Mardrax Posted May 5, 2011 Author Report Posted May 5, 2011 Theme 19: Grey Undefined Even, the songs I hear Even, the food I eat Even, the walls around me That seem to dampen everything A slight background hum Of sensations, undone. Even. Everything equal. Balanced, flavourless Gruel of sensations Watered down and boiled Free of all taste Please, for all your highs and lows They reverbrated with mine And your colours mixed With my black austerity And oh so white moods I gave you brightness You gave me contrast And now that you're gone All I'm left with is grey.
Mardrax Posted May 5, 2011 Author Report Posted May 5, 2011 (edited) Theme 20: Fortitude Go With The Fall In my mind's eye I still see you racing On two crutches, that one day Living out of the back of your car Your foundations smashed to smithereens In oh so many ways, the extent yet unknown And still you went racing, going with the fall As you called it. A tough chick. Nevermind that might be the day That you made things much worse than they were That you tore at bonds further, with your boundless Will to push, harder. You can do this. Have to Do this. No one else will. And still, I walked beside you And still, I always will And still, I'll keep saying that Sometimes it's better And takes the stronger one To sit Still. Edited May 29, 2011 by Mardrax
RamblingHun Posted May 5, 2011 Report Posted May 5, 2011 here is my contribution to the project: What we are We are the uttered words of the Great We contain wisdom, love, and hate We come to you and then flow away We delight you, but seldom stay Encouragement, sadness, and joy You name it, we bring them all We are sweet music for those who know us Welcome and listen to our divine chorus We are just ghosts without shadows We roam the mountains and the meadows We try to quench our lifelong thirst To drink from the wells, to be the first But then again when the dark sets in We find no essence deep within Running after sensual pleasures Is that really all that matters? We want to ask from one another What will it be when it's all over? We can't spare a moment, can't take a rest Don't know for sure, but we hope for the best We are the morning dew on the trees In the garden we befriend the breeze Loneliness, and to save it from worse We are the guards when nature slumbers Born before dawn and die at sunrise A human ego we wear for disguise We are frail and just for the fun We can't win, but we challenge the sun Eternal nomads of the land We leave our footprints in the sand We traverse deserts and seas We make the stories and mysteries A restless search and so much despair But we must see what is out there We must find it at any cost Something that has never been lost Veres Zoltan 2009. February 18. Seoul, Korea
Snypiuer Posted May 5, 2011 Report Posted May 5, 2011 Great stuff Mardrax, you never fail to amaze! RamblingHun, awesome to see you around - gotten a little busy, but I check out bits and pieces of Hungarian history when I can! I'm nowhere near a scholar on it, but you did get me interested. I like your post. I see it credits Veres Zoltan, is this the Taekwondo expert or perhaps the pilot (though the pilot is Zoltan Veres, I'm not sure of Hungarian name structure)? Just curious!
Mardrax Posted May 5, 2011 Author Report Posted May 5, 2011 (edited) Snypiuer: This and this might get you a bit further. ^^ Theme 21: War Corruption Part 1: Child's Play Kids running through the streets Chasing eachother with make believe Rifles, grenades, they are the elites Since you just can't misconceive "Ratatat BOW! You're so totally dead!" "No way pal, you missed!" "It was right in the head!" "What? Through the car? Give me a break!" "Are you coming in kids? We're having cake!" Edited May 23, 2011 by Mardrax
Mardrax Posted May 6, 2011 Author Report Posted May 6, 2011 (edited) Theme 22: Mother (Yay, week 3 done!) Corruption Part 2: Peace of the Pie She turned on her heel Her summer dress whirled The kids ran with a squeal Back into mommy's world To sit down at their table And gobble their cake With whipped cream, if able And as mommy opened the window out wide They looked at the brightly lit playground outside And heard the phone ring, heard it ring twice And saw that expression upon mommy's eyes And they heard daddy's voice grow ever so grim "Hello honey, kids. It's over. We've got him." Edited May 23, 2011 by Mardrax
Mardrax Posted May 6, 2011 Author Report Posted May 6, 2011 (edited) Theme 23: Distasteful Corruption Part 3: Wrongful Decompression Mothers and children of quiet suburbia Since this war started we've barely heard all o' ya But now that it's over, you all rush to the streets Cheering and hollering over some old man's death While all are unseeing that is you he defeats Why don't you remember there is always a Seth? Are these now your values, so pure and so just That you cheer as a life is ground into the dust? Are these now the mores, so free and so true That you'd wish for your children to carry beyond you? I sit here, laugh quietly, ashamed of my mirth Ashamed of my uncaring, unfeeling smile As the earth's 'proudest nation' shows off its dearth I might chuckle and snicker, but I still cough up bile. Edited May 23, 2011 by Mardrax
RamblingHun Posted May 14, 2011 Report Posted May 14, 2011 Great stuff Mardrax, you never fail to amaze! RamblingHun, awesome to see you around - gotten a little busy, but I check out bits and pieces of Hungarian history when I can! I'm nowhere near a scholar on it, but you did get me interested. I like your post. I see it credits Veres Zoltan, is this the Taekwondo expert or perhaps the pilot (though the pilot is Zoltan Veres, I'm not sure of Hungarian name structure)? Just curious! Snypiuer,hello again. hungarian history, ha? it is perhaps the most distorted history you can find. however, you still can find enough to be amazed. yes, the TKD guy, that's me. the pilot isn't. in hungarian too the family name comes first , so it's veres zoltan then happy that you like my post, thanks.
Snypiuer Posted May 14, 2011 Report Posted May 14, 2011 Mardrax, good as always. Your last poem makes me want to start a political debate, which shows how good it was. But, this is not the place! Keep 'em coming! RamblingHun, I actually came across your name a while back while looking for an old roommate. His name is Jon Ross, his father was the HIGHLY respected Judo instructor John Ross. Jon, along with R. Lager and I took over his fathers' duplex when he left the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs, CO. *For anyone who may have been around back then, Jon went by 'Dragon', Lager went by 'Wizard' and I was 'Snypiuer' (but, I was 'Snypiuer' even before that time) on the old Bulletin Board Systems in Colorado Springs, CO. back in the mid to late 80's - 'Control' was our favorite.* I couldn't find anything on Jon, but heard his father had gone to Korea and I ran across your name while searching for Martial Artist and Martial Arts Associations in Korea. What interested me in YOUR name was that I had heard of the PILOT and wondered if it was the same person. I'M ANOTHER DEGREE CLOSER TO KEVIN BACON - YEAH!!!
Mardrax Posted May 23, 2011 Author Report Posted May 23, 2011 (edited) Theme 24: WantWeeks without end I've lulled myself to restThat empty grey feeling insideMe prevailingAnd crushing out allWill to live and to laugh"What do you want?"The question burned onMy lips, trembling in the twilightOf my saviour and my scourgeThat soft whiteThat shone through the paneThat separated usWith means beyond mere distanceNo matter how close you chose to comeNo matter how hard you tried to shineYour gentle, self conscious light could neverHope to penetrate my wall of self raised blackMixing to a dull grey of mutual misunderstandingSaying I lied in saying you'd be homeWhile the pull of you caused tides in meAnd still I resolved, each and every dayNo matter how distant you wereNo matter fow faintly you shoneNo matter the pane between usI'd reel you in one day.Keeping casting out my netsHoping you'd choose to be caughtAnd show me glass walls can be shatteredAnd the dimmest glow's a floodlight up close.But as the moon cast her imageOn the waters of my roiling seasI'd have to take solace in drifting thereA boat in her shadow.And still, every night, I raise my headLet my hair tickle the small of my backAs I inhale sea air with the salty pang of tearsAnd howl at her, before jumping inTo swim, basking in her glory. Edited January 18, 2015 by Mardrax
Mardrax Posted May 23, 2011 Author Report Posted May 23, 2011 Also, yeah. That. Amongst other things. I've had the deepest dip I've gone through in years, with no desire to fuel it by solidifying it into writing, and the knowledge that if I would put pen to paper, I would. I'll catch up, dear friends. I promise.
Mardrax Posted May 23, 2011 Author Report Posted May 23, 2011 (edited) Theme 25: Lurking It hangs there In the back of my mind My confession It hides there Not wanting to be seen But it burns I keep it there Since despite the pain It warms me. I hush it Still your roar, dear one Don't spoil this. Edited October 30, 2018 by Mardrax
Mardrax Posted May 24, 2011 Author Report Posted May 24, 2011 (edited) Theme 26: Europe All your base Oh bright and shining -Example of the west While somehow in the east Even that follows - and you them What has become of your so proud cathedrals? Testaments to your ability to climb, to a spire Of latching on to your neighbour and pulling Him down as you climb his shoulders? For giants you have never been, but shoulders Of a million men, tamed the land, raised Everyone after you towards new heights I look at you now, quibbling, amongst you Those would drive out the base of our spire Those who think painted glass in fancy windows Will provide a lofty perch for a rosy view Without having the columns to support it "We do not want these," you say, "They steal from our world of brilliant white." And yet you do not see the stone you've charred Is the stone we've built on, every time When someone thought to burn our towers Lying buried deep in solid foundations. While your scope may have broadened Terra Incognita now lies 'neath your feet And those who don't look where they tread Will most surely look where they fall So keep on riding that bull, dear girl But know where it takes you Edited May 24, 2011 by Mardrax
Mardrax Posted May 24, 2011 Author Report Posted May 24, 2011 (edited) Theme 27: Foreign What we don't know The kids in the playground outside my window Shouting loudly amongst eachother Arguing the merits of football players Stacks of supermarket stickers in hand That one girl, a chromosome too many Running down the stairs in shocked amazement "Oooh, so bad," As she stares at the ruin of my door "We're okay, dear," and instantly that smile on her face That woman from upstairs, her cooking must be awesome As she drags a behind that could fit me thrice Up three flights of stairs every day to get it And still finds energy to greet me brightly every time All of these people kind, outgoing Nary a one of them afraid to speak out to his neighbour I walk among them in austere black, secluded And people call them foreigners? Edited May 29, 2011 by Mardrax
Appy Posted May 24, 2011 Report Posted May 24, 2011 Glad you're back! And I want to say that I really like the last one, both the message and the way you wrote it. Keep at it
Mardrax Posted May 27, 2011 Author Report Posted May 27, 2011 (edited) Theme 28: Sorrow Roaming No More; Lament For A Phone My head rested 'gainst the plastic seat before me Tried in vain to block out the sound of babies - Crying their lungs out as mommy tried to hush them - Echoing like bats hunting in my cranium That familiar, empty feeling presided, mixed With that other familiar friend; self-contempt Never far away, but on these days it can't Help but stay away from the front of the stage The stage where I Stood, grasping, touching Myself, looking, seeking, frantically That one bit of - No, it couldn't Be gone. In that one moment, I saw All of my friends fading All of my brainchilds dying All of my feelings passing As I felt my pockets, Once, twice, Three times over Nothing. An hour of frantic searching later And boarding the tram in defeat I was still roaming But no one picked up on it As I faced the loss of the world By myself, utterly. Edited May 29, 2011 by Mardrax
Tavarilyn Posted June 8, 2011 Report Posted June 8, 2011 "Echoing like bats hunting in my cranium" .... spectacular image. I feel your pain. "That familiar, empty feeling presided, mixed With that other familiar friend; self-contempt" .... somewhat weighty in the wording and I feel a more concise version might be in order, but I enjoy your line breaks. Something about the way they play with eachother puts the right tone together. "An hour of frantic searching later And boarding the tram in defeat I was still roaming But no one picked up on it As I faced the loss of the world By myself, utterly." .... perfect. Roaming. Such an excellent double entendre. And the ending, "utterly", is exactly timed. While revamping of some timing/verbage might be in order to improve overall flow, your message transmits intact. Nicely done, Tav Theme 28: Sorrow Roaming No More; Lament For A Phone My head rested 'gainst the plastic seat before me Tried in vain to block out the sound of babies - Crying their lungs out as mommy tried to hush them - Echoing like bats hunting in my cranium That familiar, empty feeling presided, mixed With that other familiar friend; self-contempt Never far away, but on these days it can't Help but stay away from the front of the stage The stage where I Stood, grasping, touching Myself, looking, seeking, frantically That one bit of - No, it couldn't Be gone. In that one moment, I saw All of my friends fading All of my brainchilds dying All of my feelings passing As I felt my pockets, Once, twice, Three times over Nothing. An hour of frantic searching later And boarding the tram in defeat I was still roaming But no one picked up on it As I faced the loss of the world By myself, utterly.
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