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Discussion => Philosophy, Economics and Justice => Topic started by: polyphemusperception on April 18, 2013, 12:40 pm
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am I guilty....
of being honest about who I am
of being polite and having common courtesy..
of wearing my emotions on my sleeve..
being the human I am with a wide range of emotion
I cannot comprehend damnation at the alter of popular culture...
this sociological spectacle so outside my scope of belonging that my inability to unhinge from it's grasp dictates my ostracism from things I long for and need
millions /equal/ nothing
I want to believe again
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cynicism keeps me well
and I hear a distant bell
as I toil through the grounds...
I seek solace in noise
the chaotic babble is neurotic and void
I am accosted by beggars and priests
as disciples of pigeons peck at my feet
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the green fairy is dancing surreptitiously in the autumn moonlight
this bitter reprieve fills the mind like the cold waters of the sound
a lullaby like a calliope in the distant....
Mnemosyne calls to drink from the river Lethe
is it all but illusory...this predestination for ecstasy and gloom
reaching out to the candle in the dark
"the world forgetting, by the world forgot"
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shiver shudder, huddled with the cold
breath of indecision
muddled the complications of waking existence
drifting for days between half-truths and lies
embryonic daze
floating through haze
dreams of deluge, delirium
ramble as I swallow another pill and sweat for my sins
this enrapture
this entrancement murders my soul
and crucifies my denial
Satyr savant
going and coming
undue undulations
lovemaking by the sea and captivating embrace
mischief posthaste
as the sun sets on desires
visions of red as she splashes in this sea
the tongue moistens her lips as a virulent smile passes
across the pale features
tasting the salt and watching the bubbles of translucent foam circles
the gown white as a shroud blows fervid and freely
this humidity as it clings to redolent skin
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A torn torrid identity splits me into........
An angel cries for my forgiveness and I bathe in the sins with my blood...
I can taste your sweetness with the sweat and your tears...
A shadow that escapes with the dawn
you make desire full of exquisite pleasures and pains
your chaste expression murders my phantasy and exasperates our affair of this flesh
captivate copulate
like a mad hatter
controlling contorting
my vivid encounters
she calls to me like ivory skin
and we speak but say nothing
carousel carousal
descent original
a savage beast ornament
she howled and allowed
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I dig it, gonna come back later and read it, passin out!
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I guess no one likes poetry.... ha ::)
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Nice... Ever tried spoken word? I think your poetry style would lend well.
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po e ms. ;D
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Nice... Ever tried spoken word? I think your poetry style would lend well.
Nope, haven't tried it...have wanted to do a local poetry slam...just haven't had the time.
Will try soon though... thanks for the input. much appreciated :D
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I am a poet to
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Hey Polyphemusperception, nice work I enjoyed that. Some nice word play, well worth the read my friend. 8)
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What is the goal of poetry
To let the emotion run free
Yet with a sense of purpose
Telling other what you have met
Or just an emotional out let
There paper now, now I
With a calm heart can just forget
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Hey Polyphemusperception, nice work I enjoyed that. Some nice word play, well worth the read my friend. 8)
Thanks my friend. :)
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What is the goal of poetry
To let the emotion run free
Yet with a sense of purpose
Telling other what you have met
Or just an emotional out let
There paper now, now I
With a calm heart can just forget
Thank you for sharing, much appreciated. :)
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Thank you for you appreciation. :)
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Anyone's in put is appreciated, I love reading what other people imagine. ;D
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In my mind
Sometimes words just flow
About ideas I want other to know
Yet in a more artistic Cryptic way
More meaning full and engaging
Then writing sentences with little to say
Proses that touch and with you stay
Yet the though are fast
The hand is slow
And most of my best words
Other will never get to know
Oke on an other note give a word or a subject and I will try to write a poem about it.
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There was once this little stone
As happy as can be
Little did he know
He was tossed out into sea
Split by a hammer
To become another rung in the ladder
Cracked by claws
To be sorted into his cause
Little did he know
This cause was a frail hole
Soon to be filled
With uncertainty, most of all
But what could now happen
To the cause so frail and full
Its sides now brimming
With knowledge fit for a mule
What could now happen
In such bleak and utter distress
A touch or a hand?
A smooth and soft caress
This came all to soon
This calmed the tumult of the sea
But what would now become of our stone
So young and so free
A story of old
A story many times told
Here it is not necessary to repeat
Loves beautiful and strange hold
Love - what a particle of bliss
Love - what an adhesive kiss
Love can be wax
Melted by the fire
Love can be waxed
With the eternal gold of the higher
But only love will see the end
Only love will mend
Slowly and slowly
The seas began to part
Making way for loves simple touch of art
The prick of a shard
The slice of a point
The adhesive set in motion
All the waves of commotion
Only to set in unity
Our little stone once tossed at sea
To bring him home
To his inner glee
To set free his
Truth and chi
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nice
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For my afflicted brothers and sisters:
Whether the needle or the pipe
We’ve all heard the hype
Some of us live it, day to day,
Struggling and striving while walking astray
Down twisted paths and curved ravines
Dragged by this affliction through any means
Teetering on and looking to the edge
Like a nosy neighbor peeking over the hedge
Caught a glimpse but now it’s gone
Heard it once in somber song
What kind of medicine is this?
One that makes us itch
For a scratch we cannot reach
Stranded
A whale upon the beach
In a drug addled haze
Lost in Daedalus’s maze
The answer speaks softly
Amor Vincit Omnia
As if written in the sky
Her words wake my third eye
Love your Brothers and Sisters
Do all that you can
Love your Brothers and Sisters
Do all that you can.
-Thedopestjunkie
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Awesome
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Life is below Life is within
with a wail and a giggle, let it begin
he falls through to hell with hands on his face
not knowing whether it's death or it's grace
serving far higher, see a clear shaft of light
such is the like of a simple man's plight.
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Awesome
Thanks BreakOnThrough, enjoyed your piece as well, keep on writing :)
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All good stuff :D
Keep em coming!
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i love that place
where we fell down together
its the only thing i have.
i keep it close around my heart
dont want those colors fading ........away.......taking you farther from my reach.
now your place, isnt your place anymore.
new gardeners, new feet, new faces, sitting on top of
our faded ways.
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i saw you standing there
everything is real.
youre waiting on me to get my shit together
so we can go and play.
theres hot dusty sunshine
between you and me
in cool shady shadows
hides what we used to be.
thats it , thats all i have to wrestle with these fears
some golden fading sunshine,
and your pillow, now, so dear.
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Excellent Lady Meth...I cant wait to read more!
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youre slipping away....
Wait! was it me? did i let go???
How! i swear i never did.
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you gave me your best.
im so peaceful in your glow.
WHY?! did you turn off the Sun?
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The Bullet That Killed Tomorrow.
Always Taken from me
Before we can Begin.
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Sticks in my Throat
DrySwallowing more of Winters pain
Is That Me? Talking thru the Dirt?
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... odd timing... oh, if only I believed in fate or karma or any of that stuff... ::) Still, was a nice read.
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gone from the Ugly Glare
of this
Too Light. Too Late.
plastic house.
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give ss whats yer hold?
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i wish you and me
was watching dr. phil
and you were serving me
Grape Juice in a mason jar.
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In the Sparkling Pool
Sepia Toned Skin-SSSSS-Sizzles
in Hot Summer Flashes.
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Over.
Bumpy Broken Concrete
Along flat silver streets
Bicycle Shadows race the setting Sun.
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which? bitter? irony?
I hear us laughing
for years`
over fears`
we might not`````make it.
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fresh for breakfast
we had your Golden Omelette with Spinach. Then,
over easy in your easy chair.
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Summer Blooms Around Me.
The Big Without You
wont stay tucked away, in Nightime's Pocket.
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It Startles Me!
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Hiding Again! In The Mad Glare of the Day.
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Stopped me in my Tracks. COLD.
What?
Did I Turn to Whisper? To You?
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Nothing-------
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Cause
Youre
Gone.
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my daughter wrote yesterday:
I hope
One day
That these roses will sprout out from the deepest ravines of my ribcage,
So that those around me can see that
I too am beautiful
and made up of the most tangible fragileness.
I am a casket full of painful thorns,
but I still posses a humming heart full of red and warmth.
elw
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my little girl wrote on memorial day 2013:
Snow.
snow lands on my nose,
I watch as they close, the coffins.
I watch slowly,
my loved ones die,
cry
they call out my name,
I yell out to them but it is a shame.
they cannot hear me,
I fear, that I will not survive,
I dive, into the darkness,
I look on.
elw
i love to read thru her writings.
im not sure its appropriate to post her age, because she is a child.
but her words flow from her depths in a clean stream to the surface
unlike mine...
always dancing beyond me
in the dark.
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give ss whats yer hold?
I don't know what this means, to be honest, but if it means what I think it does: I wasn't trying to be condescending or interrupt you. I'm a meth addict, and "lady meth" writing about someone slipping away from her was interesting timing given events in my life recently. That was all.
It was about me. Not you. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. Like I said, this thread was a nice read.
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@ Ladymeth thanks for sharing, amazed at your daughter's writing, quite talented. Like Polyphemusperception said, keep em coming!
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give ss whats yer hold?
I don't know what this means, to be honest, but if it means what I think it does: I wasn't trying to be condescending or interrupt you. I'm a meth addict, and "lady meth" writing about someone slipping away from her was interesting timing given events in my life recently. That was all.
It was about me. Not you. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. Like I said, this thread was a nice read.
i was just asking you to elaborate dear, i didnt take it in any negative way, believe me....i appreciate your words.....im spamming this thread alone unless you join me ;)
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orange blossoms drip.
waterfall
of white bouquet,
silky
petal faces.
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torch this choking bowl
vapor fume and smoke,
hold to make It stop.
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slow. to push it in
burn fades to hole.
bloody spray 'cross the wall.
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what day is this?
am? or pm?
dont stop. it doesnt matter.
im bout to start again.
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we're working the usual shift.
3 weeks on, 24/7.
lose a little more
of everything.
then.
1 week off, 15-20h, days,
unconscious.
sugar, water, fruit, vegs, coconut milk, caffeine, chok, p. buttr,
overload
fattening up (like prison,)
to do it all again.
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Spring thunder rumbles
Rolling Over Hills.
CRASHing at my door.
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Frosty wind
ices rosy faces
uncloaking Winter's white arm.
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Shards of Broken sunshine
Shine upon the floor
and Slice into the Dark.
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Broken signifiers and deep burning fires
Spark and spit their flames
Broken meaning and day dreaming
A heart that skips again
Missing beats like empty streets
Start and begin again
Short of breath
What sort of death shall it be this time
Nothing left but sullen steps
In single file line
Questioning
For what reason did I give both heart and mind?
To you, to all
So that I may fall
Over and over again
-tdj
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i was just asking you to elaborate dear, i didnt take it in any negative way, believe me....i appreciate your words.....im spamming this thread alone unless you join me ;)
I don't write poetry much... I was never very good at it, frankly. Not verse, anyway; this is about as close as I can come I'm afraid. Apologies if the dramatic tone comes across as awkward instead of profound. Jesus, I had almost forgotten how good it used to feel, hahah... haven't looked at this for a long time.
. accelerate .
Give me velocity and gasoline
Intensity fueled by amphetamine
Need to feel the boundaries break
Need to amplify all my mistakes
See the world accelerate and blur
Feel the fire from within me stir
Passion takes me as I stare at the sky
Stripping away all that’s ever made me cry
The rage inside growing and seething
Washing over every fiber of my being
I follow the path, my course is true
Though heeding the logic of a mind askew
Always had this thirst inside
Always had this desire to die
Always sought to ride the light
Always grasped for all that was too bright
Always asked for a way to catch on
To the shooting star before it was gone
Always needed to burn up the sky
Always needed to fly just too high
(Always have... never understood why)
Filled with crackling surges of energy
Everything I am is tainted with ecstasy
In these moments I swear I can feel forever melt
In these moments I don’t care what else I’ve felt
It gives me a way to waste my time
It gives me a way to focus my mind
It gives me a way to quell this hunger
It gives me a way to be lost in wonder
I asked to see the world from its pinnacle
Finally found a way in this bitter-sweet chemical
Always searching for the same thing as I wait to die:
A blaze so brilliant I forget how my heart cries
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i was just asking you to elaborate dear, i didnt take it in any negative way, believe me....i appreciate your words.....im spamming this thread alone unless you join me ;)
I don't write poetry much... I was never very good at it, frankly. Not verse, anyway; this is about as close as I can come I'm afraid. Apologies if the dramatic tone comes across as awkward instead of profound. Jesus, I had almost forgotten how good it used to feel, hahah... haven't looked at this for a long time.
. accelerate .
Give me velocity and gasoline
Intensity fueled by amphetamine
Need to feel the boundaries break
Need to amplify all my mistakes
See the world accelerate and blur
Feel the fire from within me stir
Passion takes me as I stare at the sky
Stripping away all that’s ever made me cry
The rage inside growing and seething
Washing over every fiber of my being
I follow the path, my course is true
Though heeding the logic of a mind askew
Always had this thirst inside
Always had this desire to die
Always sought to ride the light
Always grasped for all that was too bright
Always asked for a way to catch on
To the shooting star before it was gone
Always needed to burn up the sky
Always needed to fly just too high
(Always have... never understood why)
Filled with crackling surges of energy
Everything I am is tainted with ecstasy
In these moments I swear I can feel forever melt
In these moments I don’t care what else I’ve felt
It gives me a way to waste my time
It gives me a way to focus my mind
It gives me a way to quell this hunger
It gives me a way to be lost in wonder
I asked to see the world from its pinnacle
Finally found a way in this bitter-sweet chemical
Always searching for the same thing as I wait to die:
A blaze so brilliant I forget how my heart cries
NOT ANOTHER self depreciating word about how you cant write, PLEASE! ......... dude............ i really really seriously need you to keep on writing. you can post whatever you choose of course...lol..but P L E A S E dont stop writing like that. not EVER! ,,,, there MUST be more, i cant stop just yet......yeah, i bet it does feel good.........my brothah, that was freakin awesome! i love all the writers work on this thread, it just keeps getting better.......ive been thinking about this thread a lot......i think we're just warming up....and some real, lasting, connections are gonna be created here because ppl are way more talented than theyre giving themselves credit for. theres some real fire here...its awesome :-*
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he shushes me and i dont give a fuck
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Wow SS nice one :)
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Nice one kmfkewm thanks for sharing
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Envision concrete prison nations, is it imagination?
with open eyes the realization is it's not an allegation,
it's the situation , civilization is enslaved,
and those who master us,
instill in our minds, that freedom is disastrous
no need to capture us, say Jesus raptures us
if we live by their law - so they beat us
we're too defeatist, preachers deceive,
we believe, and we'll never know,
elitist leaders mislead, but we follow though
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I was too slow to delete and repost to remove the edited mark :(
And I edited it again anyway :P.
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let us melt
these bitter shards
into black regret.
Lets pull it up, confess our sin, and gently push it in.
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"I feel great, even though we got mad things to deal with, happiness is all in the mind, lets unwind and find a reason to smile Im just glad to be living feeling fine, leaving my bad times behind, feels great and no we cant escape from the realness, happiness is all in the mind lets unwind and find a reason to smile, Im just glad to be alive, feeling fine, living life one day at a time, feeling great." -Dead Prez
Had to share that one with my fellow addicts, keep your head up everyone.
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good material, you should be a poet. or something.
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dopest junkie, what does your avatar say? words are too small :(
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Hey cannaloverpopper my avatar says KEEP CALM AND LOVE YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS... and thanks Im glad you enjoyed my work, the last post there is not mine however, its the group Dead Prez. Feel free to share friend.
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thanks! good quote too. :)
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Great quote from a great album
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Good stuff TDJ cheered me up a bit + k atcha
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Thanks Taz glad I could help.
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I want to keep this thread going so here's one more, not mine, thought I might throw some Shakespeare in the mix...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood,
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets:
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime,
O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen.
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young. -William Shakespeare
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I want to keep this thread going so here's one more, not mine, thought I might throw some Shakespeare in the mix...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood,
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets:
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime,
O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen.
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young. -William Shakespeare
Ole Bill is still a favorite read :D
Everyone, thanks for the amazing words..
Karma for all....
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Thanks for the karma Polyphemusperception...glad you appreciate the master too :) Keep on writing everyone.
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I've been stressin' , cuz motherfuckers ain't got my presidents
I'm runnin low on evidence, so fuck being benevolent
excuses, that's what they always got - they useless -
games ruthless, I thought these motherfuckers knew this
they clueless - actin foolish - will getcha bluish -
and I ain't playin, it's simple and plain, no need to explain how,
best keep it in brain now, it's hard to retain while, you're stretched out layin idle
know what i'm sayin?
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:o Wow. That's like... the *last* kind of thing I expected from you, kmf. Not that there's anything wrong with it, obviously; just unexpected.
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lol I am just fucking around ;). Although I am pretty pissed off somebody owes me a ton of cash right now and they are fucking around with me, I have no intention of killing them.
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im left with nothing, to shield me from
this wreck, it seems
ive come undone
out in the middle
of the road
traffic flies
im so
exposed im hidden
in the dark,
trapped by haunts
reloads n ashes.
no one
looking
for me no
more
no one is
asking
any more
no
one remembers
when or where or why or who i was
because
my tears
move
no one no one
wipes them
they just fall
coz they dont matter
not at all.
they never will again they never will
they never will again mean something
to mylove, theyare
just wasted stupid salty tears. no one
to cry to, no one will hear.
no one
will say hey
its ok!
coz
NOTHING
in
this universe can reach my wail. just empty space n empty eyes
and empty
faces
taking up
these
open spaces.
no friends inside
just
lonely ones
made out
of bones.
the
shattered shuttered shooting ones
dont feel a thing
not cuts r blood
just dead new faces
fusing cases.
thats what is
left for me now
to get to know i know not how.
drown in bitter raw oblusion
your contusion
bruising
fusing
yest
today
to
what was
only
yesterday such
mass
confusion.
now every fucking
step i take
i have to check and double check
lest i reveal
i am not whole
im hiding here
in plain array
its all pretense
about today.
coz im back there
i breathe it in
and close my eyes
now drift away
back to our places
where ill stay
until im dragged from warm sunshine and crystal air and time unwind.
dont leave me here
without your grin
your hair. your love, your eyes,
your chin
your everything
is all i want
a little taste
like breath-
a song.
dont leave me here
dont go away dont take
your voice! i cannot hear,
oh fuk
ive lost it and you whispered something
in my ear what
was that
last thing
stolen by
wrong blink of eye
im lost im high
now
torn from me,
you slip away
away
away
from me
and i cant grab
another moment
or hold on
fucking torment.
goddammit
honey
stop
im turning rigid
lock
these locks
around
the frigid space between the world n me
in perfect snapshot
memory
you and you and you and me
with babies on a summers eve.
so im not dancing
thru ocean blue
regard
oh! just a little look
from
you.
rained
safety, love, and gentle care
down on my girls- we're standing there
all safe
within our gaze
we lullabyed
and laughed and sang
about how we
were whole again.
the love bestowed shines
on their faces, such
precious
things
we love to feel.
we dont get past
or thru or healed
the sacred feeling
of the ground
where we tableau
sharp picture focus.
on that bright day
in that
one moment.
i take you there
you touch me here
and here
and here
and here and here.....
and there
is where
we live
together
every summer
every time
i dream of you
and me and them
oh die right here
where i am ready
where i am thru
where i am able.
dont leave me here
just spinning wheels
just empty glasses
rude other people
needing passes.
how did i get so
all alone
with just your voice
recorded on
the phone
i call
when it gets bad
and breathing in your hat and jacket,
pillowe too, just doesnt hack it.
i steal these measured bits of you
and hoard them fiercly
because i think
that inhaled sweat from
your golf hat is almost like
a gentle hand upon my skin,
a tender moment that we still share.
cant take THAT from me
i close my eyes
i breathe you in,
i hold the you inside
of me
til i can comprehend
again.
i want one more,
but these are measured
bits and pieces, the
remains
of EVERYTHING from moment one
until the one that cant be undone and i have picked them from the rust and ashes
and the dirt and dust and peeling facets
i guarded them from all the eyes that tried to know, and share and cry.
this shit is mine
its mine
i do not care
your blood is thicker
you arent a part
of my endeavor
wrong or right
fuck all that shit
i have my piece
my peace my pieces.
its what i saved
that winter day
you took your life
away
from me.
its what i have
of you and me.
just smooth it out,
now see, u see?
this little piece of happiness
i would not trade
not for breath
not for death
not for wealth
its my one thing
leave me alone.
dont judge me here
this is for
my show and tell.
i know it well
i can not tell
that its not real
not if we hold it here
over the hole
the bullet left
where our everything
is draining away
cause i cant keep it plugged
with these chemicals
with these tears
with this fist
with these stupid broken pieces
that keep on cutting me
and fragmenting further into dusty bits
resembling nothing
of our
fucking beautiful life.
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I've been stressin' , cuz motherfuckers ain't got my presidents
I'm runnin low on evidence, so fuck being benevolent
excuses, that's what they always got - they useless -
games ruthless, I thought these motherfuckers knew this
they clueless - actin foolish - will getcha bluish -
and I ain't playin, it's simple and plain, no need to explain how,
best keep it in brain now, it's hard to retain while, you're stretched out layin idle
know what i'm sayin?
Not what I expected from you either lol. But nice one.
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Another day / it's just the same as the last
Think of the past - I used to cry, now I try till' I laugh , why?
time flies fast, watched it pass by - the futures here /
Once pictured freedom in my mind / but it never appeared
only more misery and fear, but no more tears
because I'm far from lonely here, surrounded by peers
and we're on the same page, in the same cages
the same slaves just at different stages, hey,
beats wonderin' if today's the day, police take me away,
or tokin' haze - to glaze my open eyes / to our broken lives /
the product of their hopeless lies
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hell yeah kmf hell yeah
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Another day / it's just the same as the last
Think of the past - I used to cry, now I try till' I laugh , why?
time flies fast, watched it pass by - the futures here /
Once pictured freedom in my mind / but it never appeared
only more misery and fear, but no more tears
because I'm far from lonely here, surrounded by peers
and we're on the same page, in the same cages
the same slaves just at different stages, hey,
beats wonderin' if today's the day, police take me away,
or tokin' haze - to glaze my open eyes / to our broken lives /
the product of their hopeless lies
Is that original? I really like that one, man. I really like that one a lot.
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nice thanks for keeping the thread alive kmfkewm. We are definitely all in this together and I think you captured that.
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Cocaine and razor blades
cut right to the core
Exotic strains and hazy days
leave me yearning for more
Found a new road to walk amongst my brothers and sisters
Some of us outlined in chalk or criminalized by the system
Waiting on a few rich white privileged people
To include the already included and treat us like equals
Stressed out and nerves wracked from this drug war
Profiting off of my pain and suffering are the thug lords
The Drug Lords The Drug Czar and federal agents
Every day some of us die, we are losing our patience
And Loved Ones
Should we take up in arms?
Become Goons like you
State sanctioned murderers through and through
We are not criminals and we are stronger than you
Here we're all gathered
feathers of the same bird
Separate from the lame herd
some rougher than others
still we're sisters and brothers
until the very end of this drug war.
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My 100th post!
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My 100th post!
Welcome to the soon-to-be-boring world of karma :D
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Another day / it's just the same as the last
Think of the past - I used to cry, now I try till' I laugh , why?
time flies fast, watched it pass by - the futures here /
Once pictured freedom in my mind / but it never appeared
only more misery and fear, but no more tears
because I'm far from lonely here, surrounded by peers
and we're on the same page, in the same cages
the same slaves just at different stages, hey,
beats wonderin' if today's the day, police take me away,
or tokin' haze - to glaze my open eyes / to our broken lives /
the product of their hopeless lies
Is that original? I really like that one, man. I really like that one a lot.
Yeah it is original and thanks :). I would say the style is influenced by tupac though. I can rap like lil wayne too and it is actually the most fun to write rhymes in that style, but it tends to be more frivolous and just demonstrating a technical expertise of rhyme rather than meaningful from the heart. I actually wrote several poems on SR under the name poems, I can post under that name if anyone needs confirmation but just to highlight
more lyrically fun:
im a fire spidda you could call me a dragon man
im fuckin widda crew of loose cannons and baggin grams
instrumental killa - get a beat ill decapitate it
fuck spittin out whack - im calibrated
in fact i'm elevated , while hella faded collaborated with the beat
but then I gotta fade it, cuz it cooperated, corroborated so I spit sprayed it
slayed it, that shit be weapon graded
my wits sharp , i'm quick shit i'm switch bladed
haters they some big bitches like fat ladies
im blazed up smokin that kush lookin to raise up
was aged up broken then booked and caged up
(I never found a good way to finish this. Wrapping down is a challenge. Starting is often a challenge as well but generally something that signifies genesis works the best, tho if it is just for lyrical fun then i'm --- is a good starter as well).
and more meaningful things, here is my LSD ego death
Once released,
I rose up and decayed into little pieces
then everything blew away
leaving infinite peace
revealing everywhere through space and time
unveiling the concealing by my human mind of what's whole
many bodies and kinds yet one soul
in my vision our division appeared clearly separated
then it faded away, alleviating my fear and pain
mostly I just write rhymes because it is fun and gives me something to do, and I have done it pretty consistently since I was 12 or so and that makes it fun to see improvement (tho I rarely save anything other than to memory). I never really intended to share anything. I actually wouldn't even say any of these are finished, I take from old material and redo it and mix it up quite frequently.
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My 100th post!
Welcome to the soon-to-be-boring world of karma :D
LOL thanks SS. Karma all around.
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"(l)earning"
aren't we all just mongrels
howling about the floor
the timid tale, that we regale
tells not what lies in store
these characters are figments
drifting in and around my waist
it stands to reason, their smiles a treason
ever so callously placed
but then again i rise awake
to see the bell has rung
you moved too slow, and now you know
the taste of a bloodied tongue
- teal
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Can you put your fave poems in this thread? Feck it, this one of mine anyway, by Edwin Muir
Unfriendly, friendly universe,
I pack your stars into my purse
And bid you, bid you so farewell.
That I can leave you, quite go out,
Go out, go out beyond all doubt,
My father says, is the miracle.
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Thanks for sharing Teal and Fatslimback
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:(ive tried to write
since i got slammed
hearts not in it
dont fucking care
dont want to feel
those things again
push them
away
dont
let them in.
that ugly hurt
that fucking lust
that burns me always
and laughs and hurts.
fuck dumb shit
its only tears
its only blood
its just a flood
of fears
so what?
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I shared my smoke with the rain
and we laughed together like
two old friends
thunder from heaven
life’s little pleasures rolled into one moment
taken for granted the small things
like good smoke
my best friend
rain, stain, abstain from wanting
desire, acquire, fire that burns in one’s
eyes, lies, ties that bind you
inside, confide, beside the trees in the rain
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Beautiful and haunting guys. I particularly enjoy this thread... :)
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I hope this thread never dies
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Quickly she called
Below the azure sea
I felt chilled surprise
Could I not flee
Grabbing and pulling
She’s tugging for me
Wild torn eyes black
Reflecting its glee
Cold blue lucid lips
Grinning teeth I do see
Screaming for breath
Deeper down I will be
To a watery grave
Death set my soul free
From within the dark night the wind it doth blow
And from these shadows a man he does go
A man whose heart is black as black as a crow
For the pain that he reaped he also shall sow
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Leftovers and hangovers
vanilla sleeping pills
drank till drunk
man is dogs best friend
mangle, strangle, dangle
the crucifix at her feet
sin is sweet brutality I can taste it
image of a frogs pond full of scum
a naked plunge
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atheist dreams
silent screams
abortion in a muddy stream
cool aqua inhale
coffee stains, resident pains
seek to find spring in a bottle (still)
I can smell her hair, silky and pleasant
reminds me of a dream
close and far together
can you smell her?
I haven’t bathed in 7 years
from all the fears of living existence
floating in the warm urine? She asks
as she puts on the mask
and succumbs to whippings and degradation
whelps on foreskin
diseased encounter
may I have another dollar bill?
Laughter is the best ridicule
the ringmaster knows what I mean
knows what I’ve seen
(midget takes hand exits stage left)
*specific*
eat me alive , climb the dog that smells of heat
trampled like an early morning dew
she said, open your eyes to reason
I’ll shed my skin for the sake of belonging
slumber in my aching arms
I no longer walk the steepest hill
the atrocities are new to my every movement
let the candle burn for my soul
suckling as if I were just born
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bee sting, flavor of the month
cuticles torn and bleeding
caramel candy apples at the carnival
heat rose from the vomit by the urinal
around and around inside the teacup
captured in a photograph
hear them laugh and dance with the setting sun
servitude replaces solitude
I love sacrifice ,like the trees love the rain
lament for the fly caught in the Venus trap
lacerations on the mind
cold beer numbs the body
swollen sleep, dead to the world
cough up blood to soothe the wounds
give a blessing for the pathetic and lost
I wandered down the path into the deep, black, all seeing, forest
and ran my fingers through my hair
did you hear laughter?
Don’t pick the apples
the smell of daisies and dandelions caught my nose like a cold
open the bruised door
apologetic to no-one
get a clue
leave me alone,, alone , atone, alone
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You've gotta - watch your back or be a victim
can't trust anybody everybody out to get some
nobody cares about yours, 'cept to take it
give a chance and you'll wind up naked and broke
people - talk the talk but then they talk to walk
people - balk at the thought of livin locked in prisons
the police plot missions to pop peasants to populate prisons
to prop profits for their brethren
the reverend propagates hate he's not benevolent
and the prophets and the pastors are all liars
but people fear the fire of the heavenly messiah - want to save their soul -
demonstrates that a lie can enslave us all
the politicians promise amelioration ,
there's no alleviation, their plan is to rob the nation
they're two faced, replaced, same shit different day
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Envision concrete prison nations, is it imagination?
with open eyes the realization is it's not an allegation,
it's the situation , civilization is enslaved,
and those who master us,
instill in our minds, that freedom is disastrous
no need to capture us, say Jesus raptures us
if we live by their law - so they beat us
we're too defeatist, preachers deceive,
we believe, and we'll never know,
elitist leaders mislead, but we follow though
Wow, I would seriously have sworn that was Public Enemy! I was imagining the military dress synchronized dancers in the background and Flava Flav joining in at the end of every line.
Anyway I didn't write this and I guess I'm an atheist but this poem moved me immensely:
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came.
Í say móre: the just man justices;
Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is—
Christ—for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
—GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
The man was a catholic and a Jesuit, and I don't share his beliefs, but this poem, like the rythym and the internal rhymes (it actually SOUNDS like a stone bouncing down a well at the start) did something to my brain.
The unusual accents are in the original, not sure what they are about.
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shiver shudder, huddled with the cold
breath of indecision
muddled the complications of waking existence
drifting for days between half-truths and lies
embryonic daze
floating through haze
dreams of deluge, delirium
ramble as I swallow another pill and sweat for my sins
this enrapture
this entrancement murders my soul
and crucifies my denial
Satyr savant
going and coming
undue undulations
lovemaking by the sea and captivating embrace
mischief posthaste
as the sun sets on desires
visions of red as she splashes in this sea
the tongue moistens her lips as a virulent smile passes
across the pale features
tasting the salt and watching the bubbles of translucent foam circles
the gown white as a shroud blows fervid and freely
this humidity as it clings to redolent skin
I missed this one somehow. This... this is truly poetry. I adore some of your words, my friend. Adore them.
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shiver shudder, huddled with the cold
breath of indecision
muddled the complications of waking existence
drifting for days between half-truths and lies
embryonic daze
floating through haze
dreams of deluge, delirium
ramble as I swallow another pill and sweat for my sins
this enrapture
this entrancement murders my soul
and crucifies my denial
Satyr savant
going and coming
undue undulations
lovemaking by the sea and captivating embrace
mischief posthaste
as the sun sets on desires
visions of red as she splashes in this sea
the tongue moistens her lips as a virulent smile passes
across the pale features
tasting the salt and watching the bubbles of translucent foam circles
the gown white as a shroud blows fervid and freely
this humidity as it clings to redolent skin
I missed this one somehow. This... this is truly poetry. I adore some of your words, my friend. Adore them.
Thank you very much for your kind words. :)
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Oh, have you heard the tale of the kittens from a litter?
They all played in kitten games, but their stories would differ
the first one was an acrobat, as nimble as the breeze
he danced around the way until he got stuck up a tree
the second was a fighter and demanded respect
until he died a bloody death when a dog bit his neck
the third one was a hedonist, of the gluttonous ilk
he sucked the mamas titty 'til he choked on the milk
the fourth one was an idealist, lived his life without bound,
never used the litter box, got euthenized at a pound
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Oh, have you heard the tale of the kittens from a litter?
They all played in kitten games, but their stories would differ
the first one was an acrobat, as nimble as the breeze
he danced around the way until he got stuck up a tree
the second was a fighter and demanded respect
until he died a bloody death when a dog bit his neck
the third one was a hedonist, of the gluttonous ilk
he sucked the mamas titty 'til he choked on the milk
the fourth one was an idealist, lived his life without bound,
never used the litter box, got euthenized at a pound
:D
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the Pleiades dancing luminous in the night sky
dancing away to soft nebulous goodbye
if I catch a cluster comet shower
spark in my eyes for close the hour
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I wanted to share this quote from Carl Sagan with everyone here. Its beautiful and poetic. It really puts things in perspective for me and I hope it does the same to you. The picture Sagan is referring to was taken by Voyager 1 in 1990. In the picture, Earth can barely be made out to be a tiny spec. I hope you enjoy.
"We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known." -Carl Sagan
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Sagan is great in video and books.
Highly recommend "The Demon Haunted World"
I wanted to share this quote from Carl Sagan with everyone here. Its beautiful and poetic. It really puts things in perspective for me and I hope it does the same to you. The picture Sagan is referring to was taken by Voyager 1 in 1990. In the picture, Earth can barely be made out to be a tiny spec. I hope you enjoy.
"We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known." -Carl Sagan
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I will check that out Polyphemus thanks. How's everything with you?