Aaa yes, I threw it through the window. I have spelt it correctly in other posts. Thank you for pointing this out. I would prefer somebody say something (in a cordial manner) rather than it go unchecked. Intentional or not I'll guarantee you that it will happen again. Who knows, maybe by trying to spell it the other way it will come out right. Hopefully such a public mistake will burn it a little deeper into my brain. Obviously my grammar check doesn't work so well, must be time for a new wordprocessor.
Half of Me I am not afraid to be alone Because the only comfort I have is solitary In fact, alone is easier Does that piss you off? If I wasn’t with you, I would have left by now I would have gone away and done those things… All those things you said I couldn’t do I’m not afraid of life, of living Not like you But do you know why I stay? Why I look in the mirror and cry? Your death, your absence Would bleed me dry
The stars broke brilliant As the sparkles fell around us like snow Arms entwined We basked in the glow Of our famous kiss It lasted forever And we were swept away Like the waves to the shore
I agree. Sometimes you have to just sit still and listen to the natural World. Little waterfalls on streams have a lot to say too.
Yes I wrote it. Ode to the Trilby Cat. The cat bite hard she growled and spat under the soft felt trilby hat. She had the most determined grip and from her perch shed never slip. Her tail it flicked, her ears flat dipped, into a bald mans head she bit. And all day long on business trips, shed give the passing crowd a hiss. From Russian blues and Maine Coons, bald men now march to a feline tune. From kittens gray to tabby’s splayed the selections come in the widest range. The shame of it! The pain of it! You’d think people would complain of it? But alas its true I’m telling you, if you’re bald you can have one too. Cause men take cats to work these days on their heads as toupees.
(verse one) it was a sunny September morning when the planes they came a roaring and like a preteen violation we all braced for the next invasion Osama he realized that there's one way to our demise we should be afraid, be afraid, be afraid . (chorus) be afraid that our laws protect them though a change would mean our freedom be afraid that they're in your mail airborne spores that you inhale be afraid that they're on your bus suicidal and walk among us if there's one thing that is clear they need our fear . (verse two) we all went into a fuss when we were told he was out to kill us and they made it seem related so we agreed they should be invaded then we marched across the sand playing right into his hand told to be afraid, be afraid, be afraid [chours] . (verse three) here's something you should already know fear is used to gain control as history has demonstrated people are easily manipulated it happens on both sides and in the end only you can decide should you be afraid, be afraid, don't be afraid
Storm Bird Inevitably never varying These winter shades of gray Skies upon skies of dancing Windswept night and day Like moons from different worlds Does he yearn to travel far? Beyond the rival, burning sun To the farthest icy star? Like the ocean breaching shore Such dreams come crashing down Vastly beyond any reach To save a soul to drown And always never gaining Solid grasp on lands The tides of life still clutch With ever trying hands While such sailing ships Hold fast to rolling seas May his burning sails be free To a fierce ocean breeze Can he spread his arms, Lord? Like a storm bird in a flight? And soar the icy gales Of life's tumultuous plight Sands be steady beneath his feet For each time he may return But never straying quite far From where the waves still churn Passion shall be his will Like fire against darkened night May sword be strong and sure With honor in brutal fight Now an then life may lure him in Away from the water's cry Back to steadfast travels Where the way is bleak and dry Yet always the wind will call Lord, let my love be free To set his ships a-sailing Across this dream-swept sea
it was an ordinary day just puffin' on a jay flippin' through the dial stopped on a man at the store he just walked through the door and didn't even pay the man came on to say that he found a better way call this number and you can learn more . 1-800-RADIO-ID I asked how can this be they sent me a brochure it arrived said I could unlock doors get bills from the stores already in passports medical history automatically wash jeans how much milk you have in the door . read how it could give me peace of mind and save me so much time I'll never know it's there always know where your kids are individual On-star danger is out there you know track them on your cell phone or your computer at home come right in and get yours today . so they injected me with that RFID now they know where I've been and where I'm goin' it's just a matter of time before they sell you the line it's for your own good . now they know when I am high or to drunk to drive what time I get home monthly bill comes in the mail with traffic tickets threats of jail forced to change my ways that old cliche I always knew it seemed to good to be true they were right my life won't be the same . because they injected me with that RFID now they know where I've been and where I'm goin' it's just a matter of time before they sell you the line it's for your own good
A Lack of Humanity crooked finger dirty cup coins rattle against paper a silent urging pleas as quiet as death hinged on hope concrete breeds despair hard under their bones water stained and weary red sleepless eyes filthy tear streaked cheeks fearful of winter while fat pigeons pass once precious life devalued society passes with closed eyes ignorant negligent despicable how many lives will end huddled looking for warmth frozen by our dissonance while we call ourselves human ~Liebling 10/12/09
I was just appointed Moderator of this board and I'm an editor in real life. If anybody wants to have something proofread before you post it, send it to me in a PM. I don't know how this will work out but I'll be happy to try it. I have absolutely no karma with poetry so don't expect (or dread) anything more than spelling and punctuation corrections.
5 bucks Gas and no Lunch! Jesus on a Morning Star. But I’ve only got 5 bucks gas in the car. Will I get to work today? I can’t guess, who can say? Tomorrow I will get my pay, And I ate no lunch again! But Christ is at the door today, I wish to god he’d go away. That hippie freak is just so gay! Fuck him and his Judgment Day! 'I'll go to hell for that one!'
A spiritual essence is making its way pilgrims of tomorrow living today I pass along this gift that's opened my eyes for once in your life you can live your own lives that's why I am sippin' on spinal wine lies melt right before my eyes time's not meant to be realized when I am sippin' on spinal wine united by action divided by shame those that do the judging are just showing their pain hold your way of life others will impede when you throw away your wants you'll get what you need it helps that I am sippin' on spinal wine lies melt right before my eyes time's not meant to be realized when I am sippin' on spinal wine for your soul don't do what your told man, take this little square and I'll meet you there take heed of second sight don't fear but you might you are in the right perception's the fight so I am sippin' on spinal wine lies melt right before my eyes time's not meant to be realized when I am sippin' on spinal wine look through the distractions that rule everyday pointless indiscretions that lead you away we are here to live so don't be denied there is more to life than nine to five now that I am sippin' on spinal wine lies melt right before my eyes time's not meant to be realized when I am sippin' on spinal wine
The Masterplan of the Grimoddwin man The Masterplan of the Grimoddwin man. The Grimoddwin man had blood red hands, he’d stalk the land from clan to clan, and all who saw his grotesque brands, could neigh conceive of his master plan. His eyes were pits, his lips all split, his nose a flaming spear tip. His ears stood pricked and from did dip on chains all glittering manner of severed body bits. His torso too was un-pure and to fly’s it proved an amazing lure. And with this bait they did mate and into his heart the maggots ate. And his rip cage was all unmade, and in it burned a demonic flame. And his heart one felt would surely melt with the unrelenting heat it dealt. And around he’s waist a belt was placed, with spikes and hooks and nets all laced. Across the hills his legs would pace, for blood and skin for his hungers sake. And around the ground his hands would reach and take a child in one hand each. With tears and grace into his nets they’d be placed to await a most unfortunate fate. Cause as the hour did grow late, you’ll find them all on his dinner plate, and with scorn and hate, for vengeance sake he’ll grind their bones into paste. Cause the Grimoddwin man with blood red hands has a most ironic master plan, for the sacred ground that men knock down the a hundred children must be found. And today he stands before the town, that’s leveled this once sacred mound. And with he’s ragged flesh he will smash, and towers of men will be consigned to ash. And by days end there will be no sound except fly whispers and winds howl. Yes there is a Grimoddwin man, who will he touch with his blood red hands?
One Drive Telephone. Yes? I need you. Come quickly. Sigh. Driving the winding country roads up to the mountain can't be done quickly, and it's impossible to drive fast up the steep grade, but I push the peddle hard. She's waiting outside for me. The wind has turned her blonde curls into a disheveled halo. She throws herself into my arms. She crumples. She cries. Wait in the car. I will get the babies. I do. I am so scared when I drive down the mountain during the day, but it is the middle of the night now. I can do this. Gasping. I need air but it's cold out. Roll down the window and turn the heater on. Okay. I can breathe now. Oh my heart is too loud. Music. That's better. Now she can't hear my pounding heart. My uncontrolled thoughts are making me dizzy. Speak for order. Okay Let's make a plan. The road is too long.
Poison I loved you and left you You came crawling I said no, I meant no But love was the poison in my veins You loved me and kept me You held me close I felt like no, was always no But I always yeilded the reins We tried, we always tried We fought harder then ever before But no way was no way at all And this time I couldn't stand the pain You loved me and left me And now I'm alone in the dark You said no, now I mean no The ache is like a voice driving me insane Love was the poison in my veins
Regarding my poem "The Masterplan of the Grimoddwin man." which I have edited since the first draft. (I think its better now) It basically a bogeyman story about a monster that eats children, it was inspired by a short story by Clive Barker called “Raw Head Rex” that was published as a part of his “Books of Blood” series I wanted to write something that had a folkloric element to it that was also reminiscent of Brothers Grim stories.
The Deepest Reason Bleed me The gun to my head The knife to my throat The drugs in my veins They blend, they bleed, they flow Like souls and angels maybe know My skin crawls with the deepest sin The first cut, the deepest, the shallow Slice of your device. Fuck your voice, your vindication, your validation Your eradication of me from your life The thoughts in my head, they turn The dreams at night haunt me The memory of you it burns I yearn God, I ache for so much more You said you weren’t closing the door There are no rules to this game I said fuck you I ain’t payin’ with pain You hate that you regret You hate that you let go It was always true love The end… It fell like snow
The Razor Bird The Razor Bird My anger lifts me up, my rage gives me wings, and my hate makes me powerful, vengeful and wise. Being the creature that I now am I can’t imagine the thing that I was. Cause rage is my craze, I have become an air creature, my thoughts fly, my words cut. I am the razor bird. My fingers tap, my feet stomp, my eyes flash, my hair flows, I am a whispered word, a shard, a bird. I cut your world into two juxtaposing nodes, I’m not a teacher, I’m the lotus eater, I stab, I cut, I wound and feed, I never ever bleed. My hand writes, my words are spite, I’m not a healer I’m a meat eater, I lie, I cheat and hurt everyone one I meet, I’m sharp, you’re weak and a bird has to eat. My veins pulse, my heart beats, my lungs breath smells just like death. I smoke and joke; I’m a drug taker, and a mythmaker. I'm a very nasty little turd, a deadly sharp razor bird.
