well cuz akina was latched onto my arm i've decided to share some stuff with you all... Most of my poetry i don't share with people in general ... and this one is top of that list ... i think there are only 2-3 people who's seen this ... unlike my prior works which i almost published ...


Eternal cravings



Little boy can not breath,

frigid to all hopes and dreams,

craves a poison, oh so slow,

tease Gabriel for evermore.



Lost sight of a world gone blind,

craving touch of human kind,

tormented by a lost pursuit,

broken by a blade, oh so fine.



Cupids’ loaded bow `n arrow,

there might not be a morrow,

resuscitate this patient from fires of hell,

shift your shapes from fin to ring.



Little feather falling so,

wind playing games from head to toe,

little boy, old man, not yet born,

rock the grave, the cradle will fall.



Macabre massacre or pacific flight,

arrow rising high with might,

“little boy please don’t cry”,

dues are paid for this sigh.



A yellow poison in the air,

fill my lungs with despair,

prophetic writings on a wall,

there is no light break the door.



Dated: January 30th, 2005 (0500 hrs)

wow that is really good really good

Thanx :)

Thats some real nice poetry. I never thought you were into poetry.

hehe thanx man ... i nearly had a book published a few years ago ... but this one is one of my all time favourites. The other stuff tends to be more morbid... however. Here is something that i guess is the least morbid work i've written to date.

Sin

Being sucked into this vortex,
of horizon less domain,
I have sinned all I could,
for my innocence was at stake.

Feeling the ground beneath my feet,
I perceive the ground shake,
I realize that my vice,
shall forever be unchanged.

I am truly at fault here,
for I have done more then they may,
I loved you more then I should've,
and your sinner I shall remain.

Dated: 21st Dec 2000 (01:23 hrs)

Thats like another masterpiece but I prefer morbid and political poems/lyrics so it would be nice to read some of your more morbid poetry.

hmm i can't seem to be able to find a digital copy of something you might be interested in... so fine i'll type this one for you ...

Back in the day when i was in A'levels i recited this one at a british council Poetry Palladium. I got a standing ovation from the crowd for it, (there was only one during the whole contest) but due to the nature of its topic, i didn't win :P the winner was a poem about a Venus Flytrap xD I did get followed home that day anyways ...

Life of Deceit

Believing myth and legend,
and tales of bravery,
going along this twisted road,
they live a life of deceit.

Everyday i look at the stars,
and dream what life could be,
for only you can free me,
as i live a life of deciet.

I hold on to scarred dreams,
and broken pieces of glass,
I have seen much torture and hatred,
gifted by the life of deciet.

Such innocent lost by man,
in his pursuit of power,
increasing as the sand flows,
he lives the life of deceit.

I know not how to listen to them,
when i know even lovers lie,
I shall nod at ever word they say,
Ay, decieving the life of deceit.

Deep within these passionate lies,
do i see the glory of truth,
Men preaching about honesty,
Living the life of deceit.

Dated: 20th Dec 2000 (0056 Hrs)

Thats some good poetry you got going there man. I'm no poet, I even got low grades in my english class when I had to do poetry.

That one was good too.

thanx guys ... i'll post some more stuff laters

I will be waiting for it :)

Not bad noob not bad.I thought all u know is to kick ppl in the crotch

Tombstone

Standing at this graveside,
Hollow and inept shadows walking past,
Cogitating the good times blinked away,
a consolation for the dead.

His life was intrepid,
he cried tears of solitude,
a pledge to survive, LUST,
another addled body bites the dust.

Tales of learning cryptic,
a macabre end so pacific,
a notice of eviction desolates,
his life without a soul.

He took love for granted,
a life without a cause,
running from the darkness,
he fell time and again.

No door left open by God,
His wrath will truncate a heart,
this soul lay where it came from,
A tombstone with my name.


Dated:- 13th Dec 2001 (2312 Hrs)

Not as morbid as my usual writings i actually wrote this for a friend who needed some hope ... Personally never liked this one but it got published in a few things cuz well, its less morbid =\

Endless Pursuit

Walking down this road,
Looking through the crowd,
I search the faces,
For one that is my own.

Time and again,
Broken hearts crumble,
Searching through the rubble,
For pieces that are my own.

Stepping on dust,
Broken dreams pile,
Searching the debris,
For dreams that are my own.

Swimming in a river,
Of tears wept by man,
Looking at every drop,
For the ones that are my own.

Walking with the face,
With the pieces in my hand,
Dreams in my mind,
And tears in eyes,
I’ll look through the mountains of happiness,
For some that might be my own.

Dated:- 29th September 2001 (1820hrs)

Another one of my writings, thought i'd share .. never really understood this work of mine myself, but meh ... and well, there are 4 parts to this one... each part while linked to the others, just doesn't make logical sence if Recited in individuality.

Untitled

Part I

Moments of a sleepless night,
Where tales of sin begin,
A loner walks amongst the clouds,
The fall of a survivor must begin.

Moments of a sleepless night,
When the clouds being to thunder,
Lonesome litter losing might,
A Lovesick boy loses slumber.

Wondrous tales of sin begin,
Come dance in the moonlit sky,
Passions running ablaze within,
Angels never did fly.

Part II
A loner walks amongst the stars,
Seeks guidance from lonely mars,
Venus turns around and says
The big bang took it all away

This dark night I will not stand
From deep within I slowly break
With the blessing I was enthroned
See my own fall under the moon

Ocean slowly starts to rumble
It feels the blade I have walked under
The blessed knew where to go
And yet again he watched the blow

A passion, a love, the truest desire,
The want, the need, the eternal fire,
the moment, the truth, the pain so dire,
the faint, the weakened, the death of sire.

Part III
you cursed yourself you wreched soul
now come burn in the fire
you lost hope when you needed it most
you still craved when I gave you more

you will burn you will fall
till your death you will live no more
you lost the feeling within your palm
you lost the speech to keep you calm

you stood there and died that day
you reek of madness with your shrewd desire
the time has come to burn this day
the time has come to fall again
your body was built to last no longer
your soul will now suffer in pain

Part IV
I shred my skin for your smile
I gnawed at my paw and tried
I tore open my soul for you to take
And here I stand with it all again ……

This love I can’t let go
This pain will guide my path
Regardless of where I die ..
Know that I will die only to break your fall...

Dated:
Part I don't know, a few years before the other 2 parts.
the rest of the parts were written and completed on 7:45 29th October 06

^.^ hehe awsome so cool

Another poetic masterpiece

I think I will cut and paste your poem Xss... going to send it to all of my exes and let them know how I feel ... hehehee especially this part...

This love I can’t let go
This pain will guide my path
Regardless of where I die ..
Know that I will die only to break your fall...

thanx guys ... psst: 2-3 more poems (new) on the previous page ..

Post more Xss, so I can cut and paste in Word for future references

Thought i'd let you know .. i changed the names for Eternal Cravings ... it is now called ... HOPE ... seems that is more appropriate a name for thats what it really is talking about ...

Untitled, Page 1, is now known as Finality ...

Cant you put up some more... morbid poetry kicks @rse.

Whoa, its not only me whos into poetry, good stuff X, i havent written in a while and most of my stuff is on my myspace blog, maybe ill take it up again.

nice poetry Xs
here is some poetry of my own

Stick Boy and Match Girl

Sitck boy liked Match girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
He thought she was hot!

But could a flame ever burn
For a match and a stick?
It did, and quite literally...
He burned up pretty quick!

What you think?

sweet :)

hmmm ... its funny ...

I wrote this one years ago ... but it more then aptly describes where i stand today ...

Fight Against Fate

Standing on a crossroad,
choosing this path to hell,
heaven was filled with joy,
but love awaited elsewhere.

Crossing boundaries of imagination,
most ingenious machinations mundane,
with an incantation of love,
he's creating utopia.

Like a predator following prey,
fate with a touch of irony,
his congenital fears of losing love,
palpitate like a stabbed spear.

Running through this labyrinth of life,
pursuing an evanescent light,
a perfidious élan vital drawing on,
he can see a macabre end.

She's captivated by his virility,
expurgating his spirit of iniquity,
this evildoer turning saint,
or Will Kismet shackle this amour?


The Loner
Dated:- 10th Dec 2001 (0120Hrs)

and this one is what i've written after years of not writing anything ...

two years to be precise ... its the most recent of my works ... and i wrote it in response to a mail i had received from a friend ... i don't really know what to title it ... so i've gone with the current one as it seems the most befitting ... the first 3 parts were written in the middle of paragraphs of the email response ... there on in .. the last 5 stanzas are in one flow ... and its the last 5 stanzas i really like ... the first 3 parts .. not so much ...

Play the game, Shift the blame

they say i judge people,
they say i form opinions,
i say go look in the mirror,
you'll see you've been judgeing me all along....
--------------------
i'm sick of guilt trips,
i'm sick of submitting,
i'm sick of constantly shutting up,
i'm sick of the of the things that hurt me ...
--------------------------
just cuz i don't bitch,
doesn't mean they are innocent.

just cuz i don't speak,
doesn't mean i can't talk.

just cuz i pretend i don't know,
doesn't mean i don't listen ...
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its sad no one looks down their own shirt,
its sad we always choose to shift the blame,
such is the monotony of life,
such is the curse of humanity,

you claim you are a martyr,
you claim i'm ungrateful,
you lay your claim on the blowing wind,
and here i stand waiting for a breeze again ...

you think you know me,
you think you care,
with a void of belief you think you can shield me,
with a moment of truth you think you can see me,

such is the monotony of life,
such is the curse of fate,
little hopes and dreams lay broken,
shards of glass with my name,

the intrepid sat beneath the window,
the window that held the flame,
a flame to show the path to the vagrant,
and you danced outside for rain.

The Loner
Dated: 22:27hrs, 5th August 2008

niceeeeee...