Random Ramblings...

Thanks Alien!!! Great Writing ~ Your poetry has a positivity that simply radiates off the page! I've enjoyed reading everyone's poetry here, I'm really glad more people are adding to this forum, it's a way to express deep thoughts and hidden dreams from pen to paper or as we say in the now 'Technical Age' from keyboard to MS Word? heh yeah, well that works

funlovincriminal, thank you for your kind words. Its just a shame that all I have to acknowledge your input, your expression, is a small button labelled 'Applaud'...though by clicking it I hope you know what you share is appreciated and respected well beyond mere ATS points.

Sapphire, thank you also for your highly valued input...old maori saying: "Naku raurau, nau raurau, ka ora ai te manuhiri" - "By my food basket, by your food basket, the guests will have enough". Basically means we all have something special, something unique to share...to 'bring to the table'...and by doing so we are all fed in ways that extend beyond body, we are fed spiritually.


...more food then...


KICKER

Sometimes I can't be bothered putting on a pleasant face,
Sometimes I can't be tossed with acting with a little grace.

So I don't...

Sometimes I totally wanna scream and yell and rant,
Sometimes I totally wanna be a little deviant.

So I do...

Sometimes I just wanna reach out and strangle someone,
Sometimes I just wanna beat the heck out of 'em for fun.

But I won't...

Sometimes I look back and wonder what went so wrong,
Sometimes I wonder if its worse to stay or to move on.

But I will...

Sometimes I think what the heck, just end it all,
Sometimes I find such pleasure in the plummeting fall.

But I shouldn't...

Sometimes I find I'm relegated to bottom shelf,
Sometimes I find I was put there by myself.

And thats the kicker...


HARDCOVERED

Walk on by, take another look,
See nothing, not even a man.
Kept judging my cover instead of reading the book,
At least read the blurb if you can.

So you thumb through a few pages to get an idea,
Of what makes this guy tick.
Maybe put the book down on a coffee table somewhere,
And pick up one thats less thick.

In your short little foray into Chapter One,
You think already you know me.
Well, read Chapter Two its a lot more fun,
Its where I say "F*ck you all! Blow me!"

Chapter Three and Four fall out onto the floor,
Perhaps life could use some more binding.
Probably represents all the years that were spent,
In a bottle or doing drugs while unwinding.

Chapter Five is missing, for that was stolen,
Along with Chapter Six.
By a family member whose innocent smile's holding,
An illness way beyond sick.

Chapter Seven and Eight really ain't that great,
So skip on to Chapter Nine.
Theres a ton of violence, some love and some hate,
Lots of action if ya got the time.

Didn't finish Chapter Ten, couldn't work out the end,
So just move to Chapter Eleven.
Oh this bit is good, we learn about God,
And all the requirements to get into Heaven.

Then comes the Twelveth where we lose all our faith,
And latch onto rage once again.
Thirteenth is unlucky, just some other sleaze trying to f*ck me,
So Fourteenth is just more pain.

Fifteenth has some pictures of shallow dug ditches,
And bros who simply 'disappeared'.
Sixteenth is the same, can't remember their names,
Play the game and ya might end up dead.

The rest of the story well...its far too boring,
Just 'blah blah' this and that.
So will you read it or will you leave it,
Nope...you quickly put it back.



INNOCENT EYES
*actually a song I wrote many years ago*

Thoughts of you glide through my mind,
They dance and tease me so.
They visit my every waking thought,
Oh, the magic that you do.
Your soul touches down upon my heart,
It lingers for a while.
You always seem to tease my needs,
Your face, your charming smile.

Your innocent eyes, a thin disguise,
For the passion you hold inside.
A yearning thats forever burning,
For your body cannot lie.

I hold you always in my heart,
As I hold you in my arms.
You capture me, envelope me,
Your breath on skin is warm.
I am a servant of your love,
Or are you a slave to mine.
The answer we may never know,
But your body, it cannot lie.

Your innocent eyes, a thin disguise,
For the need you hold within.
This passion consumes both you and I,
The fire of breath on skin.
Your tender touch, I want so much,
We lay down and become one.
Your innocent eyes, a thin disguise,
For the fire you hold within.
Your innocent eyes, a thin disguise,
For this fire you hold within.




Peace,
ALIEN

Originally posted by alien
funlovincriminal, thank you for your kind words. Its just a shame that all I have to acknowledge your input, your expression, is a small button labelled 'Applaud'...though by clicking it I hope you know what you share is appreciated and respected well beyond mere ATS points.

Sapphire, thank you also for your highly valued input...old maori saying: "Naku raurau, nau raurau, ka ora ai te manuhiri" - "By my food basket, by your food basket, the guests will have enough". Basically means we all have something special, something unique to share...to 'bring to the table'...and by doing so we are all fed in ways that extend beyond body, we are fed spiritually.


Alien: Your very Welcome ~ Alas More great Poetry from one of the Best Mods on ATS

Awesome Poems!

another 10 pages and hopefully we'll get our Poetry Section

...hahaha...flattery will get you everywhere Sapphire...


...now...a quick bit of self-pity...


NOTHING

Nothing.
Reach out and touch nothing.
Look through me for I am nothing.
Nothing inside,
Nothing to hide.
For I am nothing once again.

Nothing in my eyes,
Nothing at all.
Nothing exists within my heart,
Nothing within my soul.

One more time,
There is nothing to find.
A shadow you will see,
The nothingness of me.
Forever more within the void.

A fleeting memory of something,
Replaced by the realisation of nothing.
Return to your life, go on about your day,
Don't worry. This nothingness will soon fade away.


...offset with soppy love poetry...


WALK WITH ME
*Translations:
Rongoa = Medicene
Kai = Food


Come walk with me my precious one,
Come see the sights I'll show.
Come feel the breeze of salty seas,
Come see mountains adorned with snow.
Come fish for trout in the local river,
Come hunt through bountiful bush.
Come heed the call of Mother Nature,
Come feel her spirit rush.

Your world is full of breathtaking beauty,
And so too is my own.
Truly blessed are we with land so free,
Liberated by earth's home.
No need to seek for its all right here,
No need to borrow or buy.
The forest is an ample provider,
Much rongoa and kai.

A simple life my precious one,
Is what I'm searching for.
To shed this suit and free my mind,
Discover what life has in store.
When you're with me I'll always be free,
I'd never become a slave.
So take my hand, come walk with me,
Find our freedom within our love.


...doesn't rhyme...but meh...who cares...

FAREWELL MY FRIEND
*Wrote this to say goodbye to my hateful darker self of my youth...


My saviour, my protector,
Where do you reside now?
Returned to the darkened recesses of my mind.
I still feel your presence,
I still hear your call.
Mournful.
Feeling so forsaken.
A lost friend,
Turned my back on you as if you meant nothing.

Mourn not my friend for you served me well,
A confidant when all was lost.
Strong pillar on which to rest.
Providing strength when there was none.

Your banquet of hate no longer exists,
Sit starving in front of barren table.
You fed upon me for years,
Grew strong through my weakness.
In return you stood gaurd upon my heart,
A symbiotic relationship.
Each requiring the other to live.

And now I turn my back on you,
As if you meant nothing.
I need not your feigned protection,
Nor your hollow salvation.
Remove the blood stained embattlements from my heart,
Allowing safe passage for the one.

Open.
To feel.
To hurt.
To cry.
Perhaps to find joy.

But that is solely my decision.
You are now a virus, a spreading infection.
Eradicate before you trans-mutate.
For love shall become my injection.


...capped off with something I wrote a few years ago, when I was doing well...but someone I saw wasn't...hope they are now...


STREETLIGHT GLOW


A soft rain drifts slowly down,
Illuminated by the street lights glow.
I can see your figure standing there,
Remaining hidden within the shadows.
Another John quickly passes,
And you miss a possible sale.
But quickly you approach the next,
And proceed to tell your tale.
You say you'll do anything for him,
"...anything" you repeat again.
He reaches into his pocket, takes out his wallet,
As you grab him by the hand.
You lead him down an alley way,
As people walk on by.
A few minutes later I see him leave,
You return to your shadows and cry.

I sit across in this flashy bar,
Where the rich, they come to play.
I paid ten bucks for this drink,
Listened to corporates prattle away.
They talk about they latest yacht,
Or the Benz they're about to buy.
And all the while you stand outside,
Hidden in shadows, you cry.
I sit surrounded by countless money,
The airs thick with dollar bills.
And the young exec over in the far corner,
Just paid 500 for designer pills.

Yet no more than 10 metres away,
You're selling your very soul.
And those in this bar are oblivious,
That you're living your private hell.
I put down my glass and count my cash,
Unable to drink no more.
I take a last look around the bar,
And walk on out the door.
You see me walking up to you,
You adjust your shiny dress.
Put on a fake smile and bat your eyes,
Run a finger down your chest.
I reach into my pocket, take out my wallet,
You ask me what I'd like.
I press almost a grand into your hand,
Then walk away into the night.

I went back to that bar the other day,
To get myself a drink.
You weren't there, standing in your shadows,
As I sat, I began to think.
That maybe my gift, it helped you out,
Gave you what you need.
Or perhaps you're just selling yourself,
On some other city street.
I'd like to believe that you're not,
That you have a job, are doing well.
I'd like to believe that you have a life,
No longer living in your private hell.
Or maybe a house, at home with child,
And a husband who loves you so.
Hopefully happiness has replaced those tears,
I saw in the street lights glow.

i like all these poems, for the most part

[Edited on 27-12-2003 by pineappleupsidedown]

Alien You are a legend! There is some very good stuff here!

Should I keep my poems in here rather than in seperate threads?

Heres another one

Flood Red

Enriched with the blood of young men
these shifting soils cannot be claimed
now for granted once furiously fought for
flooded with the entrails of adolescence
distant lands damned
with the tears of mothers and lovers
A steady rain of shredded shearer�s
greeting mud sucked farmers
with the wail of last goodbyes
How can you stay here
to disturb narrow furrows
once crawled into animal like by scared young men
Living is hard here
This is a difficult land
bought with the priceless cost of a generation


Copyright 2003 Chris Gee

[Edited on 9-12-2003 by Bagoose]

3, 7, 11
Red, Yellow, Blue
Circle, Triangle, Square
Tinman, Scarecrow, Cowardly Lion

Hello People,

Just been taking a little bit of leave, from the site and from work...hope the Festive Season brought many smiles and good times to be remembered and help you through the darker ones...

Thank you to those who have added their words here...enjoyed, and appreciated.

Heres a couple to reanimate this thread, though perhaps the theme of them will merely cause the thread to look for a suitable noose:

FLAYED

Soaked is the sand I kneel upon,
Drenched deep with the blood of memories,
Of fragilities and intimacies,
Wild waves they curdle on.

Chest open, flesh flayed for my emotion,
Hands tremble as fantasies disassemble,
Fleeting faces fade into haze of time,
Deep abyss of loneliness fashioned and forever mine.

Choose not I who falls for smiles,
Their choice their heart to give is free,
Yet notice not shall I their womanly wiles,
Insignificant deliverance their body to me.

Offer but moments of madness lost in lust,
Need not the drive to writhe �neath silken skies,
Breath burns �pon shoulder yet quickly turns colder,
Once realised you relished a lie.

Subtract attraction from the equation,
Remnants more real to repel the persuasion,
Naught pain remains for naught pain exists,
Yet she still scorched my skin with a single kiss.

Wind it mocks me as it forces my form,
Drained of all that has held me firm,
Sleep is inviting but failure fighting,
Awake I shall wait till dawns a new morn.


...and this....


ACT V: SCENE III

What can I say to help your eyes see,
What can I do to help set you free,
I watch you cry and I hold you tight,
I try my best to make it all right,
But its a losing game we're playing now,
The orchestra quit playing long ago.

We are but actors in this play of hearts,
Though the scene has ended we retain our parts,
We can bow all we want without realisation,
Theres no curtain call, no standing ovation,
No flowers at feet from adoring crowds,
We stand on this stage as the house lights die out.

The props of our lives are just a facade,
Painted thin timber or cut out from card,
One push and the illusion will flex and fall,
Yet you marvel at them and proclaim they are real,
Do you not see what I do right now,
That the orchestra quit playing long ago.

The makeup applied can not mask the truth,
The costumes we wear no longer have use,
The script that we read from is now a blank page,
The Tradegy unfolded as it has age after age,
Many others have played it and many more will no doubt
Yet we still stand on this stage as the house lights die out.



Peace,
ALIEN

...revival...and what better way than with a poem recently written called Rebirth:


REBIRTH


Her words wet my weathered heart like soothing Summer rain
Spurring stirring rebirth upon once were barren plains
Wind-swept were they each day by a pained and tortured past
Words my ears had previously heard though they never seemed to last

Yet her words they are different for her words they have stayed
Softly they flow through me their true purity displayed
With her I find the safety to share all of which I must
Within her find the freedom to place so firmly all my trust

I know she would never judge me nor me would she forsake
And my heavily held burdens I am certain she would take
Remove them all off of me and offer me long sought rest
Comfort me and love me like a newborn baby held to chest

She is the forgiveness that I've sought she is my absolution
She shows to me I can be free to find some resolution
Boundless is her bountiful heart in which I now reside
Walked with me and talked with me and alongside she has cried

She knows who I truly am she connects with my very soul
And I know that within her arms I'll never ever grow cold
She is my pathway to inner peace and with her I have grown
So surely now do I sense I'll never be alone

And all this bliss she offers me I mirror back to her
She will be loved she will be safe she will be alone no more
No matter what may happen or however Fate creates its verse
There will always be a part of me that is forever hers


Peace,
ALIEN

that was absolutely beautiful

I enjoyed purusing through your collection of poetry.

Wow there alll really great poems.

i kinda like to write some myself though there are not very good and a quite basic....
But it helps me express my feelings on things..

heres one of mine...keep in mind though im not very good at this....




HUSH LITTLE ONE

SHE STANDS ALONE,
WATCHES THE WORLD GO BY ,
SHE FEELS THE PAIN,
BUT NO TEARS SHE HAS LEFT TO CRY.

HER WORLDS FULL OF HUNGER,
BUT SHE DOSE NOT COMPLAIN ,
SHE JUST CURLS UP IN THE CORNER,
AND WHISPERS HER MOTHERS NAME.

HUSH LITTLE ONE,
HER MOTHER WOULD SAY,
I LIVE FOR THE HOPE OF A BETTER DAY,
WERE FOOD IS OF PLENTY,
AND WATER IS FRESH,
ONE DAY LITTLE ONE YOUR PAIN WILL BE LESS.

BUT HER MOTHER IS GONE,
AND THE WISPERS DISAPEAR,
THIS LITTLE ONES WORLD,
IS NOW ONE OF FEAR.

SHE WALKS THE STREETS,
AT THE AGE OF FIVE,
ANOTHER DAY OVER,
ONE MORE DAY TO SURVIVE.

rockin shtuff, ill throw some thin out here...

NONFICTION

so im sitting here in english class...
...pretending to pay attention to the analysis of a piece of nonfiction.

nonfiction?

and the stephen dedalus inside of me begins to grow...

i could say my name is art and im living in an artificial arc with only one of each animal, slowly dying off unless i swallow the rain and breathe the sun.

i could say my fingers were dipped in strawberry oceans and my hands coated in a teenage fantasy that i will

never

awake from; or that my arm has been gleefully slashed by curbside creativity foundin fields of dreamers dreaming, lovers loving, and imaginations accelerating throught ime to make the most of what we have, and steal back what has been taken from us...

and it would all be true.

so i have sung you a picture and painted you a song of an elaborate hyperbole of a fictional character in a world too abstract to actually exist inside of a classroom at arundown school in a small but spread out town...atown thats in between tomorrow and yesterday, but still isnt living in the present.

but thisis no fairy tale..this is life beyond logic and reason that cannot be inferior simply because of the connotations of "emotion."

this is the past and the future
within this moment.

i am no storyteller, i am my writing, and this is nonfiction.

*

well crap that wasnt really poetry but who gives a damn

[Edited on 2-22-04 by Scat]

fate is not your friend.
fate is the enemy, a stinging anenome brutally killing all of the could-be's in your life full of maybe's in this world full of if/then actions, its just a distraction used by wannabe's full of hypocrisy who really just need an excuse to tie the noose around their failures and falcities, hoping that once the body decays only their successes will sway in the cold bitter wind, believing the truth will bend but learning ever so slowly that time has no end, though they treat life like a piece of pie on which they can binge and purge whenever they feel the urge to strike a light, come what might, theyll always come crawling back to their lust for aphrodite, because hey, why try when theres a red light hot line at th tip of your sigh just waiting for you to love...
well f*ck that, quit sitting on your a*s and change your
so-called fate because it is not your friend, start living without the lynching and the bends.

GRAPHIC VIOLENCE ISNT JUST ON THE TV



writers block.
#ing writers block. you just never know when it will stealthily creep into your home, slitting the wrists of reverent bliss and unwavering comprehension of every dimension lived and unlived in a former worker of the social disorder labeled :

"normal"

this informal syntax is more complex than you might imagine- a rhyme scheme that follows no patterns and no rules ; quit reading between them, THERE ARE NO LINES

this is

t
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anarchy at its :prime: the time has dawned, the sun has risen on my lyrical rythm which

stops.

and.

STARTS before you even knew we were going moving

f a l l i n g

flying

DICTION is everything,
and nothing
because if you elevate loathe from hate you must separate that "full of love" and "lovely" mean TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS you must feel, then write, then write as sincere as you can + life pours from your pen with sweat tears and then DAMN this feels good THIS IS ART as it should- a chaotic cohesion of all we could be * all we WILL be :WRITERS: today and tomorrow through happiness and sorrow i have a reason...
whatever the season writers block knocks at my door it can only aid, for these wrists it slits bleed

truth

and

ink

on every. empty. page.
***


i think i killed this forum

[Edited on 2-22-04 by Scat]

Hi worldwatcher...glad you gained some enjoyment from the words shared here...feel free to share any of your own...

Hi asala...wow...that was powerful. Not good at this? Ahhh...think someone is too humble...as that was an amazing poem. Have 'Applauded' you...its all I have to show appreciation, so, have 250 bonus points.

Hi Scat...another one who is too humble. Totally enjoyed reading that. Thank You. Also given you an 'Applaud' and thus 250 bonus points.

for people who get really really turned on when people give them a certain look...you know what i mean you horny kids...

*

that look should be illegal,
that stare should be off bounds
because your eyes are scorching through my heart, setting off fires in the dark and in the

rain;

it makes me shake from the bones to the skin that im screaming for you to touch,

for your love to wrap around me and carry me through the storm and into your room, where ill most likely start picking bumps off the cieling
because im trying to pretend that you dont drive me mad ...
or that you're the best ive ever had and ever will have;

could. have. we. should have never introduced those streets to our feet as we're walking away...

further. further. further,

until, of course, we run back- crash back into the floor; as that red light keeps burning, my head keeps turning over you.

and when you lift your eyes i die inside- even though im actually more alive than i was yesterday or one week from now...

because the curtains fell and the lights have gone out, but no matter, because that look should be illegal and

im ready to be outlawed now.

...wooooo....liking it!

Great stuff

im having toomuch fun with this....heres some short stuff thats not really poetry at all.....
*
those who fear
temptation
will rid their lives of it.
those who do not
will walk beside it
and take its hand.
*

this is me,
*alone*
on a friday night,
getting drunk.
well,
trying
to get drunk without success.

this is me,
*with you*
on a friday night,
on somebody's bathroom floor
falling in love.
and
not even having to try.
*

NO MAIL ON SUNDAY

i forgot to write to you today.
i lost all of the stamps.
i missed the mailman by 3 minutes.

and then i realized
that theres no mail on sunday
and you're lying in my arms.
*

THE AMERICAN DREAM

i was born in surreal thoughts
and raised in flat concrete fields.
educated by children of lost dreams
and disowned by adults of a different one.

So, without any further adue, the first thing I would like to do after returning is to put out some poetry I have been writing lately, here goes

Dear You

Dear You,

It has been so long, and I think of you often,
Since The last time I saw you was in that wooden coffin.
Without you I am lost, lonely, and cold.
Now I am sorry, for my anger I could not withhold.

That one night, I made one mistake,
Now I am sad, for that night I cannot unmake.
I sit wondering, what if I had not gone insane,
If I could have stopped myself, you may be here to remain,
You would still be here, in this eternal struggle,
Yet it would have been easier, if I just had you here to snuggle.

I sit here and cry, inside and out,
Not just over you, but because something is in drought.
My soul; used to be so gentle and caring,
But now my soul is in pain, and there is just no comparing,
As to what pain I feel, and the pain that I am wearing,
Right out here upon my face, which is so undoubtedly declaring,
All the pain I feel in my chest, heart, and very blood.
It is as if my very soul has been dragged through the mud.

I feel no point in living any longer,
And this urge to die is just getting stronger.
Stronger it gets, this deepening urge,
And maybe soon our souls may merge.
Before this knife I have a request,
For I wish none at my funeral will be depressed.
For this gloomy deed I need no assistance,
I have lived a good life; I have gone the distance.

Yet before I leave, I have another request,
And that is to be by my Father blessed.
Now to this deed I have no resistance,
For now I leave, to be with my love,
In peaceful coexistence.

Sincerely,
Me

Now, getting back to my religious roots, heres one about dying and Heaven

When It Ends

When it ends, it is nothing to fear,
It may seem long, but it draws so near,
For when we go there, and we all leave here,
It does nothing but open a new frontier.
It brings new adventures and just a new place,
Nothing bad; nothing evil; just loved ones to embrace,
That is all, nothing more, nothing less,
It is nothing painful; there is no distress.

Why do we fear it? This thing we call death,
For we have nothing to fear, when we take our last breath,
All we have to fear, are the things in the past,
For this beautiful thing has finally arrived at long last.
For when it happens, you will not feel a thing,
And soon you will be riding, upon an angel�s golden wing.

I have said it before; I will say it again,
It will come, yes it will, there�s no telling when,
So live your life good, and maybe just then,
When you arrive you will have nothing to confess,
Nor anything to say, but just to profess,
The love he gave you, and the love you express,
For when you arrive, the physical world you will transgress,
And you shall pass through and above all distress,
To arrive in a place where love is eternal,
And all souls sore about and are external.

A place where you shall see all your family and friends,
A place that St. Michael and his Army of Angels defends,
And it is arriving, fast and swift, you would be smart, to make your amends,
For this is what happens, when it ends.

I have another, but I can't find it, anyways, there are two of my more recent poems! Feels good to be getting back into the swing of things 'round here..see ATS has gained quite a few new members, great!

-wD

Great stuff WeBDeviL *Applauds*

Loving the flow and feel of both those works...awesome...

Poem I wrote for a close friend:

------------

I feel like these words almost do you disservice
For there is so much I wish to say
While their lowly limitations certainly serve purpose
True meaning could never be conveyed.

True meaning is something sentences can�t hold,
Nor syllables nor vowels nor words
Meaning is more readily relayed soul to soul
So I hope that my message is heard.

The message is not quite one of friendship
For it goes so much deeper than friends
For friendship to me is movement towards kinship
And kinship is ties without end.

I told you before that I�m loyal till death
And even that�s not long enough
For mortal life is measured from breath to each breath
But there is no known timeframe for love.

So�know this�

I will be there to walk with, to talk with and support you
As I know you will be there for me
I�ll hold faith, keep you safe, keep communication true
And this I�ll do happily.

Dear *name omitted* I wish you could think with my mind
Had my eyes to see your true wealth
But for now do not fear I will hold faith till you find
A time when you can hold it in yourself.

And that time it shall come when this battle is won
And you'll find yourself basking in light
For atop every mountain you stand closer to the sun
And if you'll let me, I'll be right there beside.

------------------


Peace,
ALIEN