificent.

 

[Igraine]

It's just amazing that such a thing is in fact music, that makes it all the more spectacular because the song is magnificent.

I recently discovered Borknagar (Joe made me listen to them) and I think they're just great!

 

[THe_Rainmaker]

I don't know who Joe is but whoever spreads the gospel of Borknagar is a good guy in my books.

You should thank him because Borknagar is one of my favourite bands but no one has heard of them.

They are so amazing.

You're lucky to know of their greatness also but it's your duty to spread the word as well now!

 

[Leandro]

I hate borknagar.

I suppose I'm a bad guy in your books, then.

 

[THe_Rainmaker]

No, everyone is entitled to their opinion. I love the band but that's just me.

If you truly gave them a chance and didn't like them then that's fine.

But there are those who too often jump on the bandwagon or regurgitate other's opinions, or didn't really give a band a chance before judging and those are the only people I would really just label as ignorant and not accept their comments (or just ignore them entirely).

 

[Igraine]

A piece of poetry to start the day! that's Howl, for Carl Solomon, by Ginsberg. Only a fragment of the poem, if you want to read it all I can post it or email it...

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the
skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their
torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and
lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of
Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-
tionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery
dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops,
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree
vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brook-
lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind

 

[Igraine]

Bump!!!!

 

[Deadly]

Vie.

Cette vie, de ses illusions teintes,
Écrite à travers les vers d'Absinthe,
Versé dans des verres de rimes,
Enivrant mon esprit jusqu'à l'infime.

Je ne peux réfléchir, tout m'est flou.
Je ne peux réfléchir, tout m'est fou.

Nous ne comprenons, n'avançons qu’à petit, pas.

Cette vie, mes yeux la ressent,
Alors que mon esprit se répand
En mes veines sans en saisir le sens,
En buvant la vie, alcool sans chance.

Je ne peux réfléchir, tout m'est doux.
Je ne peux réfléchir, tout m'est saoul.

Nous ne sommes que petits, ne comprenons, pas.
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That's a nice one
I'll post some of mine tomorrow

@Ari: Irish man
^^that one's very nice too

 

[Undefined]

WOAH, WTF!!

BORKNAGAR!!

 

[The Nerevarine]

Tu que eres poeta
Y en el aire compones
Hazme una chaqueta
Y lo que salga te lo comes

 

[MegustaMucho]

Nothing to prove
Just a hellish rock'n roll freak
You call your metal black
It's just spastic lame and weak

We're too old
Too cold
Too old
And too cold

Second to none
Like an angel unfucking born
Down with people
It's done
Racket (Wrecked?) Church
It' stillborn

We're too old
Too fucking cold

Nothing to prove
Just a hellish rock'n roll freak
You call your metal black
It's just spastic lame and weak

Second to none
Like an angel unfucking born
Down with people
It's done
Racket (Wrecked?) Church
It' stillborn

We're too old
Too cold
Too old
and too cold

 

[Undefined]

here's a poem i rather like :

Omniscent Boulder Gods

I.

Mountains walk with God,
making footsteps in the ages
without ever taking movement.
Rocks stand tall and watch men fall
from the trivial foothills and the vital peaks.
Mountains and men live side by side
as natural elevations on the surface of the earth.
We are insignificant to the Mountain
but from its bluffs and ridges
we for a moment share the celestial majesty
the alp deity holds from its icy heights.

II.

Kings break treaties with men
and beg for them from the Red Mountains.
The wrath of god
executed through liquid flame rivers
with vehement tributaries that char and wither
all life along the land its burning cloak flows onto.
Mountains remain still
and kill by your actions
or melt the earth
and slaughter thousands for taking none.
They endure the wind,
the ice, the time
and the progress.
Man has modeled himself after the Mountains.
Forever more will man strive to become a mortal Everest
beginning from the human valley;
to stand the highest from the corporeal depths
and to walk with God in his own era;
making footsteps of his own.

BUMP I wonder who wrote this

 

[vikk]

We, the gods

How can you climb a mountain to kill a God?
Why do you cross unknown lands, to kill our Gods?
Why do you build walls.... to starve our Gods?

Is it for the same reason you blind us?
Is this why you punish our children?
And rape our sisters?

When will we drown?
When will we burn?
Will you die with us? I think so

So you can end it
....... Or we will

We are telling them the truth
And revealing all your lies
We do not need to climb a mountain
Or to cross unknown lands...

... Because we are Gods
And we will drown you
We will burn your homes

We the people, we the spirits, we the Gods

 

[Undefined]

Did you write that?

 

[vikk]

not really

 

[Undefined]

I wrote mine