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Thanks PostGhost.
Yup, it's the site that has the most talented people into the whole Cyberspace. I'm not exagerating. Well maybe just a bit. lol

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"You'll miss me when i'm dead"
The Unhappy Man said
As he shot himself in the head
And he fell on the bed
Blood splattered on the wall
To life he'd given his all
But he found it didn't work
He'd grown tired of being a jerk.

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A song I wrote, influenced by the hateful follies of the Westboro Baptist Church.

Holy Holy
I'm a holy white man
Holy Holy
On my Holy old hands
Holy Holy
Cross is running blood again
Holy Holy
In a nation of sin

Wash my soul in a soothin' river
Wash my ugly sin away
I'll pay and pray you
A whole lotta money
'Cause the Maharishi
Led me down the Devil's alley

Holy Holy hands, let me in
Now I've been washed in guilt
and bathed in sin

Holy father, now give me somethin'
I can feel the demons under my skin
Revive me father, touch my fading spirit
Take me back to the garden of eden
So i can live free again

Holy Holy
That's what I say
Holy Holy
Hear my prayers of the day
Holy Holy
See the signs I made
Holy Holy
Anti-gay parade

I'm a Holy Holy
White Christian man
Right Wing
with a bloody armed hand

How long can Jesus hate the fags
How long can Jesus hate the drags
How long can Jesus hate the soldier
I wanna know wanna know Holy New World Order

(one more time)

Holy Holy
Fat liver hands
Holding me
A Golden sycophant
Holy Holy
Those 'libruls' and media fraud
They call it hatred
But I swear it's the will of God

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Holy Holy shit!!! lol

That's great, loving this.

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Thanks, P! I'm glad you like it. 

Also, I love the poetic extension you just made for my song. lol

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Hahahahaha Couldn't help it. And welcome. smile

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Pallid rose cheeks amist white fog line
Beneath tender floating clouds
Sailing endless mornings across endless skys
While biological life forms in two-legged representations sound the call:
"Good Morning!"
With the eternal now, the sun rises
On a white beam of radiant energy
Appearing in its characteristic dark blood red countenance
The very same primeval light as seen by the Ancients
100,000 years ago
The very same light that was bathed in, worshiped in
Discovered in, made love in and marveled in
By mysterious and fickle short life-spanned passerbys
With ignorance and gratitude and pain and pleasure
and wealth and ilth and solitude and great public displays
Soaked firm in the multitude of Variety
In charismatic forms, lines, shades and the cool colors
of Life in immediate felt experience.

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I like poetry
I'm great at it
As you can tell
From this rhyme

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^^^
Hahaha Yes.

The Creature wrote:

Pallid rose cheeks amist white fog line
Beneath tender floating clouds
Sailing endless mornings across endless skys
While biological life forms in two-legged representations sound the call:
"Good Morning!"
With the eternal now, the sun rises
On a white beam of radiant energy
Appearing in its characteristic dark blood red countenance
The very same primeval light as seen by the Ancients
100,000 years ago
The very same light that was bathed in, worshiped in
Discovered in, made love in and marveled in
By mysterious and fickle short life-spanned passerbys
With ignorance and gratitude and pain and pleasure
and wealth and ilth and solitude and great public displays
Soaked firm in the multitude of Variety
In charismatic forms, lines, shades and the cool colors
of Life in immediate felt experience.

Wow, another very nice one my friend. smile

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LoudLon wrote:

I like poetry
I'm great at it
As you can tell
From this rhyme

Very nice, LoudLon. Let me see if I can write a complimentary piece:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You think this will rhyme
But it ain't gonna


And thanks, Punk!

Last edited by The Creature (2013-07-10 10:14:23)

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^^^
You're welcome.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm in bed
So fuck you
Why shouldn't you lol

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Cosmic Saving Grace
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Whilst struggling blindly in cycles of the Mind's maelstrom
And battered by vulnerable winds of the Self's contempt
Amist intruding psyches of harmful involuntary action
I was lifted by one soothing Angel's voice and touch
And received with admiration and distant likeness
Like the lost soul peering into its found one
Comforted by late evening blessings of cosmologic synchronicity
In one of nature's many glorious forms called Woman
With her saving grace was the essence and presence of alchemical youth
In all its fine wistful glory; bright, young, beautiful, and radiant
Carried by wings and joyful laughs and intellectual clarity!
I smiled Love's smile and with joy thought to my Self
"Oh how in love I am! And how unwise have I instantly become!
Any man knows that He cannot be wise and in love at the same time.
I'm a fool in search of dreams and idealist schemes.
But mark yourself! Hesitate in caution before thy identify me
As a naive child lost in moving, writhing ecstasy
Shifting forms into fantasy, ideas into action,
For I only dream every dreamer's dream
In high hope and in high love, forever in guidance by nature's most tender creature.
The worlds revolutions of democratic peoples and mindful evolution
Inevitably follow suit. The loved fool's insistence in his folly of joy
Is divine wisdom disguised and hindered by doubtful devils.
Love is the answer.

Last edited by The Creature (2013-07-16 10:43:28)

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm schizophrenic
And so am I

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The Creature wrote:

Cosmic Saving Grace
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Whilst struggling blindly in cycles of the Mind's maelstrom
And battered by vulnerable winds of the Self's contempt
Amist intruding psyches of harmful involuntary action
I was lifted by one soothing Angel's voice and touch
And received with admiration and distant likeness
Like the lost soul peering into its found one
Comforted by late evening blessings of cosmologic synchronicity
In one of nature's many glorious forms called Woman
With her saving grace was the essence and presence of alchemical youth
In all its fine wistful glory; bright, young, beautiful, and radiant
Carried by wings and joyful laughs and intellectual clarity!
I smiled Love's smile and with joy thought to my Self
"Oh how in love I am! And how unwise have I instantly become!
Any man knows that He cannot be wise and in love at the same time.
I'm a fool in search of dreams and idealist schemes.
But mark yourself! Hesitate in caution before thy identify me
As a naive child lost in moving, writhing ecstasy
Shifting forms into fantasy, ideas into action,
For I only dream every dreamer's dream
In high hope and in high love, forever in guidance by nature's most tender creature.
The worlds revolutions of democratic peoples and mindful evolution
Inevitably follow suit. The loved fool's insistence in his folly of joy
Is divine wisdom disguised and hindered by doubtful devils.
Love is the answer.

Woah great stuff once again my friend,

And I read it with a Bob Dylan voice. lol

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^ Thank you once again, P. smile
And I'll take that as a compliment! It was certainly Dylan inspired. "You can't be in love and wise at the same time" came from a Dylan interview.

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^^^
You're welcome. And that's probably why I'm not in love and haven't been for 13 years, I'm much more crazy than wise. HAHAHAHA

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without going into details and wishing to bore you all stiff, i haven't been feeling myself of late thoughts wise so it 's therapy time and you know what that means a depressing bit of writing but think of it more as a song.

I can't do this anymore
Pick myself up off the floor, and stand up with a heart so sore
Cos when i hit the ground, there's a bad crunching sound, and i roll all around.
I can't do this , i can't do this anymore

Why do i feel this way?
Why do peope not know what to do or say?
When i tell them how i feel
They have trouble believing that it's real
And i can't take the pain
Feel like i'm always standing in the rain
I can't go through this again
I can't do this, I can't take this anymore

This time is the worst
feel my heart's gonna burst.
Three times i've seen love turn to hate
Don't tell me that it's just fate
Come on death, i can't wait
I can't take this, I won't  make this anymore.

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^^^
Writing is a great way to let your emotions out and you've done it perfectly. That'd make a great song indeed. Joy Division's vocal Ian Curtis that comitted suicide would ne proud of you. lol

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Girl Of My Dreams

If you're reading this then one thing is certain i am dead.
It doesn't matter who or what i was, it's not important at all. I lived a life like most, full of hopes,dreams and disapointments.As i got older i became more disillusioned with this fucking increasingly irritating, frustrating, dangerous world and become something of a recluse. i bought this modest place that you find me in now, overlooking one of the things i do love about this world. The sea. The sea the thing that is guaranteed to make me feel calm and all is right. I love it's look, it's sound,it's mood. It can be angry, vicious,Merciless,and above all mysterious. You think you can imagine all the creatures that live beneath it?
I am going to tell you about something that came out of there that i could only think existed in a dreamand my hope is, it is a dream that now i am sleeping the eternal sleep, it will continue everlasting.
i especially in the evenings liked to look out to sea and one night as i was doing so, i saw somethingthat made me reach for my binoculars. I looked out and could not believemy eyes. It was a woman swimming to shore, almost gliding. She stood up from the water, stepped onto the beach and looked up directly at me, it made me put down my binoculars, feel slightly embarrased and i turned away to do something else.
A few minutes later, there was a tap on the window, i turned and it was her. My god she was beautiful, completely naked with raven dark hair, a sensous mouth, beautiful firm breasts, pale cheeks , but it was the eyes! The eyes were amazing, they seemed to change to different colours, the colours of the sea, blue, green, grey. I couldn't help it i opened the door. She stood there magnificently, a sight to behold and then walked slowly in, never taking those eyes off of me and i felt so so aroused, it's difficult to describe but she wrapped herself round me and proceeded to make love to me in the most beautiful way.Then when finished she smiled slightly and went without a word. I felt exhausted, as the hours passed i felt weak and slept. When i awoke i looked in the mirror and i looked quite pale and a little older. I just wanted to lie down and sleep and i did.
The next evening at the same time, it happened again only this time it was even more beautiful and lasted longer, she was mounted on top of me, putting her head back and making little high pitched shrilling noises, that had a highly erotic effect on me, when i shot my load i never thought it would stop. events were the same after. I reliased  that whatever this was, was sucking the life out of me. Did i care? No! not one bit.
The third evening, the same events as the night before, again more frenzied and a beautiful experience. When i fell asleep i dreamt that i was in her body seeing what she saw in the sea when she was swimming it was all calm and serene. Then she spoke, spoke to me in my mind in a wonderful melodic voice.
"The next time i come to you, will be the last, but you will be with me forever, you will become part of me".
So now here i am , i know it sounds like the rantings of a madman but it is true. I do not understand how or what or why this has happened to me but i do not care. I end this now, she is here tapping at the window, standing there looking in with those wonderful, wondeful eyes..............

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Ships of Fury (song/poem)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up this morning
Wiped tears from my eyes
Grabbed my suitcase and prayed for rain
I left some flowers on the table just the same.
I didn't wanna leave, but I straighten'd my tie
And I embraced the cold wind
blowin' over my mind.

There was no crew, I'm forever the guest
My belongings were my own, there was no chest.
Ships of fury are sailing West
They leave behind the golden best.

Folks at home, folks at sea.
Folks in the country, fellows in the city.
I wish em' best and I love em' all
Even the ones that bruised my face and got me nowhere at all
If they really knew me, they'll know where to call
I left my number on every wall.

My furied temper is leaving friends behind
And lovers so wistful that not a single passage can bind
Their bright memories and fading laughs in kind
With her long smooth legs sitting on top of mine.

Never thought I'd sail so far just to see it end
When the circus would pack its crew
When life would play is route with you
Leaving me standing frozen like life will do
Thinking back to when I was a just baby freshly born and new.

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^^^
Woah. Fantastic!!!

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Effigy

I mined her Beauty
Diamond Dust and Ruby Paste
Gathered at the base of her hips
Reflected off the gleam of her lips
Entombed in Raw Form

Chisel and Hammer foreplay
Breathing in the dust of her flesh
Smooth out the marbled stone
Leaving just enough meat on the bone
Looks good enough to eat

Crack open a cold one
Plaster cast of soft tissue
A heart forged of molten Shale
Encased in a skin so pale
I get my hands dirty

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@thanks again, P. "Ships of Fury" is one of the best I've done, in my opinion.

Just wrote this off the top of my head:

A Eulogy for My Beard
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The beard is holy
The beard is wise
But as they say
Every good beard must die
And in his place
Is the clean shaven face
That is the unholy,
The unwise,
and the more capable of lies.
The whiskers, we must not forget
That in the midst of their hairy flight
Their good philosopher's had stroked them right
But then the whiskers, when their time was nigh
They did fall scattered on the sink with an airy sigh
And there's no shame, fellow beards, no shame to cry.

Last edited by The Creature (2013-10-26 01:30:31)

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^^^
That's another very nice one.

To which I must add:

No beard is long it just grows, endlessly
Cutting it is just crazy
Because they're lovely
Especially when they become creepy... lol

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^ I like and agree with your above edition of the eulogy. Long live the beard!
I've still got mine. Though it's not what I'd call full grown...it's a proto-beard.