My writing

[hXc]

Well I have a few poems and stuff that I though a few of you might want to read. Feedback would be nice too...

Sacrifice By Fire - Opfer durch Feuer

Deutschland, Deutschland, über alles,
Words, cold, heartless, callous,
Kristallnacht, Aryanization,
Deeds, actions, beyond explanation.

Ausweis, Ausweis, alles einordnen,
Auschwitz, Dachau, Bergen-Belsen,
Jew, Slav, Gypsy, Gay,
Yesterday here, gone today.

ARBEIT MACHT FREI,
Words, false hope, vicious lie,
You, life, meaningless here,
Gestapo, Einsatzgruppen, Bundeswehr.

Ghetto, cattle truck, camp, shower,
Goering, Final Solution, abuse of power,
In line, naked, morning frost,
Sacrifice by fire; Holocaust.

Somewhere In The Night

Somewhere in the night a child cries,
A woman weeps and someone dies.
Somewhere in the night, humanity hides.

Somewhere in the night , a soul screams,
As people fade and die, lost in dreams.
Somewhere in the night, reality lives.

Somewhere in the night loneliness dwells,
As people die, no sounding bells.
Somewhere in the night, she dies alone.

Somewhere in the night ...

Where is the light?

A tribute to...

I took a trip into a different world...
I heard things not meant to be heard...
I saw colors not meant to be seen for those with eyes...

Lights flashed, bright swirls of colors clashed.
Whispers, sounds and noises were put into one.
The world melted as though it had never begun...

Time passed, people changed...
At once it was night, before long it was day.
Time went by as though it were yesterday.

It was cold and it was warm...
The world sparkled...then went on fire.
It was summer but the mountains melted as though it were
a cold winter day...

I walked into the spinning tunnel of dreams...
Memories I'll have, dreams I'll make and journeys I'll talk...

Kids vs. Society

You say I'm too young to love,
And I'm much too young to swear.
You say I'm too young to cry
When someone doesn't care.

You say I'm too young to drive,
You say I'm too young to vote,
Not old enough to think.
You say I'm too young to work

And I'm much too young to have a say.
You say I'm too young to argue,
I'll never get my way.

You say it's up to me
To make the world great.
How can I possibly do this
If I'm too young to participate?

For Us There Is No Death

For us there is no death.
Rest here merely bones.
Around you love's in flower,
Zero though our breath,
Etched into these stones.
Read and feel its power.

For One Day

The old man of the sea,
Stares wistfully towards the shore.
His grey eyes twinkling,
Matching the colour,
Of the granite rock,
Upon which he sits.

He sits wishing,
For one day only,
To be free,
Of the storm filled seas.
And to walk, proud like a man,
With the sand beneath his feet.

Fantasy and Reality

Two little girls play pretend,
In the field of imagination.
Sleeping Beauty shuts her eyes,
In the grassy dew of childhood.
Suddenly she screams!
Tiny ants bite her tender skin.
She runs home to the arms,
Of her Mother,
And soaks in a bed,
Of soothing water.

Two little girls, now grown,
Live in the field of reality.
Snow White’s beauty sparkles
In the mirror of marriage.
Suddenly she screams!
Infidelity tears her tender skin.
She cannot run home,
To a Mother long gone.
So lies in a pool,
Of broken dreams.

I wake alone

Fighting once again at night
to scared to close my eyes
Cold, afraid and lonely
are the dreams in which she dies
The pain upon her loving face
visions of the other place
angels sing a sombre tune
I wake again alone

Snow

Gently drifting down
Winter flurries are coming
Tickling my cold face

Old Rob Cheer

Old Rob Cheer was a cheeky fat man
who owned a green dog and a green frying pan
he awoke one night
to his own worst fright
and discovered his wife was a man!

Hedgehog Vs. Motorway

I must cross the road,
Cars whizzing past,
Don’t want to get flattened,
Had better move fast.

Walking the tarmac,
Saw Uncle Stan,
Flat as a pancake,
Squashed by the postman.

Between the front wheels,
And over a bump,
I wish I could run,
Like Forest Gump.

I’m as sly as a fox,
As quick as a cat,
Oh I’m so brilliant,
Uh oh…splat!

Hedgehog was brave,
Although maybe nuts,
Everyone can see,
That he sure had guts!

[hXc]

Oh and one more...

Set Free

The gentle look in your soft eyes
Your innocent smile plays a soft tune to me
Its so peaceful everytime I see it I am set free

I know that one is a bit soppy but oh well.

[placidfemme]

I don't understand the first one... but the rest are great, I like your style of writting... kinda different from my own...

Ever tried to get any of your poems published?

[hXc]

I don't understand the first one... but the rest are great, I like your style of writting... kinda different from my own...

Ever tried to get any of your poems published?

You write???? Woah! Come on then. Let us see some.

[hXc]

Here's a translation for the first one...

Sacrifice By Fire

Germany, Germany, over everything,
Words, cold, heartless, callous,
Crystal night, Aryanization,
Deeds, actions, beyond explanation.

Document of identification, document of identification, everything arranged,
Auschwitz, Dachau, mountain Belsen,
Jew, Slav, Gypsy, Gay,
Yesterday here, gone today.

WORK POWER FREE,
Words, false hope, vicious lies,
You, life, meaningless here,
Gestapo, groups of employments, German Federal Armed Forces.

Ghetto, cattle truck, camp, shower,
Goering, Final Solution, abuse of power,
In line, naked, morning frost,
Sacrifice by fire; Holocaust.

Personally I like the half and half one better as it gives more meaning and a sense of actually being there or something. Just my preference.

[Hitcher]

Woo hoo! Joined-up words. Stanza. Rhyme.

But no sonnet? What's wrong with iambic pentameter?

[Hitcher]

Oh for a poet—for a beacon bright
To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray;
To spirit back the Muses, long astray,
And flush Parnassus with a newer light;
To put these little sonnet-men to flight
Who fashion, in a shrewd mechanic way,
Songs without souls, that flicker for a day,
To vanish in irrevocable night.

What does it mean, this barren age of ours?
Here are the men, the women, and the flowers,
The seasons, and the sunset, as before.
What does it mean? Shall there not one arise
To wrench one banner from the western skies,
And mark it with his name forevermore?

[hXc]

Oh for a poet—for a beacon bright
To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray;
To spirit back the Muses, long astray,
And flush Parnassus with a newer light;
To put these little sonnet-men to flight
Who fashion, in a shrewd mechanic way,
Songs without souls, that flicker for a day,
To vanish in irrevocable night.

What does it mean, this barren age of ours?
Here are the men, the women, and the flowers,
The seasons, and the sunset, as before.
What does it mean? Shall there not one arise
To wrench one banner from the western skies,
And mark it with his name forevermore?

Not that I understand some of that but nice!

[vifferman]

Not that I understand some of that but nice!
A thorough understanding of the language is quite useful in order to be able to write good prose.

[placidfemme]

My poems arn't anything like yours, so I'll only post my fav's

This first one is called "What do you see" and it's the only poem I've had published.

I knocked on a hollow door
And heard the echo's of an empty plea
I saw a lion running free
And saw myself begging to be
I've seen the world with eyes of a lost soul
Reflections of what wouldn’t be
I've seen the dance of blue smoke rising
Twisting, bending, undenying
I drowned in fumes I willingly inhaled
Fighting for breath, searching to no avail
I cried bitter tears that burned my cheeks
Blurred days turn into blurred weeks
I've seen the world tinted red
So I closed my eyes and saw blood instead
I get scared of what runs through my head
Blocking out the words I said
I lost myself in a song
Singing quietly as I go along
I look in the mirror, and don't recognize what I see
Who is that? It can't be me
Look into my eyes
What do you see?


This one is called "Numb"

I’m not sure how to start this
And I don’t know how it’ll end,
But I need to put this pen to paper
And bleed my heart out through its ink.
Somehow I’m not a part of this,
I don’t think I fit in.
It’s like a story with no ending,
Caged reality locked in my soul.
I’m trapped and I’m tied.
I’m all twisted inside.
You wouldn’t believe me if I told you
And knowing this I hide.
Living life from a broken perspective,
Through a thousand shards of glass,
And this is where I unravel,
Some scattered words in time
This is me undone
Some pieces are missing
Lost somewhere in my rhyme
And there’s a hole deep inside of me
Where everything is numb


this one is called "Locked Away"

I’m not sleeping, just laying in my bed
The airs not moving through our lives today
It’s calling through the echoes of yesterday
Dissected a hundred twisted ways
Replaced by you in careless disarray
Lost in another dimension on nothing
Blind to the world I’ve left behind
A ghost of yesterday with pumping veins
Not wanting to be rescued, so happy wasting away
But I’m not sleeping, I’m just locked away


This one isn't a complete original so I havn't named it

My beautiful one you betrayed me
You've slain my heart and left it torn
Deceived for I trusted in you
Deeper than I thought I'd ever go

Try I do with all my might
Defeated, unfinished, lost my sight
Standing here in a barren land
Sinking further into the sand

Today’s hurt from yesterday’s sorrow
So much darkness there’s no tomorrow
In the memory of a fantasy fading
The soul so broken yet still standing

Is this not right, is it insane
For all I do is done in vain
Look in my heart and feel its pain
My soul empty and bleeding again

If you could only get inside my head
And feel the words that you have said
Heartache and pain life’s a game
Could you see it and be the same

So much more than who I am
Overcome this I know I can
One day in the future coming
Onwards and upwards I’ll be running


and last but not least... "Kingdom before dawn"

Laying in my bed
A few moments before dawn
Staring down at you
Sprawled across my chest
You look just like an angel
Resting quietly in my arms
I try to imagine what you’re dreaming
To which far off lands you’ve gone
And in them will you find me
Laying somewhere in the sun
I wonder if you’ll miss me
And wake to find me here
As dawn shines through my window
Slowly bathing you in light
And from this moment on I’ll know
That this bed is our kingdom
In our land before dawn

[MSTRS]

A thorough understanding of the language is quite useful in order to be able to write good prose.
All in good time. He is 14.

[hXc]

A thorough understanding of the language is quite useful in order to be able to write good prose.

Yeah I know but I am only 4th form. Give me a break man. I'm a musician and poetry to me are lyrics without music. I write according to my knowledge of the words etc.

Here are a few songs I wrote a while ago...

Necrophilia

Last time she touched me
I set a course for L.A.
Midnight flight!
Now she tried to tell me
That she comes from the grave
Such a sight!

Stay away
Your hands are cold
Frigid lips
Evil soul
Yeah
She's a deceiver
Disbeliever
Inconceiver
Necrophilia

Black candles burning
On her altar of ice
She's no fight!
Heavy metal maiden
On her way through
The night air!

Get away
Your hands are cold
Cadaver eyes
Wicked soul
Yeah
No

Black candles burning
On her altar of ice
She's no fight!
Heavy metal maiden
On her way through
The night air!

Stay away
Your hands are cold
Frigid lips
Evil soul
Yeah
She's a deceiver
Disbeliever
Inconceiver
Necrophilia

Past Tense

You don't have to tell me when it's over
Because I knew it from the start.
Every day that we spend lying
You keep on breaking my heart.

You can smile at days gone by
You can say that love made sense
But baby, nothing really matters
When you're speaking in
Past Tense

You stand before me softly smiling
As we talk of days long past
Maybe we were only dreaming
To think that we'd make it last

You can smile at days gone by
You can say that love made sense
But baby, nothing really matters
When you're speaking in
Past Tense

You don't have to tell me when it's over
Because I knew it from the start.
Every day that we spend lying
You keep on breaking my heart.

You can smile at days gone by
You can say that love made sense
But baby, nothing really matters
When you're speaking in
Past Tense

Society

We don't need politics (Whispered)

I play russian roulette everyday
I sit in my room all alone
I killed everything, everyone
Not gunna be okay
I'm just wasting away
Like you!

And society
I don't care about rules
Gunna never shutup
Gunna change this world
'Til it fucking rules!

I slit my wrists everyday
I drink what drips
I killed everything, everyone
Not gunna be okay
I'm just wasting away
Like you!

And society
I don't care about rules
Gunna never shutup
Gunna change this world
'Til it fucking rules!

I play russian roulette
I slit my wrists
I'm fucked in the head
Just wish I was dead

And society
I don't care about rules
Gunna never shutup
Gunna change this world
'Til it fucking rules!

And society (NC)
I don't care about rules
Gunna never shutup
Gunna change this world
'Til it fucking rules!

Welcome to the Night

Welcome to the night
I knew you were coming
It was just of matter of when
This is where the end begins
So many things to fear, so dark and lonely here
Now the sun's gone down, and you are near
All the weeping and the wailing
Of everyone that fell for your love
This was their destiny they get no rest or sleep

Welcome to the night
I knew there'd be someone
Special from above
And you'd fool around and fall in love
He knew your game cause he played the same
We're all here and so glad you came
To see all the weeping and the wailing
Of everyone that fell for your love
This is what fate sealed now you know how it feels

The night is calling for you
Cause crying eyes hide from light
Don't worry we'll listen to your story
We're used to staying up all night
You walked a thin line
That separated love from hate
We're checking out at nine, you have a whole lifetime
Gotta go I'm running late

Welcome to the night
You'll have company, your shadow and agony
There's plenty of time to get to know misery

Over

Merciful sky and all things higher
Hear me now, my crimson plea.
The beads of hope as I perspire
Fall down as I struggle to see.

This storm, angry and cruel,
The epitome of all I ask.
Revert back to the darkened pool,
And hide with your ignorant mask.

Viridian eyes watch as they gleam (the heavens part)
The heavens part and unleash their fury.
Though things are not always what they seem,
My words echo out in a blue reverie.

Forget not what grace has taught
Just as the sapphire river flows.
When thunder roars, lightning is sought
Hence you will reap what you sow.

This storm, angry and cruel,
The epitome of all I ask.
Revert back to the darkened pool,
And hide with your ignorant mask.

Viridian eyes watch as they gleam (the heavens part)
the heavens part and unleash their fury.
Though things are not always what they seem,
My words echo out in a blue reverie.

Oo now as I glare into the rain
the mist clears to find you standing here.
The storm dies down, in hopes you'd change
Thus I become naive to divert my fear.

This storm, angry and cruel
the epitome of all I ask.
Revert back to the darkened pool,
And hide with your ignorant mask.

Viridian eyes watch as they gleam (the heavens part)
the heavens part and unleash their fury.
Though things are not always what they seem,
My words echo out in a blue reverie.

You've torn this painting all apart
so there's nothing left for me to say!

[hXc]

My poems arn't anything like yours, so I'll only post my fav's...........

Nice work. The first one is awesome. They all are but the first is my fav.

[yungatart]

Do you know whats really cool - a 14 y/o kid and a gay female posting poetry on a bikers forum! You two rock- more power to ya!!

[hXc]

Do you know whats really cool - a 14 y/o kid and a gay female posting poetry on a bikers forum! You two rock- more power to ya!!

Lol. Well we can do what we like. It's 'Rave On' so why not? I felt like so yeah. :Punk:

[idb]

This is my only ever effort - it just so happens that I wrote it in fourth form and I think I got close to zero marks for it.
No accounting for taste I s'pose.

T'was a dark and dreary winter's night
The rain it was a'falling,
Yea, it was raining cats and dogs
The weather was appalling,
Through the dark a stranger peered, trying to find his way,
He fell into the river there, was drowned and swept away.

[Coyote]

There once was a man from Nantucket....

[SPman]

There was a young man from Mangaweka.


forgotten the rest


well. .


it was a long time ago

[placidfemme]

Do you know whats really cool - a 14 y/o kid and a gay female posting poetry on a bikers forum! You two rock- more power to ya!!

lol thank you :)

[placidfemme]

Nice work. The first one is awesome. They all are but the first is my fav.

Thanks, yeah I havn't written in about 2 years. That first one, was actually the first real poem thingy I'd ever written, unfortunatly it was the best, it's my number 1, and my number 2 is the last one I posted... I had a document with about 50+ pages of my poems on them... also got into lyric writting for a while... then I just stop... dunno why...

[hXc]

Thanks, yeah I havn't written in about 2 years. That first one, was actually the first real poem thingy I'd ever written, unfortunatly it was the best, it's my number 1, and my number 2 is the last one I posted... I had a document with about 50+ pages of my poems on them... also got into lyric writting for a while... then I just stop... dunno why...

I say go for it. You have a real talent. :yes:

[vifferman]

Yeah I know but I am only 4th form. Give me a break man.
Fairy nuff. A break you say? Well, I did give you green bling instead of red...

[hXc]

Fairy nuff. A break you say? Well, I did give you green bling instead of red...

That was before I saw that bling bling. And thanks for it too :yes:

[hXc]

Here's some newer stuff...

To Indulge...

Your eyes remind me of
A sandy beach in summer
When I can't see to the end
They seem to go on forever

Your smile reminds me of
A pink flower in spring
Surprises me at every moment
It is so beautiful

To indulge in your love
Oh, what happiness
That would bring
To my lonely heart

This next one I need some help with. I need an eight line stanza/verse to be the chorus. If you could just give me a guideline I can change it a little if you like. Thanks in advance.

Eternity

Wandering in darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
My fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays
The fear which drives me through the day.
The fear which drives me through the day!



Suddenly the ground is lost,
Flailing arms as body's tossed.
Splashing down in a crimson pool,
The warm embrace is much too cruel,
I curse this lowly, wretched fool.
I curse this lowly, wretched fool!



Floundering in this self made hell,
Warmth increasing as I dwell,
Within the confines that I create,
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate.
Giving in to this...my fate!

[InDeSkyz]

hXc - I liked your hedgehog one :)

Couple I'd like to add... like, woteva like


Evil Teddy
====----====


Moulded with fibres of compassion
been happy and beloved
but now, limbs stretched and frail

Beady, calculating eyes
a loathsome smirk
all the hours of solitude,
resolved into deformities.

Teddy worn with age
Teddy pierced with pain

Nocturnal was Teddy with
thoughts of fearful revenge.

Teddy covered black ground,
treading around moonlight.
Devouring the covers,
he laboured towards life.

Teddy visible with tools and
uttering sounds of glee.
He easily brought death to his pray
and quickly forgot of thee.

Dismissing the moment,
he declined to the ground.
Returned to his floor space
still shaded and cold.

The cat hissing none
but harsh sounds.


Aging Home
====----====


slowness of time
advances
a rag tag of riches
relentless life

broken step
withered crutch
deadened soul
a cripple'd man

one moment,
aging, an eternity
the next,
one second, an infinity

tumbling with fear
nothing to defend
anticipation
a harsh embrace

a crush of pain
breathe spiritless
a stumble, not braved

no one acknowledges
turned backs,
shrunken old men

[hXc]

Me and a mate just started a band and we have 2 originals so far. Written in one night. Here they are...

Dark Nights

Can't you see, I feel your pain
I'm waiting to see what you'll say.
Everytime you turn a leaf
The memories don't go away.
Do you think that I'm unfair?
I'm sorry but I learnt this way
Hiding the truth, and telling lies
Never seemed to cross my mind

Dark night shadows the moonlight
Which stops the red light
To tell you to halt
Dark night shadows the moonlight
Stoppin' the green light
To tell you to go
Dark night shadows the moonlight
Which stops the red light
To tell you to halt
Dark night, stoppin' all the lights
To tell you to go

Do you think I'm listening?
To a word, you don't have to say
You always told me time will heal
Well it's been a while, can't you tell?
Next time you want to talk to me
Pretend I'm there, 'cause I won't be
Follow the truth, and then you'll see
That you can't escape from reality

Dark night shadows the moonlight
Which stops the red light
To tell you to halt
Dark night shadows the moonlight
Stoppin' the green light
To tell you to go
Dark night shadows the moonlight
Which stops the red light
To tell you to halt
Dark night, stoppin' all the lights
To tell you to go [x3]


Escape the light

These people tell you what to do
You know that you don't want to
But you think that it's the thing to do

When they teach you things
They're brainwashing you
To the way they want you to consume
'Cause everytime they think you're a fool

You've got to escape the light
That you walked along with
Escape the light that brought you here
The light leads to everything you fear

These people that tell you what to believe
Don't want you to know
The truthful disease

They all know it
And you all show it
But you tell the people
That you don't agree

You've got to escape the light
That you walked along with
Escape the light that brought you here
The light leads to everything you fear [x2]

But if you escape the light
That you walked along with
And escape the light that brought you here
You'll find a new light
Better than the one here

[Riff Raff]

You've got a lot of talent going on there Zac. Looking forward to hearing more of your songs. Got plans for another CD now you have a new singer for your band?

Edit: Oops I see you have a new band - are you still working with your old band or heading in a new direction?

[hXc]

You've got a lot of talent going on there Zac. Looking forward to hearing more of your songs. Got plans for another CD now you have a new singer for your band?

Edit: Oops I see you have a new band - are you still working with your old band or heading in a new direction?

Umm not right at the moment because we have to learn all our old songs first then work on originals later. But it could happen.

Yes, I do have a new band. Yeah I'm still working with the other band. Just want something different as well.

[Riff Raff]

Umm not right at the moment because we have to learn all our old songs fist then work on originals later. But it could happen.

Yes, I do have a new band. Yeah I'm still working with the other band. Just want something different as well.
Crikey boy - when do you have time to do anything else like ride motorbikes or do your homework???

[hXc]

Crikey boy - when do you have time to do anything else like ride motorbikes or do your homework???

Riding motorbikes happens 2nd Sunday of every month for racing and some other weekends. Homework...Hahahaha don't make me laugh!

[Toast]

Yo hxc...'somewhere in the night' is damn good...

'a tribute to...' Was that inspired by doing a runner by chance? Certainly had that effect on me.

PlacidFemme, that first one you posted is a stunner...

I'm sure the rest of them posted up on here are too...but I'm all poem'd out for now...

[hXc]

Yo hxc...'somewhere in the night' is damn good...

'a tribute to...' Was that inspired by doing a runner by chance? Certainly had that effect on me.

PlacidFemme, that first one you posted is a stunner...

I'm sure the rest of them posted up on here are too...but I'm all poem'd out for now...


'A Tribute To...' was inspired by a Pink Floyd Experience concert. All the lights and things.

[Goblin]

[QUOTE=hXc] Feedback would be nice too...


Well hxc, coming from the mind of a 14 year old, sounds like you have some serious issues. Now dont red rep or abuse me for giving my OPINION! OK? This is only MY opinion.
I wake alone sounds like you have a secret fantasy to kill your mother.

Fantasy and reality reeks of gender issues.

For us there is no death reminds me of the christian fantasy of "heaven"

A tribute to...sounds like drug induced ramblings.

Sacrifice....did you see Shindlers List?

Kids vs society....Military school might help you there....bit of good old discipline and self control!

Necrophilia....That's just SICK!

Society...I'm surprised you are still alive.

Set free...I think you're in love with Kitty.

The others are actually quite good. Well done and all the best with the band.

[jazbug5]

Uh... not sure he's the one with the 'issues' here?

[Hitcher]

My thoughts too...

[froggyfrenchman]

'A Tribute To...' was inspired by a Pink Floyd Experience concert. All the lights and things.

I can see that...

Was a fuggn awesome show eh? For some reason, those lights captivated me alot more after i went outside for that smoke at half time...
Front row seats:devil2: Cant wait till they come back!

[Colapop]

For a 14 y/o your writing has depth and perception, hell for anybody you've got that. I'll have to nab a couple from my work computer before I could post anything. As far as the comments about 'issues' show me a teenager that doesn't have issues and I'll show you someone ho's repressing their emotions.

[hXc]

I can see that...

Was a fuggn awesome show eh? For some reason, those lights captivated me alot more after i went outside for that smoke at half time...
Front row seats:devil2: Cant wait till they come back!

I'll talk to Darren (guitarist) and see when they come back. I may have a couple of surprises up my sleeve if you behave yourself;)

[froggyfrenchman]

sounds good, but im afraid i dont behave myself for anyone... a matter of principle you muse understand. On the subject, you ready for sunday?

[hXc]

As far as the comments about 'issues' show me a teenager that doesn't have issues and I'll show you someone ho's repressing their emotions.

Quite right with that. I've had to deal with a lot of shit since form 1.

My best mate in form 1 had a heart attack - Fucking hard to deal with. It's not right for 10/11 year olds to have heart attacks.

A family member died in form 2. I had 2-3 lots of surgery.

A close friend of myself, yungatart and MSTRS was killed in a car accident in 3rd form. I had MAJOR surgery (5 hours)

My best mate in 4th form killed himself. I'm still coming to terms with everything and it would be one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with in life. I do not wish it upon anyone to have a friend/family member do this.

Thank you for your thoughts and comments about my work.

[Goblin]

As far as the comments about 'issues' show me a teenager that doesn't have issues and I'll show you someone ho's repressing their emotions.
Show me ANYONE who doesnt have issues.....fuck we all have issues, it's how we deal with them that matters.

This is good....communication has opened up somewhat. If this boy feels the need to express his emotions on an "Adult Orientated" site he should learn not to lash out and abuse people who do not agree with him. I for one, don't appreciate being called a "Fuckwit" by a 14 year old child, for giving my opinion. You people might think that that is acceptable behaviour and even encourage it, but I dont. Call me old fashioned but when I was 14 I wouldn't even contemplate calling an adult a fuckwit let alone put it in writing. We were taught something called "Respect". Something that is severely lacking in the youth of today.

Now this boy does show some artistic talent. Don't know about necrophilia tho...that's just sick. Ewww!

[hXc]

sounds good, but im afraid i dont behave myself for anyone... a matter of principle you muse understand. On the subject, you ready for sunday?

Yeah mate I'm ready. What about you?

[froggyfrenchman]

Show me ANYONE who doesnt have issues.....fuck we all have issues, it's how we deal with them that matters.

This is good....communication has opened up somewhat. If this boy feels the need to express his emotions on an "Adult Orientated" site he should learn not to lash out and abuse people who do not agree with him. I for one, don't appreciate being called a "Fuckwit" by a 14 year old child, for giving my opinion. You people might think that that is acceptable behaviour and even encourage it, but I dont. Call me old fashioned but when I was 14 I wouldn't even contemplate calling an adult a fuckwit let alone put it in writing. We were taught something called "Respect". Something that is severely lacking in the youth of today.

Now this boy does show some artistic talent. Don't know about necrophilia tho...that's just sick. Ewww!

Can understand your point of view, however, one of the beautys of an internet forum is that we are all on an equal footing. we can all say what we mean without the visual barriers that would stop certian comments if we were talkin in person. I dont encourage the name calling, but if we were all in a room, i would hesitate to give advise to those much older than myself. As for respect. Respect is earned in my world, not a given right.





ANYWAY.... (rant over)
Yeah mate, me and ali are all set for sunday. Will be taking both the buckets and bringing a racing virgin with us too i think. "The Deluxe" and "The Oozing Donkey Cock" are in pretty good form and ready to anihalate you lot. We are both racing in the licenced class now and the noob will be in novice. Have you got a MNZ licence?

[hXc]

Yeah mate, me and ali are all set for sunday. Will be taking both the buckets and bringing a racing virgin with us too i think. "The Deluxe" and "The Oozing Donkey Cock" are in pretty good form and ready to anihalate you lot. We are both racing in the licenced class now and the noob will be in novice. Have you got a MNZ licence?

Nah mate ain't got one. Wait till they renew them so pay $90 and get a full season till next time. Well me and dad got the CT and the GS so should be good. You going down early to help sweep?

[Colapop]

I agree with you about the respect issue. I personally have not felt the need to abuse or be abused that way (at least on this site).
My point is that the expression of self is better than the destruction of self. In this forum there are terms phrases and abuses that are regularly thrown about by people who have a lot less respect for themsleves than they do for other users here. To choose to present some of his work in this forum, of all places, takes a lot of courage. The thick skin that we (generally) learn to aquire here has to be able to breath, expand and contract to allow growth without cynicism, and I think that in this case is what we are seeing here.
Cows cut in half and pickled in formaldehide and humans 'plasticised' are not my taste (or nechrophillia) but occasionally boundaries must be explored to create an artistic expression. Bold move young man.
Col

[sedge]

I prefer Haiku;

A man at the zoo.
There was only a dog there.
It was a shit-zu.

Sedge.

[froggyfrenchman]

Nah mate ain't got one. Wait till they renew them so pay $90 and get a full season till next time. Well me and dad got the CT and the GS so should be good. You going down early to help sweep?

Depends on the sleep factor, just finnished a 87hr week. the most sleep i got any night this week was 4hrs!

[thealmightytaco]

Here's my abstract train-of-thought stylings, dredged from a few years back now. However I don't believe in poetry that takes longer than 2 minutes to write...


Race Little Flange Crab

Race
Race you little flange crab
I've seen you run
How so slow
Idle like my sunken boat
Best be workin' it
Work it like a jazzed up morepork

For therein lies the reward

Race
Race you little flange crab


Bread Flower

I love the smell
The taste
The feeling
Of bread on my eye

If I can't sleep
A little butter

If I can't read
A little hole

If I can't walk
I brown over and shrivel

I love the smell
The taste
The feeling
of chrysanthemums


Geoffrey's Pastries

Eaten regularly
A good pastry can drive you to town
Little or no maintenace
On the bumpers
But unfortunately one Sunday
The steering wheel
Was lost

Tables on rigid
Smiles for the elderly
Next year my sweet
Next year

[jazbug5]

Erse....

at least 10 characters.

[jazbug5]

..And move along. Because there is nothing to see here.

[hXc]

Sorry to pull this thread up from the depths of below, but here's a new one.


I don't want to be coy,
But to say what I'm about to do
Would not be cool.
Let's just leave it at that.

If the world is black, it's black,
Whether you complain
Or collaborate by silence.

Even if people liked me,
I wouldn't like them.
I would just have to watch them
Being mean to people
And not say anything.
Because to say anything
Would not be cool.
Let's just leave it at that.

You're not going to change the world,
Whether you complain
Or collaborate by silence.

I travel often to the frozen heart of the world,
Inland to that Antarctic, rock-strewn desert
With a few dozen warm-blooded penguins wandering around
Lost, dazed, dejected.
That's the way things are deep down under.

I'm never going to change things,
Whether I complain
Or collaborate by silence.

Let's just leave it at that.

[Hitcher]

A much more fitting repository that TLOTPIHGAD.

Nice work, by the way.

[hXc]

Thank you, kid sir. Does one have any poetry of the new?

[Hitcher]

You may have to explain that last one. Must be lack of "emo" on my part...

[hXc]

You may have to explain that last one. Must be lack of "emo" on my part...
Do you have any new poetry? I thought that you'd understand my attempt at sounding 'so-fist-tik-ated' (sophisticated - for us sophisticated ones).

[Hitcher]

I haven't written poetry for years. My head is now too full of other people's stuff for me to hear my muse. I haven't concertedly read any for a while either. I think the last poet I read to death was Sam Hunt. His early stuff is great, his later stuff much more angry and bitter.

Poetry is still one of my favourite forms of written expression, particularly the stuff that's (well) written to a set format, like Haiku or the Sonnet.

Or other stuff that's just bloody good:

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high unsurpassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

"High flight", by Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee (1922-1941), RCAF.

[candor]

Hxc, Sorry about your froiend and family member. Thats horrible - a heart attack at that age. I too am overfamiliar with death. Everyone I dated cancer or suicide or accidental death, nextdoor neighbours shooting accident, fiance died unexpectdly, all closest friends got cancer or other terminal illness,(one in remission only) and mother killed in car crash. Luckily the dog has a few years in him.

So when they add up (round 8 close people or more that it wasn't their time in my case)and you have faced as many losses as a geriatric or say your Nana who is 70 yes you begin to feel persecuted, unlucky and even cursed. Or on the other hand lucky - to not be one of them!

But anyway I take it as a message that if the theme tune to my life has been made death then I must have a job to do in that arena. And it turns out I have landed in a job in that arena. No I did not fall into undertaking either!

OK my gut comments since you asked. You are very talented first off. Are you in school with strong performing arts. Burnside in CHCH (my school) good.

Dislike first. Just the holocaust one. The word chain did not evoke either a strong mental picture or feeling for me. Nor any original insights. I think holocaust terms have lost power thru overuse and sound cliched (yawn).

Liked - Somewhere in the night because the ending was an uplifting relief and finished with hope unexpectedly.
For us there is no death as it was thought provoking as some fresh word combinations. Sounded romantic and captured that bliss young love amnd this will never be repeated perfection feeling
Fantasy and Reality - liked tho it was almost formulaic, did not matter though as repetition with a twist was effective. It evoked that feeling of security in childhood and the thought "be careful what you wish for"
I wake alone - liked it as could relate. Its got the stamp of realness and common for pining in grief at night time. And it talked about symptoms of Trauma - grief or Post Traumatic Stress or Stress disorder which are common for victims of unexpected death eg seeing someones pained face, as in poem.
Often when teens lose close people they can get a feeling or sense of a foreshortened future - that they must hurry to squeeze things in may result.
Sounds like your losses have resulted in heightened or acute perception for your age.

[hXc]

I really enjoyed some work that someone posted on here a while ago. It was from the early 1900's era and I thought it was awesome. I can't for the life of me remeber any of it, or the poet, or the poster. And KB isn't being any help with the search function. Grrr, darn memory is shocking these days.

[hXc]

For us there is no death as it was thought provoking as some fresh word combinations. Sounded romantic and captured that bliss young love amnd this will never be repeated perfection feeling

I wake alone - liked it as could relate. Its got the stamp of realness and common for pining in grief at night time. And it talked about symptoms of Trauma - grief or Post Traumatic Stress or Stress disorder which are common for victims of unexpected death eg seeing someones pained face, as in poem.

Often when teens lose close people they can get a feeling or sense of a foreshortened future - that they must hurry to squeeze things in may result.
Sounds like your losses have resulted in heightened or acute perception for your age.
For Us There Is No Death would be my favourite poem, haven't really looked through for all possible meanings etc for the new one, although I have a feeling it will take it's place. But For Us There Is No Death is about the grave yard that in recent times, when I have read over it, has brought images of Meeckal's grave site. It's weird 'cause it was written well before his death, but if it has come to mean his grave site to me, then so be it.

I Wake Alone was me being unhappy with being alone. Waking up every morning, going to school and hoping for someone to love me for who I am and be with me. Not necessarily a female, nor a relationship as it may portray. It was just me waking up every morning alone and somehow empty.


My losses have certainly given me a lot of inspiration for my writing, among other things too. Not all my writing has come from my losses, but a lot of it has. So in some ways they are a good thing, as they give me inspiration to write, which is something I love doing, but don't get a lot of time to do.

As I said in Motoracer's thread about suicide, Meeckal's tragic death has matured me a lot, but left me empty and missing something in my life. He was a great friend and I miss him so much, still to this day. I don't know if I'll be able to visit his resting place on the 14th (1 year to the day) but if I do, I sure will be posting about the experience in a poetic way.

[Hitcher]

How we deal with tragedy and the inevitablity of our own mortality is largely what defines us as people. Our own lives are a precious and powerful talent. We should never undervalue them.

[yungatart]

Well young man, you have done it again - reduced your Mum to tears! So much of what goes on in your head, I only find out via KB (Thanks Spank Me, for allowing me the opportunity to keep tabs on him). I want you to know that you are never alone, we are always here for you. We are both very proud of you, proud of the way you deal with people and things happening in your life, proud of your special talents and the things that make you who you are. And we love you to bits. We are truly blessed to have you in our lives and family:hug:

[hXc]

The two works I was talking about earlier, have been found. The Hollow Men and The Wasteland by T.S Elliot.

EDIT: http://www.cs.umbc.edu/~evans/hollow.html - The Hollow Men
http://www.bartelby.net/201/1.html - The Wasteland (Not for the faint hearted - Very long)

[Steam]

Wow this is an old thread.

I read your poetry and immediately heard very very heavy metal.
Cool!

You might want to consider some advanced poetry writing courses, there are quite a few around, they are good for people who already have talent, like you.

[Lias]

Sacrifice By Fire - Opfer durch Feuer

Deutschland, Deutschland, über alles,
Words, cold, heartless, callous,
Kristallnacht, Aryanization,
Deeds, actions, beyond explanation.

Ausweis, Ausweis, alles einordnen,
Auschwitz, Dachau, Bergen-Belsen,
Jew, Slav, Gypsy, Gay,
Yesterday here, gone today.

ARBEIT MACHT FREI,
Words, false hope, vicious lie,
You, life, meaningless here,
Gestapo, Einsatzgruppen, Bundeswehr.

Ghetto, cattle truck, camp, shower,
Goering, Final Solution, abuse of power,
In line, naked, morning frost,
Sacrifice by fire; Holocaust.


I like it.. I can just hear it sung by Slayer \m/

PS: Einsatz gruppen might translate to employment groups via google translation, but its real meaning is something entirely different.

[Hitcher]

The two works I was talking about earlier, have been found. The Hollow Men and The Wasteland by T.S Elliot.

T S Eliot is an anagram of toilets.

He's not bad, but I reckon W H Auden has him licked.

[hXc]

I like it.. I can just hear it sung by Slayer \m/
I thought more likely Rammstein, but each to their own, I guess.

[terbang]

Wow Bling for that..Check out my signature. Not poetry but still writing..

[hXc]

Wow Bling for that..Check out my signature. Not poetry but still writing..
Wow, they're really good. Very different from my own, but I like them.

[Lias]

I thought more likely Rammstein, but each to their own, I guess.

I could see Rammstein doing it I guess, but Slayer have a much greater obsession with WW2 germany than Rammstein do despite not being german (Or possibly because of it).

[hXc]

Yes, I'm reviving this again!

Forlorn
Now enter the hall of infinity where there's no light of day.
In this darkened tomb of misery, I walk though this haunting daze.
I'm out of it, I'm out of it, in these eternal tears of pain.
Divine intervention in this unholy land is just a life away.

Left alone, in my misery,
Forever forgotten and eternally forlorn.
Time after time, I just want to die.
I give up all principles in order to get high.

Left alone, in my misery,
Walking through my mind with no sign of this world.
I'm out of it, and mentally deceased.
Forever forgotten and eternally forlorn.

A Failed Goodbye Wave
1.
Here I am.
Shaking.
Terrified.
Contemplating.
I want to do it.
But I don’t.

I’m still screaming for help.
All in a whisper.

2.
The pain you feel breaks you up inside.
Life is hell, you want to end it,
but you know you can't.
But no one would really care,
so would it even matter?

Growing
I am happy where I stand,
Nie the water nor the land.
As I watch the people go.
And more the flowers grow.

With the sun, I rise,
And with it again, I fall.
The moon, He never sees me.
I watch the people grow.

Utopia
Anonymous talking, autonomous walking,
Going no where, a blind man stalking.
Forking at objects too far away,
Lying to people who you wish would stay.

A burning desire, playing with fire,
Taking more risks, another level higher,
Dire surrounding every situation.
Victims of subliminal manipulation.

Piss artist’s fall, the abandoned ones crawl,
Cementing the dead, creating a wall.
Tall and strong, able to last,
We rewrite the scene and reschedule the cast.

How Dare You Pixilate My Vision
I stare at the news
During late afternoons,
With my coffee I'm feeling content.
Then all of a sudden,
My eyes need a rubbin',
But only when I look at their heads.
Soon I discover,
They're just undercover,
They don't want their face on T.V.
But you don't have the right,
To pixilate my sight,
You should ask my permission at least!

Minus Eloquence
I write you in ink,
Stain my hands with your name.
Callous my fingers
With the effort to unburden.

And sometimes
I just sit quietly
Wishing I had the words...

But my muse laughs
And tells me; "It's but a dream."

And my hands begin to shake.

[hXc]

These next two have been posted earlier in the thread as song lyrics. They still are song lyrics, and I am using them as solo work now. But the lyrics have been changed slightly, more so just chopped. But here they are.

Welcome to the Night
Welcome to the night,
I knew you were coming,
It was just of matter of when.
This is where the end begins.
So many things to fear, so dark and lonely here.
Now the sun's gone down, and you are near.

All the weeping and the wailing
Of everyone that fell for your love.
This was their destiny, they get no rest or sleep.

Welcome to the night,
I knew there'd be someone
Special from above.
And you'd fool around and fall in love.
He knew your game cause he played the same.
We're all here and so glad you came.

To see all the weeping and the wailing
Of everyone that fell for your love.
This is what fate sealed, now you know how it feels.

Welcome to the night.
You'll have company, your shadow and agony,
There's plenty of time to get to know misery.

Past Tense
You don't have to tell me when it's over,
Because I knew it from the start.
Every day that we spend lying,
You keep on breaking my heart.

You can smile at days gone by.
You can say that love made sense.
But baby, nothing really matters,
When you're speaking in
Past tense.

You stand before me softly smiling,
As we talk of days long past.
Maybe we were only dreaming,
To think that we'd make it last?

[Hitcher]

Sheesh! That's a bit dark and brooding. Uber-gothic, if there is such a thing... There's a big difference between striking an emotional chord with one's readers and tasering them. I suspect I may not be the target demographic.

That said, there's some intriguing construction, word usage and phrasing happening there.

How about something a bit happier for us Fragile Old Farts next time?

EDIT: The second lot are a welcome relief. I think you've put more work into crafting those than the first flight.

[hXc]

Aw come on Hitch. Only the first 2 are 'depressing'.
Forlorn - Is just that, being forlorn and down in the dumps all the time.
A Failed Goodbye Wave - 2 parts. 1st = a person talking to themselves about suicide. 2nd = a conscience talking back, slightly deranged might I add.
Growing - Written very recently. It's a welcome change to life, I guess. Growing up and moving onwards, happier.
Utopia - Life and the world itself, including the cycle of death (rewriting the scene etc - metaphor for the same stuff happening to different people).
How Dare You Pixilate My Vision - I still don't really know. Anger towards media is the best way I can explain it.
Minus Eloquence - The inability to write.

Past Tense - Relationship crap.
Welcome To The Night - About girls/guys who 'do the dirty' on other people.

[Hitcher]

Aw come on Hitch. Only the first 2 are 'depressing'.
Forlorn - Is just that, being forlorn and down in the dumps all the time.
A Failed Goodbye Wave - 2 parts. 1st = a person talking to themselves about suicide. 2nd = a conscience talking back, slightly deranged might I add.
Growing - Written very recently. It's a welcome change to life, I guess. Growing up and moving onwards, happier.
Utopia - Life and the world itself, including the cycle of death (rewriting the scene etc - metaphor for the same stuff happening to different people).
How Dare You Pixilate My Vision - I still don't really know. Anger towards media is the best way I can explain it.
Minus Eloquence - The inability to write.

Past Tense - Relationship crap.
Welcome To The Night - About girls/guys who 'do the dirty' on other people.
I did get what they were about, honest!

"Pixilate" is good fun. "Eloquence" or something similar has appeared before? It seems familiar.

I think that there is potential to work the depression/suicide theme, but without dragging a reader down the vortex of hopelessness and gloom. People who have never personally experienced the depths of despair would be shocked by gaining a better understanding of what it must be like inside the head of people in such a situation, but they want to be able to climb out again afterwards to curl up in bed with a good sci fi novel and dream the dreams of the contended. This is where the power of good crafting kicks in. Stick at it!

[hXc]

Hmmm. *Contemplates about posting the last two I have left to post.*
These ones, I don't have a problem posting apart from the fact that a) most guys would chuck at reading them, and b) I'm not sure if I want my parents to read them.

[yungatart]

Hmmm. *Contemplates about posting the last two I have left to post.*
..., and b) I'm not sure if I want my parents to read them.

oooh!
Should I be concerned, my boy?

[MSTRS]

Hmmm. ... I'm not sure if I want my parents to read them.

As if. We don't read these threads.:whistle:

[hXc]

Not concerned at all. It's just that you will think it's silly and stuff. Which is said in one of them (which isn't actually a poem, more of a 'story').

[MSTRS]

Not concerned at all. It's just that you will think it's silly and stuff. Which is said in one of them (which isn't actually a poem, more of a 'story').

Part of the human condition....thinking that others will think less of us because etc...
Don't ever stop doing what you do. Your creative expressionism is a work in progress and it defines YOU - a very special young man.

[hXc]

I still don't think I'll post them. Not yet anyway.

[hXc]

"Eloquence" or something similar has appeared before? It seems familiar.I have posted it before on KB, in Waylander's thread I think. Along with Collaborate By Silence.

[007XX]

I have posted it before on KB, in Waylander's thread I think. Along with Collaborate By Silence.

This ia some awesome work...I really enjoyed reading it! :yes:

Would post some of mine, but most of the last ones were in french :o

i really have to get around to writing again, but in english this time.

Keep up the good work, and yes, post some more if you can. :niceone:

[hXc]

This ia some awesome work...I really enjoyed reading it! :yes:

Would post some of mine, but most of the last ones were in french :o

i really have to get around to writing again, but in english this time.

Keep up the good work, and yes, post some more if you can. :niceone:
Thanks.
I'd say post them anyway, but my French wouldn't be good enough to understand it I don't think. Writing is a great way to get stuff out. I encourage you to write some and post it here.

I'll post more when I have more. I have decided not to post the two I mentioned a little earlier.

[MSTRS]

Thanks.
I'd say post them anyway, but my French wouldn't be good enough to understand it I don't think. Writing is a great way to get stuff out. I encourage you to write some and post it here.

I'll post more when I have more. I have decided not to post the two I mentioned a little earlier.

Oh. :weep: Can you PM them to me? ;)

[hXc]

Nice try black man. Ummm....nope.
Not unless you pay me.

[007XX]

Thanks.
I'd say post them anyway, but my French wouldn't be good enough to understand it I don't think. Writing is a great way to get stuff out. I encourage you to write some and post it here.

I'll post more when I have more. I have decided not to post the two I mentioned a little earlier.

Do whatever makes you comfortable...I'll try to dig up a few of my old ones, and see wether some translation is possible.

i doubt it though, but it'll be a good exercise :D

[Mikkel]

Good stuff - especially the first one!

[hXc]

So. Onearmedbandit you pussy shit, too afraid to insult me in the open?
Red rep with "this is a motorcycle forum not a poetry site" is highly inappropriate I think. This thread has as much right to be here as Skidmark's thread about cleaning, or the cheese cutter threads. This may be a motorcycle sit, but the motto, I believe is, "A site for all New Zealand motorcyclists." This does not mean that everything I post or you post has to be motorcycle related.
And I do believe that most people don't have a problem with this thread, and in fact they enjoy reading my progress as a writer and as a person. If you are going to red rep me for having a thread with my poetry, then you are going to have to red rep anyone who has ever posted a thread or a reply in a non-motorcycle related forum upon this site.

Fucking knob.
Rant over.

[007XX]

That red reping is most uncool...:nono: If you don't like the thread, then don't open it in the first place!

Hxc, don't worry about it. You're a bright young man with a talent for words:2thumbsup...thanks for sharing!

[hXc]

That red reping is most uncool...:nono: If you don't like the thread, then don't open it in the first place!

Hxc, don't worry about it. You're a bright young man with a talent for words:2thumbsup...thanks for sharing!The red repping is definitely over the top. And I agree, if you don't like it then don't read it. The thread has been here for over 2 years now, and if he has failed to notice that, then he's not a very good mod is he?

I posted the rant to show proof that mods are bastards too. Now, I wonder if he will get infracted for being abusive to another member or if I will get infracted for being abusive to a mod?

EDIT: And the 9:1 ratio of green to red for that post shows that he's just an unhappy bastard looking to cause some shit.

[MSTRS]

So. Onearmedbandit you pussy shit, too afraid to insult me in the open?
Red rep with "this is a motorcycle forum not a poetry site" is highly inappropriate I think. This thread has as much right to be here as Skidmark's thread about cleaning, or the cheese cutter threads. This may be a motorcycle sit, but the motto, I believe is, "A site for all New Zealand motorcyclists." This does not mean that everything I post or you post has to be motorcycle related.
And I do believe that most people don't have a problem with this thread, and in fact they enjoy reading my progress as a writer and as a person. If you are going to red rep me for having a thread with my poetry, then you are going to have to red rep anyone who has ever posted a thread or a reply in a non-motorcycle related forum upon this site.

Fucking knob.
Rant over.Perhaps not the most diplomatic of responses, but I agree with the sentiments. What a crock!!


That red reping is most uncool... If you don't like the thread, then don't open it in the first place!

Hxc, don't worry about it. You're a bright young man with a talent for words...thanks for sharing!
Well, it is uncool because of the reason he gave it. For not liking one of the poems - that's different. Besides, it's an old thread and it's in the correct forum.

The red repping is definitely over the top. And I agree, if you don't like it then don't read it. The thread has been here for over 2 years now, and if he has failed to notice that, then he's not a very good mod is he?

I posted the rant to show proof that mods are bastards too. Now, I wonder if he will get infracted for being abusive to another member or if I will get infracted for being abusive to a mod?

EDIT: And the 9:1 ratio of green to red for that post shows that he's just an unhappy bastard looking to cause some shit.
Or the cries of Mods being on powertrips have merits

[jrandom]

he's just an unhappy bastard...

One does suspect that.

I think Mr Bandito might be a bit... grumpy, at the moment.

:laugh:

[MSTRS]

One does suspect that.

I think Mr Bandito might be a bit... grumpy, at the moment.

:laugh:

Sort of one hand not knowing what the other is up to?

[007XX]

The red repping is definitely over the top. And I agree, if you don't like it then don't read it. The thread has been here for over 2 years now, and if he has failed to notice that, then he's not a very good mod is he?

I posted the rant to show proof that mods are bastards too. Now, I wonder if he will get infracted for being abusive to another member or if I will get infracted for being abusive to a mod?

EDIT: And the 9:1 ratio of green to red for that post shows that he's just an unhappy bastard looking to cause some shit.

Now, now...easy little horsey! Boy, you're a fiery one, aren't you? :D That's ok, I can relate :p

I am not into mod bashing, and probably never will be, but I can understand your frustration.

It doesn't stop the fact that your poems are beautiful, and that we will keep on appreciating them. :niceone:

[jrandom]

Now, now...easy little horsey! Boy, you're a fiery one, aren't you? :D

He's fine; you just have to give him a GSXR to ride and then let him cook you dinner.

:love:

[hXc]

He's fine; you just have to give him a GSXR to ride and then let him cook you dinner.

:love:Hahahaha. Well, you could do it that way.

Which reminds me. Anyone know where I can get some pheasant at? Like, a whole pheasant? Roast pheasant, wrapped in bacon (what is it with birds and bacon?) served with bread sauce. http://youtube.com/watch?v=6AY5Oa2vXXM

Or pan seared venison loin with sweet and sour peppers? http://youtube.com/watch?v=mo-WEyuJ7wY&feature=related

[jrandom]

Anyone know where I can get some pheasant at? Like, a whole pheasant?

Git yerself a 12-gauge and go for a back-country drive in a ute pretty much anywhere in Northland, and if you've done your practice at the clay pigeon range you'll have a couple of the buggers within 30 minutes.

Just gotta watch the bushes.

[007XX]

He's fine; you just have to give him a GSXR to ride and then let him cook you dinner.

:love:

Oh, that does sound very interesting...:yes:


Hahahaha. Well, you could do it that way.

Which reminds me. Anyone know where I can get some pheasant at? Like, a whole pheasant? Roast pheasant, wrapped in bacon (what is it with birds and bacon?) served with bread sauce. http://youtube.com/watch?v=6AY5Oa2vXXM

Or pan seared venison loin with sweet and sour peppers? http://youtube.com/watch?v=mo-WEyuJ7wY&feature=related

So...you can cook, ride and write poetry! :shit: And how old are you again???

I have a young sister who would be perfect for you! :laugh:

Shit, I'd better run now, Youngatheart is going to kill me...:p

[jrandom]

And how old are you again???

Old enough to be legal, and I've called dibs!

[hXc]

I'm 16 - legal, as jrandom would say.

And no, mum won't kill you. But my girlfriend might haha.
I'm sure we could still be friends... :confused:
Oh. And I'm apparently quite the accomplished musician too.

Some people might say bloody talented or something.

[007XX]

I'm 16 - legal, as jrandom would say.

And no, mum won't kill you. But my girlfriend might haha.
I'm sure we could still be friends... :confused:
Oh. And I'm apparently quite the accomplished musician too.

Some people might say bloody talented or something.

Good one mate...my sister is in New Caledonia, but has been asking me to find her a cute young stud for when she comes over next year! Could be a nice motivation for her to learn her english properly! :laugh: Cheeky cow is too into bikes and that sort of things to focus on her schooling...:rolleyes:

Oh well, back to finding her the perfect man then...;)

Musician, eh? What instrument?

[hXc]

Good one mate...my sister is in New Caledonia, but has been asking me to find her a cute young stud for when she comes over next year! Could be a nice motivation for her to learn her english properly! :laugh: Cheeky cow is too into bikes and that sort of things to focus on her schooling...:rolleyes:

Oh well, back to finding her the perfect man then...;)

Musician, eh? What instrument?New Caledonia - I've been there:D
And I'm off over to Belgium in July-ish so tough luck.

And instrument...it needs a plural lol.
Drums, guitar, keyboard/piano, vocals, bass and bagpipes (briefly learned).
I have picked up a cornet, trumpet, strings (violin, viola, cello and bass) and bugle with no problems either.

[jrandom]

my sister is in New Caledonia...

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[jrandom]

I have picked up a cornet, trumpet, strings (violin, viola, cello and bass) and bugle with no problems...

Hey, so have I!

The tuba was a bit of a struggle, though, the harp barely made it off the ground, and when it came to the piano... fuck that.

[007XX]

New Caledonia - I've been there:D
And I'm off over to Belgium in July-ish so tough luck.

And instrument...it needs a plural lol.
Drums, guitar, keyboard/piano, vocals, bass and bagpipes (briefly learned).
I have picked up a cornet, trumpet, strings (violin, viola, cello and bass) and bugle with no problems either.

Wicked! Your mum must be very proud...:yes:


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Yeah, she's very cute too...you'll see pics when you visit. I haven't got any on my pc...


Hey, so have I!

The tuba was a bit of a struggle, though, the harp barely made it off the ground, and when it came to the piano... fuck that.

:laugh: damn, beat me to that one!

[hXc]

Proud? Just ask her.
I do love music, and writing, and bikes, and cooking (more so eating). I like a lot of stuff, and I do try hard to do well in the things I enjoy.

[007XX]

Proud? Just ask her.
I do love music, and writing, and bikes, and cooking (more so eating). I like a lot of stuff, and I do try hard to do well in the things I enjoy.

Well, I certainly hope that my 10 year old son will share in that phylosophy when he is your age. It will be a pleasure to meet you and your mum at some stage.

:Punk:

[deanohit]

Which reminds me. Anyone know where I can get some pheasant at? Like, a whole pheasant? Roast pheasant, wrapped in bacon (what is it with birds and bacon?) served with bread sauce. http://youtube.com/watch?v=6AY5Oa2vXXM

Or pan seared venison loin with sweet and sour peppers? http://youtube.com/watch?v=mo-WEyuJ7wY&feature=related

Hell man, if your ever going through Tauranga, let me know, theres a couple of bloody pheasants that live nearby, I'll pop the bastards some time if you want.:ar15:

As for venison, thats always in my freezer and I usually got some wild pork in there too. :D

[MSTRS]

Well, I certainly hope that my 10 year old son will share in that phylosophy when he is your age. It will be a pleasure to meet you and your mum at some stage.

:Punk:

Oi! What about his father???? Or is that just too scary a thought?:stoogie:

[hXc]

Hell man, if your ever going through Tauranga, let me know, theres a couple of bloody pheasants that live nearby, I'll pop the bastards some time if you want.:ar15:

As for venison, thats always in my freezer and I usually got some wild pork in there too. :DI'll have to make a special trip now. Pheasant, venison and wild pork!

[jrandom]

Oi! What about his father?

He don' plant taters
He don' plant cotton
An' dem dat plants 'em
Is soon forgotten,
But ol' man river,
He jes keeps rollin' along...

[deanohit]

I'll have to make a special trip now. Pheasant, venison and wild pork!

Yea, well not till January, going back down the Mainland and plan on coming back up with the truck LOADED, my mate has already cleaned his walk in chiller up ready for when I arrive! :done:
Gonna be a full on but fun 3 weeks. :Punk:

[007XX]

Oi! What about his father???? Or is that just too scary a thought?:stoogie:

Oh, so you're the one...well done Sir!!! :niceone:

And you gonna have to try a lot harder thant that to scare me...:msn-wink:

[hXc]

Yea, well not till January, going back down the Mainland and plan on coming back up with the truck LOADED, my mate has already cleaned his walk in chiller up ready for when I arrive! :done:
Gonna be a full on but fun 3 weeks. :Punk:Take a detour via the Hawkes Bay on the way back. There'll be a bed here.


Oh, so you're the one...well done Sir!!! :niceone:

And you gonna have to try a lot harder thant that to scare me...:msn-wink:...He's black. That's scary.

[deanohit]

Take a detour via the Hawkes Bay on the way back. There'll be a bed here.

We'll see man, where are you guys?

[MSTRS]

Oh, so you're the one...well done Sir!!! :niceone:

And you gonna have to try a lot harder thant that to scare me...:msn-wink:

This scary enough. The image, that is. It bears a remarkable resemblance

[Mom]

This scary enough. The image, that is. It bears a remarkable resemblance

Is that your twin brother MSTRS? :chase:

[yungatart]

We'll see man, where are you guys?

In Napier, in spitting distance of the expressway.....I'll clear some room in the freezer, oops, bedroom, I mean

[deanohit]

Napier huh? Never been there, gonna have a think on think on this one now, will be sure to bring some extra meat if I do come that way.

[hXc]

Someone's trained you well boy.

[deanohit]

Bwahahaha, who you calling boy, boy?

[MSTRS]

Is that your twin brother MSTRS? :chase:

Could be. He fell in the tarpot as a baby and we could never find him after that

[Mom]

Could be. He fell in the tarpot as a baby and we could never find him after that

ROTFL!.......nearly spat my drink over the keyboard then..........LOL

[007XX]

...He's black. That's scary.

Meh...Where I come from, the community is crammed with people of all races...so I grew up with african blacks, native blacks, vietnamese, italian, algerian....
Colour doesn't really enter the equation, so what else you got? :devil2:


This scary enough. The image, that is. It bears a remarkable resemblance

Well, you know what they say: "once you go black...." :rofl: :dodge:

[MSTRS]

Well, you know what they say: "once you go black...."

"...you'll wish you hadn't" ?? :rofl: :dodge:

[007XX]

"...you'll wish you hadn't" ?? :rofl: :dodge:

:laugh:

Either that, or: "...the feeling will return!" :gob:

(if you haven't already, watch "White Chicks" with the Wyan Brothers...absolutely hilarious!)

[hXc]

Holding Us In
I'll keep singing along
The words to all your stupid songs.
Yeah, I'll sink or swim.
Our skin isn't holding us in.

I'll scream along
The things I've thought were oh so wrong.
But I notice now, I see somehow,
I am not weak, I'm getting strong.

[Colapop]

You are my peom speak

I spake my words of jest
The rhyme and rhythm of mirth
I spake my words of jest
You laugh and smile eyes twinkle
I spake my words of jest
A warmth wrapped heart of love

You are my peom speak
Of jest I only hinted
You are my peom speak
To take my words as given
You are my peom speak
I spake my words of jest

[necrolyte]

Here's a soppy one for ya'll

I don't know
How you feel
I don't know
If you do

I wish i knew
Just how you feel
I wish i knew
If it was true

The feelings i have
I have for you
The feelings i've got
They are for you

You give no clue
To how you are feeling
It makes it hard to know
If its true

So please just tell me
If you feel
Please just tell me
If you feel like i do

But i don't know
How you feel
And i don't know
If you do

[hXc]

About Human Nature

I'm no longer certain of what I am told
Because the fairy tale can't be fact.

But it's nice thinking
Because nobody can do what 'everybody' wants.

Sometimes all I have are sad dreams.

All around me there are wooden men who hate each other and have corks in their ears.
And all of them think they are made of plastic.
I'd love to believe one of them but I don't want to be
Made out of wood.

A lot of people will be disappointed
When I admit that sometimes all I have are
Sad dreams
About human nature.


Sounds A Bit Like Muse

Gag yourself with fear because your speech
Will not be safe.
Whatever you do,
Don't have an opinion
Don't take sides.
Just live a life of apathy and
Smile with the rest of them in what you know
Is Brain-death.

[deanohit]

About Human Nature

Nice one man. :headbang:

[hXc]

Cheers. I'm somewhat fascinated by "All around me there are wooden men who hate each other and have corks in their ears." I have no clue why, but for me, it's just an awesome piece of writing. It may not be very poetic, or very complex writing, but how it fits/doesn't fit into the rest of the poem is what makes it for me.

[deanohit]

Cheers. I'm somewhat fascinated by "All around me there are wooden men who hate each other and have corks in their ears." I have no clue why,

Maybe because it is true.

[hXc]

Unfortunately it is.

[yungatart]

Unfortunately it is.

Oi! You best not be referring to moi!

[007XX]

Oi! You best not be referring to moi!

Geee...we know you got balls, but that would be taking a bit far, wouldn't it? :dodge: :lol:

Hxc, as always, really enjoy reading your work. Keep posting mate! :clap:

[hXc]

No mother, wasn't referring to you. To the people who are controlled and fooled by our government and other such things.

And thanks 007XX, I shall continue to post. Onearmedbandit obviously got over whatver problem he had.

[hXc]

A nameless one for now. I shall think of a title over the next few days.


You're striving to meet face to face.
You already stepped on the tail
And you follow and follow
through
deja vus...
Or flashbacks.

[Hitcher]

You're starting to repeat yourself.

[hXc]

Maybe you've got deja vu.

[Hitcher]

Maybe you've got deja vu.

Possibly. But try as a I may, I can't spot the difference between your post of 9 January and that of today.

[hXc]

We Have Ways Of Making You Friendly

Is it me or is it cold in here?
Is it me or are you cold in here?
You must be because it's never me.
I'll warm it up in a way you won't expect, with
Paranoia
Jealousy
Anger
Hate
Tears.

Let me in let me in
You don't mind.

Let's go for a walk.

Do they mind?
They mind and I'm
Paranoid
Jealous
Angry
Hate
Tears all over the floor and
Writing all over the toilet walls.


Thoughts From Inside A Mind Cell

Teenager's
Mind can't go out tonight, that's why
He's angry.
Never wanted to get blind drunk
But I can't hear
Fuck
In all the noise she makes
Groaning and
Whimpering, she's
Snapping the freedom that counts in half.
Living under your iron censor is what
Makes me angrier. I'm screaming
Out from the
Inside. I'm putting a
Cold face on a
Boiling brain and one day
I'll go
Bang.

And I can't wait to
See your face.

[hXc]

Sandcastles

Yours was a dark, wet castle of the ocean,
made of one of those cliche
red pails children bring to the beach.
My own I piled in a hill
without water, for I need no help.

The sand I grabbed
rushed like tiny satin bedsheets
through my fingers, curled near fist,
until only grains remained
stuck between the
skins of my palm,
trapped at the top of an hourglass.

And the ocean pounced upon
us. We kneeled as the wave scuttled back
to the body it knew, and we
watched our toes grow from
beneath the slush of sand.
And there, I forgot about
my hourglass.

[hXc]

Concave and Convex

Said convex: "Bend over,
and I'll give you a surprise.
My manliness is bulging out,
my many-splendored prize.
I pride myself on muscles fat
and power next to none;
You'll make me darling daughters,
or maybe brawny sons:
a brand new generation,
of pelvic-thrusting giants,
their irresistible virility
will stump the highest science.
I'll raise them with convexity
and manly outward push
I'll teach them how to get it hard
And where to hunt for tush."

Said concave: "Yes, master, please,
I'm yours now, I'll obey,
Don't be delicate at all,
If it hurts, I'll never say.
Every morsel of my innocence
you'll take, and I'll keep none;
I'll make you darling daughters,
or maybe brawny sons:
a brand new generation
of cooking, cleaning, mothers
who'll never say, "I want to, please,"
or "If I had my druthers..."
I'll raise them with concavity
and womanly submission,
I'll teach them how to pleasure men
in every which position."

But said the one with psyche smooth,
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."


Duty

I stepped in dog poop.

The smell stalks me around
like a poltergeist
like...
duty?

Dog duty on my shoe.

Imagine a world where
shoe poop is sacred:
"The duty is on your shoe.
It is your responsibility
to whiff it in with
every breath.
God sees your footsteps
and he smells
their brown pungency
and it leads you
to heaven
or down to hell."

I don't fancy
such scatological sermon,
so grungy shoes
and duty I abjure,
by scraping the stuff
off my soul.

[hXc]

Timmy

Sure, I've got pictures of my own,
Of the people and the places that I've known
Here's one; I'm carrying your suitcase
Outside of Alphabet City

Take another picture;
With your click, click, click, click camera

I never even asked your name.

[hXc]

I'm entering a few of my poems in the National Schools Poetry Competition this year. These are the ones I'm considering entering in the poetry section of the competition (there's also a lyric section too).

About Human Nature

I'm no longer certain of what I am told
Because the fairy tale can't be fact.

But it's nice thinking
Because nobody can do what 'everybody' wants.

Sometimes all I have are sad dreams.

All around me there are wooden men who hate each other and have corks in their ears.
And all of them think they are made of plastic.
I'd love to believe one of them but I don't want to be
Made out of wood.

A lot of people will be disappointed
When I admit that sometimes all I have are
Sad dreams
About human nature.
______________________________

Sandcastles

Yours was a dark, wet castle of the ocean,
made of one of those cliche
red pails children bring to the beach.
My own I piled in a hill
without water, for I need no help.

The sand I grabbed
rushed like tiny satin bedsheets
through my fingers, curled near fist,
until only grains remained
stuck between the
skins of my palm,
trapped at the top of an hourglass.

And the ocean pounced upon
us. We kneeled as the wave scuttled back
to the body it knew, and we
watched our toes grow from
beneath the slush of sand.
And there, I forgot about
my hourglass.
______________________________

Thoughts From Inside A Mind Cell

Teenager's
Mind can't go out tonight, that's why
He's angry.
Never wanted to get blind drunk
But I can't hear
Fuck
In all the noise she makes
Groaning and
Whimpering, she's
Snapping the freedom that counts in half.
Living under your iron censor is what
Makes me angrier. I'm screaming
Out from the
Inside. I'm putting a
Cold face on a
Boiling brain and one day
I'll go
Bang.

And I can't wait to
See your face.
______________________________

Timmy

Sure, I've got pictures of my own,
Of the people and the places that I've known
Here's one; I'm carrying your suitcase
Outside of Alphabet City

Take another picture;
With your click, click, click, click, camera

I never even asked your name.

[Maha]

There once was lady from Nantucket
........ah, ya probabaly already heard it.....;)

[hXc]

Aye you be right young Mark.

[hXc]

I have no idea what I'm going to call this. It's a song though. Slow and acoustic. Quite melancholic, although the words don't generally suggest so.


In mourning, sea fog
Makes small things visible.
Pearls cling to petals.
Pine needles are fringed with glass.

The sea breaks against rocks.
Heaving back, it breaks again.

What does the wild rose know of its beauty?
Have you any idea what you've given me?

[yungatart]

I have no idea what I'm going to call this. It's a song though. Slow and acoustic. Quite melancholic, although the words don't generally suggest so.


In mourning, sea fog
Makes small things visible.
Pearls cling to petals.
Pine needles are fringed with glass.

The sea breaks against rocks.
Heaving back, it breaks again.

What does the wild rose know of its beauty?
Have you any idea what you've given me?

He played this to us last night.
Its reminiscent of Coldplay ish, very melodic and gentle.
I reckon he needs to record it, it was great!

[hXc]

In mourning, sea fog
Makes small things visible.
Pearls cling to petals.
Pine needles are fringed with glass.

The sea breaks against rocks.
Heaving back, it breaks again.

What does the wild rose know of its beauty?
Have you any idea what you've given me?
This is now called "Small Observations: I", and there is a part II as well, but is instrumental. There will hopefully be a part III soon too.


And here is some more poetry, fairly recent stuff.


[Untitled so far]
Fishing for a man's footsteps to pound out from a boy,
hands grasp behind my back, catching the spirit heartily


A Lie Guarded
I have washed myself
I make no excuses


Andante
Debasement
harboured latently
our unique brand
of imperiousness.
With ever demand -
forlorn resistance.
Perceptive probing
unerringly
unheedingly
sinister.


At Least It's Biodegradable
Grain of sand in my heart
irritates and builds a pearl.
Sometimes a seedling falls away
goes right to the toe,
dissolves, and strengthens bone tissues.
Healthy, right?

There's always the fear
the pearl will swell and grow,
filling and stopping the chambers.
My heart unable to beat it to death.
Who will kill whom first?


Living
Sometimes we can live a thousand years
In a single day.
And still life is not long enough.


The Beatles
"All the lonely people,
where do they all belong?"
Forty years later
Still no answer.


"Three Senryu For Addicts"

Serenity
The highway to work -
broken briefcase, strewn papers -
prayers under my feet

Courage
Empty white paper -
my pen's shadow meets the ink -
stepping away from heaven

Wisdom
Branches out of reach -
children jumping for apples -
I bow low for mine

[hXc]

No Rain Underwater

There is no rain underwater;

Forty-seven days with no measurable rain;
today arrived a downpour. I thought
about my river's swollen banks and mudscoots,
fallen trees and sunken branches, a clutter
of rotting limbs beneath the murky flow.

I thought about my river and her fishes;
the stability of their unhatched roe, and
the twisted rope that dangles, sways
with the water's ebb and flow-
hanging from a poplar tree,
it waits as if it knows
the misery of the prisoner who sits
last in line on death row.



Our Humanity Is Under Attack

There is some kind of force trying to destroy our humanity.
Humans think, question.
They dream and envision.
Human beings love as well as hate…and the love is stronger.
Is it me or do others feel the shame when love is spoken for life?
Why is that?……why does that feeling exist?
Never feel ashamed to love any part of life or better yet the whole thing.
Never let them replace love and passion with a pill.
Never let anyone tell you its anything other than a soul keeping you alive.



Postmodernism

Tehre are teims wehn
the ccnpeots of lunagae
and the rateliy of wdros
edelus me.

[avgas]

this is all far to emo for me to care

[hXc]

this is all far to emo for me to careAhhh, the calssic, "You write poetry so you must be emo."
Mods, can these two posts be removed? Thanks.

[avgas]

Ahhh, the calssic, "You write poetry so you must be emo."
Mods, can these two posts be removed? Thanks.
no just asking - do you read what you write?
Poetry is not all doom and gloom

[mstriumph]

Maybe you've got deja vu. all over again ..... :confused:

[avgas]

So. Onearmedbandit you pussy shit, too afraid to insult me in the open?
Wow there is a deja vu here.

[hXc]

Artistic Soul
You paint your pictures with powerful words and disjointed sounds.
Like whispers floating through a life not so strange.
I see you there, like my reflection, understanding.

It is an obsession, isn't it?

The need to conjure the spirits that plague our brain.
To release them out into the world of indifference.

Will we come to be or will we be changed?

Life is the media we use to create being.
Soundness and soundlessness keep our balance.
Away from over analytical reasoning.

A place to escape.



As A Porcelain Wrecking Ball
How many angel-headed hipsters can dance on the head of state?
It depends on the poet.
Ginsburg had it easy, when rock and roll songs
Were still written for dancing
No one writes rock for dancers, these days
I don’t think anyone remembers how to dance.

Sometimes, we remember to live without fear,
Sometimes, we remember that dancing is more than motion.
Mostly, these things sleep, sung off
By hate and acceptable angst. America is filled
With caricatures of ancient rebellion
And not very many rebels.
I think it takes more than beer and piercings,
Blue hair and pre-fab punk.
You can’t fight with directionless anger
And expect to get anywhere.

[hXc]

As Shadow Moves To Light

From each match
more sleep rises,
blinding caffeine activity
to the smoke.

Activity slips
into a raincoat
for a walk
through an ashtray.

The perspective
vanishes into a yawn
as I run out of cigarettes.

[hXc]

Ten Thousand Tons And Counting

Drinking the poison always seems like great idea
Until one become aware of it’s true nature.
By then of course it’s far too late for anything good
To come from the experience save an ending.
Generally bittersweet, but somewhat satisfying
In a dark kind of way.

[Hitcher]

Welcome back!

[hXc]

Cheers mate. On from time to time but we 12hrs out, so not often when others are on.

[hXc]

Here's something to think about. Played about with a bit of rhyme for once. Tell me what you think.

Far Out West

Is it sometimes best to pass away young?
Ask the man in the iron lung.
Shall wealth be shared by the many or the best?
Ask the sage like a pauper dressed.
Is love embodied in a diamond ring?
Ask the seagull with the oil-black wing.
Is there a time when the wise seek a noose?
Ask the maniac who can't a meaningful sentence produce.
If you never slow down, do you never grow old?
Ask Hendrix and Morrison, worm bitten and cold.
Which is mightier, the pen or the sword?
Ask Santana by the world adored.
Shall every soul have an equal say?
Ask the billions whom to dead Gods pray.
Is it best to seek grace or clamorous fame?
Ask Epicurus or Lennon; they'll tell you the same.
Who is wisest, the old or the young?
Ask the girl who put the flower in the gun.
Is it cruel to shake salt on a slug?
Crueler by far to give an addict a drug.
Is life a fierce struggle or a sharing of love?
You'll get a true answer from the hawk or the dove.
Will the future be bright or the end of days?
Ask yourself how you can better your ways.

[MSTRS]

Nice!
Was KB your inspiration for this line? "Ask the maniac who can't a meaningful sentence produce."
:laugh:

[hXc]

Up with this I will not put!

[Hitcher]

Powerful you have become, the dark side I sense in you.

[hXc]

Merci mon ami.

Your thanks in stride I will take.

[yungatart]

Nice to see you haven't forgotten us....interesting stuff!

[hXc]

An interesting person I am, dear mother. And forget you, never shall I do.

[hXc]

Something different. Very very different in my eyes.
Quite possibly the longest time I've ever worked on something would be for this. It's for somebody, but who I shall not reveal (Not Bob Dylan). Hope you enjoy some very extensive wordplay and odd things.
The title will be changed as at the moment I have no idea what to call it except this, but it's not staying. Any suggestions?

Bob Dylan's French Kiss

Bob Dylan's french kiss
mixed with plastic soda
and beans.
Drinking solid newspaper jeans; young girl wants
to be inside the scream.

Fade to colour, the scene turns black.
Attack of the bees; honey singing
to the cows.
I want to be your make up girl; we can
sing until the sun blows pearls, said she.

Bubbles blowing the doors of candles;
music flames for our butterflies.
Wear the note and the french kiss
dances from the moonlight
of your tongue.

Restless angels. Love's arrows.
Swing to me again and tangle the breeze.
Butter meets the melt, heat for the present day.
Summer hot babes, but your tongue is born
to rain.

I want to be the shampoo
between your french kiss,
young blood and perfume.
Fresh night moon shining under
the black sweet truth.

Two blue shoes on your last history feet.
Walk on the sun and listen to your heart
beating spots of tragic age
or a sweet voice bless us and we know
the last ride home is you.

[yungatart]

That is very different to your usual stuff.....are you sure you're not turning emo on us?.....

[hXc]

That's far from emo mumsy. No need to worry.