This is a translation of a German poem that I found online. I was originally going to use a Spanish poem, but since I know the language I kept translating the words with realizing it (Italian has similar words so I was doing the same thing). I needed a language that was not a romance language. I don't think my poem makes sense, but I'd love to know what everyone thinks!
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Here's the link to the original Professor!
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Summer's Gang
Get us, my heart and such finds
In these leaving solstices
And divine Gates of Heaven
Show and hear shouting parting here
And sigh, we see here and under
Such how guests much inhabit
The bomb descends hollow land
That burn’s reach bedecked seen in stars
My I agree inside
Narcissism and the tale inside
The heathen such feel sooner and
Then sold all sides
The hurt swings such in the puff
That thrown in flew us seeing close-up
And match such in the water
The hobbling hate night enthralled
He’s got a full spite in here, shout!
Burn, who else tells and falters!
The luck hurts here failing us
Her torch is taut, and seems haunted by us
That stalking spites the jungle
Her spell hurts, that leeches right
It’s from a comet and seems hot
In hindsight, that’s repugnant
The underscene’s been in charge
Switch him and her, such here and there
In idle onyx’s peace
This sullen swine stops, stalks fast
Giving lavish new laughs
In seeing this bawling life
Their reason watched my guilt
Drown in jousting in hung and fault
And run the globe up
That, their so over fussy but
It means no meddling truly began
That means a chilling good night
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Class assignment (not workshop)
Samuel Iam
My name is Sam. I recently discovered a delicious dish. I knew I had to share it with my good friend. I arrived at Goldman Sachs eager to tell my cube mate all about this amazing dish. We work in investment banking and he always seems to be a bit overwhelmed. I know this dish would put him in higher spirits. I walked in and asked “Do you like green eggs and ham?”
With that suggestion my good friend decided to give green eggs and ham a try
He continued “And I would eat them on my boat. And I would eat them with some goat.
And I will eat them in the rain. And in the dark. And on a train. And in a car. And in a tree. They are so good, so good, you see! So I will eat them in a box. And I will eat them with a fox. And I will eat them in a house. And I will eat them with a mouse. And I will eat them here and there. Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE! I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you Sam-I-am!”
Monday, September 29, 2008
This is My Babel Fish Assignment.
I wrote a very short piece about the time every year where you can first "feel" it is spring. This is the translated one.
It is the smell. Incurious what the recognized first day of spring is, it is really that beginning of new season until [otoy] you can smell him. When you enter in your house or your car and strikes to you, the smell. It cannot be described, but you I guarantee if you walk always on a accidental news Yawker and them you ask who smells spring as the inevitable answer it is always “the spring smells as in spring shake”. You satisfy in order to you say that in a foreigner this answer would perhaps even appear rude, unpleasant, but in one New Yorker specifically one from this Brooklyn is not a astonishing answer. He is comfortable, you it makes you feel as the house. It makes you the sense [san] you are a part of exclusive club that only you and 10 million or thus other persons you are also member. I lose those days I emanate [kat]'? house from the school in the dues his April or in the beginnings May and the explosion in my house and the reception of big breathing. That smell activated and relaxes in the precise same time. I would not observe him never anyone [allosdipote] time of day. Now he is different, him I observe continuously via outside my day when I am [kat]'? house. Be the centennial timber or the rust in the screws, thousands screws and nails that [oxydonoyn] behind the leaf [liknisan] the walls in my room. Some file of smells you. It is a smell that no one in the ground could not always hate.
And this is the Original one. I wrote this in ninth grade I think so bear with it.
It’s the smell. Regardless what the recognized first day of spring is, it isn’t really that beginning of the new season until you can smell it. When you walk into your house or your car and it hits you, the smell. It can’t be described, but I guarantee you if you ever walk up to a random New Yawker and ask them what spring smells like the inevitable answer is always; “spring smells like spring jerk-off”. Suffice it to say that to an outsider this answer would seem rude, maybe even offensive, but to a New Yorker especially one from Brooklyn this is not a surprising answer. It is a comfortable one, makes you feel like home. Makes you feel as if you’re a part of an exclusive club that only you and 10 million or so other people are also a member of.
I miss those days of coming home from school in late April or early May and bursting into my house and taking a big breath. That smell was energizing and relaxing at the exact same time. I would never notice it any other time of the day. Now it’s different, I notice it constantly through out my day when I’m home. It might be the century old wood or the rust on the screws, the thousands of screws and nails rusting behind the sheet rocked walls in my room. Some smells envelope you. It’s a smell no one on earth could ever hate.
It is the smell. Incurious what the recognized first day of spring is, it is really that beginning of new season until [otoy] you can smell him. When you enter in your house or your car and strikes to you, the smell. It cannot be described, but you I guarantee if you walk always on a accidental news Yawker and them you ask who smells spring as the inevitable answer it is always “the spring smells as in spring shake”. You satisfy in order to you say that in a foreigner this answer would perhaps even appear rude, unpleasant, but in one New Yorker specifically one from this Brooklyn is not a astonishing answer. He is comfortable, you it makes you feel as the house. It makes you the sense [san] you are a part of exclusive club that only you and 10 million or thus other persons you are also member. I lose those days I emanate [kat]'? house from the school in the dues his April or in the beginnings May and the explosion in my house and the reception of big breathing. That smell activated and relaxes in the precise same time. I would not observe him never anyone [allosdipote] time of day. Now he is different, him I observe continuously via outside my day when I am [kat]'? house. Be the centennial timber or the rust in the screws, thousands screws and nails that [oxydonoyn] behind the leaf [liknisan] the walls in my room. Some file of smells you. It is a smell that no one in the ground could not always hate.
And this is the Original one. I wrote this in ninth grade I think so bear with it.
It’s the smell. Regardless what the recognized first day of spring is, it isn’t really that beginning of the new season until you can smell it. When you walk into your house or your car and it hits you, the smell. It can’t be described, but I guarantee you if you ever walk up to a random New Yawker and ask them what spring smells like the inevitable answer is always; “spring smells like spring jerk-off”. Suffice it to say that to an outsider this answer would seem rude, maybe even offensive, but to a New Yorker especially one from Brooklyn this is not a surprising answer. It is a comfortable one, makes you feel like home. Makes you feel as if you’re a part of an exclusive club that only you and 10 million or so other people are also a member of.
I miss those days of coming home from school in late April or early May and bursting into my house and taking a big breath. That smell was energizing and relaxing at the exact same time. I would never notice it any other time of the day. Now it’s different, I notice it constantly through out my day when I’m home. It might be the century old wood or the rust on the screws, the thousands of screws and nails rusting behind the sheet rocked walls in my room. Some smells envelope you. It’s a smell no one on earth could ever hate.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
A Broken Love Story by Nadia for Oct. 6
With every piece of work comes inspiration. Here is one of my works with a few “good” people who inspired me to write this. If there are any grammatical errors here and there that I may not be aware of feel free and let me know. Hope you like it.
Let me tell you a story
Of a guy I once knew,
A “typical” fellow
Like all, who knew?
He tricked me in love
Got my heart in a loop,
Here is a summary
Of how low he did stoop;
His actions were ruthless,
His words ran in vain,
His personality lacked character,
His eyes wandered without shame.
He washed away my spirits,
He left my brain to wonder,
He rid me of my pride,
He caused my heart to thunder.
The word is insomnia,
Sleepless nights as defined.
He left me in a restless state
With a heavy load of questions in my mind.
Did he not have a conscience?
Did he not care?
Did his ego overpower his morals?
Did his heart consider it fair?
I know what you’re thinking
How foolish am I
Got caught up in love
Could not say goodbye.
Was I really that blind?
Was my naitivity really that high?
Did I actually believe
His every lie?
The answer to these questions
I sadly say is yes,
Yet time was my leading factor
That helped me escape this mess.
Now what was once
A stupid little girl,
Grew to learn the truth
Of this truly devastating world;
Crushes and infatuations
Are emotions on the loose
They are nothing but
A few playful tales of Dr. Suess
However, Love is abstract
Its meaning is unknown
What you may think of love
Is probably not relative at all.
Let me tell you a story
Of a guy I once knew,
A “typical” fellow
Like all, who knew?
He tricked me in love
Got my heart in a loop,
Here is a summary
Of how low he did stoop;
His actions were ruthless,
His words ran in vain,
His personality lacked character,
His eyes wandered without shame.
He washed away my spirits,
He left my brain to wonder,
He rid me of my pride,
He caused my heart to thunder.
The word is insomnia,
Sleepless nights as defined.
He left me in a restless state
With a heavy load of questions in my mind.
Did he not have a conscience?
Did he not care?
Did his ego overpower his morals?
Did his heart consider it fair?
I know what you’re thinking
How foolish am I
Got caught up in love
Could not say goodbye.
Was I really that blind?
Was my naitivity really that high?
Did I actually believe
His every lie?
The answer to these questions
I sadly say is yes,
Yet time was my leading factor
That helped me escape this mess.
Now what was once
A stupid little girl,
Grew to learn the truth
Of this truly devastating world;
Crushes and infatuations
Are emotions on the loose
They are nothing but
A few playful tales of Dr. Suess
However, Love is abstract
Its meaning is unknown
What you may think of love
Is probably not relative at all.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Not Quite Love by Tyrike for October 6
"Just imagine if you would've applied yourself", says my father after scanning my report card which reads an average of 85%. So in response, I didn't respond. I just sailed through with no legitimate plans. Always looked forward to my gym period. Sometimes not just my gym period-Wow!! With another home run A-Rod just made history!!!! I apologize for going off track. I believe that's one of my problems, but we'll get to that later. But back to where we were. Graduation for me came earlier then for other students. Didn't attend my prom nor the senior trip. In fact, no parties were ever blessed with my presence. Peers accused me of being anti-social. Was it shyness? Was it a result of my childhood? Hold on, it's time to pump my own breaks. I don't want to turn this into a long trip down memory lane. That was High School and now I'm in College. Things should be different now, right?
Now I can choose a major, graduate with at least a bachelor's degree, and then get a job. Sounds easy, but not quite. Stop!!! This is turning into a autobiography. This is exactly what I didn't want to do. Okay let's speed this up a little and really get to it.
The professor says, "read Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Donne." I don't really care at all about their emotions. Id rather listen to Jay-Z's CD. "What is your favorite book?" Don't have one but my favorite album is Off The Wall by Michael Jackson. "Who is your favorite author?" Don't have one, but my favorite basketball player is Kobe Bryant. Am I wasting my time in school? I should drop this class. No, this very pretty girl sits next to me. Wow this whole college is full of pretty girls. She seems to like me. Hey, what's good!! We should chill one day. That day comes with me sitting across from her at the restaurant, sitting next to her at the movies and pretending we have a future together. Why cant my actions be genuine? That doesn't matter at that moment. All that matters is if I have a chance to go all the way. However. that chance is not granted at least for today. A week, 2 weeks, 3 weeks pass and my phone doesn't dial their number. Persistence is a quality that I have but it does not concern this. I know for a fact that by the third date my access will be granted, but I don't want to be that guy. Don't want to be like the guys in school who claim they do it all time and feel that nothings wrong with it. Hey, that reminds me. I am supposed to be talking about school. You see, the subject always leads to girls. Why does thinking of them take up so much of my time? Of course I think of some girls more than others. All the ones I think of are already taken. Is that just bad luck or do I cause it? Some would use that line, "You only want me because you know you can't have me." Don't really believe that line. In fact I don't believe any lines. When you start believing these lines, you tend to live your life by lines, instead of letting your life run its course. Well then again, who i am to suggest this, when I often over-value other people's opinions. By worrying and concerning myself about what other people may think or say, is the same thing as living your life by lines and cliches. I have to "practice what I preach". See, there I go again.
Now I can choose a major, graduate with at least a bachelor's degree, and then get a job. Sounds easy, but not quite. Stop!!! This is turning into a autobiography. This is exactly what I didn't want to do. Okay let's speed this up a little and really get to it.
The professor says, "read Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Donne." I don't really care at all about their emotions. Id rather listen to Jay-Z's CD. "What is your favorite book?" Don't have one but my favorite album is Off The Wall by Michael Jackson. "Who is your favorite author?" Don't have one, but my favorite basketball player is Kobe Bryant. Am I wasting my time in school? I should drop this class. No, this very pretty girl sits next to me. Wow this whole college is full of pretty girls. She seems to like me. Hey, what's good!! We should chill one day. That day comes with me sitting across from her at the restaurant, sitting next to her at the movies and pretending we have a future together. Why cant my actions be genuine? That doesn't matter at that moment. All that matters is if I have a chance to go all the way. However. that chance is not granted at least for today. A week, 2 weeks, 3 weeks pass and my phone doesn't dial their number. Persistence is a quality that I have but it does not concern this. I know for a fact that by the third date my access will be granted, but I don't want to be that guy. Don't want to be like the guys in school who claim they do it all time and feel that nothings wrong with it. Hey, that reminds me. I am supposed to be talking about school. You see, the subject always leads to girls. Why does thinking of them take up so much of my time? Of course I think of some girls more than others. All the ones I think of are already taken. Is that just bad luck or do I cause it? Some would use that line, "You only want me because you know you can't have me." Don't really believe that line. In fact I don't believe any lines. When you start believing these lines, you tend to live your life by lines, instead of letting your life run its course. Well then again, who i am to suggest this, when I often over-value other people's opinions. By worrying and concerning myself about what other people may think or say, is the same thing as living your life by lines and cliches. I have to "practice what I preach". See, there I go again.
But there are exceptions to rules. Here's a big one: "Be an individual!!!!!"
As a musician I have admiration to those who are currently working on their craft. Also I admire those who are always working on something new. Those who always carry around their guitar wherever they go. The ones who always are practicing on their keyboard. Musicians who love to be heard and don't fear playing the wrong notes. As an athlete, I have a huge admiration for those who go to the park or to the gyms to play pick-up games. Even when nobody else is outside, the ball players who are out there by themselves working on their jump shot. Those ballplayers who try out for their High School and College basketball teams without having any fear of not making it. My admiration also goes out to writers who constantly write. Those who are excited to write. The writers who share their work without having any fear of people not liking it.
"If you love something, why don't you work hard at it." That's just it. I like it, but don't quite love it.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Another Piece that I wrote a While ago.
This is another music related piece. At one point i was going to compose this whole rock/metal story with a few very talented musicians i knew. I wrote a bunch of lyrics to try to tell a story but they didn't really work well as songs, its easy to write lyrics to music but not vice versa and i had written these lyrics before we had written one note but i think they are kind of cool as poetry. A strange version of poetry anyway. Anyway here it is.
Attributes and Sins 1: Greed, Lust and Moral Dementia
What is this? The wretched Child of my youth
Put up against vicious talk. Silent. Untrue.
Julius, past his prime into unknown spaces
Bloody, cut from life. Awaiting fathers retribution
Untold of the experiences past
No food in this expected fast
Three rules is how we last
Upon his body we shall cast
The ashes, gray and white
Hold memories of all others. Quite
Interesting to know, I can’t remember,
but these wounds never forget!
The day I was hit, I was visited by
An apparition of gargantuan proportions
Known to all as “Agnor” Feared for his eye
Of evil it can show
And evil it can lay seed
I know that I can fight it but
Is that what I really need?
The lashes, I Bite
My tongue, my burden, Light
Shining through. I can’t remember,
But my wounds never forget
The greed, lust, and moral dementia.
Sweating Through my second skin.
Blown to bits, I start to mend
My attributes and sins.
Attributes and Sins 2: So You’re….I’m….
Greeted in the hall as my father
Comes slowly out of the Shadows
He scolds me, asking about my Indiscretions
Among them greed, lust and moral dementia
As I am pulled into the story of my past
I remember people and places and things
Required thoughts of childhood and love
But certain memories I cannot ignore
Violent, dreams of warring among, more
Then one or two people. Whole Families slaughtered
For their thoughts
They only have 2 Choices
Jump or be caught
True you will die but it shall be taught
That your legend will live on as the cowardly of all
I am your commander witness your fall
Quick, let us tell you, how we need to enslave you
Put you in chains and whip your backs into shape
Push you to the breaking line, Dark and Light the forces intertwine
As my face transforms, so does my life
Two clans, each with their own talents
Unopposed to everyone but each other
The Gatekeepers and The Shadows
Walk don’t run, or I will have you shot
Once you join our club, you’re in deeper then you thought
Aphrodisia
I know my cons outnumber
My pros, but the ghosts try to get under
My skin, keep me from seeing the visions
Of you, bends me towards these decisions
With you I can sleep and dream
Of times and places that I have been
Of Abby and Sarah, My loves I have lost
I will search for them
Until my body is dust
I was visited in my home by
Rufus, God of the unknown thoughts, why
Do you come here I ask of him, try
To listen I will say this only once
“Your loves are trapped in the house of sins,
For so long you have searched and there have they been
Oh Abby and Sarah awful is the cost
Give up your soul, do this you must”
I wish I could tell you, but the master of dreams
Is controlling the part of that may only seem
Superficial and mean
But underneath I am bare
Consumed by your heart and lost in your hair
Put into effect, this transference of lives
I have no choice, without this you die
The Plot Thickens
(Julius)
“What did I do to deserve
This weight that has been placed upon my shoulders?”
To decide which of my children should die
Makes my heart black and turn colder
(Agnor)
This mission has been given
To test your commitment
Death threats and torture
This only will set it
Into motion I will see the
Fortunate sons with no choices to make,
My children or a city,
Evil of this size Light cannot break
(Beth)
How can you consider this?
Your children, your daughters
Just following your orders
Give me a break Julius
I know that there are other options
(Julius)
Beth, what can I do?
Death, it seems to fall upon you
Breath, of life I cannot give
Seth, the only way they can live
Old Friends
Hidden in the darkness, I follow my prey
Through allies and streets, how should I do it, let me count the ways
By gunshot or knife or let him swing from a tree
His last words cut off, the reaper I shall be
The hunt will end soon; I have decided how to do it
I have decided on gunshot, can’t wait to execute it
I catch him whilst walking; his teeth shine of the moon
One less Gatekeeper, One step back from doom
Footsteps heard, a knock at my door
Fear of the dark in me no more
I grip my gun so that I am ready
Tears in my eyes and my hand grows heavy
My ties that bind, flushed with sights
My brothers’ allegiance comes back to the light
Separating dreams from what’s real
The note from above with my fathers seal
Kicking and screaming, separated by guilt
Weaving through the threads of my families quilt
Tension melts as we reminisce
I tell my brother my strengths are his
To use in this fight, to battle with
The key to it all lies with Rufus.
Lost in this World, Found in the Next.
I turn my heart away from all worldly matters
My soul in solitude, completely within the frame
Saved from any transgressions between man and man
Spared all temptation and distraction, without a name
A crown for a king empowered by love
A clean white cloth tied around her throat
The willows continue to wither. Leaf after leaf is shed into the web
My time as a scribe spelled out the name my angel brought
Good fortune is not forever
Goodbye for the last time
Our hearts consumed by fire
The closure is now mine
They sing your song at the window of your mourning
Time has colored you gray and white
Flocks of doves on the roof of our home
Your time has come with the turning of the tide
In the flood, sadness is quite true
As I now know
The fabric is woven into a burial shroud
I have heard this melody before, but never so loud
Never again shall I see you
Only in a picture frame
Ancient sand placed beneath your head
Brimming with pride for the life you led
The Storm
Waiting For the sun to set
Dead man on my Bayonet
This choice I shall not regret
I am lightning in this storm
First men out meet their death
The sea sucking out their dying breath
Wives got on their wedding dress
This isn't how it's supposed to be
Fire!!
Dearly Beloved
We gave our lives
Fire!!
t-minus 10
Bloody cries
Medic!!
Scramble out
Patch me up
Medic!!
Rush of heat
I’ve had enough
Moving forward as we speak
Last thing in our books, retreat
Full of holes I start to leak
Oh my god!! Is this how it ends
Scared down to the bone
Never thought I’d die alone
Cry out loud for my home
No body can save me now
Green and red fill the blue sea
Shells sink to the floor
Quiet, deafening silence can be
No more, please no MORE!!!
My Mind Revisited
For all time I have seen men come and go
Falling away from war and hunger
My plan to put forth this brilliant scheme
My right hand for arms my left is for thunder
The taking of the spawn has turned out to be
My becoming as a ruler of all that I see
Deceiving Julius with this impossible choice
I have made the whole world hear my voice
It will surely bring them down
What awaits them in my world
I watch from the Shadows
As my plan unfurls
Dark shall consume Light as my brother has seen
With Julius broken I will take Beth as my queen
Agnor shall be banished to the depths of hell
For his attempting to help Julius do well
I see my opposition as threefold
The brothers, the Gatekeepers and the last shall be told
To lay aside his arms and hide himself away
Or else Quintus, My brother, shall die today
Attributes and Sins 3: The Dead King
I have severed my ties to this Dark family tree
Seeing now my true path
Trekking through the world as an outcast
The Light shone through my grandfathers grave as I now
Ascend away from the dead king
Julius my nephew, my help I bring
I gave up my soul to my evil little brother
As I dried the tears from the cheeks of my mother
Finally coming out from underneath the frame
To ask for forgiveness and reclaim my name
The Frame
There are places where all ends are beginnings
Trying to rearrange times present and past
But to all things great there are faults
This being time moving too fast
My baby girls
Big brown eyes and candy curls
With your mothers face
The mark I can’t erase
To have to think that you will only exist in the frame
Is too much for my heart to take
Filled with rage and murderous intent
Epic decisions I have to make
We shall rescue your loves
Brother, worry not
Ready your arms and hone your aim
Fore the shadows shall fall by the sound of our gunshots
Fear is no longer an option for Seth
He has nothing more to lose, this maybe his last stand
Rufus the bastard shall be taken down
By the will of my heart and the gun in my hand
My stepbrother is risking life and limb
For him it is too late to worry about family
His seed and his love taken by the shadows
James, Diana, and his life, Jamie
Pulled into the Dark world against their will
Forced to drink from the cup
Of ungodly elixir, crimson in color
Now we venture to the dark world, his fucking time is up
Autumn Is My Favorite Season
This nightmarish world I have been born out of
Makes me want to turn to the frame
As I watch
Stolid
Stone
Silent
Eyeing my end as a brilliant look into my future
Will it hurt? I hope not
I dream
To become
To exist
To be
But what of the frame, no has a clue
Only assumptions told to us by our forefathers
Believing that Dark and Light are true
I see the door in the distance, as I gather
Bits and pieces
Of love and sorrow
Can’t reach me today
Just try to tomorrow
Did you ever even care enough, brother too
Push me away from this final decision?
Lack of feeling
Numb
Frozen
Dead
Now I am alone in my room pondering my end
Tears falling down my face
A revelation
Revenge
Power
Control
I will remove myself from your all holy being
Get off your fucking high horse
And I will relish in your demise
You will be alone
To all it will be known
I will take the throne!
The Isle of Dreams
How real things may seem
When we walk around in our dreams
Stretching from the comical
To the vulgar and obscene
But once we pass into that other realm
We may venture into our own personal hell
Where loved ones are taken
Trapped in a damp, Dark cell
Attributes and Sins 1: Greed, Lust and Moral Dementia
What is this? The wretched Child of my youth
Put up against vicious talk. Silent. Untrue.
Julius, past his prime into unknown spaces
Bloody, cut from life. Awaiting fathers retribution
Untold of the experiences past
No food in this expected fast
Three rules is how we last
Upon his body we shall cast
The ashes, gray and white
Hold memories of all others. Quite
Interesting to know, I can’t remember,
but these wounds never forget!
The day I was hit, I was visited by
An apparition of gargantuan proportions
Known to all as “Agnor” Feared for his eye
Of evil it can show
And evil it can lay seed
I know that I can fight it but
Is that what I really need?
The lashes, I Bite
My tongue, my burden, Light
Shining through. I can’t remember,
But my wounds never forget
The greed, lust, and moral dementia.
Sweating Through my second skin.
Blown to bits, I start to mend
My attributes and sins.
Attributes and Sins 2: So You’re….I’m….
Greeted in the hall as my father
Comes slowly out of the Shadows
He scolds me, asking about my Indiscretions
Among them greed, lust and moral dementia
As I am pulled into the story of my past
I remember people and places and things
Required thoughts of childhood and love
But certain memories I cannot ignore
Violent, dreams of warring among, more
Then one or two people. Whole Families slaughtered
For their thoughts
They only have 2 Choices
Jump or be caught
True you will die but it shall be taught
That your legend will live on as the cowardly of all
I am your commander witness your fall
Quick, let us tell you, how we need to enslave you
Put you in chains and whip your backs into shape
Push you to the breaking line, Dark and Light the forces intertwine
As my face transforms, so does my life
Two clans, each with their own talents
Unopposed to everyone but each other
The Gatekeepers and The Shadows
Walk don’t run, or I will have you shot
Once you join our club, you’re in deeper then you thought
Aphrodisia
I know my cons outnumber
My pros, but the ghosts try to get under
My skin, keep me from seeing the visions
Of you, bends me towards these decisions
With you I can sleep and dream
Of times and places that I have been
Of Abby and Sarah, My loves I have lost
I will search for them
Until my body is dust
I was visited in my home by
Rufus, God of the unknown thoughts, why
Do you come here I ask of him, try
To listen I will say this only once
“Your loves are trapped in the house of sins,
For so long you have searched and there have they been
Oh Abby and Sarah awful is the cost
Give up your soul, do this you must”
I wish I could tell you, but the master of dreams
Is controlling the part of that may only seem
Superficial and mean
But underneath I am bare
Consumed by your heart and lost in your hair
Put into effect, this transference of lives
I have no choice, without this you die
The Plot Thickens
(Julius)
“What did I do to deserve
This weight that has been placed upon my shoulders?”
To decide which of my children should die
Makes my heart black and turn colder
(Agnor)
This mission has been given
To test your commitment
Death threats and torture
This only will set it
Into motion I will see the
Fortunate sons with no choices to make,
My children or a city,
Evil of this size Light cannot break
(Beth)
How can you consider this?
Your children, your daughters
Just following your orders
Give me a break Julius
I know that there are other options
(Julius)
Beth, what can I do?
Death, it seems to fall upon you
Breath, of life I cannot give
Seth, the only way they can live
Old Friends
Hidden in the darkness, I follow my prey
Through allies and streets, how should I do it, let me count the ways
By gunshot or knife or let him swing from a tree
His last words cut off, the reaper I shall be
The hunt will end soon; I have decided how to do it
I have decided on gunshot, can’t wait to execute it
I catch him whilst walking; his teeth shine of the moon
One less Gatekeeper, One step back from doom
Footsteps heard, a knock at my door
Fear of the dark in me no more
I grip my gun so that I am ready
Tears in my eyes and my hand grows heavy
My ties that bind, flushed with sights
My brothers’ allegiance comes back to the light
Separating dreams from what’s real
The note from above with my fathers seal
Kicking and screaming, separated by guilt
Weaving through the threads of my families quilt
Tension melts as we reminisce
I tell my brother my strengths are his
To use in this fight, to battle with
The key to it all lies with Rufus.
Lost in this World, Found in the Next.
I turn my heart away from all worldly matters
My soul in solitude, completely within the frame
Saved from any transgressions between man and man
Spared all temptation and distraction, without a name
A crown for a king empowered by love
A clean white cloth tied around her throat
The willows continue to wither. Leaf after leaf is shed into the web
My time as a scribe spelled out the name my angel brought
Good fortune is not forever
Goodbye for the last time
Our hearts consumed by fire
The closure is now mine
They sing your song at the window of your mourning
Time has colored you gray and white
Flocks of doves on the roof of our home
Your time has come with the turning of the tide
In the flood, sadness is quite true
As I now know
The fabric is woven into a burial shroud
I have heard this melody before, but never so loud
Never again shall I see you
Only in a picture frame
Ancient sand placed beneath your head
Brimming with pride for the life you led
The Storm
Waiting For the sun to set
Dead man on my Bayonet
This choice I shall not regret
I am lightning in this storm
First men out meet their death
The sea sucking out their dying breath
Wives got on their wedding dress
This isn't how it's supposed to be
Fire!!
Dearly Beloved
We gave our lives
Fire!!
t-minus 10
Bloody cries
Medic!!
Scramble out
Patch me up
Medic!!
Rush of heat
I’ve had enough
Moving forward as we speak
Last thing in our books, retreat
Full of holes I start to leak
Oh my god!! Is this how it ends
Scared down to the bone
Never thought I’d die alone
Cry out loud for my home
No body can save me now
Green and red fill the blue sea
Shells sink to the floor
Quiet, deafening silence can be
No more, please no MORE!!!
My Mind Revisited
For all time I have seen men come and go
Falling away from war and hunger
My plan to put forth this brilliant scheme
My right hand for arms my left is for thunder
The taking of the spawn has turned out to be
My becoming as a ruler of all that I see
Deceiving Julius with this impossible choice
I have made the whole world hear my voice
It will surely bring them down
What awaits them in my world
I watch from the Shadows
As my plan unfurls
Dark shall consume Light as my brother has seen
With Julius broken I will take Beth as my queen
Agnor shall be banished to the depths of hell
For his attempting to help Julius do well
I see my opposition as threefold
The brothers, the Gatekeepers and the last shall be told
To lay aside his arms and hide himself away
Or else Quintus, My brother, shall die today
Attributes and Sins 3: The Dead King
I have severed my ties to this Dark family tree
Seeing now my true path
Trekking through the world as an outcast
The Light shone through my grandfathers grave as I now
Ascend away from the dead king
Julius my nephew, my help I bring
I gave up my soul to my evil little brother
As I dried the tears from the cheeks of my mother
Finally coming out from underneath the frame
To ask for forgiveness and reclaim my name
The Frame
There are places where all ends are beginnings
Trying to rearrange times present and past
But to all things great there are faults
This being time moving too fast
My baby girls
Big brown eyes and candy curls
With your mothers face
The mark I can’t erase
To have to think that you will only exist in the frame
Is too much for my heart to take
Filled with rage and murderous intent
Epic decisions I have to make
We shall rescue your loves
Brother, worry not
Ready your arms and hone your aim
Fore the shadows shall fall by the sound of our gunshots
Fear is no longer an option for Seth
He has nothing more to lose, this maybe his last stand
Rufus the bastard shall be taken down
By the will of my heart and the gun in my hand
My stepbrother is risking life and limb
For him it is too late to worry about family
His seed and his love taken by the shadows
James, Diana, and his life, Jamie
Pulled into the Dark world against their will
Forced to drink from the cup
Of ungodly elixir, crimson in color
Now we venture to the dark world, his fucking time is up
Autumn Is My Favorite Season
This nightmarish world I have been born out of
Makes me want to turn to the frame
As I watch
Stolid
Stone
Silent
Eyeing my end as a brilliant look into my future
Will it hurt? I hope not
I dream
To become
To exist
To be
But what of the frame, no has a clue
Only assumptions told to us by our forefathers
Believing that Dark and Light are true
I see the door in the distance, as I gather
Bits and pieces
Of love and sorrow
Can’t reach me today
Just try to tomorrow
Did you ever even care enough, brother too
Push me away from this final decision?
Lack of feeling
Numb
Frozen
Dead
Now I am alone in my room pondering my end
Tears falling down my face
A revelation
Revenge
Power
Control
I will remove myself from your all holy being
Get off your fucking high horse
And I will relish in your demise
You will be alone
To all it will be known
I will take the throne!
The Isle of Dreams
How real things may seem
When we walk around in our dreams
Stretching from the comical
To the vulgar and obscene
But once we pass into that other realm
We may venture into our own personal hell
Where loved ones are taken
Trapped in a damp, Dark cell
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Loose-leaf
As my pen glides upon this fresh piece of paper, my focus is stationed on the loose-leaf while the rest of the world is nothing but a giant blur. From my head, the words tumble out onto a surface whose color is unknown. They say it’s white. And when I say they, I refer to the company who produced it. White. The loose-leaf is not just a shade of white. It is deeper than that. It could be a pure white, for pure thoughts. It could be a cloud white, for the mind to wander. It could be a serene white to calm the writer. It could even be a shade of white chocolate to stir an appetite as the imagination performs its magic. The possibilities are endless, but who is to judge. Only the writer, the critic, and the poet have a say in this long, disputed matter. But why white? I wondered, why it could it not be orange, or green, or even brown. Why white? This unique hue has potentials like no other color. It creates miracles. It transforms an over-cluttered mind into a peaceful sanctuary. It can bring luminosity to the darkest thoughts and maximize the brightness to any wandering shadow. As I continue transforming my thoughts onto this piece of paper, I can not help but be grateful for these lines that separate each individual sentence and create order and structure to any type of writing that takes place. Not only is this idea suitable to any writer but it is genius! Picture a world whose loose-leafs lacked lines. Words would just fall of the page unnoticed. A poem would not have structure, for it would look lopsided. How asymmetrical life would be. Thankfully that world does not exist. We have lines. I can even go far as to say that these streaks of symmetry are college ruled. How convenient! I can write twice as much on this paper than on a regular sheet. That means I can use less loose-leafs for any types of writings, and kill less trees in the process. The last thought that pierced through my head before my pen untangled from my fingers is; does writing on this white college ruled loose-leaf make me an environmentalist?
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