Reincarnation of the poetry thread

[HumanePain]

I loved the dark journey your poem takes us on!

[rockonyx]

Me? Thanks. I haven't done this in a while. I'm not sure how well the message came across, though.

[virtualruffy]

This is a song of which the music has not been completed. I do have an audio track of the first part on macjams.com and myspace/virtualruffy as a reading with sound effects.

4 Days Dead
by Wolf macFal ©2008
I sit upon a green chair, throwing stones at things that move
Contemplate my situation, And what to do with You
I plan, I wait, I ponder, as the water drips on stone
My fingers trace the furrows and the crater of the wounds
I wonder what you told them and where they might have looked
I wonder if you pretended to care -and what lies that took
But most of all I wonder, how I'm waiting here for You
So much of me is missing, from the weapons that You used.
The dim light shows the greenness of the chair and of my skin
Mildew clots and blights my hair. Decay crowns me as its king.
I know that you'll be surprised that I'm waiting here for You
-We have Unfinished Business. There's so much for me to do…
Now that I am 4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
-But I can still Feel
4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
I move, I think, I wonder, just what I’ll do with You
My Imaginations working -I’m so glad that it pulled through
I guess that you could call this, Life-After-Death
I know that you’ll want to know, when you’re taking your last breath
And If you rise, after you fall, then I’ll be there to catch
-You when you’re 4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
Like me, You’ll Be
4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
The Sights I’ve planned to show You, and the Lessons I’m going to teach
Your treachery killed me once but nothing can remove you from my reach
I’ll wire up your body -so you cannot move, nor speak
A frame of steel to hold you, an iron crucifix I will make
My vengeance will consume you, but the pain you can’t escape
Like Lazarus on a bad day, you will eternally awake
As a scarecrow in the cornfield, the same place I was betrayed.

Four and twenty blackbirds, pecking at your flesh
Better learn to make some new friends, so they don’t eat to fast
I walk away and leave you and I’m never coming back
I know that you can hear me because your ears I’ve left
And now you’re going to find out -just how long is life after death?
When you are 4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
Squirming in the sun
4 Days Dead
4 Days Dead
Now that you are 4 Days Dead
Rotting on the cross
4 Days Dead
4 Weeks Dead
4 Months Dead
4 Years Dead
4 Decades Dead -But you will never die.

[A Simple Poet]

Good to see this place is still around.

[HumanePain]

Originally Posted by A Simple Poet

Good to see this place is still around.

Good to see you're still around!

A Simple Poet

From midair
dark ennui pierced
bright arc Blue
lightning returns
Our Simple Poet
and laughter too.

[A Simple Poet]

Good to see you're still around!

A Simple Poet

From midair
dark ennui pierced
bright arc Blue
lightning returns
Our Simple Poet
and laughter too.

Aw ... shucks, Pain. I'm speechless. Nice bit on my behalf. Thanks.

[Mr E Nigma]

Dinosaur Fruitsnacks

I'm dead to the world right now
Packed my bags up and I got out
Never had a wish that was crazier than this,
To fly away into the clouds.
I constructed my wings from steam and steel
Had a hard time leavin', but know that this is real.
Not with a 6 barrel at my temple or a rope
That was sent to me from Death.

Now would you put a clamp on the clam
that would ram these lies into the ground
And pound your wages into the man's faces,
Screaming and hoping for raises
That would chase this away
'Cause poverty's contagious.

And if my mind was wiped of this
It would really be a bliss, ignorance,
To never remember such a world as this
Just a soulless ghost that ran to our collective memory's coast
That never even thought to exist.

Maybe like Buddha I'll reincarnate
Far away as a lark or some bark or an ape
And when I'm raisin' myself up out of this grave
Don't be naive, it's not me, just run away.

[HumanePain]

Chickadee sings
But in Seagull's Shadow
flutters wings
then hides.

The Seagull SWOOPS
Corvette of Clouds
small birds hide, stoop
The Gull dominates, proud.

The Seagull cries
Fearing none, wears Fame
facing only flies
to claim
garbage.

[Born Again]

Needle in My Eye


There was a needle in my eye.
Like an ecliptic pool of blood,
phasing out the life in His sky.

Passion and Earth where blood runs dry,
The scorching desert in my veins.
There was a needle in my eye.

Purity had shamed, soon was all.
My skeletal families danced,
Their shadows screeched before the fall.

My green disguise, the sun bone dried
His milk-soaked hands, my satin welps.
There was a needle in my eye.

Crimson entities aimed to grow.
Before the day had promised sun,
Dusk had fallen amidst his woe.

His sheer of white we all must dye
To form the mind we find in time
There (was) a needle in my eye,
It sews the Earth, saints, and grime.

[HumanePain]

I like that BA, the individual's place in the world. Deep.

[Born Again]

Originally Posted by HumanePain

I like that BA, the individual's place in the world. Deep.

Thanks HP, it also explains my battle between sin and purity and how I'm constantly being tugged both ways. In the end, I learned to accept the fact that I am, indeed, human and imperfection is part of existence.

[Born Again]

Originally Posted by HumanePain

Chickadee sings
But in Seagull's Shadow
flutters wings
then hides.

The Seagull SWOOPS
Corvette of Clouds
small birds hide, stoop
The Gull dominates, proud.

The Seagull cries
Fearing none, wears Fame
facing only flies
to claim
garbage.

I'd rather experience inferiority with like-minded people than to be feared and alone, left to ponder the reason of my existence in a life-long identity crisis.

I'm glad you shared that HP. personally, I found it quite comforting in essence to my current state of mind.

[Anikita]

Lightning Through the Thoughts of the Abyss and Panther's bite are cult classics in a way, but like prose versus novel going on
Lightning:The scent of the waterfall calls to beauty, but your manner spills it over in
vain.
The skies full of clouds only speak a shimmer, but of your voice to soothe.
Rare creation you stifle the dogs in passion’s war and drain nothing but to
fill love spatters.
Blessedly you steal a grasp of my hand, and as warm, chills flow in shallow
wander.
Methodically the swim overtures of love songs can not spill the lights over
your adorned eyes.
Modest, no seethe to fabricate a shudder in closeness, nothing trivial, yet
a thriving bathe as.
Foolish awakenings in its proper illusion baked in cordial boyish
weakness.
My corrosion is not Christmas now as the importance baring family as a vamp inclusive while the dragging of bells shoot through my veins to a once love, the range of love high and the living not yet despised. It’s a wound of memories taken and
shattered, as now hunger is my eminence and best friend in
epithet and nemesis consume me closer than evil and less by design of Fate.
An abundance of cheer to you is now throws as presents remind us and the merriment passes through as
I give you my gift, a minor standing to regress that pain of regret as shattered by the fallen to dice by resolve unclear to many,
but you are my gift through the years in hopes and heart
so may the day lift you and yours. I walk along as as I tail the forgotten and make the tale within them that lingering is by a sided foe. If by any stains by the concept of daring past Christmas
and be wrapped this of love my preparation disguised of truth is as a longing nearer an episode belonging to grace.
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