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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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New forum cool, so I might as well be the first to unleash some darkness. I hate to see an empty forum, and beside I want to be first to post in dark 2. hheheheh. Just feeding my ego. =================================================== WHY Gather round all curious minds, question my penned words. Analysis and scrutinise, tear my characters limb from limb, Sear the skin to the bone. Examine the exposed frame and ask “why?” For once I am mute, No pen in hand I am dead. No paper I am but a whisper. Still I sit and bare a grin until even I question “Why?” =================================================== Diplomat To all the evils of my lives I apologise Kings of my live play their disguise, All the unknown dreams I have ever damned I’ll play the pieces for my love in slivered hate. Down the alleyway she will mimic it Crave for her signature on his breast, forcing out All his blood to consume it in tongues of venom. Reaching skyward she takes the Universe by its hands And dances it away; Fighting she strangles all again. We ( I at least ) will fade into the aerie to be born again. I take the Cradle of humanity and exhaust it of all its empty beauty. =================================================== Fastenings Arresting in your arms, curled into the fastenings of your heart. Vain pretences cast aside in withered flower beds forget all the doubts. Allow me to rest here with the fastenings of your face with softening latches to cling to you. I am losing grip here my love, I feel I am slipping away. Please, please cast out your hand, I plea, plea to save me, my dear. Sinking down through you fading from my vision, capture one last photograph and keep the negatives, to the void where I belong vanished there eternally I will guard the fastenings of your heart, curled in the dream that one-day may be real. =================================================== Infected Wrapped up in my arms I still fear I will collapse to dust. Nursing the bruises my embrace inflicted; the only visible evidence of my suffering. I can not remember my scars history yet they fail to heal and bled with every negative. My body has been flung from mouth to mouth of feeding wolves for societies sadist needs. They moulded me They raped me of child hood. NOW TAKE RESPONSIBILITY. Can I escape to the comfort? Must I wait for death to finally heal me? ================================================= < !signature--> ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers "Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair" "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-10-2000).] |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Hi Brian. I like your Infected poem  It speaks volumes. I also love your quotes Take care. |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
Short poems,huh? What are mine then; miniscule?  Some good thughts here to get the spine tingling. I especially like the last poem - an indivdual pushed around and trampled on until there was no hope left, I take it. Very well expressedUta Lotharingia "Wir wollen nicht Wert und Sinn ... wir wollen Unwert und Unsinn" Raoul Hausmann |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
taramw thank you for your wonderful reply. Infected was written about been bullied at school when I was younger. It is a demon that I have put to rest. These poems were written in a different place than the one I am in now. They are at least 2 years old, back when I was miserable and melodramatic. lol. Thanks for your response and I will take care. Lotharingia...your poems miniscule? Your words not mine, and I would never say a thing like that, not until I have read some of them at least lol . No seriously, thanks for your response. The last poem is exactly as you described it. thanks again. ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. Faster- manic street preachers I am an architect, they call me a butcher I am a pioneer, they call me primitive I am purity, they call me perverted Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented *I am stronger than Mensa, Miller and Mailer I spat out Plath and Pinter I am all the things that you regret A truth that washes that learnt how to spell The first time you see yourself naked you cry Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken He loves me truly this mute solitude I'm draining I know I believe in othing but it is my nothing Sleep can't hide the thoughts splitting through my mind Shadows aren't clean, false mirrors too many people awake If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else * chorus So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything (x4) ----- |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Na nah nah nahnah first one!! Aren't you clever Brian? Like your first poem a lot I'll tell you this...... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
show off LOL I love Why and Fastenings is AWESOME... one of my favs by you... Diplomat and Infected are very cool and written with your usual edge and depth ahhh must be nice Bri... to crank out so many poems you can post them in mutiples later my poetic-prophet evegator And it's good that I'm not angry, I just need to get over, I'm not angry, anymore Cry when you cry, run when you run, love when you love, represent the ashes that you leave behind ~MB20~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
isis, I am little smarty. really pretentious.lol. tahnks for your lovely reply. Jan, "must be nice Bri... to crank out so many poems you can post them in mutiples" These poems are over 2 yrs old I have been hording them. Smart am I not!?! lol thanks for wonderful reply. ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. manic street preachers "Culture Alienation Borebom and Despair" "I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing" -faster MSP "And you see, I kind of shiver to conformity Did you see, the way I cower to authority, you see And my life, it's a series of compromises anyway It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see" six by Paul Draper. ----- |
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