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Share an original poem
    #7059447 - 06/17/07 10:52 PM (16 years, 9 months ago)

I'll start. I wrote this one a few years back. It was originally intended to be song lyrics but as of yet it has not been set to music.

Stained-glass Prison

Just how and when I got here I don't think I'll ever know
But its safe to say I've been here for a while
Locked behind these walls made up of fancy colored panes
And all that I can do is sit and smile

Outside the sun is shining bright on my translucent cell
It pierces me with brightly colored beams
Reminding me of things I wish and long for and desire
In here I only have them in my dreams

I'm living in a prison made of stained-glass walls
Its distorting my perception of the world
The images are twisted and warped in every way
But at least the pretty colors keep me sane


I must escape! I hurl myself against those fragile walls
And as I hit there is a mighty crash
But instead its me who shatters and I'm scattered on the floor
Like a thousand broken bits of colored glass

The keeper knows just what to do, he gathers up my bits
And piece by piece he adds me to that cell
Until I have become a part of all those colored walls
To help create, for someone else, a hell

Your living in my prison made of stained-glass walls
Its distorting your perception of the world
The images are twisted and warped in every way
But at least the pretty colors keep you sane


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Re: Share an original poem [Re: ToTheSummit]
    #7059536 - 06/17/07 11:16 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

you need to post that beer poem you recited at the gathering  :yesnod:


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Re: Share an original poem [Re: ToTheSummit]
    #7062695 - 06/18/07 06:50 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

We are Void,
We are Tao,
We have learned
To be here now

We are threads
Within a pattern,
Jupiter, Mars
Earth and Saturn

We are colours
Of a rainbow,
Across infinity
We learn to flow

We are golden,
We are bronze,
We have reached
The world beyond

We are ready,
Soon to leave,
We learnt to touch
And to perceive

We are threads,
Being woven,
Into the fates
We have chosen,

When it’s over,
When it’s done,
You know that
It’s just begun

When it’s over
We’ll all be one,
The inner light shines
Like the sun

All is over,
All is done,
Boundaries broken,
All is one.

I wrote it tripping and it doesn't make much sense, but it's as good as you're likely to see coming from me.


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Re: Share an original poem [Re: EllisDSox]
    #7062709 - 06/18/07 06:52 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

I am a bird of night,
A raptor of vision and lithe,
I am sinew and strength
A soldier of the twilight.


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History says, Don't hope

On this side of the grave.

But then, once in a lifetime

The longed-for tidal wave

Of justice can rise up

And hope and history rhyme.

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Re: Share an original poem [Re: MiddleFinger]
    #7062779 - 06/18/07 07:03 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

I am beautiful

Beautiful like a rock


if you grab me do you not find pleasure?


if you throw me, do I not make you wish-you had more?
When I roll, do I not make you want to roll with me?

If you hold me, do we not get warm?
When I get warm do I not feel alive?

If we bathe together do we not get wet?
When we get wet, does our smiles not glisten?

Beautiful as a rock...


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Re: Share an original poem [Re: ToTheSummit]
    #7062786 - 06/18/07 07:04 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

tugging along the seems of my shirt I watched flooded sidewalks of relief rise and sink with activity, life, and abundance. These streets that breath.
and its moving, although in its distinctions, unsure
but surely in its unison, it is clear
and perhaps my minds a drift
caught on the whim of spring's first breeze…
but an undeniable synapses of motion upon notion was whispering idealism in my sleep last night.
Only to leave me awake in the early am light…and step upon step between step will not allow this quaking to subside.
My eyes adjusted to the present and I saw myself growing into a tapestry of belonging that with the nature of paradox separated me with definition.
a complete transformation, adaptation, without hesitation
has put a new gear in this contraption of creation
the coals to foster this fire
are the coals of passionate change and direction

and although I don’t have the vaguest of an idea
I can feel it


I wrote this about 3 years ago

PS. I enjoy the way your visual changes in your poem change the emphasis, or intake of sorts.

Edited by peepeepottypants (06/18/07 07:06 PM)

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Re: Share an original poem [Re: Muppet]
    #7066999 - 06/19/07 07:04 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

Quote:

Muppet said:
you need to post that beer poem you recited at the gathering  :yesnod:




Ask and ye shall recieve!  This does happen to be my most requested poem when I start reciting.

ONE MORE BEER

Its 5'Oclock, workday is done
Been out all day in sweltering sun
Its time now to go have some fun
And maybe just one beer

Down at the bar I meet a friend
We drink a beer, then at its end
The waitress once again I send
To get us one more beer

I have to call my wife so she
Won't stress and worry about me
And as I do I think "Well, geee.."
"I'll have just one more beer"

Back at the bar old friend of mine
Who I've not seen in long, long time
Walks up and says "Hey! Pal of mine!"
"I'll buy you one more beer!"

We joke, we laugh, we tell tall tales
And all the while sip amber ales
And soon my friend, barmaid he hails
To get us one more beer

My wife shows up, sits next to me
I look at her quite warily
Until she says she came to see
If I'd share one more beer

So now we're all in party mood
We order up a bunch of food
I tell a joke that really crude
And have me one more beer

We hardly notice lack of light
As daytime turns into the night
And after one really good fight
We all have one more beer

So now the partys in full swing
Some laugh and joke, some dance and sing
But all cry out the same old thing
"Hey! Get me one more beer!"

Wife turns to me, her eyes are red
She says "I wanna go to bed"
But I say "Watcha think instead"
"We have just one more beer?"

But when one beer turns into three
She turns digustedly to me
And says goodbye indignantly
As I have one more beer

I look around, I'm all alone
I guess everyone else went home
Shit! Now I'll have to buy my own
Oh well, just one more beer

"Hey bartender, is that clock right?
"It sure don't feel like its midnight!
"Oh, by the way, you got a light?
"And how 'bout one more beer"

Thats pretty much just how it went
I don't know how much cash I spent
But I know I got really bent
From having 'one more beer'

And when the room began to spin
I had to "pray to porcelain"
But I went back and once again
I had me one more beer

It all got fuzzy after that
I know somewhere I lost my hat
But I can guarantee you that
I had me one more beer

Woke up next day upon the couch
The wife is being a serious grouch
And all that I can say is OUCH
From having one more beer

Don't think that I can pay the rent
I realize all my money's spent
And every last dime of it went
To have 'just one more beer'

So do not be an idiot
And end up in a drunken fit
When you think you can go and sit
And have just one more beer


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Re: Share an original poem [Re: ToTheSummit]
    #7067593 - 06/19/07 09:31 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

Quote:

ToTheSummit said:
Quote:

Muppet said:
you need to post that beer poem you recited at the gathering  :yesnod:




Ask and ye shall recieve!  This does happen to be my most requested poem when I start reciting.

ONE MORE BEER

Its 5'Oclock, workday is done
Been out all day in sweltering sun
Its time now to go have some fun
And maybe just one beer

Down at the bar I meet a friend
We drink a beer, then at its end
The waitress once again I send
To get us one more beer

I have to call my wife so she
Won't stress and worry about me
And as I do I think "Well, geee.."
"I'll have just one more beer"

Back at the bar old friend of mine
Who I've not seen in long, long time
Walks up and says "Hey! Pal of mine!"
"I'll buy you one more beer!"

We joke, we laugh, we tell tall tales
And all the while sip amber ales
And soon my friend, barmaid he hails
To get us one more beer

My wife shows up, sits next to me
I look at her quite warily
Until she says she came to see
If I'd share one more beer

So now we're all in party mood
We order up a bunch of food
I tell a joke that really crude
And have me one more beer

We hardly notice lack of light
As daytime turns into the night
And after one really good fight
We all have one more beer

So now the partys in full swing
Some laugh and joke, some dance and sing
But all cry out the same old thing
"Hey! Get me one more beer!"

Wife turns to me, her eyes are red
She says "I wanna go to bed"
But I say "Watcha think instead"
"We have just one more beer?"

But when one beer turns into three
She turns digustedly to me
And says goodbye indignantly
As I have one more beer

I look around, I'm all alone
I guess everyone else went home
Shit! Now I'll have to buy my own
Oh well, just one more beer

"Hey bartender, is that clock right?
"It sure don't feel like its midnight!
"Oh, by the way, you got a light?
"And how 'bout one more beer"

Thats pretty much just how it went
I don't know how much cash I spent
But I know I got really bent
From having 'one more beer'

And when the room began to spin
I had to "pray to porcelain"
But I went back and once again
I had me one more beer

It all got fuzzy after that
I know somewhere I lost my hat
But I can guarantee you that
I had me one more beer

Woke up next day upon the couch
The wife is being a serious grouch
And all that I can say is OUCH
From having one more beer

Don't think that I can pay the rent
I realize all my money's spent
And every last dime of it went
To have 'just one more beer'

So do not be an idiot
And end up in a drunken fit
When you think you can go and sit
And have just one more beer





its my favorite....

that, and the other one you told me this last gathering, though i was pretty fucked up and dont remember it fully....  "i wont go down without a fight." or, something like that, you are an awesome poet summit.


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  Edited by yageman (04/20/06 4:20 PM) 

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Re: Share an original poem [Re: ToTheSummit]
    #7067624 - 06/19/07 09:38 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

untitled


a dream;
i woke into the body of a
wingless bird;
phosphorescent, fluttering my phantom limbs
i liquid lurched through concrete ground-bound
headline news,
and couldn't shake the print,
no matter where my shadow went,
i couldn't lose the remnants of the letter page
from off my skin,
tattooed in a patterned plague;

then came a rain;

i gutterswam to wash the human dirt away;
once upon a time a prism,
now a vacuum,
smudged and sludged, i trudged
like living pestilence
through treeless alleyways -
i had no shadow then, my essence
was a shade, a hundred words
unmade and melted now my skin.
and then in darkest grim
I molted My pollution,
phoenicized and came untied
a bodyless thing
composed of wings
blessed now,
i could look down
and see the meaning to the madness;
from the stratosphere
the world becomes
a wordless prism page.


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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.

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Re: Share an original poem [Re: ToTheSummit]
    #7067654 - 06/19/07 09:52 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

Here's one that also belongs to a song, but I have never recorded it as such

"Stairs of Lies"

Chorus

Scarred faces cry,
As I'm asleep late at night,
I'm fighting for air,
Falling down the stairs of lies.

When I see such pain,
My soul melts away,
I reach out but can't grab hold,
Falling down the stairs of lies.

Verse 1(a-d)

Falling down the stairs of lies,
Can't find my way,
Reaching for a helping hand.

When I see myself in 30 years,
My mind goes blank,
Hope to change the path I'm on.

Now I'm here in such misery,
Looking in a mirror,
Nothing can explain it.

Dying down the stairs of lies,
Choking on my words,
Nothin's gonna stop it.

Verse 2(a-d)

Falling down the stairs of lies,
Mind floats away,
Hoping to escape the pain.

As I look towards the top,
Covered path of friends,
Why are they behind me?

A path in front, loaded with fear,
I can't see hope,
Hoping someone stops me.

Dying down the stairs of lies,
Hitting the bottom,
Can't get up to climb again.
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Re: Share an original poem [Re: ToTheSummit]
    #7067865 - 06/19/07 10:58 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

The Kite: an overly dramatic poem about being high

Sailing across the concrete blue
The kite smiles, nods, and passes you.
Or was it you or me or he or she?
The kite doesn't know; it's only free.

Down the subways and through the trains
The kite inhales/exhales to forget it's pain.
Doughnuts, chips, and beer galore.
The kite's body has become a zealous whore.

Sitting on grass and smoking it too.
The kite does everything but respond to you.
Green, verde, midori as well.
At this point in life, it's pretty damn swell.

Forever drowning in fountain drink.
The kite doesn't stop but always thinks.
Of how the miserable life began
Filled with laughter and empty plans.

Day or night, since when does time mean?
The kite no longer emits low-key screams.
Ten dollars less, and one dime gained.
The kite's control is no longer tamed!

Skipping and dipping and kissing the days.
The kite is always at serious play.
With kings and queens and such other riches.
The kite's life has been sewn in stitches.

Loving the moon, and screwing the sun.
The kite always has its horrible fun.
And one day, one year, one life perhaps.
The kite will shatter like aerial glass.


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Re: Share an original poem [Re: Hyper_Panda_GO]
    #7069286 - 06/20/07 10:53 AM (16 years, 8 months ago)

flatline

what do you think about
when you're a
one-legged veteran and
stranded in Abe Lebewohl
park, which isn't even a
park anyway, it's just a
cobblestoned triangle
but more than that it's
really just a glorified
church courtyard since
all the benches point
inwards
focusing Episcopalians and
flanked by trash cans so
you can get a view inside
the gates where, picturesquely,
mom and grandpa play with
child, grandpa looks happy
he got up there, he has
both legs, then a man
who slept upon a bench
nearby gets up and off his break and wheels you to
the next place for
his next nap

is it everything but the leg
or the leg and nothing but the leg?


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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.

-Erik Davis

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Re: Share an original poem [Re: OneMoreRobot3021]
    #7069354 - 06/20/07 11:13 AM (16 years, 8 months ago)

Silence Ensued



I stood

and watched the fog come in
warm up to my wrists in sudsy water
and listened to a man with a grey mustache
and a hat
tell me that there was
more

and he had been about my age when he had reached that conclusion.

I smiled and was silent, because
what do you say
when asked

'What do you
want
to
know?'

In the grey air of a stormy january

I told him that I didn't even know what there was to ask.

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Re: Share an original poem [Re: implicitli]
    #7069362 - 06/20/07 11:15 AM (16 years, 8 months ago)

sometimes
Sometimes my darkness overwhelms
a word or phrase will touch it
like a sharp tentacle of slippery pain
and the place between
the two sides of my ribcage will
begin
to
pulse.
It's red pink and yellow
and it feels like
a
drawing out of life.
It's silly to let random strangers who surround my day to day life
sting so deeply.
So many people that I love have let me fall.
I'm just waiting for the next one
to leapfrog me into oblivion.

Leapfrog me into the oblivion
of shooting stars in my stomach.
Physicalization
of the inner life of my tension.
Each word stirs a memory of
lonely nights
listening to the
anger of love.

Hiding from the darkness I would
count backwards from a thousand
by sevens
concentrating only upon
feeling
the cursive numbers stretch beyond
my imagination and
encircle the swirling mass of confusion
in shallow oblivion.

I cultivated it.
It is built of walls of scorn
and pulsating individuality. I think I cried
for the recognition of my darkness
repressed behind a buoyant
smile and
an accomodating nod.
What do you need
to love me?

For some reason I never
fell
completely.
I surrounded myself with malice
because it feeds the silent
darkness
of a soul fumbling for the light of Dawn
and mistaking the creaky sound of a slipper on a staircase
for the sound of birds in the morning.

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Re: Share an original poem [Re: implicitli]
    #7069408 - 06/20/07 11:31 AM (16 years, 8 months ago)

There is a man.
Old.
Leathery.
He does not do much.
Just sits.
He waits,
A guitar by his chair.
Not knowing what it is he waits for.
A distant event catches his eye.
He turns,
Snatches up the guitar and plays.
Ushering in a new era.
He hopes.
There is a man...


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Re: Share an original poem [Re: ToTheSummit]
    #7069442 - 06/20/07 11:45 AM (16 years, 8 months ago)

I wrote this 6/25 of last year...almost a year ago:

Years apart in such a short time
the glow has faded from your eyes
sadness abounds in the center
and we move further away
only to be reunited

Pay attention now
to the sun as it sets and rises
dismiss the stars from your pretty head
we'll live on infinite daylight
and drink from life

But you're not ready

you're not ready



I have a very limited selection as every few months or year I tend to throw away most of my previous journals/writings


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Re: Share an original poem [Re: wrestler_az]
    #7070430 - 06/20/07 03:35 PM (16 years, 8 months ago)

Quote:

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the other one you told me this last gathering, though i was pretty fucked up and dont remember it fully.... "i wont go down without a fight." or, something like that




Glad you liked that one. It was only recently completed (although I started it 5 years ago).

PUTTIN UP A FIGHT

6 foot 7 mutherfucker, fire in his eyes
He's laughing like a jackal as he's dancing on my head
Somehow I done pissed him off, it wasn't very wise
I'm pretty sure its something that I said

Ain't no chance I'll win this one, I'm in a world of shit
My face is bruised and bleeding, its a pretty nasty sight
I'd probably be better off if I would just submit
But I ain't going down without a fight!

Ain't no chance of winnin
I'm paying for my sinnin
The devil is a grinnin
But I'm puttin up a fight


Not sure when I started, maybe a week ago
But I know I been partying for way too fucking long
The whiskeys trying to kill me while the cocaine keeps me up
But now the lines are getting pretty long

Things are getting fuzzy, I know I'm losing ground
My mind is growing darker then a moonless winter night
And I'm afraid it won't be long before I am face down
But I ain't passing out without a fight!

Ain't no chance of winnin
I'm paying for my sinnin
The devil is a grinnin
But I'm puttin up a fight


I'm losing you, I know it, I can see it in your eyes
The luster and the magic of our love is growing bland
And I am sure it won't be long until you realize
How quickly you are slipping through my hands

Your eyes and heart are wandering, your looking for someone
Your throwing out that lustful lure and hoping for a bite
And soon some guy will take the bait and you'll be moving on
But I won't let you go without a fight!

Ain't no chance of winnin
I'm paying for my sinnin
The devil is a grinnin
But I'm puttin up a fight


I'm standing in the courtroom with my lawyer at my side
I'm staring at my shoes and I'm feeling lots of shame
I'm probly gonna have to spend about 10 years inside
And I know I've got no one else to blame

The case has now been handed to a jury of my peers
They're gonna find me guilty, and you know what..they'll be right
The DA tried to strike a deal where I'd serve just 2 years
But they won't lock me up without a fight!

Ain't no chance of winnin
I'm paying for my sinnin
The devil is a grinnin
But I'm puttin up a fight


Its eating me from inside out, or so the doctors say
A lifetime of excesses is finally catching up
I'm strugglin just to stay alive through each and every day
But I'm pretty sure this thing has got me whooped

I try just to ignore it, but every day is pain
I take 2 oxycontin just to get some sleep at night
And I feel my life a fadin like a fire in the rain
But I ain't gonna die without a fight!

Ain't no chance of winnin
I'm paying for my sinnin
The devil is a grinnin
Still I'm puttin up a fight


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