Poetry and Poetic Thoughts

plato god.

I arranged to feel nothing
Except Hell’s sharp spears.
Around the flames
Beautiful naked women dance
And dance and
Convulsing with primal energy –
And I am the flame
Licking at them
Drinking the sweat away
To cleanse all the pain
From my mind

so there was sitting and singing as she undid her mind–threw it across her sanity–while the world rolled over on itself and polished off a tall glass of humanity

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Set up shop in my soul
and fill your quill with the ink of
Visions–these sights that seem
to sink below our perception.
I can see them, but only while
listening to the imagination of the
I need your silent worlds.
I need the Sun that hides away.

And these hungry forces,
devouring Light–
all Light that leads Life!
They soak it up through their
veins, for nothing more than dried
pulp. Birds cry and scatter–
the fear of the cage overwhelms,
almost paralyzes.
And we in our prisons, we
Know such atrocities, we
Know such Truths!

So we aim, steadfast and true,
with warm eyes and cold hands,
to strike fear from the fallen.
So the earth trembles, for it is
the fear. The oceans sink.
Birds sillhouette striking shapes
against the sky.

The golden Sun illuminates every
lie we misplaced before us.

The future unfolds in fits and starts.
The day arrives, soft and bold.
Morning, evening, and all its parts,
And all the stories we’ve ever told.

Things will be better soon, they say.
And the summer descends to fall.
Always the same, never they stay.
Everything is nothing — and all.

Present unending it always brings —
All mixed with bliss and torment,
Burrowing deep inside everything —
A changelessness. A pause. A moment.

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Sitting on a bench in the forest, reading your poem and listening to bird song…

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Out there on the rascal farm
Where daggers do their silent harm
The ghosts of marble mountains crumble.
The jackal prince fights in the rubble.
A deaf man waits and watches, stiff,
While dead men rock against the cliff.

Parachute parades fall down and grasp
The evening’s program that waits to clasp
A sudden shocking of the valley,
And red ships painted in the alley.
We swing and stare with star-pupilled eyes,
The gargoyle face with bright disguise.

The profiled tattered wandering echo
Balances their minds with tick-tock tempo.
And the kings, they whisper of secret battles
While the calm, cool minstrels break out and rattle.
In solitude are the wished for ones:
Dreams, lightning, hand-me-down guns.

And in the dark are eyes like lanterns
Waiting for the blind enchanter.
And polluted promises wisk away
The quiet sunshine of yesterday.

I sit, half-dead, atop a burnt black hill, my lungs filled with soot and fumes from the scorched earth
The sky, dark and swirling,
spirals of razor-dust;
I can no longer see that warm star.
And the corpses below, crawling in random directions, trying to escape their skin–their hands, I know, give the stench of gasoline and phosphorus: it’s the only smell in the air.

Far away
I hear millions of children cry
in regret of a voyage.
Their tears are my mirrors.
The sea they crossed is their own. And the ship: made from Time and cracked, faux wood
is their own.
Though the vessel nevers docks, the port rests at the edge of my reality,
so I am the ship; I am the sea;
I am the children, and they are me.
This wasteland is our own mistake.

Eyes, blind, see the faults of the physical,
the creations of one man–the misconstrued notion of something so Simple.
My visions are distorted
by the scalding of flesh, the cries of concocted pain.
All those around me stare with midnight death in their eyes, and six-foot shrouds at their feet.

My shroud unraveled long ago,
and, now, I see glimpses of Light.

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I felt like you were writing the alternate lyrics for Arise :grin:

Well, at least the verse parts, you need a chorus.

Under a pale grey sky
We shall arise :money_mouth_face:

Hahaha! I haven’t heard that one before, but I have to say, I think I like my words better :metal:

It sounds like the lyrics to a death metal song.

Maybe I was thinking more of Beneath The Remains

It’s just not my cup of tea lol. I do like metal though, I guess just not death metal… But yeah man, I can now see those as death metal lyrics. Now I won’t be able to un-see that :laughing:

Good, that’s all I wanted to accomplish today. :partying_face:

Now, let’s go burn down a theater with a bunch of people in it. :smiling_imp:

Because there’s only one way to exit…

Yes! Can’t let dreams be just dreams :smiling_imp: