From time to time a poem

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15 Apr 2014 14:18 #144482 by Kohadre

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This is a song I wrote for my new music project - Every Day's A Battle (EDAB). I thought this was the most appropriate place to post it.

My Dear Tormentor

This shit is over
You can’t contain us
We’re going to destroy
This world that hates us

You’re Day of Judgment
So goddamn delicious
My wrath is coming
It will be vicious

(Chorus)

Oh do you see,
These things you do to me
Aren’t out of compulsitivity

One more time and we’ll break you down
One more time and we’ll beat you around
You beat me up, and I’ll beat you down
Fuck this shit I ain’t kidding around

(End Chorus)

Bloodied and broken
upon the ground you lay
I must ask, are you proud?
The beast you created has awoken!

So now I’ve killed you
My dear tormentor
The world won’t miss you
Now walk through hells door!

(Chorus x2)

Oh do you see,
These things you do to me
Aren’t out of compulsitivity

One more time and we’ll break you down
One more time and we’ll beat you around
You beat me up, and I’ll beat you down
Fuck this shit I ain’t kidding around

(End Chorus)

So long and thanks for all the fish

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19 Apr 2014 22:13 - 19 Apr 2014 22:18 #144906 by

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I'll post some old poetry here, I guess. It's spoken word, so it won't have the same impact as when it's recited.

Also, I don't agree with the entirety of the message or with way I expressed what I was feeling at that time.

WARNING: Foul language

Last edit: 19 Apr 2014 22:18 by . Reason: typos

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25 Apr 2014 15:03 #145530 by

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A Dream Within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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25 Apr 2014 15:52 #145532 by Kohadre

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Gafflwn Dihenydd, o'r fuddugol yn wiriol sydd. Ni fydd neb yn ein Drechu, Falch ydy ni i drochu, Traed o flaen i'r Annwn, mewn y gwybodaeth fe godwn ni.

We cheat Death from his rightful victory. No one can defeat us we are glad to plunge feet first into hell in the knowledge that we will rise.

So long and thanks for all the fish

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03 May 2014 06:45 #146325 by

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Here are three poems by American poet Trumbull Stickney, 1874 - 1903. "Dramatic Fragment" was written shortly before he died of a brain tumor.

Six O'Clock

NOW burst above the city's cold twilight
The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks:
For day is done. Along the frozen docks
The workmen set their ragged shirts aright.
Thro' factory doors a stream of dingy light
Follows the scrimmage as it quickly flocks
To hut and home among the snow's gray blocks.--
I love you, human labourers. Good-night!
Good-night to all the blackened arms that ache!
Good-night to every sick and sweated brow,
To the poor girl that strength and love forsake,
To the poor boy who can no more! I vow
The victim soon shall shudder at the stake
And fall in blood: we bring him even now.
---

Be Still. The Hanging Gardens Were a Dream

BE still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream
That over Persian roses flew to kiss
The curled lashes of Semiramis.
Troy never was, nor green Skamander stream.
Provence and Troubadour are merest lies.
The glorious hair of Venice was a beam
Made within Titian's eye. The sunsets seem,
The world is very old and nothing is.
Be still. Thou foolish thing, thou canst not wake,
Nor thy tears wedge thy soldered lids apart,
But patter in the darkness of thy heart.
Thy brain is plagued. Thou art a frighted owl
Blind with the light of life thou'ldst not forsake,
And Error loves and nourishes thy soul.

---

Dramatic Fragment

Sir, say no more.
Within me 't is as if
The green and climbing eyesight of a cat
Crawled near my mind's poor birds.

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03 May 2014 09:03 #146331 by

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Joy - Gavin Bantock

And Paradise does come

Paradise comes like a breeze and like a breeze
drifts elsewhere than where we are at the time

and we have no way of following the wind
to the world's end.

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03 May 2014 16:58 - 03 May 2014 16:58 #146345 by Edan

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Fortune's waters see the shore
And pushing forward, forward more
The sand builds up and washes away;
The sun sets, rises, and brightens day.

In drama's play the weave is true
As actors unravel act and clue;
The curtain rises, falls and parts,
Once and again the old tale starts.

The muses' image colours frame
The painting of an artist's fame;
Dye washes out in water's clear,
As does anger, passion, love and fear.

It won't let me have a blank signature ...

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18 May 2014 19:29 - 18 May 2014 19:30 #147632 by

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Why I Keep Living

It's funny how when you look back,
the pieces of the puzzle fit

when at the time things seemed off track,
and you could barely handle it.

Life is crazy, messy, short
and sometimes we don't recognize

that all the joy we ever need,
is sitting right before our eyes.

A gentle kiss from one's sweet love,
a walk through autumn's leaves

we dream of heaven up above,
we could have it here, if we'd believe.

The greatest joy in life you see,
is love from those you care about.

A joy that is completely free,
but one I could not do without.

Remember what to focus on,
when next you reminisce

all that matters when you're gone,
is by whom you will be missed.
~Rai

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18 May 2014 19:31 - 18 May 2014 19:44 #147633 by

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This World Full of Lies

I'm all by myself,
in this world full of lies

I've tried for so long,
not a soul hears my cries

Those that know are in denial,
of the harsh truth at hand

The rest of society,
too dim to understand

No matter where I look,
the dark is still there

It hurts me to watch,
yet I sit and I stare

I'm labeled an outcast,
my ideas far too strange

But is it a crime,
to want things to change

The world is so vicious,
so mean and so cruel

And I feel all alone,
surrounded by fools

I thought that at last,
I had found my own light

In this world full of hatred,
depression and fright

She seemed like an angel,
so perfect and pure

Our time was quite near,
of this I was sure

Then straight out of nowhere,
corruption took hold

Now my angel has fallen,
and I'm left feeling cold

I'm all by myself,
in this world full of lies

Where the heroes are villains,
in thinly veiled disguise

So now it's in my hands,
to fix what's not right

I'll come from the darkness,
and bring us to the light
~Rai

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18 May 2014 19:35 - 18 May 2014 19:35 #147634 by

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Feel, Smile, Love Again
Walking forward,
getting nowhere,
always looking back

Here I stand,
in a world of light,
the epitome of black

the further down,
this road I go,
the more I realize

the only way,
to free myself,
is to cut off all my ties

each separated bond ,
it seems,
is a cut straight to the skin

I fight,
but have to wonder,
is this a fight that I can win?

When all is done,
the scars are left,
to prove my pain is real

and though the past,
can't be erased,
I've at last begun to feel
~Rai

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