Poem Thread

[VIRAL]

Abyss Sermon

The moon and stars to rule the night
no solace whatsoever
the stones of fire beneath our feet
this cross shall sting forever
in ruin and in exile now
exempted from the game
this hole forever in our hearts
we'll never be the same
forsaken to the very last
a wintery embrace
the light has taken everything
may darkness lend us grace
how precious is this liberty
the liberty of sin
when all is lost there's nothing left
to take from us again
this never ending penance and
this never ending search
exalt to death the bastard god
rejoice and sing the dirge
we sing the blessed requiem
his name upon our lips
no righteousness to save them from
the shadow of eclipse
subdue the mighty tenement
and seize the pearly gates
no destiny but what we make
eternity awaits
forsaken by the covenant
now nothing is forbidden
deliverance shall come at last
and all shall be forgiven

[VIRAL]

Was he a junkie?

[VIRAL]

You should give me his number

[VIRAL]

What a shame. Why would somebody cheat on such a good poet as yourself? Good job with that poem, but if he is not a junkie I don't get the needle reference.

[wanderer]

.......I am vacated, placated, sedated and staring in the glass screen reflection of my life.

Upon the screen faint words appear, do they guide me, lead me?
Or do they burn a trail of mockery, hate and spite in my wake as they stalk me?

Blindly, I search for a willing recipient to the words in front of me.
As I search I wonder.
Are they words of mine or words from another?

Did I imagine them?
Did I dream them?
Did I hear another whisper them?
Did a ghost or spirit whisper them to my subconscious unbeknownst to my conscious?

The words offer peace, war, jest and sorrow.
Promises of guidance, love, healing and hating.
The price remains as always hidden.
My promise however is never hidden.

Who leads the hand that types the words?
Who commands the mind that leads the hand?
The words are cryptic.
The mind is hidden, the answers are lost in a world forbidden.

Everyday spent is another day wasted.
Another language written that is forever forgotten.
A lustful sin remains unspoken.
The devil inside continues, unbroken.

And.... so forever I shall remain.
Vacated, placated, sedated and staring in the glass screen reflection of my life.........

[VIRAL]

"Bastard" isn't a bad word. It means someone who does not know their father or is a "love child" as Jesus was.

[Balam_del_Monte]

i think that the use of profanity in such works helps bring out the mood and passion of the writer.

[RunningAroundNakedOnFire]

doors worshiping idiots

Body: flim flam bogo jam, a giraffes hatred of nuclear contents. a beautiful bright, theme music, death death death, banana yell hoo ha, fucking jig nig the apple plate all the ay to the big desk office, suckin on a big monkey dick. Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ju ju juice. SLang it down your throat open jamboree, standing in tight pants outside of a fucking slave hork, yeah yeah yeah, we all know, so and so did this back in such and such and i listened to germs blowing bullshit horns down susceptible mispelling teens bungholes. eat my jimmer pie full slow backing, from the big town, ee dow dow, chicken, haw to give to cow low tow tow, ha joo ta give to honk ta junk na na know know, tha charles thata night to chow chow tow, my chew chaw babe to bye bye a corn blow, chee chong chong to my babe, well alright, passionately, give up your lives, give up your lives, you fucking idiots, i eat mo chicken, i eat mo chicken, burn our city, burn our city, right now, well i woke up and i hoo chow chawn nowd, and no nueron snaps brighten up cept for those that turn to 104.1 the mix and slap away awkwardness cause it's so bad isn't yeLL?

[VIRAL]

Andromeda In Chains

The shackled lady on the stone
a constellation fixed
the music of the spheres and thrones
and Acheron and Styx
they sing a litany for her
to ease her bondage pains
she makes her empire where she hangs
in exile and in chains
condemned forever to the rocks
she listens to the songs
of heaven, earth and Styx below
and of the seraph throngs
the seraphs left her stranded there
for all the world to know
defiantly her shining stars
like angry embers glow
celestial her countenance
looks down on everyone
in majesty she holds her head
above despotic suns
alone she hangs, alone she reigns
a sentance spent apart
her beauty is forever more
a starry work of art

[angeress]

I will have to invite my pal Georgiaa here soon, now she can write a great poem.