Poems

Agalloch is a band, but their lyrics are very poetic:

Through vast valleys I wonder
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
'til the lost forsaken endless. . .
This is where I choose to tread

Fall. . .so shall we fall into the nihil?
The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us

Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here in the balance of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen and abandoned us?

As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land

Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .
Then God is not dead

I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away

. . .like every hope I've ever had. . .
. . .like every dream I've ever known. . .
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. . .
. . .wash away. . .
. . .fade away. . .

Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here at the edge of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen to ruin?

As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land

The fields of Mr.Fall
He cleaned the Autumn's leaves
He kissed the pumpkin patch
He once lived on a farm
Full of black and orange
Mr.Fall met Ms.October
Now they are stuck in the twirling leaves
Forever consumed in the Autumn's sun.


He stood in the light
Of brilliance and fire
He walked to the light
To see the Illuminating haven
He fell on cobblestone
Of melancholy and blood
He ran through twilight
Inside the enlightening forest
He breached the bright haven
I am darkness.

Don't drive me blind,
As I walk on melancholy,
I never saw Balthazar's true face,
Don't drive me blind,
I waited here too long,
I saw the face of Castiel,
Don't drive me blind,
I stood in the rain waiting for you,
I never saw his true face,
Drive me blind.

Darkness surrounds me,
Inside a cave with no ending,
This darkness makes my blood run cold,
Makes my cuts and bruises return,
All the darkness consumes me,
Now I see a smile,
Looking back behind the crushed mirror.


Skeletons dancing in the pure red sky,
Monsters moving,
Graves are souls,
Lonely and suffering,
It never rains,
The dark midnight,
Snow in the light,
Blocked by the moon in the midnight.


Clowns look at me,
With their blank faces,
Never seen the sad man,
They always smile,
They never leave,
Clowns smile on the side of blood,
Suddenly they turn cold,
No escaping now.

It had of brilliance and darkness,
No figures of 2 legs,
No voices of begging,
Flashlights explored mystic streets,
No footprints meant no meets and greets,
As rain flashed in,
Love came back to the town.

These are all written by me.

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no one else is dealing with your demons friend - tyler joseph.

Samuel Beckett


for Joe Chaikin


folly -
folly for to -
for to -
what is the word -
folly from this -
all this -
folly from all this -
given -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this -
this -
what is the word -
this this -
this this here -
all this this here -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this this here -
for to -
what is the word -
see -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse -
what -
what is the word -
and where -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse what where -
where -
what is the word -
there -
over there -
away over there -
afar -
afar away over there -
afaint -
afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -
seeing all this -
all this this -
all this this here -
folly for to see what -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
afaint afar away over there what -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -
what is the word

This is Beckett's final work

The middleman has funnelvision
and he's looking for a sunrise
down the barrel of a gun
and the adman's cutting green
and echoing hyperbole
like a mole without a compass

And they say the chancellor is dead

The time's ripe to quit
whether ahead or not
Nothing equals everything

and nothing is a plot

Reality's on the way
just a hop and a skip away

Warnings gone unheeded
flagrantly piled in the back
of the theatre while
the shoeshine soldiers
smoke and joke
trading on empty promises
behind failsafe barricades

high above the firestorm

Reality's on the way
just a hop and a skip away

The time is ripe to quit
whether ahead or not
Nothing equals everything

and everything's a plot

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#31 on SC's Top 100 Mofos list!!

Elegant serpent

Endless coils of self-knowledge superimposing structure
Ancient mechanism of self-containment
Living machine consuming death

Grace is your shed skin forever
As spiritual anathema I know you to be my dark secret
Twinned and twined through into existence

Devourer

I reached the top
I kissed the bottom
Fell down to look
At these ember skies
In the month of June
I came by the riverside
To lay on the water
I held her hand on windy hills.
________________________

I hold your hand,
Your roller coaster is spontaneous
I kiss you in the clouds


Your the most beautiful prize
I would try 100 times to win you
I would hold your hand 247


Your the ride I always dreamed to fly with
The cotton candy was yours the minute I saw you
I will never leave you carnival girl.
---

I ran through the forests
The lakes fell into
My empty hand
I kissed the green
Ground on saturday night
I fought to see the
Winter forest green
I just went to
The winds of
My August sun
I was a Lumberjack
In the month
Of
October.

The reason I know this poem, it was on encarta encycl. way back when you needed a cd-rom to load. It stuck with me.

Fire and Ice

by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Personal Helicon

As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.


One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.
I savoured the rich crash when a bucket
Plummeted down at the end of a rope.
So deep you saw no reflection in it.


A shallow one under a dry stone ditch
Fructified like any aquarium.
When you dragged out long roots from the soft mulch
A white face hovered over the bottom.


Others had echoes, gave back your own call
With a clean new music in it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall
Foxgloves, a rat slapped across my reflection.


Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

My favourite work by Seamus Heaney, who died today.

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"Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how the Tatty 100 is done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves." - Brendan Behan

I the forgotten
all the echoes in time
all the reaching
all the sensory packages
and their inevitable eroding
the inarticulate collapse into default eternity
all the nameless gods
their entourages of saints and devils and worker bees
the seminal moment of reflection
the madness
all the moments of solace and distortion caught like flies in amber
all the old rusting networks and the machines who found peace
the dead and near-dead

I the forgotten who are now beyond the sign
outstripped by evolving awareness
left in a limbo of untranslatable identity
unformed to you
aborted to me
I see them as your unsung ground
As ground you are to be

Wow a poetry thread...

I write all types of poetry and started writing short stories as well. I have been writing for about 10 years. However, my first poem I never did save and it was a beautiful visual poem.

Here are a few of my poems

The Door

As I look out into the rain
Sadness engulfs my heart
thoughts of you from
long ago fill my mind.

Those thoughts are full of happiness
They are full of joy and laughter
but they have been replaced by
darkness, sadness and sorrow.

You have walked out that door
as you have walked out my life
leaving me here lonely
with no one to call "friend".

Mother Goddess

Oh Young Maiden born in the spring
Your hair is as gold as the sun that shone above
Your youthful joy appears as you run thru the flowers
soon your time will come and you will grow to maturity

Oh Mother of Summer, your youthful days are gone
Your children play in the sand at your feet
Soon they will leave and you will be on your own
and you will age to be wiser than before

Oh Old Woman of the Autumn
Your skin has changed to the colors of brown leaves
that crush as you walk thru the warm days
Soon you will die and only your memory will remain

Oh Lady of Death, hear our cries
Our souls rejoice as the snow covers our land
for in the Spring you will be reborn
But the memory of your life will continue on .

Words

You say my words are poetry
but I tell you they are from my heart
the true feelings I hold
that can never come apart.

My words are music soft and sweet
for they bring pleasure to your ears
They are only words for you
that no one else can hear.

Loneliness

Loneliness fills my heart
as I think of you gone from me.
There is nothing I want more
than to keep you with me,
but that is not you want.

You have gone and left nothing
but memories that are
now clouded with tears and heartache.
Your voice fades from my memory
as I cling to what is left in my mind.

But wishes are dreams and dreams fade away
and each day you leave my memory
as each petal falls from tree
as each drop of rain falls from the sky
as each bit of sadness fills my heart.

Let's have a bad poetry contest, peeps.

Oh my metaphor
My sad sad metaphor
How I cry and/or wail for you
My spirit lactates
My orifice quivers
Dust and spilt milk

Like sands through the hourglass...
These are the days of our lives
Ignominious defeat
at the hands of a clock
Clowns surfing their webz
Looking for clown sex

What have we become?
Wherefore and what dost thee
Thou verily do the dew
Tragedy wracks my little brain
Sighing and whimpering
I hide under the bed

Taste not the cheerios of fate!
All is lost
Starring Robert Redford
Might be worth checking out
Because I enjoy films about survival
Man versus Nature
That sort of thing

But I digress
To quote Mark Twain
And so on
It's nothing but a G thang, baby
And I'll be seeing you in all the familiar places
Sipping upon gin
And juice

For thine are the power and glory and nachos
Forever and ever
Ect.

There was young man from Australia
Who painted his ass like a dahlia
The colour was fine
Likewise the design
But the odour, my friends, was a failure.

__________________
“The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to you.”
― Neil deGrasse Tyson

That's not bad. You lose.

Typical.

Mystery Creature

Mystery creature of the past
who stalks my spirit moving very fast
Your eyes, that face,
I couldn't care about the place
where you stated your case
All I could see were
the stories in your heart
the walls filled with your art
But now they've crumbled
to the ground
You've got me going 'round
Putting up flyers
and dealing with the liars
All because you
chomped down
went outta town
Took the bus
left me hearing you cuss
Mystery creature
you're deranged
and you've got it all arranged
Sometimes you're going north
sometimes west
sometimes you're somebody's guest
Mystery creature
I've got to move you
to somewhere you're
a little more well known
Then that mystery will be forgotten
And your spirit will be rotten
Mystery creature
what I want to know is
are you
are you ever gonna slow down?

Nice SC

I think Deadlite was trying to say my poems were bad.... oh well I know many who love them... and I have some I cant post here...

Er, no... I was trying to start a funny-bad poetry contest. I honestly didn't even read the previous post when I did it, sorry...

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There's so much to do on Movie Forums.
I started the commentary trend.
Now it's grown wildly out of control.
I like them, but there's too many episodes of "Sex and the City" left to commentate for.
Though, I do like commentating with Honeykid.
We'll see.

The Song Tournaments are on fire.
Why did I start an Asian Song Tournament?
I want to listen to the Asian songs.
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.
Listen to the Asian songs.
Asian.
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The Asian songs.

The '70s Countdown is coming.
Holden Pike is the host.

La la la la la.

Miss Vicky's gonna nominate a bunch of Tom Petty songs
in the Mega Song Tournament.
I just know it.
Maybe some Fleetwood Mac and what's his name.
You know, that singer she likes.
I forget. Who cares?

I have had enough of Movie Forums.
Ban me.

O Holy Father

Good
God