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Poetry anyone?
#19098761 - 11/07/13 01:59 AM (10 years, 3 months ago) |
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Over the years I've been through a lot, (veteran) and pretty much the only thing that has gotten me through a suicide attempt and years of depression and anxiety is just sitting down with a poetry book (mainly Bukowski) and just reading. Something about it just brings my spirits up. I written some poetry also.. and if anyone gives a crap I'll post it here for you guys. For now I'll share one of my favorite poems and maybe you guys can do the same!
I hope this doesn't come off completely ignored, Sure it's a dark poem, but it just confirms to me that it's bad all over, and maybe I'm not the only one in this mean and horrible place suffering.
Alone With Everybody- Charles Bukowski
The flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.
there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
nobody ever finds the one.
the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill
nothing else fills.
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#19098764 - 11/07/13 02:01 AM (10 years, 3 months ago) |
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I hear your Bukowski and raise you one "Dinosauria".
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where people no longer speak to each other Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings Born into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes Born into this Walking and living through this Dying because of this Muted because of this Castrated Debauched Disinherited Because of this Fooled by this Used by this Pissed on by this Made crazy and sick by this Made violent Made inhuman By this The heart is blackened The fingers reach for the throat The gun The knife The bomb The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god The fingers reach for the bottle The pill The powder We are born into this sorrowful deadliness We are born into a government 60 years in debt That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt And the banks will burn Money will be useless There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets It will be guns and roving mobs Land will be useless Food will become a diminishing return Nuclear power will be taken over by the many Explosions will continually shake the earth Radiated robot men will stalk each other The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground The sun will not be seen and it will always be night Trees will die All vegetation will die Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men The sea will be poisoned The lakes and rivers will vanish Rain will be the new gold The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition The petering out of supplies The natural effect of general decay And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard Born out of that. The sun still hidden there Awaiting the next chapter.
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That's a beautiful poem!
Also I like Bluebird.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?
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#19098783 - 11/07/13 02:10 AM (10 years, 3 months ago) |
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I wrote this one back in 2010 I think?
To a world that I give a blind eye to when I am so meticulous to see all that is. Romance is for the future. My days of past have been spent lonely and occupied with tangent dreams of what could have been. I am once again on course, moving past forward.
There is no point in looking backwards if reflecting is what keeps me down. Why does it feel so strange that I sometimes forget who I am and whom I desire? I know where I am going and there is no denying the past. The problem is in the details and their relevancies that carry too much weight for only one to burden alone.
There is no grasp on me that anyone can claim they have. When I am visceral everything becomes surreal. Strange, yet that is who I am at my best. Only when I slow down and try to think and rationalize does my luck fade away. With what reasoning of malice does she do this to me?
I used to care about everything, now I only care about what is important to me. The symbiosis between me and my surroundings I cannot explain except with the help of the stars. It is a mood that is unparalleled. Nobody can really understand, with the exception of one.
That is to the rule, of course. There is no unrealistic virtue or thoughts of sorrow. There is also no ignorance or tolerance for the absurd. My mood never changes. There is no reason to be like everyone else, I could not anyway. I am uncommonly predominate, often without ever saying a word. I accept my uniqueness and profound effect I have on others. I do not try on purpose.
To the gravity of all things I revolve around and to all things that revolve around me, I must remember where the center lies in order to create a balance that is key to understanding. There will be many days that will soon be nights and the stars will be demanding attention, looking downward wishing that I would look up again...if only for just a moment one more time until the next.
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#19098784 - 11/07/13 02:11 AM (10 years, 3 months ago) |
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Yeah, fuck Bukowski.
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What? Is he like, too negative for you?
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Re: Poetry anyone? [Re: rawrrock]
#19098787 - 11/07/13 02:12 AM (10 years, 3 months ago) |
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I keep all my poems short and sweet. I usually post them with some corresponding picture, but I'll keep it just text here.
Spiders spin a spool to splay, With spindles spurred to spite the day.
A fly at rest on webs that sway, Consumed in bliss; conscious decay.
-------------------- Aaa...E I O Uuu...A E I O Uuu..A E I O uh Uuu.. *Cough* *Cough* Ooo...U E I O Aaa...U E I Aaa..A E I O Uuuuu... At first sight, The Perfection of Wisdom is bewildering, full of paradox and apparent irrationality.
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He is a big, fat
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well, he was a drunken womanizer, but hey! I'm not judging. He wrote a lot of eh, poems but in between he wrote some amazzzing stuff
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Acaterpillar said: I keep all my poems short and sweet. I usually post them with some corresponding picture, but I'll keep it just text here.
Spiders spin a spool to splay, With spindles spurred to spite the day.
A fly at rest on webs that sway, Consumed in bliss; conscious decay.
that's really cool, I like it!!
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I haven't seen anything so hearteningly misanthropic from you lately either. Where's the gore?
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Give it time, padawan. Soon, the hate will flow through me like diarrhea after a night of binge drinking and taco bell.
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I wrote this on halloween
Forget about history, live in the mystery; Where futures are shaped Forget about misery, these things do not matter. This life stands to flatter Our minds and our wishes on whatever platter. Our minds will stay scattered but Its beautiful this way. Or that way or which way. Pay attention to your day, take notice of thoughts! Oh my awareness of thoughts! I'm thinking about thinking about thinking about thoughts! Reflections are many, infinite I suppose.
-------------------- zen by age ten times six hundred lifetimes Light up the darkness.
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