ThatWhichIs Posted May 25, 2012 Report Share Posted May 25, 2012 So, I'll use this thread to post some of my older poems, as well as ones I write not specifically for the idea thread I also started. Questions and comments are welcome!To start with, here's a personal favorite of mine:A Rose By Any Other Name Would Still Taste Like ChickenOh sweet lady, my sweetterrible muse. My sanity has claimed mestolen from thy ever-shifting embrace, thatdeliciously purple thing. Tastingof wondrous love, smelling like purehatred, spiked with orange and greenOh lady Madness, why hast thou desertedyour most studious pupil?Thrown away like a badgeron the backs of mad giants (who’d chase after?) orpink-yellow love in a frothing seaFor there is a method to minehidden pattern-spider designs in life-chaosburied deepTrying to shed them, slip free from curse calledsanityOh Madness, lady mineYou I will hold yet again!~+~(EDIT) So, apparently this thing doesn't like my various spaces... given that this one is as much visual as it is verbal, I will need to attach it or something...An Argument With MyselfTo the always watching, ever-busyYou’re always so violentbusy-body always poking his nose into other people’s business so distrustful, hate-filled SHUT THE HELL UP! Who cut your fuse so short?Seriously!Your eyes always seeTake a damn chill-pill and learnThings which were never there when the hell to stay outta my business and your mind is constantly jumpingyour constant watching is making me want to racing forwards to conclusions blow up some pointless little third-world country false and damning and laugh as the land burnsI don’t try to upset youYou make me Or constantly watch over you want to trigger my goal Armageddon isn’t to play Big Brother early! I only wish to protect youSo again, need I continue yelling Help shield you fromOr has your mile-thick skullreality finally understood my damned message?and all the atrocious things I swear! glaciers move faster than you think! that liveYe freakin’ gods, man! and thriveAny more of this within this world and I swear I’ll start World War Three…~+~Before There Was A BeginningBefore there was a beginningin the infinite blacknessthere was nothing and everythingat a single pointIn the infinite blacknessthere was a commotionat a single pointwith a light unseenThere was a commotionof terrible powerwith a light unseenthat launched time into motionOf terrible powerincomprehensible by menthat launched time into motionjump-started realityIncomprehensible by menthe forge of Creationjump-started realityand then led to usThe forge of Creationset probabilities spinningand then led to usfrom unknown mathSet probabilities spinningenergy racingfrom unknown mathcausing it all to wind downEnergy racingall becomes equalcausing it all to wind downeverything resetsAll becomes equalbefore there was a beginningeverything resetsthere was nothing and everything~+~Villainess VillanelleTheir midnight dress and billowing cloakand those mad, flashing eyesthey’re so nineteen-sixtiesAs they pace the cat-walksyelling at their minions, clad intheir midnight dress and billowing cloakDown below those crazed minions crackle maniacallyas they prepare their evil draughts for the worldthey’re so nineteen-sixtiesThe mastermind’s manifold plans unfoldlike the steely petals of some diabolical flower, as they weartheir midnight dress and billowing cloakWith henchmen scrambling all aroundas the overlord plots in their secret lairthey’re so nineteen-sixtiesAll of this because of some early slightthey chose to dontheir midnight dress and billowing cloak.They’re so nineteen-sixties…~+~Thought Fox RisingDeep, eternal darkness, likethe pure dark of pre-Creation eternityInfinitebut warm, embracing, likeAt first, a pinprick,a welling up of light, brilliant andblazing.It laughs,defiance in the face of the darkIn the face of placidityGrowing in the distancea formRising from nothing, from everythingshaping itselfgiving birth to its own lifeby force of will, by desireThe thought-fox rising,yawning in new-minted awareness,looks about itselfgrinning at the darknessSpotting an invisible riseit pouncesbringing another light intothe infinite same-nessAnother rise.Another light.Illuminating vast traceries ofspider-silk strandsstretching out in all directionsweaving and twistingspiralingturning, lighting other pointsin the distance, other nodes.Fox, laughingJumping and spinningDancing on the synapseson fleeting thoughts, pouncinglaunching itselftowards hidden memoriesteasing them to brillianceA silvery, flashing shapedarting acrossfading black potential changinginto bright, gleaming realityBringing awareness tothe now-stirring mindA silver mistreceding before the thought-fox~+~The Myriad Forms of the OctopusAmong the teaming multitudesthat swarm along the ocean floorsits the octopus, rock patient.A sea of stillnessshatteredby an explosion of ink and flashing octopus.My mind wanders in all directionsreaching out towards the eight compass pointslike the questing armsof the ever-curious octopus.The octopus shifts and reforms itselffading out of sightand into my mind-scape.An octopus and a fishis satisfied.Two octopi and a fishget into a fight.Barnacles encrust the rusting ironof decrepit, sunken warshipsterrified minnowsflash in the darknessas the looming, tentacle shadowthat is octopusrises.Ink stains crystal waters.Octopus must be fleeing.A screwed jar containingsome succulent morselis expertly pried apartby the self-aware limbsof the octopus.Why did the old peoplerevere the sharks and the whales?among those fish and lesser mammalsthe octopus is as a god.As they descended into thedark, watery depthsfear invaded their soggy mindsthat every fish they saw wasan octopus.Master of disguisethe silent stalker of preyall who swimpray to never not-seethe dreaded mimic octopus.Its three heartsbeating out a trifecta tempothe love-struck octopusseeks its mate.Blue rings flashingthe octopusensnares its foein an ever-tightening netof crushing, venomous death.~+~The Batman - Another ViewDo you need proofof Man’s supreme skill at sinof our ability to overcomeodds most fouland in doing so, become the most foul?Do you need proofof our obsession with the physicalgreed which knows no boundsa burning, twisting desiretowards all that glitters?Do you need proofof how our pride will drown usin arrogance and blinding greedwe will ignore the signsand seal our own fate?Here is your proofit’s all around youpermeating the very fabricof every-day lifein the way we act and liveHere is your proofin our gilded and mangledimage of beautyin the way we abuse ourselvesto become that “beauty” 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThatWhichIs Posted May 25, 2012 Author Report Share Posted May 25, 2012 Lady HistoryA loud crywailing in the dawn,small, tender hand reachingpulls herself into the light,Child kneeling on the rocky shore, thetwig in their handscrapes and dragsthrough wet sand, formingpictures, symbolsThey riseand the world rises with themgiants of stone brick, shouldering asidethe raw sand and dirtforming graceful larchesgrand hallssweeping colonnadesA great windhowling like a thousandcaged demonsblasts those halls, thosepillars of enforced mightSends them crashing downSends the girl running, mindlessinto caves, to huddleventuring outside only briefly,only for the smallest amountfearing retributionfrom aboveShe carvesinto those damp wallscarving mockeriesof the palace that once wasthe palace from dreams, and memoryDigging deeperalways deepercavern floor stained redby the sharp rocksAnd deep within, enclosedby long-dead stone,the growing child rediscovers wonderrediscovers faithin the gleaming metal she findsthe black, bubbling liquidcovering herself, helps herto ignore the pain from diggingas she slowly, meticulouslybends the metal to her willSilence had descended upon the surfacerain drips into the roughly carved, red floorfrom deep within comes a scratchand another, and anotherand the girl, nowa young woman, returnsmetal clinging to hersealing old wounds and causing newas she hauls machineafter machineout from the depths,burning gaze fixed upon the skyUpon the stars she claims as her own. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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