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**littlelostboy** · 06-27-2006, 07:21

Colours

Please note, British spelling is retained.

I am lost
in this vast village
where no one
knows anyone.

Where differences
both good and evil
are erased
and monotony celebrated.

There are no
more distinct colours,
they all
have been blended

To produce
sickening shades of greys.
Where has
the rainbow gone?

The melting pot
is old and cracked and
the fire
dances in staccato.

We are
Frankenstein.
We hack, carve
out different colours

To adorn
ourselves with it,
to cover
our own true colour.

And when we
no longer remember
our true colours,
Uniqueness dives into the pot.

Falling into the melting pot,
Boiling with the brew of humankind,
Where the colours,
Sizzles, pops and burst with pungent
Smells
Of acrid smokes,
Like an art room’s lingering smell of sweat.
Lost in a maelstrom,
Losing our colours,
Becoming
No one.

**Samurai Waki** · 06-27-2006, 07:40

Valonquisher

My postulate abtrusion of the meek I warded
My Valonquisher never knowing her true discernment
Though on occasion I look remotely insidious
The nature of the beast beckons me to delve deeper
For you alone are none other if so you wish
my keeper

My Valonquisher I love you in my brittle heart
desires undaunted by this menial task
The algorithm to solving this enigma
Shadows must crank at the machine tirelessly
For want or none of what I can give

Each line a consternation for which is solved
by entering the abysmal umbra of my soul
Three little words of such meaning
The Insignifcant Lauded You
My Valonquisher I kiss your lips

And when you are cognizant I suppose I should explain
These three stanzas are nothing more than a game
For what I'm really trying to say;
Is that you bear the torch that lights my soul
You have capitulated the darkness that I feared would take me
Have given reason for a man reserved to his quietus
To be pertinent to write to live and to love
You are my Valonquisher
You are my beloved.

Am I Evil?

Am I here? Am I evil?
Broken darkness, caring not
When my world comes crashing down
And I close my ears to cover the sound
Nothing is real, nothing is here for me

When the anger and rage is all that I feel
Trembling with a gun my hand seems so unreal
And there she is, by my side, the one I knew
When I died, caring not, pull the trigger
And kill my thoughts
Am I here? Am I a sinner?
Nothing is real.
And am I evil?

Drowning in spirits one last time
Huddled in the corner brooding my demise
This life forgotten her beauty is gone
Her black hair blowing gently in the wind
Her amber eyes looking into mine
There she was with one I knew
Malevolence coming and there it grew

Pace about one last time
In my hell, brooding my demise
This life forgotten her beauty is gone
When I grasped my gun and rage begot
Crying softly in my dreams
And waking up to agony
Am I here? Am I sinner?
Nothing seems real.
And am I evil?

Laughing hysteria takes me back
Anger turned giddish from this soul I lack
Drowning in spirits one last time
Crying in the bottle, brooding my demise
When I see her eyes the rage turns blind
Cannot think when I see the man by her side
This life forgotten her beauty is gone
When I took my gun and filled the clip
Say as they do, and so I speak
My life is over and I care not
Am I here? Am I sinner?
Nothing seems real.
And am I evil?

Her amber eyes staring into mine
As I chase her down and see my demise
She runs so fast I cannot see
But like the wolves I find my prey
Drowning in Spirits one last time
When I see her eyes the rage turns blind
This life Forgotten her beauty is gone
When I smash my gun into her jaw
Knocking her down see the fear in her eyes
Feel the hysteria, feeling blind
Point the gun at her temple, pull the trigger
And bathe in her blood, this soul has become mine
Feel the lust down so deep, wanting more
Wanting him
Am I here? Am I sinner?
Nothing seems real.
And am I evil?

There he is, staggering out of a bar
Giving him a helping hand into the dark
Pull him back into alleyway
Cut him open and taste his blood
Chocking back on all the tears
Feeling happy my demon fears
Taste his blood, ease the hysteria
Hear the sirens, here the screams
Running off into the wild, my mind needs more
My mind needs me.
Am I here? Am I sinner?
Nothing seems real.
And am I evil?

Pacing back and forth in my room
Drowning in Spirits one last time
Crying in the bottle, brooding my demise
This life forgotten her beauty is gone
Gun in hand lusting for blood
One last time, the victim is me
Pull the trigger, and end this hell I see
Am I here? Am I dead?
Everything seems so unreal.
And am I evil?

Black Dragon

Devils luring little children down the path of so called righteousness
We Walk, We Toil, We Die, We churn and boil
Skipping stones across an ash brick path whilst the sky breathes acid green
Black Wings astride the horizon a distant glamour
And Jesus grins menacingly, hanging loosely from his crucifixion
This world come and gone, Cities burn, Empires Fall
And the Crows feast on the hollowed eyes of the dead, killing fields
One more dead to starvation, locusts pouring forth from his mouth
Lust for wealth, Lust For Greed, We lust in our gluttony
Acid seathing from white tipped daggers
Eyes ablazoned black with dread and hatred
The damned turned their heads away, one by one, flickering shadows
Holy Spirits, doom on high, no reproach, no place to hide
Cello's playing softly in the midnight air
Lucifer grasps Jahovah's hand tears falling from his eyes
What have I done? where have I gone? The existence to end I long
My Brother, my son, you have fallen from me, I love you but I must hate you
The Fires burn deep, the forges black from overuse
We are at war, and there shall never be at peace
The Black Dragon kills without mercy, children gnashing between his teeth
No God No Demon can stop this wrath
Black Dragon with soulless contempt, without heart, without change
May this war end, but the weakness of humanity prolongs it's life
Seething tears of acid choking down it's throat
kill again, kill once more, kill now, kill forevermore
Life, expendable never again, never dependable
The lights fade and dawn is gloom
Hordes of Black Dragons spawn from wicked mouths
Tears from my eyes as I kill anew.

I Of Ruin

I of Ruin or so whisper candidly about
on high they listen with ill confession
whilst sin and plague wrack the coffers
I of Ruin hath steadily undermined their tribunals
seeking the death of one lost so near
rapturing around their stone canvas
with no portrayal of the slightest indescretion
but to be with the graven bodies of the damned
though to I it may seem callous and bored
I of Ruin latches to many undeemable figures
of which cannot be the anathema of paucity
so to the sky of glistening fire devout
it pleases the vagrants of turmoil and treachery
when ashes cover mostly trials and tribulations
the memory is all but washed upon affrontal actions
that I of Ruin has so eagerly brought to all

I of Ruin disgraced us to this world of misery
a champion betrayed of thought or notion
has taken it for only himself to rule in wickedness
our angel has dilapidated into agony for which he shares
when the wars were fought to end this all
looking back the admiration of my frivolous efforts
had all but been in vain, for my hopes were crushed
and fears realized as I of Ruin so eagerly told us
all but it ends soon and bleary eyes turn from the dead sky
should have known as much I of Ruin watches inside me

Call To me Commadore

They call to me commadore
Why have we purged them to your rage
when the sea foam rises to hull of the decks
splintering and moaning as the tides do rise
I have only myself to blame
Servant. slave. Whipping boy that I am.
Yet in my dreams I feel their hands
gouge my eyes and warm tears of blood
fill my mouth and choke what life remains
their white hands are truely restless
and why am I not to blame?

As well as you commadore
shouting and cursing whilst drinking their spirits
Their strength seems as angry as yours
while you beat me until you are weary
and drunk on their blood
in the night I hear your cries and I do feel shame
from my scars I know why they call to me
I have wronged them so.

My eyes awaken to the blackness of the sea
wrought with such plague that sweat pours from bone
I hear your foot steps long and mournful
the white steel clammering at your backstep
The demons running their fingers along the edge
As you have unsheathed it and brought it to my neck
I have only the indecency to lower my head as such
I cry as a welp and the whiteness of the steel flickers closer

Call to me Commadore.

Just a Small Selection of my Poetry

**ArnoldLol** · 06-28-2006, 11:55

littlelostboy i like the style you wrote the poem, sometimes i like to write in that style too. it adds a little...i dunno difference to it...

**littlelostboy** · 06-29-2006, 03:50

Thanks!

**x-dANGEr** · 06-29-2006, 10:49

It was a rainy day
When I stood at the bay

At the glamouros lights of the other side I stared
Now I see what a bad call I made

Travelling from the world of birds and green
To a world pale where nothing but lights gleam

Travelling from childhood filled with white dreams
To a black world where certain needs is all we please

Woe me for taking that decision
For more stalling was my mission

I remember wondering how would I go unharmed through it; that ocean
Like the thing that lost it's way and was found on the other side; that cushion

If you understand a thing, I'm stunned, but well, it has a story in it, but it isn't finished.

**Moros** · 08-03-2006, 13:14

Well I haven't written any poems for ages and never in ENglish but I'm gonna give it a try anyway.

A black shadow lies in the corner of the room,
so vague, so blurry. But it is there.
Made the whole place gloom.
So still it sits there, oh so still.
The sight alone would make you shrill.

A dark shadow lies in the corner of the room,
a soul so empty, vacant. But it is there.
And forever it will be there. Forever it will moon.
And forever I will sit there staring, gazing.
My shadow in the corner facing.

EDit: just noticed but it fits my avatar just perfect.

**The Stranger** · 08-03-2006, 13:26

well since it is still here ill post some too one of these days

**Moros** · 08-03-2006, 19:24

Shadows are inspiring, right?

The world is a nice place they say.
How could it be, how?
If even a sun ray,
drops such a deep shadow.

EDit: Haven't written poems for a verry long time but apparently I'm in the mood today:

Do you hear it,
when you walk trough the streets?
Do you sense it,
when you see the tall buildings?
Do you scent it,
when the rain poors down?
Do you understand,
why the rain falls on you?
And everybody has umbrellas
or shelters in tall company buildings.
Why they do not hear the rain's song?
Why they don't smell it
nor feel the raindrop's slowly traveling,
down your face, gently caressing your nose,
then jump and land softly on your coat.

Do you understand,
that those grey men in their suits,
with their heavy suitcases,
with their unknown families,
with their vacant eyes,
vacant dreams,
vacant lives,
vacant souls,
vacant spirits,
those vacant men,
men,
are but drops of water,
falling from out the skies,
wich do not land on your head or arms,
do not caress, do not wander down your body,
but fall apart on the hard umbrellas of
grey men with vacant suits?

EDit2: spelling.

**The Stranger** · 08-03-2006, 21:28

i liked the last poem. the one of the rain.

**Moros** · 08-04-2006, 11:18

Thanks but I noticed it is still full of errors. Sigh. That's what you get when you let it burst out of your mind.

EDit:
This time a happier poem:

spring

The trees are dancing,
the birds are rejoicing,
while the man who looks trough the window,
when the grass plays in the wind
and the dew drops smile to the sun,
is shining and jubilating.
Cause this morning the first leaves have
awoken.

Okay enough happyness. For a whole week.

Eyes.

Eyes can tell long endless stories,
eyes can even catch your dreams.

Tough never look into the eyes you love,
they will catch you, fill you,
warm you, make you.
One day,
perhaps tomorrow, perhaps after years,
but they will,
yes they will,

scream,

so hard, oh so hard,
your eyes will not speak ever again.

EDit2: I hate spelling, lol.