cryptomancer Posted September 20, 2006 Author Report Posted September 20, 2006 Cow, chicken, wheat and sugarcane Berries, custard, cream, and mascapone, Brandy, wine, whiskey and vermouth, And maybe a cigar, though it is uncouth. 'I stare upon the smiley face'
Mardrax Posted September 20, 2006 Report Posted September 20, 2006 I stare upon the smiley face two beady eyes awful wry grin This little piece of paper here so crisp, so dry tells me I'll fly Will I lick this stamp? Will I post this letter? I guess I will I have had some better This one tastes quite damp All becoming suddenly clear I'll not just fly I'll taste the sky I stare upon the smiley face it's message clear to me praised be the escapes I get from Alice Dee "A hypochondriac now, walking through the streets at night"
Mynx Posted September 24, 2006 Report Posted September 24, 2006 A hypochondriac now Walking through the streets at night A sufferer then Staggering through the day A mask of lies Blended tightly with the truthful face A score of honesty Hidden forever beneath the pain "Against the tide I tried to swim"
cryptomancer Posted September 24, 2006 Author Report Posted September 24, 2006 Looks at Mynx... You beat me to it, I got to write for your one now... A hypochondriac now, walking through the streets at night Ever mellowed in the fumes of the celebrated end Of the dreary day of toil, meandering to the evening Painted mannequins walking around, displaying attitudes Of knowledge beyond years. Feeling the ache of tired stress, seeping into the core Of each fibre and flexing bone, supporting ridged muscle I feel corrupted, corroded with decay, yet only in my mind Is the ailment alive, only a symptom of the path, The folly of advancing years. "Endlessly the trails entwine, weaving paths of wit and rhyme"
cryptomancer Posted September 24, 2006 Author Report Posted September 24, 2006 Against the tide I tried to swim It tossed me around at its whim Sinking then to soon begin Sinking then to soon begin I fled the land at a whim And in the tide chose to swim So in the tide I try and swim I laughed at my reckless whim Let the beating of the rocks begin As on the rocks I did begin Tide taking me back on a whim But I will not go, and so I swim. "read the post above for a line. or use this one"
Mardrax Posted September 25, 2006 Report Posted September 25, 2006 "Read the post above for a line" Or will I just use this one? I never was one to settle. Will I use the other this time? But I have just begun trying to get this one to show its mettle. The other'd probably do fine, but this for now has won, and for this I will now settle. Endlessly the trails entwine, weaving paths of wit and rhyme. The lines of coal and metal influenced by beer and wine. Now I think for me it's time to get out of this nettle; this nettle of worldplay entwined in a scheme so rigged with rhyme. So for this I'll settle. *grin* "I'm at the line (I'm never crossing that line)"
Asmadeus Posted September 29, 2006 Report Posted September 29, 2006 "I'm at the line (I'm never crossing that line)" I'm facing the unknown, Mom told me to not to. Shall I go exploring ? Mom told me to not to. But what if I go past that line ? I know I didn't adjure, But Mom'll blame me, for sure. She'll make another line, And she won't be happy. Maybe if I ask her, She could make a new line. A long and far line, then I'd explore till nine, And discover new things, untill I catch the line... But then I'll ask again, and it would be all fine ! _____________ I don't like very much my first part, but well, it can't be helped, I'm lacking some ideas... But at least I'll can say "I've done something !" Teheeheee... _____________ "What can I do right now ?"
reverie Posted September 30, 2006 Report Posted September 30, 2006 (edited) What can I do right now? That will teach me. What can I do right now? That will sustain me. I've been sitting here too long Wondering, what I'm supposed to be... So what can I do right? That will remake me try: I know, you know or Into the grace of God go I Edited September 30, 2006 by reverie
Mardrax Posted October 1, 2006 Report Posted October 1, 2006 Nice one rev, though I'm a bit too hungover to go into God's grace right now, you might see it appended here tomorrow or so, but here comes the other: I know, you know I know what you've been up to / I know, you know I know what you know and I know, you know that this is when it ends now I know, you know I love you with my all but I know, you know that you will let me fall / You think, I know I want naught but lose you You think, I know I no longer care You think, I know we are naught but through You think, I think "How much can I bear?" but I know, I know I don't want to lose you I know, I know I don't want you there I know, I know I want you here with me I know, I think Alrighty, thinking of the next line, the hardest bit How about: That old mentality, of "We can take it all" hmmm... or how about Tomatoes and eggs aren't fit to throw now don't know where those came from
dragonqueen Posted October 2, 2006 Report Posted October 2, 2006 We can take it all and turn it all around. We can show them we're not afraid. We're more than they think we are. We're everything we never thought we were. We can stand up for ourselves. We can fight for a life worth living. We're the strong, the brave, the proud. We're what's left of everything that was. We can stand united, fighting for truth and justice, Or, We can fall, divided, wrecked remnants of something once great, degenrated into something now contempous and degrading, conquered by the bright and glorious future. We can. A world of possibilites, An ocean of choices. Place your hand in mine, And choose with me. "A leopard-spotted chicken with tiger-striped wings"
cryptomancer Posted October 8, 2006 Author Report Posted October 8, 2006 A leopard-spotted chicken with tiger-striped wings? Flutter through the pages to see, pause, look, confusion begins. Seen many things through the camera lens, Glimpses of insanity, and beauty enough to cause it, Kissed the breath of angels as they posed for me. I have see show cats, and dogs of many breeds, The animals of paraded shows, and pageants of beauty queens, Walked with models along the stage, seen each strut and pose, But never such a fowl thing has been, as a designer poultry show. Feathers and tufts, and strutting and fuss, Things that appear so strange Every look from duster to pen, Is the design that these feathered beasts took. Arrogant parading of genetic selections, of inbreeding, Rebreeding, and breeding by choice, Pedigree Chickens, not peacocks, proclaim That even a pheasant is quite plain. But honestly, the monstrosity, What was the breeder contemplating? I scarce can believe, these feathers all sparkling, Why a leopard-spotted chicken with tiger-striped wings? ooc: this was inspired by an artical on show fowl... yes there is such a thing. 'Raging rivers drain the sea, and flood the land with iniquity'
Mardrax Posted October 9, 2006 Report Posted October 9, 2006 Raging rivers drain the sea, flood the land with iniquity. Glaciers flow into the sky, causing to think the start is nigh. Oceans pull down blackened stormclouds Tiny droplets, forming hazy shrouds. A numbed mind awakens, as it does find the proper button, next to "Rewind" - 'Watery graves, far away from shores'
Mira Posted October 10, 2006 Report Posted October 10, 2006 Watery graves, far away from shores; The Patriot praises, the sailor deplores. The Widow hides letters in secret dresser drawers, And curses her heart; another casuality of the war's. She makes her way dockside, past the rigging and oars. She stands on the planks where her lover's ship moors, And to that desolate and empty sea she scurrilously implores, "Give back to me the dead!" but the ocean only roars. "In the land of Shinar lies the city of Ur"
Ayshela Posted October 21, 2006 Report Posted October 21, 2006 Endlessly the trails entwine, weaving paths of wit and rhyme across the flesh of notebook page in drafts of signs to go on stage. The body of my writing lies within these pages. Heartfelt cries of rage and pain, then giddy glee will surface next an aching plea. Idly on the surface trace a notice, seeming out of place upon this mass of word-wrapped heart where public speaking has no part. Tattoos of cautions all may see now camouflage the depths of me. New line: Subtle halos, gold and red
Mardrax Posted October 21, 2006 Report Posted October 21, 2006 I love that last line Ayshela and a warning: another reference-fest coming up, you asked for it though In the land of Shinar, lies the city of Ur where Sin once lit his home and father found his way. Modern man was led astray there by the prophet's tome from Sippar to Nippur. Now nothing's left but ruins stand and Sin still proudly shines His faith bereft he lights the sand that does encase his shrines Subtle halos gold and red encase his shrines today. it is said his temple stands for it was built that way. Father will not tear it down nor will granddad engulf that which is now crumbling but on his work a crown. You should come to see this work if you're ever near this town. --- "Waves of anguish, drugged relief"
Tanuchan Posted November 25, 2006 Report Posted November 25, 2006 New line: Subtle halos, gold and red It rang quite deep, and for reasons of my own I'd like it to go into a thread of its own... I hope you don't mind it Diffuse New line: A line of grey, a line of storms
Mardrax Posted December 27, 2006 Report Posted December 27, 2006 (edited) Leaving my other last line for anyone who would take it up as a secondary ------------- A line of grey, a line of storms Mackerel clouds in countless forms Float across the sky this night While flashes set the sky alight Column of smoke, column of fire Burning now to raise my ire I won't fulfill my desire Escape this mental quagmire Won't flee now into sleep The flickering will keep reflecting in my eyes As line and column rise To meet --------------- Candles wound around their wicks Edited December 27, 2006 by Mardrax
Guest Phoenix Posted December 28, 2006 Report Posted December 28, 2006 candles wound around their wicks flick starlight off the candlesticks faces waver in their light voices spiral and take flight woven harmonies express mutual inner happiness all our hopes and dreams take flight vanish like music in the night carolling around the tree manger fills the scenery celebrating hope's rebirth celebrating all of earth _______________________ snow melts before my eyes
dragonqueen Posted January 3, 2007 Report Posted January 3, 2007 Snow melts before my eyes, A series of perfect lullabies. A new world fast apppearing, Quick as the snow is disappearing. Green ground revealed once again; Through the months of cold it's been Hibernating, hiding underneath. And now at last its legacy does bequeath. A new world in the bright white morn, A new heaven in which to be reborn. New line : An email messiah and an internet god
Mardrax Posted January 3, 2007 Report Posted January 3, 2007 (edited) Picking up on that unused line of mine I said I'd leave for any takers to take up, as it was haunting my head while in the shower just now. Waves of anguish, drugged relief "Don't leave now", I told the thief Take my sorrow, hide my grief Shedding memories as tree sheds leaf. As oaken giants eventually bald, is how I would prefer grow old Leave my stories yet untold Watch how my new life unfolds. As for messiahs and gods, my current mindset doesn't quite reach that, so anyone who does: take it Edited January 3, 2007 by Mardrax
Mardrax Posted January 6, 2007 Report Posted January 6, 2007 An email messiah and an internet god They're after our money, more often than not International stocks, and unlimited wealth Pills everyone needs to keep up their health or enlarged private parts Oh no, they're not done yet That's just where it starts When we don't remember poor Richard or Kate Our saviour will help us, no minute too late (S)he'll probably even ask you out on a date But before you jump in and try to relate I implore you, find out what meat's on your plate For all too many times, we think we're dealing with ham When all it really is, is just trash from a can _______________________ Again, stuff from the shower, albeit cliche 0_o "Ignorance flaring in blue, green and red"
dragonqueen Posted January 7, 2007 Report Posted January 7, 2007 Ignorance flaring in blue, green and red. A summer evening's fireworks of bliss. How could I be so blind? Not to see the reality right in front of me. I was too busy staring at the colors behind my eyes. A symphony of ignorance, projected on my eyelids. Knowledge shouting, screaming to be heard. I was deaf, my ears flooded with sweet seduction. A distinct absence of truth's white, on this canvas in the dark Behind my eyes. Too distracted to care. Submerged in blissful ignorance, An explosion of ecstasy, drowning in ignorance, Ignoring knowledge's grasping hand. Eyes shut tight, watching bliss flaring in blue, green and red. You ought to give it a try some time. It's fantastic. Without that dischord of knowledge. New line: A cacophony of truth
Mynx Posted January 8, 2007 Report Posted January 8, 2007 A cacophony of truth Drowns out all the lies Forces me to look And fin'ly realise An orchestra of fact Plays to my very soul Forces me to listen Yes, it's time to go A stampeding of outrage Clings to me at the door But I force it to look, and see It will accept the score New line: Don't stop what you're not doing
cryptomancer Posted January 15, 2007 Author Report Posted January 15, 2007 Don't stop what you're not doing, Shuffle your feet a little, and dance, Perchance extract the beauty of life, Maybe the charm of escaping skies. Don't stop what you're not doing, This is not an end as yet, you see, Flavor untasted exists in this path, Maybe the sweet honey of destiny. Don't stop what you're not doing, Breath, take a short rest, wait, See the end coming, time to pursue, Find your wings in the deeper blue. Stop, jump, dreams exist to chase, Follow the turbulent trail, blue sky, Awaits the embrace of your heart, Stop, time calls the tune, come, now. "Disjointed yet eerily familiar"
Mynx Posted January 21, 2007 Report Posted January 21, 2007 Disjointed yet eerily familiar I stand in an empty room The dust of ages hangs in the air And still it feels like home Displaced yet strangely comforted I move to the only chair An ancient throne for long dead royals I take it as mine, resting there Despondent yet oddly hopeful I place chin upon my hand And wait for something I know will happen ...I just wish I knew what it was New Line: I welcome the Dark Passenger
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