General Original Poetry

[Lyle]

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He fell all on his own
at the backs of the busy crowd.
He had his own kingdom made and he
fashioned his own throne.
"Do you believe there is a God?"
Not if everyone dies alone.
It's better to burn out than fade away.

Is there a final stop, a
resting place set aside for those
who leave the path, who drop the chase?
Or is it more cold waiting in the wings,
more empty rooms just filled with things.
It's better to burn out than fade away.

Burnt incense on the air,
like a soul shaking in the breeze.
Alone and abandoned and avoiding
all the expectant stares.
What became of youthful joys,
all the girls and all the boys now
leave them in the dirt like
Old, forgotten toys.
It's better to burn out than fade away.

Rusted hinges groan out loud
To startle the rats in the busy crowd.
Cracked eggshells, drying blood-tears makes
a farce of mundane fears.
Hope, too is cast aside now; a worn out shoe.
My bride is dressed up all in blue.
It's better to burn out than fade away.

I'd inscribe the words on my soul
If I could but nobody says all the things
they should.
So I'll postpone the message, not yet sent,
Of trust and love and black lament.
It's just if you had asked you'd know, that
though we all one day get to go...
Not one of us burns out and noone ever fades away.


Yeah. That's what I'd say.

[Lyle]

Another old one, this particular "poem" penned during a frenzied weekend of gambling, excessive alcohol consumption and general all-round behaviour which is not conducive to growing old. I remember an especially vile hang-over but I have some perspective on hang-overs. They are like the bill you recieve after the meal. The awkwardness after sex. The eye of the storm and the ghost in reflections. I always write when I'm hungover. Hemingway wrote while he was drunk but this just goes to show how boring he was.

*

Welcome gentle shepherds and opulent
old Kings, welcome to our generation, this
time of new-born thoughts and time of
new-born things. Welcome ones that came
before, pioneers of the Past. Welcome all the new
ones too, the first one to the last. To
dance and drown in the lakes of your birth.
To pull those links and roots that bind you still -
to watch the children all grow old and
burn to bathe the dirty earth.

Welcome to the chrysalis of the soul,
hardening shell and soft, chewy centre.
Welcome the re-definition of roles, the
gates of fashionable seasons that we do
our best to quietly enter.
Welcome the Monsters &
Martyrs – the fervently concluded.
Welcome, grim followers of truth
Welcome O' contented and deluded.
Shed your skins in the moon’s blue rays
and dance in the waters of your birth.
Those links and roots that bind us
Until we remember to forget the Earth.

*

Not that I'm comparing myself to Hemingway. ~cough~

[Lyle]

It's about time.


Allow for this sun to remain uncontested.
Forgive the ocean that
Douses the flame.
Permit the night-time access
To nothing and
Follow the footpath
that unlocks the future.

This kingdom of nowhere, this empire of now.

Eternity's harvest is midnight, black wine.
Let's all drink 'til never and it's about time.

Follow the footpath that
takes us from nowhere.
Show us the heavens
which cradle the sun.
Allow your son to remain uncontested.

This empire of nowhere, this kingdom of now.

Hope that tomorrow names all her children,
Pray that her children still worship the future.
Escape the Mother and escape the Word.
Give wings to queries for
escaping answers.
Give answers time and then they'll understand.

[sir archely]

Try living in a yesterday or tomorrow and you’ll find that you cannot,
Though I see sometimes those people who seem to have forgot,
That a yesterday is just a now that went and became a when,
Never will those whens be times and time again.
And tomorrow is naught but a now that someday just might be,
A now that if we’re fortunate you and I might see.

[sir archely]

laughing girl,
i hear you there.
a glinting smile, a twinkling eye,
far away from this life of mine.
two souls, intertwined,
yet never woven into one.
the weave undone before begun,
we drift together and apart.
you are there, in my heart always.
a love not lost, just never found.
and that sound,
your laughter,
stays with me.

[joshuathemakaleen]

Fisherking Interrogation


Aye, the silver beams of hope to watch the crimson in the east
Lighten just another notch to light the souls at least
Unable to embrace the dark and to the deep confine
Declined this night to sleep to reap and the to rest recline

Gainst nothing. Idle fascination races with indigo above
Below I'll sink to dream and fly just as a Dove.
All Magpies true and that the grace of God's words
Krishnan Consciousness translations say this thrall not for the birds.

On Ravenous wing for whom the flag flew he tells us of the Count
Of solace called US embassy it baits a peaceful neutrality the mount
Nothing called in Vision a Beast yet today is that day
A way to something culled like Christmas Trees for whom does it pay

Promises Paul the Peter honed pelt of pure pauper Holy Spirit
Who Knew! Haunting! In this His Time! And not at all for it
Corruption tangled Damascene New Years Eve? And sure as Sure perceive
Solace always gives us reason and season no adhesion to deceive

For snow and schemes for undeployed and absent in heart
Sure I tow these memories of pure there are no Lords of Time baking blackbirds in a tart
Our Lady in the Sky called a Spirit clad oft in Darkness
Freddie M he curioed this too to much rivalry in Archness

Branch of yea through the shadow of Jehasohphat THE PILLAR IS ABSALOM!!!
Through the wisdom of accepted nature he heard it first through Mum
The historic Imperial n Imperial loves even Jesus ethereal
The geographic shot by internet leaving nothing immaterial

Dutiful to lapsed time recognition I find this is the duration
In French why can't I recall my parents synesthesis seperation
Our Lady has no horned head or goats feet undeneath
Like the soul who says he sings fair Jezebel bequeath

She is no mystic, it would be false, to say I am a Virgin
Instead, she's the image in Vision everyone's seen a version
Sow! I stopped thinking and broke open the sanity of saints
It is now the salivatory that aint it taints

His school - her deity the logic of the evening
Graven Shadey, Linda Gray and Grace left Grieving.

[joshuathemakaleen]

Slowly to Dying

Hesitantly I stood the steep and fractious
My short abodes here atop the cliffs and winds
This way, and one's the truth I need it in a prayer
As rare as this warmth at Christmas
As though we care called warped and weird
Its todays the day and infinite feared finite of tomorrows
Let there be light, and for mercy let there be shadows for the sorrows
Don't forget to to pick up without a perforation
To the restoration of your belief that its eternity with ghost gospel
Mary's brother Lord of leper host

Certain never, because I'd made way to a cosmic of ordinarty stars
And you know when you've gone real far when smoking at the bar and tv speaks that far
Serenity wasn't a farce
There and none the deep indigo waters
Wherein sleeps more sons and ye daughters

True, that I had made enough of the grey and told to sold my silver for gold
Closer now with ladies to hear me sing all praise that raises the deal "in"

[Mike]

I'll read that again when I'm less sleepy. This seriously messes with my understanding of English

[joshuathemakaleen]

its a rare consonant

[joshuathemakaleen]

my poem I'm putting in here cause i don't want to be a troll

On the block, crystal rock, Sahans cock
I seek Highness
On my imac on the track, back to back
I seek Highness
Couth calls me I seek highness
Eagles feather eagles wing, enchanted quill Dollar bill
Couth calls me I seek highness
To the beast to the beast to the beat
Odd Antichrist
Desert Feast Quantum Least
God Antichrist
Heaven sends it
I seek Highness

[joshuathemakaleen]

'Dying'

Hesitantly I stood the steep and fractious
My short abodes here atop the cliffs and beneath the winds
I bore no heart attones
This way and one's the truth
I need it in prayer as rare as this warmth at christmas
As though I care ...

When warped and weird its todays the day and infinite of tomorrows
Let there be light, let there be shadows
Since ... only able for the sorrows
Don't forget to pick up without a perforation

To the restoration of my belief its eternally echhoes

Certain, never, because I'd made my way to a cosmic with ordinary stars
Harks then to the day when sanity wasn't a Creature's farce
There and none the deep indigo waters wherein sleep more sons and ye daughters
True that I had made enough of the grey bar silver horizons and increased my cash for gold
Till the glue of the blue


(my only comment for interpretation is varied time lapse recognition of the usual poetics)