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Persilot
(acolyte)
02/07/07 07:40 PM
Another one... new [re: Persilot]  

I didnít see the dawn rise,
As I swung free from my noose,
So I fell into the shattered shards,
Of bleeding naked truth.

And I didn't see the midday sun,
As I dodged the headsmans blade,
So I sank into the wet cement,
Of loneliness and pain.

But then I saw the sunset,
As I stood upon the shore,
So I leapt into the dappled sea,
And heard the ocean roar.

You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real. But you cannot buy protection from the way that I feel!

JarethsGirl
(stardust savant)
02/08/07 06:50 AM
Oh, Barnacles new [re: Sam_X]  

Thank you kindly, Sam. I was rather happy with the "scales" line, which happened to echo the "bird" line in the previous verse quite by accident. (By the way, if I were to ever read that poem aloud somewhere, I would raise my fist in the air at "weapon" and give the middle finger at the "bird" word, and throughout the rest of the poem.)

P.S. I don't think Cohen would mind. He'd probably take it as the greatest of compliments (secretly.. and then sue you for every sweet sheckel you are worth! Hahaha ::sigh:: ..Jews.)


"Roulette Weal"


Tonight seems like the perfect night
To quit while I'm ahead
But, I'm not ready

Though, I wouldn't say I'm winning;

I'm on fire

If I thought I could
I'd stop the globe from spinning;
Dive my finger in that shallow,
Muted blue
If, but, to prove
I'm not on fire

Under pressure
It won't budge
To split this glacier
I'll need warmth
There was no sun to melt the plastic
Only artificial light
Only the pallor of my face

They make it out to be a game
As if you're choosing where to land
Without having to make a choice
But, when you're losing
It is still your fault

And, everyone just drifts away;
Dissappointed
Uninvested
In their own desires, tumbling
From your palm
To fall in all the wrong pockets

They ought to paint the continents
All red
The lifeless sea
All black
And, God is green

The one color we cannot see
Nothing could make more sense than that

I wouldn't play this game
If everything
Were blurs of faint, grey hues
And, getting used
Were not my main intention
Is it making sense, yet?

There's a light
In every shade

For, red does cast a roseate, bright sheen upon my face

But, black does then reflect my visage
Deep within the void
Caliginous
And, underjoyed

When the glow of luck has simply
Lost my touch

And, I can see the loss, as such




If guns are made for shooting, then skulls are made to crack.
Youíve never seen a better Faig than with a bullet in his back.


Persilot
(acolyte)
02/22/07 08:57 AM
Re: Oh, Barnacles new [re: JarethsGirl]  

The dream

Yesterday time stopped for a bit,
So I watched the pigeons flying backwards,
Whilst hopping on two feet.

I queued at the bus stop,
But three came at once,
So I lay in the road and counted the clouds,
Till the sleeping policeman woke me up.

Down the cobbled lanes,
Old women flashed their legs coyly.
Whilst passers by stopped to wave,
And made calls on their mobile cameras.

So I played by the gutter with a piece of rope,
But it won every game except one.
I didn't like losing so I went back to sleep.

You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real. But you cannot buy protection from the way that I feel!

Quentin
(wild eyed peoploid)
02/22/07 04:03 PM
Re: Oh, Barnacles new [re: Persilot]  

You flunked a History degree for this?



You joined up to die - and we'll send you where you can. - Foreign Legion Maxim

schizophrenic
(acolyte)
02/22/07 06:12 PM
Re: Oh, Barnacles new [re: Quentin]  

Quentin, do you know what's more important than History? Not getting stabbed in the face. Know who deserves to get stabbed in the face? You. Know who'd do it? Me.

I'm glad we had this little talk, Quentin. I hope we've reached some sort of understanding.

"If Australia ever gets a new national anthem I'll insist 'punch her in the twat' is in the lyrics somewhere." - PHOENIX

Quentin
(wild eyed peoploid)
02/23/07 03:52 PM
Re: Oh, Barnacles new [re: schizophrenic]  

I really pity mard-ass cyber-bullies who abuse people to boost their inferiority complexes.

You joined up to die - and we'll send you where you can. - Foreign Legion Maxim

schizophrenic
(acolyte)
02/23/07 04:27 PM
Um... new [re: Quentin]  

Mard-ass? What the fuck is mard-ass supposed to mean? Is it like some hybrid of "smart-ass" and "lard-ass" you invented that we lowly plebes have yet to incorporate into our vocabulary?

Or maybe it's an insult specific to me. In that case, I'm not quite sure what you're getting at. I don't know what or who mard is, or why it would be such an important part of my life (or more specifically, my ass) that it would be such an insult when referenced. Could you care to elaborate, chumpy?

And I know it's probably not a typo because you're like, so over that. [UNNECESSARY EMOTICON][/UNNECESSARY EMOTICON]

"If Australia ever gets a new national anthem I'll insist 'punch her in the twat' is in the lyrics somewhere." - PHOENIX

Persilot
(acolyte)
02/28/07 12:08 PM
Re: Oh, Barnacles new [re: Persilot]  

There's something absurd going on in my brain,
When I sleep I see flip flops,
And donkeys from Spain,
Carrying portable phones,
Which are made out of stone,
(But you can't have a phone which is made out of stone,)
Absurd.

But when I wake up and my heads full of talk,
I see dodgy old women taking cats for a walk,
Or people in hoodies who are talking in tongues,
And I think that I'm dreaming or the worlds going wrong,
But they tell me it's real and I need to get on,
Just shut up, stop thinking and keep your head down,
Absurd.

So now I don't know know where I'd rather be,
Cos your world is grimmer and it feels like a dream,
So I'll keep my head high and take a look round,
And watch all the flip flops that are poncing around,
I know you don't like it, but don't make a sound,

It's all just absurd.

You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real. But you cannot buy protection from the way that I feel!

JarethsGirl
(stardust savant)
03/01/07 02:45 AM
Throw Mama From the Pirate Ship new [re: Persilot]  

I wish I had dreams like that, Percy. The last dream I can remember clearly involved Mama Fratelli from The Goonies. It was terrifying...

The imagery makes me think of a cool Radiohead music video or something. Very vivid. I like it.

I have a couple of fag women I go hunting with. - Altoid

Persilot
(acolyte)
03/05/07 09:04 PM
Re: Throw Mama From the Pirate Ship new [re: JarethsGirl]  

In reply to:

The imagery makes me think of a cool Radiohead music video or something.


That's probably the greatest thing anyone's ever said about one of my poems. I love you for that comment.

Here's another slightly disturbing one...

Albert Alders doesn't sleep,
He's dreaming, drowning, falling deep
There's muddy footprints on his soul,
Broken bodies, blackened holes.

He wanders through the crowded streets,
Shaking hands, caressing feet,
No touch can wake his deadened eyes,
His head is wrapped in smoke and lies.

He waits for you to play your part,
You still the beating of your heart,
But now he's near, the world seems still
You're only waiting for the kill.

Now Albert Alders follows you,
He sees your mind, he knows your truth,
Hide and seek may be your game,
But Albert Alders never plays.

Albert Alders never sleeps,
He never drinks or ever eats,
Wait and see he'll find you soon,
And then you'll hear his deadly tune.


You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real. But you cannot buy protection from the way that I feel!


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