Tales of the Mandarin Liar (fiction poems)

The Ghosts of This World...

...They wander aimlessly through life,
not knowing who they are;
flapping and fluttering around.
They keep looking for "something to do"...

Evil spirits wisper a thought in their ears,
and they repeat it...repeat it..
They want to believe it...believe it...
But their lives are a lie,
and they know it...know it...

Walking hopelessly throught this world...
until they finally fade away.

(Dedicated to thoes outside the grasp of God...)

[edit on 1-2-2006 by cosmokatt7]

This or That...

Well,maybe it's that mixed blood,
or something new indeed.
But I can feel it coming,
and yes, I see the seed.

But maybe it's just messed up,
'cause we just don't agree.
But it's just so damn confusing
when deserts turn to sea...

It's kinda like when angels
will lose their first estate;
or when spirits tread a fine line
between both love and hate...

Well, it musta had it's dawning
in ages far removed,
to spread on cosmic currents,
to come from me to you.

[edit on 8-2-2006 by cosmokatt7]

(I) Just (can't) wait... 'till 2008

Banal evil at its most venal;
a society utterly senile.
Parasitic attractions to
those who exploit you;
a habit you'll never,ever fix.

"If we all lie, you'll have to believe us"...
or...
"If (one) lies long enough, it'll become true." (we hope)

Overt corruption is this status quo...
So "no" doesn't always mean "no".

"I'm dreaming of a very bright future"...
(but) built on a landfill of deception.

The Spirit of Life

...For the herd have not an inkling,
and in the twinkling of an eye,
these changes rearrange us
as we aim now for the sky.

But these lies remain a buttress
as they try to hold you down...
For humans are not starlings,
they were meant just for the ground.

But I do not deny my origins
as I breathe true spirit in....
For it was meant from the beginning
that all should enter in...

So I breathe of life eternal,
and I must now give up sin...
As my flesh approaches spirit;
the true modality of zen.


("The key to the secret interpretation of Shakespere can be found in
Victorian basements.")
A.D.




[edit on 14-2-2006 by cosmokatt7]

[edit on 27-2-2006 by cosmokatt7]

Power Lines

There are power lines of convergence;
This is a storm I cannot change.
Unfamiliar terrain is all around me,
but I have always loved the strange.

A crowd of people mill before me;
Still I love to be alone.
Yet, it's lonely in this world,
although I know it's not my home.

While evil spirits leech to feelings
that I cannot deny...
For this cosmos is just a transformation,
or to be blunt,
this is all a lie.

Well, yes I know I'm.. thinking
kind of nasty.
Still, I do know the reason why...
But would eternity still be so boring,
if you were on my side?

Children of the Liar

Everyday deceptions:
Yes, that's my preception.
My "face" is a bold, blatant lie...
The truth I keep hidden,
for it is forbidden
to show who I really am...

My heart so murky:
My thoughts always lurking,
in the darkest corners of life.

My words (are) but a mask,
for it is my task,
and my burden to constantly
mislead (you)...

Heart of Deception (Dicotomous Twist)

I'd tell you a tale,
but then I'm just a liar.
I've refined my art
and I know noone higher.

I once was a good man,
but the world made me bad.
As I lived out my lifetime (and)
people just made me mad...

Beauty and corruption,
a dicotomous twist.
Just change your mind
at the flick of a wrist.

Remember to give me a kiss
when you stab my back...
And do not wonder at
the price I'll exact.

I do not intend to sully your flow of work with my post, I just want to give you a thumbs up, it's entertaining.

-ADHD

...Thanks. I,m glad you can enjoy it (them)

I could read these poems all day long and would enjoy it.

Great work!

..Thanks for the kind words...although I haven't witten for awhile these days....

"(and) I can see...what you are thinking..."

Phony smiles and starlight blinking.
Innane laughter and people drinking.
Rising incomes and spirits sinking...

Ah, but I can see what you are thinking.

It's not a gift, still it's so sublime;
And it happens all the time.
It takes no effort, just an open mind...

And I can see what you are thinking.

Gleeful grins, and hidden sins...
You think I'll take it on the chin.
And when you lie, you think you win...

Ah, but I can see what you are thinking...

[edit on 13-3-2007 by cosmokatt7]

Can I Able? (or my brother's keeper)

...I have incured
the enmity of Man,
because I refuse to
go along with the plan.

As long as I've been livin',
there's always been trouble.
So I suspect (that)
somewhere I have a double.

If I play by the rules,
Well, I'll never win...
But outside of the box, (it seems)
I must have a friend.

Day after day
I face so much gar-bage,
so I've become acustomed to
constant sabotage.

Nowhere to run,
and noplace to hide...
But, amid all of this chaos
I still abide.

Outside of the complex,
yet inside of the Keep...
I'm steady workin',
'while you're still asleep.

[edit on 10-4-2007 by cosmokatt7]

[edit on 11-4-2007 by cosmokatt7]

Q: ...Eh...What do you call a College professor who likes to eat people?

A: Hannibal Lecture


Monkey Feet

Monkey feet, monkey feet...
What do you like to eat?

Candy toenails with toejam;
I'll take all that I can stand.

Put thoes gams on the boil...
Giddy up! that's my goil!

Monkey feet, monkey feet

Chicken legs and great big corns...
Just make sure to keep 'em warm...

Cottage cheese and flabby flesh...
Well, I'll take all that you have left!

Monkey feet, monkey feet!


To the tune of C&W bass drift...

[edit on 28-6-2007 by cosmokatt7]

Sluttyduz


Slutty is as slutty does.
Well, you might like that low brow love.
Betty's go and Betty's come,
and that's fer shur when I take 'em home.

Twisting, turning
bearing down...
Looking for talent
all over town...

Scratching, fever
passions pain...
As fire rages
'till it's done...

Slutty is as Slutty does.

If I catch you, (girl)
on a whim,
are you gonna
give me trim?
Catty, slinky
slow grind burn...

Well. slutty is as slutty does.


Dedicated to Christina Ricci in : Black Snake Moan

Sluttyduz


Slutty is as slutty does.
Well, you might like that low brow love.
Betty's go and Betty's come,
and that's fer shur when I take 'em home.

Twisting, turning
bearing down...
Looking for talent
all over town...

Scratching, fever
passions pain...
As fire rages
'till it's done...

Slutty is as Slutty does.

If I catch you, (girl)
on a whim,
are you gonna
give me trim?
Catty, slinky
slow grind burn...

Well. slutty is as slutty does.


Dedicated to Christina Ricci in : Black Snake Moan

Technobabble Bimbo
( Yet...I love to listen )


I think she's lovely,
but I really don't know...
I've only seen her online.

He works are so freeky,
yet, kinda cool...
In a geeky,cheeky way.

When she speaks it's amazing,
amid the garble and gibberish...
Does she really believe
what she's saying?

What she describes is just magic,
'tho she says it's science...
It's startling, so wonderously
misled...

If the world ran that way,
well, then I'd be atonished.
Discordant,sublime, and...
still on time.

One 2 Many...

It was a novel, novel
of a noble man,
who came to an
ignominimous end....

He wa an honest soul
in a land of plenty;
and though he's right,
in this world he seldom wins...

And though his passions
are hidden,
it is forbidden
for him to consciously
engage in sin...

Damn and tarnation!
Yet he feels elation,
"cause he knows that
his position's unique...

Well, you might think
he was lonely...
But, he is the only
one to whom the ancient
"haunts" do speak...

Winding a tale...
but not to hail
the feeble or meek
indiscreet.


"Art is the sex of the imagination" A.D.

[edit on 17-7-2007 by cosmokatt7]

Nimrod


When I was alive last time,
dissipation was my crime.
Thus I made a mock of life,
then took another's with my knife...

Running from the lawman;
I'm so tired I can hardly stand.
And, I know that noone understands
my dilemma...

Killed the mother of my birth;
Destroyed the father of my land.
And, with my anti-alchemy,
I turned gold to dirt;
I changed love to hurt...
Made fertile fields desolate,
and I didn't care one bit...

Look and see just what you get...
When you give nothing...



"If everbody says it... It must be true!"

D. Rabble

[edit on 27-8-2007 by cosmokatt7]

Player Slayer

Peel the layers
from the player.
Behind the sinner,
may be a saint.

Black and White;
Hot and cold...
What seems new and novel,
could be very old.l

Bright and shiny,
glitters brightly...
Like neon signs at twilight.

"So superficial";
thoes are my issues...
Embrace the darkness
of the night.

Immortal dreams
so full of passion..
Let your deep desires
now take flight.

Peel tyhe layers
of the player...



..."And, if you could see my dreams, then you'ld know what I mean."

Icarus Rex

[edit on 24-9-2007 by cosmokatt7]