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    Mindless Poetry*7 more added!*

    Well most of my works I'll have to "edit" to make more user friendly because even though the words used arn't bad, its the implications, or the context, that is. So forgive me, but I'll do my best to improvise in the best.


    *Gallows God*
    The reign of time has taken its toll
    From years spent sitting under the old ash
    Thought many and contemplations deep
    As far as the wells of Yggdrasil creep
    My self I stand ready to accept
    To don a hero's journey
    An ancestral quest
    To Urd I bid the, quench my thirst
    My tongue is parched
    But the price of pleasure is grave
    So I give up sight so I may see full
    And indeed I sat there and drank
    Crystal clear and refreshing
    Body, mind, spirit
    Yet no longer will I be dense
    For time has rotted my mind with a thirst I need to quench
    Longenius as an aid I'm pierced
    My soul bound but merely free
    As I drown in wisdom
    My eye sheds not a tear
    For through me many shall be reborn
    The gallows I hung for 9 days
    In the seas I drowned for 9 days
    Plagued
    For the cost is my own life's end
    I wait patiently
    For my gift is free
    To all those who listen, follow me
    I have with me two halves that make a whole
    Thought, memory
    How they perch upon my shoulders
    For I am he




    **Terroristic Bloodshead**
    My pain is all but a memory
    Thoughts disguised in a reveille of destiny
    I push forward towards the impeding slaughter
    Awaiting my time to wear the nuke

    In a flash time stood still
    Yet I can still see the brass litter upon the earth like vacant smiles
    Onward I murder, Vatican I await thee
    Tethered to my soul this is all but a dream in which I cannot wake

    Stab me, do I not bleed
    Cut me, do I not feel
    Or is this a thought lost in memory

    Bells ring and sing as the echo deafens me
    Blinding white light, am I dead yet
    No, to my dismay I retorted
    With three copper jacketed answers

    I
    ..Hate
    ........You


    As the stars spin I'm uplifted into the abyss of bliss
    Has it come, my Valkyrie, to carry me to Valhalla
    Nay, but a constant drip of yellow submission


    I'm going to kill you...
    Kill you
    For killing me

    My soul bends and rips wide open from a buzzing
    The heavens must smile on me again
    But why, why can't this knight die

    My battle field, my dreams, my slumber
    I ache to grace my land in bloodshed
    Of yours, of mine, of theirs

    Never trickle my heart says
    Yet this button keeps being pressed
    Till I'm there, but so far away
    I wish I could read lips
    Because I can't hear what you say
    Not sure if I give a fvvk anyway



    **Necessary Baggage**
    When, in the brief moments of sleep, I find myself alone.
    I dream of what is to come, and what has past.
    Lies upon lies flooded my soul and poured out of this mouth.
    Broken promises, the only promise I know how to keep.

    In this sleep I find refuge from the deamon I call myself.
    My endeavors to put him at bay fail, so frail my will to thee.
    In shadows I hide as what was once inside emerges again.
    My flesh tainted, my soul broken I endure more sorrow.
    I stab this knife into my own chest, hoping to find the heart you all think I have, but all I find is nothing.

    My temple is built on lies.
    Brick by brick I swore to you as venom dripped from my lips, this vile twisted smile.

    As the feeling of paranoia lifts and I'm swallowed whole by the sky, I awake.
    The dead man dreams of life, when the living dream of death.
    Dreams come to pass or are reflections of past.
    In any case it holds true for myself.

    You are the one who deals with me, day in and day out.
    For I am he who looks into the mirror, I am thee.
    In any relationship there is baggage.
    In my relationship, it’s necessary.







    **Murderer**
    As I laid there I could see her weep
    Those fragments of her soul ran down to her chin
    I would have cried if I weren’t holding the gun
    My everything and angel I was killing
    My words were all lies to her
    A soft venom I knew I had to say
    To ease her mind, her soul
    But, for what gain did I etch her death
    None but my pleasures and myself
    For I delight in the mist of controversy
    So as her tears crept down her face I knew it to be true
    That my actions hurt more with what I say than what I do
    What a startling moment it was when sin crossed path with fate
    My finger crept and I asked her to smile
    Smile like she did when we use to talk
    Back when I was the “perfect” man
    When I didn’t lie
    But all I got was a toothy scowl and tears
    Which reflected the red-hot passion in which I delivered
    My only plea your honor
    Is that I loved her










    **Eyes that are awake, dream**

    Woke up from a dream of being awake

    Through closed eyes my vision was distorted

    True like the sky that hangs above I was enlightened

    Mind, body, soul now one

    Within prison I see faults that I should be blind to

    Vision obscures and the tiles melt into a solid subconscious bliss

    Mind and time cease to exist

    As this world runs parallel to yours

    If in fact it never ended I wouldn’t have cared

    For the strings that held my ceiling up were interesting enough

    Brilliance was my mind and clear was the soul

    For it was as if the very earth moved for me

    I being its sole master, and it my lover

    To direct and nudge its ebb and flow

    As I rocked back and fourth sitting still











    **Bitter Sweet Abortion**

    My eyes looked from the fabled sunrise to dusks fall
    With eerie anticipation I could hear the call
    Sirens screamed and bellowed my name
    Like a sailor in ships past, they led me astray
    Bound my hand and bound my soul
    For darkness shall I lye
    In fresh soil of my own wake my life is will to die
    Shards of pain, ice-pick abortion I feel it deep inside
    Beast and sinner one again in foolish devil pride

    So beats my soul for to whom I hide

    Never More

    Fables they tell of thee, yet I run
    My eyes glaze as night birthed day
    So I stand betwixt myself and the grave

    Before the light parted the clouds I herd the voice of angels
    Sobbing, choking, bitter echoes

    On her knees I found her crying razorblades
    Broken hands stained vermillion clang to me
    White eyes looked into mine at the sun rise
    She whispered softly to me

    “Lord, Father Darkness, make it go away
    My eyes were blinded by the faith that led me astray”

    With silent hiss the sun peaked and in my arms my angel laid
    Her violent breaths subsided, and inside I knew it to be true
    Blood stained hands I clasped as I took my last
    Forever and a day I stood there arms outstretched to the plague
    As insects crawled into the wounds

    My eyes, how they bled







    **Heart to Betray**
    Women just know how to pull the right strings to make your world crumble like a deck of cards
    When luck becomes that of nightmare and it all seems surreal and you don’t know who to turn to
    Waiting, wanting, plotting in ways I can’t conceive
    My memory erodes back to the point where they put in my will
    My eyes crack and open for the first time and yet for some reason I’m still blind
    Be it truth that stares at me like a hollow specter
    Or be it the lies I so desperately cling to
    Regardless of the rebirthing of affirmation I still think deep down to my core
    Where my mind wanders in fields of broken glass and razorblades; and memory is only one feeling, pain
    So there I stand in a vast land of running blades and seas of sorrow with only my sword to guide me and my heart to betray me





    **Runneth Over**
    In times of long lost once stood a purpose
    A reason to exist
    But yet as we grow we forget what history tells
    Droning on to our own beat
    And to no purpose at all

    When I was a child I knew not of what was to come
    And even still the same truth remains to remind me
    When times were colder and we were yet even seed
    There once stood a brotherhood, an order

    So blinded by greed now we forget the principals of our fathers,
    And theirs
    Who never struck the first nor last blow

    Far back in time when we knew not crime
    And our fields runneth over gold
    There was love for a brother and for another
    That came from deep in the soul





    **Kiss And Tell**
    Cancerous death creeping like a plague
    I dream to kiss and tell
    Momma never loved you why should I
    I awake to sleep for never more
    Baskets of flesh she carries
    Berries to make blood wine
    Drinking that which she came from
    Her mother’s skin peeled anew
    Lying down to bed with another
    Corpses are warmer than he
    Yet you spread your legs to fight devotion
    Breeding love in lustful emotion
    Dry and stale you breathe in death
    Succumb to and await the pain
    Succubus of the night’s breed
    Drink your God through a needle
    Feel the numbness
    You see them talking yet everything is quiet
    You just stare off to the ceiling
    Dreaming of cockroaches
    How I dream to kiss and tell
    Born in a womb of eggshells
    Splintered glass lays out the entrails of your life
    Walking on broken bone
    Supple is the pain
    Slow and crisp like the mornings death awaken
    Rising in steam on your breath
    Dreading the eyes view
    Another scar on soft skin
    Joined with that which never dreams
    A crisp lie embedded into flesh
    Lustful waste of emotion
    To dream of nevermore
    Fertile lands of forgotten memories
    A time without time
    Just to awaken
    I dream to kiss and tell

    *******************************************************
    Some of these poems date back to 2005, and as I post more it may be newer or older works depending on what I feel like XD
    Last edited by The Dread Lord; 06-16-2007, 10:58 PM. Reason: Added a second poem
    No man can hold what the darkness can sow, gonna' leave an ugly skull when you go. -Dax Riggs-

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    Re: Mindless Poetry

    I thoroughly enjoyed that poem, the begining part of the poem presented a very heavy sort of dread emotion which did not fit the rest, but the poem redeemed itself as it went on. It seemed to preach a message of hope, but had little hope to offer itself. I've never been one to comment on the body, I'm more about the soul. I apologize for not providing more concrete advice.
    Grow!

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      #3
      Re: Mindless Poetry

      Originally posted by altoecko View Post
      I thoroughly enjoyed that poem, the begining part of the poem presented a very heavy sort of dread emotion which did not fit the rest, but the poem redeemed itself as it went on. It seemed to preach a message of hope, but had little hope to offer itself. I've never been one to comment on the body, I'm more about the soul. I apologize for not providing more concrete advice.


      No no I apperciate what you have spoken here, though the reason the opening doesn't follow into the body is because it was the start of another poem, that never came to light about a year prior to writing the body, and thus almost taken out of context when I finished it. Your the first person to notice that from all whom have read it. (not just here but where I post most of my work.) I'm impressed. It would seem I have a very critical reader here, I look forward to seeing more responses whenever I post other works, I'm sure it would be well worth the time to post; that is if someone wishes to be critical for me.
      No man can hold what the darkness can sow, gonna' leave an ugly skull when you go. -Dax Riggs-

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        Re: Mindless Poetry*7 more added!*

        **Terroristic Bloodshead**
        Should be Bloodshed, and I enjoyed this poem, though the last line really didn't go well with the imagery and feel of the poem.



        **Necessary Baggage**
        I liked the promises line. You seem to write very dark poems, I know people tend to write what they feel, but have you ever tried writing a happy poem? I'll keep reading to see if any of the one's coming up are happy.


        **Murderer**
        Nice opening/closing statement I suppose. It's always hard when you break off a relationship, it really tears you up inside when the other person seemingly just turns off all their affection for you.



        **Eyes that are awake, dream**
        Is the subject in a mental institution or jail?


        **Bitter Sweet Abortion**
        Eep, that's dark. Beautiful imagery at the end there, the rhythm got really off mark in the middle though.


        **Heart to Betray**
        A little too cliche for my liking. The opening line was nice and the second part of the last line was good too.




        **Runneth Over**
        Very nice. That time is still alive today, but it is dormant and only coursing in our veins. You need to tap the well and let the love once more.


        **Kiss And Tell**
        VERY good! Painful to read, it really makes the reader feel the emotions you were going through. I hope the woman you wrote this about didn't do as much bad as you make it out to be. She'd be a pretty despicable person if it were true.
        Grow!

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          Re: Mindless Poetry*7 more added!*

          well its been a wile but I'm back and I'll retorty to your messages in due time. but for now I'm here

          -Lee-
          No man can hold what the darkness can sow, gonna' leave an ugly skull when you go. -Dax Riggs-

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