Well, I write a lot of poetry, so I figured I should start posting it here. I'll get around to posting some of my music when I get home from austria.. but for now, poetry.
I write in three main styles: verse-chorus style lyrics, freeform (free association) poetry, and, yknow, traditional poetry. I'll try to get a little up here of all of it before the night's over.
Start with some lyrics...
As the Stables Burn
Like an endless mirror
Like an empire's end
Like a traitor's honour
Like a vacant throne
We shall struggle for honour
For our clan, for our kin
We shall struggle for honour
For our blood, for our ties
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And isn't death the beginning?
Our devotion, our beginning?
This sacrifice will not be in vain
Our conquering sun will rise again
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the fortunes will smile on us tonight
As the stables burn
And our pyres will outshine the stars tonight
When the stables burn
And as we walk down sorrow's road
And champion our father's code
Our voices held high, our spirits held high
Our names not forgoten, never to die
We shall struggle for honour
For our lands, for our fields
We shall struggle for honour
For our graves, for our names
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the fortunes will smile on us tonight
As the stables burn
And our pyres will outshine the stars tonight
When the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the fortunes will smile on us tonight
As the stables burn
And our pyres will outshine the stars tonight
When the stables burn
Selfish
he who dares
joins a chorus of wasted attempts
and grieves the death of an action
stature is our absolute
the "new artistic circle jerk"
look upon our works, normality
and despair
introspection
to live is a rhetorical question
what have you to show for all your theatre games?
you are not so alone, although someday...
the moon sheds its tears over the bodies of the heavens
as existence itself defines a porcupine complex
to dance without meaning under an era's setting sun
singing truthfulness, the sound of one hand clapping
introspection
to live is a rhetorical question
what have you to show for all your theatre games?
you are not so alone, although someday...
world-go-round
the cries of those you've pushed aside to live
world-go-round again
to see eye to eye is to be blind
disabled and destitute
our progress is reduced to product
as our intentions are wasted
on the efforts of ourselves
"to interrogate the sky for the meaning of nothing"
I write in three main styles: verse-chorus style lyrics, freeform (free association) poetry, and, yknow, traditional poetry. I'll try to get a little up here of all of it before the night's over.
Start with some lyrics...
As the Stables Burn
Like an endless mirror
Like an empire's end
Like a traitor's honour
Like a vacant throne
We shall struggle for honour
For our clan, for our kin
We shall struggle for honour
For our blood, for our ties
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And isn't death the beginning?
Our devotion, our beginning?
This sacrifice will not be in vain
Our conquering sun will rise again
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the fortunes will smile on us tonight
As the stables burn
And our pyres will outshine the stars tonight
When the stables burn
And as we walk down sorrow's road
And champion our father's code
Our voices held high, our spirits held high
Our names not forgoten, never to die
We shall struggle for honour
For our lands, for our fields
We shall struggle for honour
For our graves, for our names
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the fortunes will smile on us tonight
As the stables burn
And our pyres will outshine the stars tonight
When the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the wind will whisper our names tonight
As the stables burn
And the fortunes will smile on us tonight
As the stables burn
And our pyres will outshine the stars tonight
When the stables burn
Selfish
he who dares
joins a chorus of wasted attempts
and grieves the death of an action
stature is our absolute
the "new artistic circle jerk"
look upon our works, normality
and despair
introspection
to live is a rhetorical question
what have you to show for all your theatre games?
you are not so alone, although someday...
the moon sheds its tears over the bodies of the heavens
as existence itself defines a porcupine complex
to dance without meaning under an era's setting sun
singing truthfulness, the sound of one hand clapping
introspection
to live is a rhetorical question
what have you to show for all your theatre games?
you are not so alone, although someday...
world-go-round
the cries of those you've pushed aside to live
world-go-round again
to see eye to eye is to be blind
disabled and destitute
our progress is reduced to product
as our intentions are wasted
on the efforts of ourselves
"to interrogate the sky for the meaning of nothing"
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