Poetic Corner (for the Artist in us) (Page 10 of 12)

Scabs & Flowers

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Flower unfolds in skin

Sick fragrences, however subtle

Yellow and rotten

Alive and deadly

Quick to devour

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Reeking of sin

Hurting and bruised

the root a vein

Fully conscious & waiting patiently

Repulsive to the true self

but alluring to the inexperienced and unwise

It brings forth a temptation

and a sickness

Now let me touch..

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The scab awakens

Agitated

Sheds yellow shavings

like foul leaves not of the Earth

Blood is all over my hands

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In my hurried, red reflection

I catch the mirror of guilt

Innocense is lost & I feel ashamed

the gods frown down

I worry as Hell awaits

Morality in question, disease of adolesence

The flower devours

Beauty is carded & devoided

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Skin flower secretes black liquid

Makes me intoxicated inside a death realm

It paralyzes its self with centuries-old discipline

Waits for a shy and unsure prey

Takes him from the crowd only to punish him

The child does not survive.

Tombstones, knives, cries and candles

Sacred Skin-flower smiles in the dirt

Earth-Worms scream

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A cocky arrogance of sudden inspiration arises

Anger succeeds me

I have gained the knowledge of my power

and I eat the skin-flower.

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The vision frighteing, but the fear gone

Shamans had sung the right song

Incaro of dreams, the light I have seen

They call it 'Scab & flower'.

Dear Stranger,
I see you look at me with searching eyes,
My scars, you think, tell you all you need to know
About me, about my life
But they aren’t, they don’t tell you half my story.
They don’t tell you my favorite color is blue or that my favorite animal is a penguin
Please understand these lines aren’t there to tell you who I am, my favorite song
Or that I write music lyrics in margins
They tell you I struggle and I hurt but they don’t tell you im a writer or love to sing
I’m sure you don’t mean anything by it
But believe me when I say
They won’t tell you how when I love I do so with my whole heart or that I love sunsets more than the sun rise
I can feel your pity, sorrow and curiosity and it cuts deeper than the blade I took to my wrist
So don’t ask your questions
Don’t believe the lies
Don’t try to read between my white lines

An Ode To Merrick
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I stand here before this gross sea of specters
Right amongst the mad dog faces, the hump backs,
& the most miniture of human beings.
Fat mouths gape, pupils widen
The faces dent in like melting plasticine
Suits wrinkle and become puddles of cloth

The grey clouds of a peculiar melancholy gather
Rains of guilt crash down
My tears blend in.
I only wish I were the circus clown.

The sea of unblinking eyes and stupified minds
disappear behind the closed curtain.
Phase into Act III.
My sensory organs are clogged with pitty & desperation
I live the life of a poet without a language,
Or a killer without the means.
I am the child scraping his dead dog off the side of a road
I'm the weeping mother embracing her suffocated infant.

I was born the son of a godess
But I,
I am not of that beauty.
I am inhuman, I am indifferent.
I am a Creature.

The fingers that point in the presence of my doom
The smoke rings that encircle my fate
The cries that confirm my hiddeous countenance
I raise my blocky hands into the sky and I pray
For a savior or a quick death.
Release me from these chains, from this cold whip
From the spectators of death,
& this absurd playground of freak theature

The knees weak, they crumble
The head too heavy, it drops to my chest
Be me father, my consolation, or so be it my crucifixion.
As my confession states,
You've all been decieved by a moniker of illusion
I am not an elephant man
I am not indifferent
I am a human being, My name is Joseph Merrick!
I am a human being.

The stubby faces of cruelty look upwards and onwards
Their mouths of fear morph into a body of suicide laughter
Top hats spin, canes drop, eyes shrink back into bleak sockets
They point the fingers at themselves.

They shreik at the repugnancy of their own shattered images
Egos exposed, their souls too far away for reconciliation
This life force is a conscious, rampant disease
And it is not me.

Specters of fear jump ship
Become slaves and choose the whip.
Alcohol gargles within livers,
& blood begins to boil.
Their green lizard insides smell like a collection dead, unloved animals
Backs twist, lips curve, heads inflate, feet bend backwards.

These are the true freaks.
These are the elephant men.
But I,
I am a human being.
& my name is Joseph Merrick

^ Hehehe, I like that, kXnPunk, it sounds like it would make a great punk song!

That's right on, Punk. Is that you playing/singing (as I thought the lyrics were one of your own)?
Oh, and I am subbed to you on YouTube, by the way.

Last edited by The Creature (2012-12-28 13:21:52)

Cool beans, Punk. I'll have to check out a couple more of the tracks you have posted on your channel, you've got me curious now.

Song lyrics from 1997
Band name was Home Made

Champs De Rêves [Fields Of Dreams]

I see and open myself
Those are the emotions I discover
In my music, some images
And at back some colors
I discover them and I get emotions
And those images come from my thoughts

In my fields of dreams
I see myself
In my fields of dreams
I discover myself

I see myself sad I'm happy
I can't see clear in my darkness and my lightness
May them be confused or clear
Those are the emotions of my heart

I see myself sad I'm happy
I can't see clear in my darkness and my lightness
May them be confused or clear
Those are the emotions of my heart of my heart of my heart of my heart of my heart...

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Empty Place

Walking, walking in an empty place
Feeling I'm all alone
I'm lost in images
I'm lost and all aloooooooone

Memories are blinding me there's nothing else around
Is there a way out
Is there some way out
Is there some way out
Is there a way out
Is there a way out

Memories, memories, memories.............................

It's dark and cold
My bones are shaking
Then suddenly Woah
A warm flame comes

Like a dream inside this place
Like a candle in a lightless spot
Like a flash light straight on my face
Like your breath on my neck
Oooooohhh

So true.
But so are they rather than I am, you're schizophrenic.

^^
I was going to write something silly and funny.  I'll save it for another day, because I won't impede on the quality you wrote.

It's 3 o'clock and they come back home.
Of course...
They've been around since midnight and 3 hours is enough.
To splatter sleeping city tax payers with Evilness.
And home is everywhere.

They are flying so fast that I better be well aware.

Senses working to their fullest.

No use trying to hide. Prepare for what's coming.
Mind is fully smoking.

And a frightening laugh is blasted out in the silent night.

In which smoky clouds drag you away from reality if they may.
And the pain just make you pray to what entity you cannot say.
It's time to save the day, gotta wait 'til darkness goes away. Hey.

Stop fear, you have to input in your mnd but your heart just have to say, bim boom bim boom faster until later, when the creatures run out of here. So no nothing to fear.

The frightening laugh I can still hear...

Last edited by kXnPunk (2013-01-12 04:35:49)

stands up and claps! very good Bryan
errr..... just came back to check i wrote claps ...... yeah!  ok....

Last edited by wolfman1959 (2013-01-12 04:59:10)

Thanks guys.  Sometimes an idea pops into my head.  Then I go to sleep for 13.4 months, .