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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: POETS OF OA.COM..... who here writes poetry? | ||||
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| The Brain | posted on 05-02-2001 @ 9:27 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Feb. 01  | I wrote this one back in college... took me a while to find it, but I hope you enjoy it. I'm standing all alone here, trapped on a desolate plain, Wondering if I'll ever feel the warmth of home again. Amidst a sea of strangers though I know no reason why We're covered all in false gold adorn, beneath this haze-filled sky. I pray the sun will come to end the loudly-thundering rain. But these are foolish dreams, my boy-- as time just passed me by. Undaunted, I still search for our unknown paradise. But was it real or from a dream? I cannot be precise. I shall soar above the mountains 'til I reach that highest peak-- No, who am I kidding? The will is strong, but the flesh is weak. I think I'll just give in to life, to simply pay the price Of submitting all to pleasure-- but wait, the Old Man begins to speak: "One world," said he, "One world without a soul. Time continues to march on, yet no one takes control. Redemption is your only hope. It's your only recompense. Give all your love up to the Lord, and end this decadence. If you wish to save your hides, to Him you must now plea. And as for all your earthly treasures, leave everything to me." Our hearts were filled with wonder, although his words were grim. Then we hung our heads in shame, and walked away from him. This action may seem odd at first, as if it here should not belong, But at least we were united, even though our cause was wrong: "To give all these man-made things away? And place our faith in Him?" "We will service no one but ourselves in thought, and deed, and song." And so it was we turned away, back to our tempting sin. Among the imperfections of this world we'll soon be in. Was His the unknown paradise that we're all searching for? The joys we gain are fleeting, true, but why ask for something more? Now we're standing all alone here, forever wondering why Our dreams have been so foolish, my boy-- as time just passed us by.  "ARE YOU PONDERING WHAT I'M PONDERING?" This message was edited by The Brain on 5-2-01 @ 9:29 PM | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 05-02-2001 @ 10:02 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | The one and only piece of poetry I have ever written. I wish I may I wish I might I wish you’d stop pulling me From both fuckin’ sides You pull me here You push me there You twist and turn and shove me ‘Till I’m not aware I want to be one I want to be free I want to know why You’re invading me I know this right I know this true I know I need to go far Far away from you I don’t know why I don’t know how I do not know much at all I just need it now Out on my own With only me To sit by the still waters And let my soul be So here I am Me all alone Waiting for that final day When I get called home  | ||||
| Rockmoor | posted on 05-02-2001 @ 10:04 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | I don't feel worthy to even reply to this topic. I have never felt compelled to write a poem, but everyone here has done such an extraordinary job in communicating such personal feelings or ideas that I could not let it pass without saying that I have been affected by your works. This is (obviously) a very unusual thread. Great job Gonzo!  Did anyone mention skating? | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 05-02-2001 @ 10:15 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | Nice one brownstone i like that one, i have a whole bunch that i typed up on my computer at work. I'll put up a bunch tommorow some of my best ones are there. But keep em coming some great ones here and i know there are a few of you out there nervous about sharing. But no one here will defile this thread trust me.   I like the way you stay on attack No matter what, I keep coming back And how you try to hold me down But you end up driven to the ground ... And that you say you will pray for me You realize you are prey for me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| TheGooch Mullet Master Yo Gooch, Moron here... how's that for some fucked up shit... Fez is giving you status... Karma sucks, huh? | posted on 05-02-2001 @ 10:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Damn, we are a creative bunch here. Some great stuff all-around. Not sure if this counts as a poem, prose or story, but here it goes... Lovelorn little creature sits gleaming among the fishes. Swept of rays, she is shelved with the gold embers of her lust. If it was music, I heard the pain and dread in her longing. Her sexual shawl, wet and sleek, but always twisted to her addled soul. I wish I could help her. I wish I could sweep her into my arms and carry her away to my reverie. But, alas, she is of feather, and the wind lifts her past. The wind whips her round. It is rapacious and ferocious. She sounds of courage, but all for naught. When she is swept into the rocks, she is broken just the same. No amount of bravado could save her. If only she have opened her eyes, so she could see where she was going. She could have rode the wind, but instead she was ridden. She sits underwater, on a river's bank. Gleaming among the fishes. A heart of gold. Eyes of sky blue. Skin fragrant and soft. She is gorgeous, but out of reach. She is sodden in her own desire, and drowned in its reality. I hate to watch. It pierces the eyes. It rends the heart. It claws through my searching soul. But, I am entranced. Even from far away, her beauty exceeds the landscape, and I just want to stare. Wretched world. Lifts the hopes, and then plunges one down to its steely bottom. Rusted wrecks of ancient cargoes litter the deep wells of agony. It's water bitter to taste, but it inebriates me just the same.  "Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time - To disgrace, distract, and bother me. And the dirt of gossip blows into my face, And the dust of rumors covers me. But if the arrow is straight - And the point is slick, It can pierce through dust no matter how thick. So I'll make my stand And remain as I am And bid farewell and not give a damn." Bob Dylan This message was edited by TheGooch on 5-2-01 @ 10:37 PM | ||||
| ClusterF | posted on 05-03-2001 @ 8:00 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Wow.. check out all that stuff. Nice work ladies, and gents. Ps... gonzo posting an unusual thread? That's a new one. NOT!!!! Another tune I wrote... perhaps sometime I'll get up enough balls to post the links to the MP3's. Angel Have you ever held an angel? Fallen to pieces, or been rendered speechless? Seen through the eyes of the one who needs you? Who'll take your mind from, all that complicates you? Have you ever kissed an angel? or been torn apart by it and not known what's hit you? been met half way by all you've ever dreamed of? Been taken back by an angel's sweet love? She's been dancing through my head She's been running end to end Mother mercy please let her in She's been dancing through my head
Adopted Dilloners in training: katya_ann AND Evil Opie - AIM CHRIS052076 | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 05-03-2001 @ 12:13 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Well, since I'm home now, I'll post another one, my most recent...a song, work in progress How can we not see right before our eyes Closing our minds, living this disguise There's no pause taken, no second thought Who really cares, that's what we're taught But blame must be placed And promises broken Ignorance is expected No words needed spoken Ignoring the past while destroying our future The present is long gone before we can reach it Dreaming while awake, lost when we sleep Running away from the problems we keep --deep inside But blame must be placed And promises broken Ignorance is such bliss When words aren't spoken  no-one ever tends to me. Sitting alone covered in breeze. Some things are so my mind can breathe. The waiting is hard, fuckin' takes so long. Draped in sun, hands in sand. Earth acid cleanses me. It cleanses me clean, but the world it never comes(Kyuss, Space Cadet) | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 05-03-2001 @ 2:26 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Wow, this stuff is really great. Thanx GS!!! | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 05-03-2001 @ 2:44 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | This seems to be a big fear of so many people. What if everyone you knew turned their back. Tempted to cry but just felt this a lack. Stood around wanting more. Feeling cheated, feeling sore. You felt you did so much good. You felt you did it all right. You sat alone each and every night. Realize that everyone you knew was just a glimpse, Of what you thought you knew. Who could tell. Who knew. That they all were better for not knowing you. So as you lay there, cold. Dead. You now know that everyone really never knew you.  | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 05-03-2001 @ 3:03 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | well this may not be the best poem ever, but it holds a lot of meaning to me personally. I wrote this when i and someone dear to me we're going through some rough times, you'll understand why. Bottled Ruins I used to be someone I had a home a job and wife But now I am alone A man without a life I pour myself another drink Wondering how this came to be Then it strikes me like a bullet Why there’s no life left in me At the bottle in my hand I stare With the label peeling off In this bottle lies the reason Why my dreams have faded off It started many years ago This addiction I couldn’t see It started as a subtle thing And became a demon in me I drank on rare affairs With family and friends But soon I was drinking In my own defense I made excuses for my habit By lying to myself in ways Just one more drink is all I need To get me through the days Then one drink turned to three and four Before much time would pass And without warning I was hooked To this devil in my glass False occasions I imagined I always had an excuse But all these lies were fabricated To support my abuse Now all the things I held dear in life I have lost throughout eternity My job my home my kids and wife Are gone due to my dependency How quickly life can change Marching us like weak cattle Even the strongest can’t withstand The ruins that lie in a bottle I like the way you stay on attack No matter what, I keep coming back And how you try to hold me down But you end up driven to the ground ... And that you say you will pray for me You realize you are prey for me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 05-03-2001 @ 3:10 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | I need your help with this one, i don't really like it but i love the basis of the idea for it. tell me what you think? Does it come off more like a story than a poem? Moonlight Reflections Once I gazed into a mirror Where the birds flew like angels Their feathers caressing the clouds Like an artist brushing his canvas Once I gazed into a mirror Upon a field so vast I could see forever Where roses of all colors grew together Each one distinct yet Their aroma similar After gazing long enough I stepped through the mirror My feet never touching the grass Not polluting this utopia I stood there in undivided bliss As the sun smiled upon face The wind hugged my body I felt something never felt before I begin to turn back and I stop Something is no longer the same I come closer a chill hits me I will tell you what I saw Once I gazed into a mirror A man walks pass a dead pigeon Laying in the cold street The pavement its gravesite Once I gazed into a mirror I saw a place so dark and void Where no roses could grow Only thorns lying in obscurity I knew now why I was alone here Why my feet never touched the ground Man was not meant to be here In a place so pure and unbound I knew now why this mirror stood here It was reflecting what is real What seemed so immaculate Was truly impure, immoral I knew why the emotion I felt before That gave me such bliss Was so mysterious to me For once in my life I felt peace I like the way you stay on attack No matter what, I keep coming back And how you try to hold me down But you end up driven to the ground ... And that you say you will pray for me You realize you are prey for me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| O+A_Armyman | posted on 05-03-2001 @ 3:32 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Dec. 00 | I dont like that rhyming stuff. ya gotta do some freeverse(it's just easier) Classes Homework Grades The never ending The useless My horible HA  Proud grunt of the O+A army I know where my towel is. | ||||
| Rockmoor | posted on 05-04-2001 @ 10:05 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | Gonzo--- It seems more like a story to me. I like the concept of the gazer stepping through the mirror before realizing it was reflecting what is real. Back to the top-- for (hopefully) more of everone's great contributions. Did anyone mention skating? | ||||
| TheGooch Mullet Master Yo Gooch, Moron here... how's that for some fucked up shit... Fez is giving you status... Karma sucks, huh? | posted on 05-04-2001 @ 10:42 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Hope you don't mind me commenting... it seems like stream of conciousness but also reads well as a poem too. It's great stuff GS. "Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time - To disgrace, distract, and bother me. And the dirt of gossip blows into my face, And the dust of rumors covers me. But if the arrow is straight - And the point is slick, It can pierce through dust no matter how thick. So I'll make my stand And remain as I am And bid farewell and not give a damn." Bob Dylan | ||||
| GRABMYJUNK | posted on 05-04-2001 @ 10:47 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Hell The blood of children fresh upon my lips, Burning in the early morning dawn. I am the daemon, Satan, Lucifer, Evil incarnate! I listen to your measly tears and pleas, Laughing all the while at your torment! I will destroy you! Break you on the wheel! "Abandon all hope ye who enter here!" Your torment my orgasm! The flames of Hell are yours to embrace, Mine to savor... I wrote this in a drunken rage in college. I am looking for the two I had published, if I find them I will post them. I really do not write poetry much now I usually work in short stories now "Don't you know? A clown can get away with Murder!" -John Wayne Gacy | ||||
| PatCooper | posted on 05-04-2001 @ 10:49 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Hey GS i really liked the one entitled Bottled Ruins.I can totally relate too that shit.Good Job Dude keep it up | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 05-05-2001 @ 12:41 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | Thanks guys i kinda figured that second one was more of a story/poem. I wrote it really quick in about 15 mins just off the top off my head. Then i forgot about it haven't touched it since. Great job guys really good work here, talented motherfuckers you. I like the way you stay on attack No matter what, I keep coming back And how you try to hold me down But you end up driven to the ground ... And that you say you will pray for me You realize you are prey for me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| Doc Smith I Love Anthony Zinni | posted on 05-05-2001 @ 1:26 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | A haiku from Doc: Fuck Fuck Fuck you all I really hate all of you I'm talking to you  | ||||
| Kim | posted on 05-05-2001 @ 9:32 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Great Job Everyone! :) | ||||
| FeelMyFunBags | posted on 05-07-2001 @ 1:47 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I tried many times to post my poetry, but unlike the rest of you, I can't bring myself to put my emotions out there. I have read all of your work, and it is all very moving...hopefully one day I will get the courage to post my work...but regardless thanks for sharing :)  All I've undergone I will keep on Underneath it all We feel so small The heavens fall But still we crawl All I've undergone I will keep on | ||||
| BabyNicole | posted on 05-07-2001 @ 2:10 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Nov. 00 | Great stuff everyone!! I'm impressed! I used to keep my poetry private but lately i've been more open to showing it. Here's 2 of mine. I have the rest on my website Your eyes pierce my heart A million little needles pricking and stabbing at me The blood drips down as the pain progresses The pain that is caused by you Your witty charm and suave nature Conceals a heart of stone and an unemotional state My heart cried out to you but you reject me Turned my love and affection away You try to make turn cold like you For as you rejected me i do the same to you I force the warmth inside of me to grow Grow and blossom into something far more beautiful then anything your eyes ever gazed upon before I take that and carry it close to me Waiting for the one it was meant to be shared and joined with He and only he can make it grow ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* An eerie sound enters around me A shril haunting sound the draws me close yet holds me back Faint sounds of crying in the distance A crying out for help Unable to recognize its direction I fearfully stand Not wanting to be overcome by the shrill cries Then i see the source of the noise It enters and passes me with a quick flash only leaving behind the memory The sight of the timid face alone and scared Forced to live in a world where it doesn't belong Unsuccessful attempts to leave this world has left it numb Numb of feeling and emotion The only sound it releases is its endless cries for help Hoping someone will be brave enough to help and lead the scared soul out of its current life and into the life it desires......  The Snatch Critics Loves!! *~*~Uncle Gonzo Is The Man!!*~*~ Lots Of Love to JustJon for the Sig Pic!!!!! | ||||
| tankGrrl24 | posted on 08-02-2001 @ 5:00 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Death's Head I am neither physical being, nor air I have neither feelings and go without care. I watch over you,Yet I have no eyes to see. Your essence is marked, it was written to be. Like a silent thief of the night, I will steal away your life, I will take disease ravaged victims, Or innocents without strife. I have a presence unknown, Cloaked in Dark shroud Of unspoken fears, The bravest souls cry loud. When your time is then, As it Will eventually be, Such a last breath you shall inhale, As your soul follows me.  | ||||
| tankGrrl24 | posted on 08-02-2001 @ 5:03 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Fallen Angel As I reflect on the times, you and I shared, Times of youth gone awry, days without care. At 18 years young, we were invincible, with antagonistic pleasure, Love and Friendship made us capable. Of almost anything, except beating the clock, You opened the creaking door, upon Death's final knock. You stood brave and true, right to the end, Until your heart stopped, and disease conquered you, my friend. I received the dreaded call, from your Mother that night, That you had succumbed, But not without fight. Still to this day, my life has forever changed, I will continue to hold your candle, For my love will eternally remain. | ||||
| Wendy | posted on 08-02-2001 @ 5:14 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | I have only one that I will share and I can't find it now. I'll try to post it by Monday. The rest is too personal ...  [email protected] | ||||
| MamA CaZ | posted on 08-02-2001 @ 5:30 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | energy surpassing the boundaries of distance, dream state spiritual lock, possible that you & are caught amongst a natural clock... passing seconds embodied presence till our physical & mental states inerlock my heart stops... feelings run like cable sub level... our distance is miles apart, i encase a thought... emergency use irradiating the vibes from your heart, and then my spirit embarks, reaching the greatest mark...  "All I want is food and creative love" This message was edited by MamA CaZ on 8-2-01 @ 5:45 PM | ||||
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