What do you wish of me?
Shall I tell the lady in presence.
Tell her that her absence passes without check.
Or would she rather here truth?
Warn, though the latter, my thought.
This warrants not my caution.
Lions do not sweat over the actions of springbok.
Feed my heart to the pyre.
Is thine beater in thy own possession?
Should I still hold it, perhaps?
Nay, foul considerations! Juvenile folly!
Let the thing out.
To the dirt with it.
Well left, enough.
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When love is gone.
And the cold becomes warm.
Night is as bright as day.
And the bustle is loud quiet dark-time still.
Then smiles are fake.
And lies are real.
The truth is sad.
And happiness…
Well, happiness is just a word.
Questions lead to doors without answers. And form a maze who’s only purpose is… Sadness.
Festering wounds and,
Searing chests and,
Torturous memories and, lost identities and, broken promises.
Burning fury hide silent tears.
Silent lips keep the tongue still.
Still fingers protect secrets.
Secrets burn the spirit.
And the spirit, buried and forgotten.
We haven’t been taking our meds, we’re sorry! ._.)
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I want to leave
Go, go somewhere where
The skies are blue, the sun is bright,
The tree stays green, the flowers always in bloom
And the grass is lush.
Please, can we go there?
Can we go to the place where the ground is plushie soft.
The place where the falls spray the air.
Where sprites and faeries frolic about your head and unicorns and pegasus graze in the meadow beyond.
Would you please take me there?
Would you please take me to the place the water tastes like fruit juice.
Fruit juice tastes like chocolate milkshake.
Chocolate milkshake tastes like wine.
And wine tastes like water.
Where the pelt of the sheep is cotton candy
Porcupines carry liquorice vines
And snakes bite euphoria.
Please!
Take me to paradise 🙂
Where I can live merry, peaceful and care free.
I’d much like that, I would. It would be awesome.
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Hark there you good fellow, you must be a stranger to these lands.
In this wilderness among us roam kings.
Revered by man and beast alike.
Tread with caution.
Their passage take priority.
To travellers, wild beasts.
To the towns people, ancestors.
Gods among men.
The worderlings seek their blessing.
The heads seek their wisdom.
The women seek their Grace.
Respect you show and in kind returned.
Lest their wrath you wish to incur.
You’d be advised to acknowledge their gaze, ’til duly dismissed.
My duty to you is fulfilled, blessings to you in journey.
We are a Pride
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Judging by the stats and the general response you guys liked our little flashback moment. We’re glad you like it. 🙂
Oh… And sorry about the minor confusion with one of the posts.
Nostalgia isn’t something we like to entertain very much, but it seemed fitting that we introduce this theme as platform to carry another.
Hopefully my new work will tickle you all as much as my old poetry did. A bit more about love, lust, girls, booze and drugs, and a bit less ranting.
Keep your eyes glued to your screens, more is coming. Comments are always welcome and appreciated. 🙂
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I am floating idly lost in vast waters.
Though I’m lone, I am ‘companied.
Cheery Helios on his sky trek.
At times pale-faced cryptic old man, who covers the sky with cloak of dark.
Words they never do utter.
But learnings they do impart.
Yearning comfort in their consort.
Snakes, wolves, rats and birds occasionally yet so often pass my way.
My attention they bitterly fail to capture at the end of the day.
Merchants, voyagers, sailors come by so often.
Board they afford me to their vessel.
Much to their displeasure such pleasure I afford myself not.
For mine is a purposed excursion with no destination.
That one conformed could not fathom.
Offer me no vest, for I will not drown.
Offer me no dingy, for there be no need it on my passage.
My way there and back I will find.
As are the words of the wandering mind.
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She asked me why it rains.
I don’t know I answered.
But I’m glad ’cause the falling rain is linked to the pain.
She looked at me, smiled and said,
love reign in the rain and the pain is not but the alien joy that invades your atria and ventricles.
Behind every chill there’s warmth.
So smile!
For one day the sun will illuminate our way back to one another.
Aren’t I glad I had on my shades for my eyes began to glaze.
I could not let her read my face for pride would not let me show my state.
We grew from a trickle to a stream to a mighty river in little time.
But even the greatest of river must split, part ways only 2 fall to the same lake.
U must see my face in the rain.
Sunshine will break this blanket of grey one day and paint your visage with its lovely grace.
On that day tears of joy will drown that pain.
She asked me why it rains.
I don’t know, though perhaps the sad sky weeps on our behalf.
Ain’t that a lovely thing, she said, though I would beg it not so.
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Give me the beacon.
Light the way to the kingdom, otherwise unknown,
un-owned, only guarded over by our majesty.
He who gave us flaws that comply with the next minds opposite thoughts.
Called me home.
I, whose mission is done though incomplete,
what I had wanted to do experiences unexperienced.
Dream flushed down the drain.
Feel momentary pain and smile because I am liberated and I know at
this time memories are not faded.
In loving memory of my late aunt
The next couple of posts are from a simpler time. These were the things I wrote before I learnt all a lot of the things I know.
Innocent, naïve, impressionable(somewhat)
Back when my world was as close to valhalla as I could hope.
I wrote these partly in an attempt to keep up with the poetry and shakespeare stuff we had in high school, and partly to see if I could and in part to find an outlet for the thing I couldn’t, just wouldn’t, say.
I hope you enjoy them 🙂 😛
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Let’s just be
Happy. Loud. Add a bounce and a hop to your step. Ignore your stresses.
Throw caution to the wind and just
laugh out loud and dance. Wear a
smile on our faces.
Drink up, smoke up, snot up, shoot up
hit your buzz. Fuck the fuck out and
fuck shit up. Have fun. Paint the town.
Here some paintball gun and red
pellets. Young, fresh, wild. Be the
menace you wanna be. Do the shit
you wanna do. Live fucking life.
Take that one shot. Because in the morning you have to remember to…
Forever Young
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