I was sitting
On a hillside
My hand…

Well it may have well
Been slapping my face

Red and blinded
Distortions of disgrace
Left feelings displeased and
Feelings displaced
Ill at ease with a self
Yet too sure of the face

Vain smile in the
Corners of my lips
Playful soul hiding behind
Small lies sweet like
Mothers tits

Then in my hope for absolution
I cried out in a disordinary
Nature…

I found,
Through self contempt
Marred by blissful fantasy,
A facade of pain that
Sweeps the ashen souls
Of men away




But it was my view
And to name it now
Would only trouble it’s truth

But understand it sometimes
Takes great blows and hard falls
To find oneself nearby…

The hall
Where great men lie
Those who told it all

I just wrote this... thought I'd post it here. Obviously.

I never wrote a poem in my life and this was completely by accident really. I just thought of the first line as a kind of darkish phrase that sounded funny in my head, then I just wrote the rest without much thought. Kind of therapeutic really.

So without further delay, the follwing has been entitled:

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"I aint so Zen (also your long time metaphor is a lazy one... you jackass!)."

All I could never want to need,
felt eternally so it seems,
Though I haven't been there yet.
Sounds majestic, though I hear
IT'S OVERATED!

Need is not wanted when one's content
want is not needed
but needed is wanted,
what would you want to need?

"something simple please!"
For needs are not wanted when happy
they're just there
Eternally,
or so it seems,
RATHER LAZY!


Not here though
or so it seems
counting flies (just the one)
or medicating dreams
eternally...

or so it seems.
want's
to sew the seams
to needs
Needs, the seeds
force wants to deeds
want from need
"CAN'T WANT BE FREE'D?"

oh savage need

YES INDEED!

just one more thing please?

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I kind of wish I did more as that sounds delicously whiney towards the end

This will sound infinitley better if you read it outloud in a high pitched victorian english accent while wearing a monacle.

They took me to the battlefield
And I saw the mushroom cloud,they said
"I can see the colours
Even when my head is bound"
They showed me the destruction,
The slaughter a la carte;
And isnt nature wonderful.........
But is this art?

They took me to the hospital
And pulled aside the sheet,they said
"look at that pulsating there,
Just listen to the beat"
They showed me the incision
Then took away the heart
And isnt nature wonderful........
But is this art?

They took me to the scientist
Who opened up a vial,he said
"This is only chickenpox
And rhino bile"
And they showed me what it did to mice,
Said "This is just the start"
And isnt nature wonderful........
But is this art?

They took me to the tenement
And kicked down the door,they said
"Have you seen the copulations
Practised by the poor?
We select the ones to breed now
And we reject a part"
And isnt nature wonderful........
But is this art?


And isnt nature wonderful..........But is THIS art?


PS-not my work but written by a colleague some 25ish years ago.Still resonates with me.

I am here
Then I'm gone
Through dimensions
Then I'm one
spread the mind
through the abyss
the universe
is within.

(random something I made up just now)

We are the vanguard, welcome or no,
And we shall lead the meek mighty and low
And in leading, follow all, so we may flourish and burgeon and grow,
Tilling the ground and sowing the know:

Soar above
till below
Enjoin the flow.

oh man, I really like this :]

that first line...wow!

absolutely mindblowing!!

Thanks Vovin, Stevowitz. And thanks for not pointing out the silly spelling mistake - I fixed it... (a "meak" is actually a longhandled hook, often used as a weapon, which lends the phrase a slightly more sinister ring). I don't write poetry often, but sometimes a word just sets me off - in this case, I heard the word "vanguard" in a conversation and scrawled the rest on a cotton napkin in a restaurant bathroom! Of course, i stole the napkin...

Your humble serpent,

JBArk

AS SHADOWS GROW
THEIR IMAGE SHIVERS
AND THE WITHERING LIGHT SHIMMERS,
AS THE DEEP
COMES TO SHALLOW.


From this post, about the relationship of light, horizons, enlightenment and Distance Mass Time.

JBArk

SEVERING DEEP

Let us
This Time
keep –

When the levering sleep
Is severing deep
And when the weathering weep
and the weak leap and sheep heap
And the reaping treasures are feathering cheap:

Behold and keep.
The severing deep.
And do. Not. Leap.

I seem to be the sole poster.

Don’t hold on
Or it’ll slip away -
It’s always the knots
That crack and fray.

JBArk

And since I am posting to myself , here's another:


Amidst the shouts and tears and laughter
And all the multifarious cries of life
I hear a voice that whispers love and strife
And wails the slippery and adamantine truth :
That whether by decay or accident or rage or noose
Where I was before, this is where I shall go after……….

What am I, and why am I here?
Spinnin around on top of a sphere,
Round a big fireball, we call it a year,
Smile after smile, and tear after tear,

When did it start, and when will it end?
Do we live in the now, or do we pretend?
Are we kidding ourselves, each other, our friends?
Is this all there is, or a means to an end?

Can we step out the box, into the light?
Is there a purpose, or random organic plight?
Created by luck, and just so happened in spite,
Of anything else, and just exists in the night,

To be one step closer, to knowing is tough,
The truth throws out obstacles, living is rough,
But I don't care, I'm released from the cuffs,
I'm part of the Nexus, and that's close enough,

I say close enough, and that's understated,
Of all the ideas agreed, argued and debated,
One thing I must say, perhaps it's belated,
Thank you The Traveler, for what you've created.

Peace

Macre

My words are surgical verbs, turning vertical curves,
Absurd in their swerves, observing alternative Earths,
This world it pretends, it ends then amends,
It sends you through the bends, but be-friends then re-offends,

Back and forth up and down, attacking the thoughts in a crown,
Like sharp retorts in a row, stabbing forks in the now,
It desists then recommits, breeds bliss then re-convicts,
hit and miss then re-emits, in a blitz of seething bits,

The real and the fake, captured and sealed with a shake,
Shedding the feel of awake, like the peel of a snake,
Something happens, under the slumbering trappings,
The plundering atoms, coming asunder with add-ons,

There's a mass of new confusion, from the flask of pure infusion,
There's a fact of rude intrusion, and it's masked in crude illusion,
Is harm being spawned, with a dawn of forlorn?
Alarm is adorned, then perfect calm is restored.

Peace

Macre

Radiating pulses of light
allowing sight in the darkness
I can see through walls
I can see the hearts of men
tainted beyond redemption

Sounds
The fly
buzzing across the room
is a tornado whirling overhead
When will it achieve my utter destruction
The water dripping
is a plane crashing at the backdoor
I hear the screams
the silent cries to be spared
They were all lost
among the fiery explosion

Time slows
slows beyond any mortal's comprehension
Seconds become days
Days become an entire lifetime
I think as I lose consciousness
I become a time-traveler
I've watched myself grow old
I've watched my children
I've seen everything in my life pass before me
and yet time laughs at me
mocks me by not showing me the face of my beloved wife
The one who will make my life worth living
He thinks he is funny

The light has condensed
into an orb
The color is of a grayish hue
A color so beautiful
my human eyes cannot behold its brilliance
A glimpse of Heaven in this hell
I think it is a key
to unlock my chest
to release the pain
to unlock the next phase of my humanity
Am I a superhero?

Yes.

Trying
Trying so hard
to change the frown
to brighten the shadows
to be free of pain
but
it seems
like the headache will endure
the shadows will overtake me once again
I tried to change
but in a world of flux
I stay constant
a dark room
every so often
someone will open the door
and
a flood of light
but before I reach the threshold
Slam!
I am once again blind
I have forgotten the room
Has it gotten bigger?
Was I
transported
back to a realm of calm suffering?
It's okay
I make acquaintance with the pen
again...
the last time?
I am content
to scribble in the dark.
For now.

Absolutely Awesome poems everyone.

Good one you Vovin, MetaX111, Jbark, Lavos, Soulfood, Macre and Ice and everyone else I missed.......great work.
I love the release through poems.

Kenneth Patchen is my favorite.
His picture poems were written from his deathbed. Each poem is short and powerful...
Check em out.... He was inspired.

May the poets be heard.....

Here's one from me for you.
An old one, 5 years ago, I hope you like it.


The death of my Love.

“Take me to myself with haste”,
I told the angels in my trust,
For there I feel is death's swift hand,
and my timing is a must.

They took me to myself with speed,
unto the tale untold,
My eyes could barely see the scape,
But I trusted what they'd hold.

And standing at the gates of now,
Within my body's space,
I found myself residing clutched,
Seeming painfully out of place.

I saw the mirrors face aghast,
as he mirrored his last recall.
His chest was heaving with the shame,
of the destruction of his fall.

So I gave my heart to him right then,
for I had no need to heal,
A glance was all he gave me back,
though it's beat to him was real.

He lay there in my arms awhile,
But I had no tears to shed.
For warm as his memory was,
I was living he was dead.

But in that glimpse, I saw a boy,
who's eyes were made of sky,
And in that man, I saw a lover,
who's love will never die.

And at that time I held him dear,
He needed me just then.
And then I put him back in this world,
If only through this pen.

So what's to say that I can share,
The meaning of my gain?
Unless I try to live, my love,
With my angels and my pain.

Pome -

In the Nexus we are
Like a circus by far
In the shadows we glow
The day bringing the show
Makes feeling so true
Submerged in colors and hues

To Sleep we go in a forest we'll grow
Green energies unite for a round fire sight
Each with laughter to give, and hope for no fright
Whirling winds remain to remind
Like a bomb that is calmed by it's own plight and time

The end draws near, and still have no fear
Wake up! Have a Beer! Cheer! while we rape our Mother and piss in her ear
Earth is in peril and life must be cherished
In all seriousness start growing cabbage

very inspiring poems, id like to give it a try. Please don't judge


Recently i met this girl
her hair was golden swirl

and although you would never
win the nobel price
i thought she is quite nice
it might be the one forever

after some wine
cant think of a rhyme
nevermind that
well we went to bed

we cuddled and kissed
until she hissed:

"NO i cant, its wrong."
"Why baby?"
"Look at it its too long!"

and i said: "You amaze me!
Your tits are frigging crazy"
"Really, is it true?"
"Yes i only do love you!"
"That is so sweet why dont you stay?"
"Why not, id really like a lay"