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BORN-AGAIN GOLGOTHAN

Silence eats away at me,
lonely,
ugly...
time gone, the dawn never came.
Neither did you.

This station is abandoned,
broken,
rotten...
workers left, never to return.
I'm still here.

I stopped the world turning, me,
defiled,
vile...
axis halted, the earth a still rock.
Where are you?

I've spent an aeon waiting here
ignoring my hatreds and my fear
my flesh is scarred, pitted, and seared.
Where are you?

All these things I did in your name...
The world was a beast that only I could tame...
Now it is a monolith; now it is your fane...
Where are you?

In our silence, Golgotha was born
Mechanics of martyrdom, scourged, torn,
For our glorious messiah, we all mourn
But where
are
you?

My heart's blood will do as the final sacrifice
I become a statue; only weathered, broken artifice.

EVERYWHERE

“Well met, corpse!”

The old man stopped short
milky eyes scanning the horizon
“Who’s there?” he said

A slow breeze, stirring
dead leaves,
and memories
“Look up, corpse.”

He did, and
saw sky within sky
nothing more

“You are a fool, corpse! A fool!”

TAKEN

Go back to sleep
my little sheep
the world is coming down

Awaken the dream
caught in between
that is your home now

Go back to sleep
my little sheep
the world is coming down

You can be afraid
and look away
but please don’t make a sound

BLUE

I don’t smoke, but
I’m sinister in
my hazy room
behind semi-drawn blinds
glowing in horizontal
moon beams
the vodka turned
to water
a desktop lake
of bourbon reflects
a lone ashtray—lonely
passing by
riding currents
I watch—one eye in shadow
spinning the swivel
blowing imaginary smoke
lazily ascending
in a silent crescendo
cut down by dusty blades
and moon beams—blue

Today I ordered Chinese food
I don't know why I was in the mood
Everything was fried
Now I might die
Because my bowels are completely screwed

"Beautiful Lies"

Dripping from my lips
You want them painted anyway.
My tongue trips at first
But you afford me ample opportunity
To practice.
Put the words in my mouth
Like that blessing.
I’ll shed my armor for you
Cast off for blasphemously holy garb
Because you like it like that, don’t you?
Prompt me,
Baby,
Good girl.
Soft, gentle poison for your ears
You drink it as greedily
As you imagine I must drink
That blessing.
Beautiful lies we tell you
Poised, gorgeous deceptions dancing in the sheets
Little transformations.
We are nothing but fertile space
For the lovely spawn
You implant within us.
It’s always yours, baby,
Lover,
Beloved.
There is truth in naked bodies
Bare skin
Ugly marks you can’t feel anyway.
You can’t stand knowing those blemishes exist,
Can you,
Baby?
Give me your nascence,
I will return it to the world fully formed
Ready to make you proud.
Isn’t it beautiful, baby?

This is an odd rhyming scheme. It's weird, the the rhyme scheme almost runs with the theme of the words.

Eyesore wrote:

This is an odd rhyming scheme. It's weird, the the rhyme scheme almost runs with the theme of the words.

That's what I was shooting for, yeah.

And are you sure you started writing poetry before you read Crane? It's almost like you're possessed by his ghost or something.

Ignorance of death
High on the meth
No warning of the hell that awaits you

Dark scummy street
Shuffling feet
Approaching from the dark

The stranger of advances
In an exhange of glances
A blade protrudes from his pocket

Pulled across flesh
The weeping wound opens
And a smile scars his face

Scarlet raindrops
Adorn the floor
Last thing you see
As you crash to your knees

The Reaper's hand
So welcoming

LEAP, APRIL

Leap, April, over May into June
directly into the burning sun
Faster, again, over the freezing ISA rune
Bleeding skylight will escape and run
from twilight's fane.

Leap, April, over May into June
The end of guilts and weeping sorrows
My skin will feel the blessed water soon
The water that washes as death follows
Twilight's angry pulse.

Leap, April, over May into June
A time when the guilty shall rise
After world obliteration, it would be such a boon
to bask in the real sun, free of lies
Twilight victims scream.

A temple to twilight in the sparkling moonlight
would mark the passage of time in measures of crime

Why they write it I cannot say
They save it for another day
When the guilty rise in the month of June
Oh, that date before me, how it shall loom

I lie in twilight's ugly embrace,
awaiting that month free of disgrace.

I smashed the faces
Of his neices
Into tiny little
Crunchy pieces

I killed his mother
I ate his son
I've killed his whole family
And it's so much fun

He should have let me lose
In that fatal poker match
It's his own fault
That I tore him a snatch

Metalhead_Bastard wrote:

"neices" ?!

Good work. :lol:

You think your political bullshit will sustain us
I'll rip a hole in that shitty suit
And cram a knife up your anus

Author:	Dead Machine [ Wed Apr 26, 2006 1:06 am ]
Post subject:	The Poetry Thread
Post your poetry in here. I know we got some poets, given all the lyrics contests and whatnot. I'll start us off: Quote: BORN-AGAIN GOLGOTHAN Silence eats away at me, lonely, ugly... time gone, the dawn never came. Neither did you. This station is abandoned, broken, rotten... workers left, never to return. I'm still here. I stopped the world turning, me, defiled, vile... axis halted, the earth a still rock. Where are you? I've spent an aeon waiting here ignoring my hatreds and my fear my flesh is scarred, pitted, and seared. Where are you? All these things I did in your name... The world was a beast that only I could tame... Now it is a monolith; now it is your fane... Where are you? In our silence, Golgotha was born Mechanics of martyrdom, scourged, torn, For our glorious messiah, we all mourn But where are you? My heart's blood will do as the final sacrifice I become a statue; only weathered, broken artifice. That should start it off.

Author:	Eyesore [ Wed Apr 26, 2006 2:32 am ]
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Here are a few new poems... Quote: EVERYWHERE “Well met, corpse!” The old man stopped short milky eyes scanning the horizon “Who’s there?” he said A slow breeze, stirring dead leaves, and memories “Look up, corpse.” He did, and saw sky within sky nothing more “You are a fool, corpse! A fool!” Quote: TAKEN Go back to sleep my little sheep the world is coming down Awaken the dream caught in between that is your home now Go back to sleep my little sheep the world is coming down You can be afraid and look away but please don’t make a sound Quote: BLUE I don’t smoke, but I’m sinister in my hazy room behind semi-drawn blinds glowing in horizontal moon beams the vodka turned to water a desktop lake of bourbon reflects a lone ashtray—lonely passing by riding currents I watch—one eye in shadow spinning the swivel blowing imaginary smoke lazily ascending in a silent crescendo cut down by dusty blades and moon beams—blue

Author:	Eyesore [ Wed Apr 26, 2006 2:38 am ]
Post subject:	Re: The Poetry Thread
Dead Machine wrote: BORN-AGAIN GOLGOTHAN Silence eats away at me, lonely, ugly... time gone, the dawn never came. Neither did you. This station is abandoned, broken, rotten... workers left, never to return. I'm still here. I stopped the world turning, me, defiled, vile... axis halted, the earth a still rock. Where are you? I've spent an aeon waiting here ignoring my hatreds and my fear my flesh is scarred, pitted, and seared. Where are you? All these things I did in your name... The world was a beast that only I could tame... Now it is a monolith; now it is your fane... Where are you? In our silence, Golgotha was born Mechanics of martyrdom, scourged, torn, For our glorious messiah, we all mourn But where are you? My heart's blood will do as the final sacrifice I become a statue; only weathered, broken artifice. This is an odd rhyming scheme. It's weird, the the rhyme scheme almost runs with the theme of the words.

Author:	Tlaloc [ Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:42 am ]
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Today I ordered Chinese food I don't know why I was in the mood Everything was fried Now I might die Because my bowels are completely screwed

Author:	ganeshaRules [ Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:50 am ]
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Sir Wanksalot wrote: Today I ordered Chinese food I don't know why I was in the mood Everything was fried Now I might die Because my bowels are completely screwed Well... I prefer the continuation of the Fetus Eater series... Please, come on, man, your fans are waiting for that

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Author:	Tlaloc [ Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:55 am ]
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Very soon. I'm just on the net quickly to research some uni shit. And obviously procrastinating.

Author:	SilkCrimsonMoon [ Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:27 am ]
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Yearning For a New Dimension What beauty, of hope and love, Love of divinity and Gnostics, Love for a kind, An embrace of no-other, A beauty of confusion and darkness, Of darkness I fear, Of ignorance I fear, Of thy I fear, Of me, I fear, Of eyes of unknown I fear, the eyes that vomit time by time. Of animosity I fear, Of ambivalent I fear, Of invariability I fear, Of the confirms I fear, Of dismay I laugh, And then… I devour, I anticipate the depths and reach out for the light, I see a gloom of God, Endurance, and suffocation, A tendency to my flesh as I reach for the sign of the cross, And for salvation… I repent to an unknown God, But realize there is only a mortal of I in the castigation of the hand made God, As I drink to antidote of conflict, I reach the top again but it seems just a rotation as the immortal circle is deceiving me… But what can I contemplate more than this? …That I’m just an invaded creature of Obscurity and dementia. Embers of me blow away by the wind of hyena, The Wind… that makes me yearn for a new Dimension.

Author:	Carnifex Umbris [ Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:08 pm ]
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Quote: "Beautiful Lies" Dripping from my lips You want them painted anyway. My tongue trips at first But you afford me ample opportunity To practice. Put the words in my mouth Like that blessing. I’ll shed my armor for you Cast off for blasphemously holy garb Because you like it like that, don’t you? Prompt me, Baby, Good girl. Soft, gentle poison for your ears You drink it as greedily As you imagine I must drink That blessing. Beautiful lies we tell you Poised, gorgeous deceptions dancing in the sheets Little transformations. We are nothing but fertile space For the lovely spawn You implant within us. It’s always yours, baby, Lover, Beloved. There is truth in naked bodies Bare skin Ugly marks you can’t feel anyway. You can’t stand knowing those blemishes exist, Can you, Baby? Give me your nascence, I will return it to the world fully formed Ready to make you proud. Isn’t it beautiful, baby?

Author:	Dead Machine [ Thu Apr 27, 2006 1:09 am ]
Post subject:	Re: The Poetry Thread
Eyesore wrote: This is an odd rhyming scheme. It's weird, the the rhyme scheme almost runs with the theme of the words. That's what I was shooting for, yeah. And are you sure you started writing poetry before you read Crane? It's almost like you're possessed by his ghost or something.

Author:	Eyesore [ Thu Apr 27, 2006 1:12 am ]
Post subject:	Re: The Poetry Thread
Dead Machine wrote: Eyesore wrote: This is an odd rhyming scheme. It's weird, the the rhyme scheme almost runs with the theme of the words. That's what I was shooting for, yeah. And are you sure you started writing poetry before you read Crane? It's almost like you're possessed by his ghost or something. I am dead serious. I never even knew he wrote poetry until that chick in England told me I write like him. It's fucking weird.

Author:	Metalhead_Bastard [ Thu Apr 27, 2006 9:21 pm ]
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Quote: Ignorance of death High on the meth No warning of the hell that awaits you Dark scummy street Shuffling feet Approaching from the dark The stranger of advances In an exhange of glances A blade protrudes from his pocket Pulled across flesh The weeping wound opens And a smile scars his face Scarlet raindrops Adorn the floor Last thing you see As you crash to your knees The Reaper's hand So welcoming Meh, on the moment.

Author:	KinderGentlerGenocide [ Fri Apr 28, 2006 2:25 am ]
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A freewrite: The humans thought God had left them to resolve on their own. His word was not sealed, not as they believed. This cyborg army from the skies brought Christ back, an unsupsected suprise. "God save us!" and he answered, but in actuality, his limitations revealed, God, Christ, was attempting to save himself. Plans unravelling, world imploding, they watched three behemoths rise over, and descend the hill where the sun seemed to collide with earth in a burst of red. Three mechanized, monster-flesh abominants, on skull crushing treads, with cannon arms, approached without stike, mocking the remaining shreds of the human race. Strapped to the breast of the beast in the middle, in the manner he was crucified before, Jesus said his final words to "his people." "Run! Run for your lives!" he screamed, but deep inside, he knew it was finished. Inspired by the elements of noise that made up Ingurgitate's "Blackest Origin." Evil robot vox, epic blackened grind, and a hate for Christ that's unbelievable. w00t.

Author:	Dead Machine [ Fri Apr 28, 2006 2:32 am ]
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Quote: LEAP, APRIL Leap, April, over May into June directly into the burning sun Faster, again, over the freezing ISA rune Bleeding skylight will escape and run from twilight's fane. Leap, April, over May into June The end of guilts and weeping sorrows My skin will feel the blessed water soon The water that washes as death follows Twilight's angry pulse. Leap, April, over May into June A time when the guilty shall rise After world obliteration, it would be such a boon to bask in the real sun, free of lies Twilight victims scream. A temple to twilight in the sparkling moonlight would mark the passage of time in measures of crime Why they write it I cannot say They save it for another day When the guilty rise in the month of June Oh, that date before me, how it shall loom I lie in twilight's ugly embrace, awaiting that month free of disgrace.

Author:	SilkCrimsonMoon [ Fri Apr 28, 2006 7:41 am ]
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“The Confined twilight of wounded souls” A desert of sigh and lament I climbed the unclimbed stone of the enemy, And I saw the sun; the sun that was going into a demise, which I thought it would never rise again. The day was condemned by the darkness of the night which was devouring me slowly in to it. My fellow men were whispering into my ears but I was in contemplation of a portrait of Death. He shook my shoulder; when I looked back, there was nothing but the beauty of the desert as my lips were getting dryer. My eyes were bleeding as the storm began. My heart was beating as it was right beside my hands and I could feel it moving. I tried to move along but my legs were nothing but the angel’s corpse. So, I closed my eyes; it was a rainy day but the sunlight was astonishing as it was reflecting itself in the river of Gnostics. The clouds were smiling at me, the moon had no sorrow and the trees were dancing as God was singing the anthem of peace. As I tried to open my eyes but I could not, I saw a white silk beauty skin with eyes as the angel’s newborn child and the shining that was a soother to the wolf. I opened my eyes but all I saw was I in a room, buried in dust and time.

Author:	Cú Chulainn [ Fri Apr 28, 2006 7:57 pm ]
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DECIEVERS OF THE TRUTH! Do not play with our minds! Teach us not to hate! Let us live in peace! Die without our pity! Who is the liar but he who denies that Jesus is Christ? This is the Antichrist, he who denies the Father and the Son Family of death, Christ is the deciever Forsaken by his Father, to die for our hate Keep us in blindness, let us kill ourselves We suffer in our violence, you wallow in the mire Of your sadistic desire Who is the killer but he who denies that morality is human! This is the Zealot, he who scorns the love of man. Killing in the name of God Destroying in the name of good Hating in the name of love LIVING IN THE NAME OF DEATH!

Author:	Metalhead_Bastard [ Sat Apr 29, 2006 8:21 pm ]
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Hate Coming from your very pores Sweating malevolence Eyes narrowed Awaiting the revenge On the moment.

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Author:	Metalhead_Bastard [ Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:32 pm ]
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I smashed the faces Of his neices Into tiny little Crunchy pieces I killed his mother I ate his son I've killed his whole family And it's so much fun He should have let me lose In that fatal poker match It's his own fault That I tore him a snatch

Author:	Goat [ Wed May 03, 2006 12:31 pm ]
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Metalhead_Bastard wrote: I smashed the faces Of his neices Into tiny little Crunchy pieces I killed his mother I ate his son I've killed his whole family And it's so much fun He should have let me lose In that fatal poker match It's his own fault That I tore him a snatch "neices" ?! Good work.

Author:	Metalhead_Bastard [ Wed May 03, 2006 9:39 pm ]
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Zad wrote: Metalhead_Bastard wrote: I smashed the faces Of his neices Into tiny little Crunchy pieces I killed his mother I ate his son I've killed his whole family And it's so much fun He should have let me lose In that fatal poker match It's his own fault That I tore him a snatch "neices" ?! Good work. Hehe, I just rhyme words on the moment.

Author:	Metalhead_Bastard [ Fri May 05, 2006 10:13 pm ]
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Quote: You think your political bullshit will sustain us I'll rip a hole in that shitty suit And cram a knife up your anus Lyrics to a politically charged 20 second grind song.