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Re: Poetry
« Reply #210 on: March 11, 2007, 03:01:09 PM »
Quote from: EvilToothpaste
There was a young man who said, 'God,
It has always struck me as odd
That the sycamore tree
Simply ceases to be
When there's no one about in the quad!

'Dear Sir, your astonishment's odd;
I am always about in the quad:
And that's why the tree
Will continue to be,
Since observed by,
Yours faithfully, God.'

Quad as in that thing in a college campus? It's a pretty strange poem, I don't know what it means by quad, or the relevance of a sycamore tree yet.

It's about the philosophy of whether something exists if no one is there to observe it. Quad means a square, douchebag.
« Last Edit: March 11, 2007, 03:40:17 PM by Raist »

Re: Poetry
« Reply #211 on: March 11, 2007, 03:20:33 PM »
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead



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Re: Poetry
« Reply #212 on: January 25, 2008, 08:01:04 PM »
The Devils are a'plotting
With lust for death and rotting
To drag me down into
their eternal, haunted hole

I watch my life begin to dwindle
A fire burnt through its kindle
Two coins I shall procure
For the River Styx's toll

Shadows dance in silence
I look desperately for guidance
My frantic eyes finds solace
In the Red Moon standing high

The lunar stain is hanging
As my racing heart is panging
The shadows call it nothing
A simple spot upon the sky

"You shall not slander any more
Your understanding, I must implore
This beauty makes life worth it
Can't you leave me just this jewel?"

Their laughs echo quite hollow
A frightening chill then follows
"You cannot control us,
such an utter lonely fool"

"You shall find yourself in sorrow
A lifeless corpse before the morrow"
say the wretched figures;
shouting voices in my head

The world around me's spinning
and it seems that evil's winning
In pain I stagger slowly
And fall upon my bed

But a light cuts through the haze
A gentle exit to this maze
The bloody painting high
Has given me a call

I see the beauty through the strife
Here now at the end of life
I slowly rise upward
But yet again I fall

"The Red Moon has wished me well
Now I make my way to hell
Please do not follow
As my life begins to cease"

They stare aghast and seething
As I slowly stop my breathing
Oh Red Moon in the sky
I will finally find peace
« Last Edit: January 25, 2008, 08:02:39 PM by Germanicus »


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Re: Poetry
« Reply #213 on: January 25, 2008, 09:08:43 PM »
You're so cold, but you feel alive
Lay your hands on me one last time

Show me how it end it's alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfy an empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try



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Re: Poetry
« Reply #214 on: January 25, 2008, 09:13:54 PM »



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Re: Poetry
« Reply #215 on: January 26, 2008, 06:32:23 PM »

Is that good or bad?


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Re: Poetry
« Reply #216 on: January 26, 2008, 07:31:49 PM »
Life and love and how they grow
yet not of how it is so
Words and thoughts colliding within
logical, whimsical are lines drawn thin

Colors and shapes create themselves
only to be lost in abstract swells
Definitions of worlds slip the hand
to find one's soul adrift from land

Searching the skies for light and way
to scream out the meanings of lines of grey
Lines of emotion, of pure expression
fighting towards fires of deepest passions

Lost are they in a world of words
leaving the shapes of line and curve
Embracing at last the very hearts
each other's lover no longer apart
Dyslexics are teople poo!

Re: Poetry
« Reply #217 on: January 28, 2008, 02:00:32 AM »

How do you get your sleep at night?
How did you get your noose so tight?
Like chewing on tinfoil, it's so much fun
Gonna be dead before your gone

Cause look how things have gotten
And I'll be happy so I won't pretend
And I'll be cheering that you're going down
And I'll be laughing, I'll be laughing

How many feelings can you steal?
Gotta be part of your appeal
I can see through you cause you're wearing thin
Like chewing on tinfoil once again

Ha Ha you're dead
And I'm so happy
In loving memory
Of your demise

When your ship is going down
I'll go out and paint the town
Ha Ha you're dead
Ha Ha you're dead
Ha Ha you're dead

(ha ha ha)

Ha Ha you're dead
The joke is over
You were an asshole
And now you're gone
As your ship is going down
I'll stand by and watch you drown

Ha Ha you're dead
You're gonna be dead
Just remember what I said
Ha Ha you're dead
Ha Ha you're dead
Ha Ha you're dead

    --Green Day

Re: Poetry
« Reply #218 on: February 11, 2008, 10:32:56 PM »

Staring into the yawning abyss
Deeper than I could ever believe
chaos spawned as all is amyss
Since as only death can concieve

Mother dare I say that once I tried
And father despite my resegintation
Against everything that God decried
That quietus constitutes summation

What hath this deciet called my life
That could never on ground hollowed
Devoured with most unremmiting strife
In false paradise dead souls followed

What was never sought, never desired
A certain fatigue has now since expired
" Hat man mich verstanden? " Friedrich Nietzsche