...I find Poetry to be a good way of mixing feelings into words and just flowing them out to see what forms...sometimes nothing - sometimes everything...

...feel free to add your own too...



S.O.D - Soul On Delivery

Slowly but surely I'm becoming awake,
Seeing and accepting my path,
Conscious of steps ahead I must take,
Fulfilling a debt from pain past.

Atonement postponement of self-satisfaction,
My life not to be lived for me,
My life is for others my wants are distraction,
Through servitude I find I am freed.

The life of a Gaurdian of ungodly man,
Not chosen but passed on through blood,
Weighty weapons wielded with spiritual hands,
Not for flag does he fight but for God.

Turned from His sight in previous life,
From His grace did he find himself fall,
Payment of penance in struggle and strife,
Once paid he will hear His return call.

Till then onward moving show each soul not alone,
One work, one smile, one sigh,
But the soul sought to hold once again is his own,
If only briefly before body dies.



CAGED

Ever stood on a cliff and wondered "What if"
If I jumped will I fall, will I float, will I drift.
Ever looked at the sun and thought that one day,
Will I look up again and see it taken away.
Ever watched the waves, heard them beckoning you,
Like you're drawn there to drown in their blanket of blue.
Ever listened to your heart as each beat fills your ears,
Thought how many beats left, just how many years.
Ever been driving a car as you approached a sharp bend,
And thought "Let the wheel go, lets see where this ends"

It's amazing how often we live without living,
How often we receive without thinking about giving.
Or maybe its just sadness or madness instead,
That keeps so many a caged prisoner in head.

And how often have you yearned to be free,
Yet failed to notice you were holding your own key.



SOUP OF THE DAY

Here we all sit in a grand Stewing Pot,
Its far from perfect but its all we've got.
Some people want to start a revolt,
Because they feel this stew needs a little more salt.

Some just sit there and talk to the carrots,
Some only choose to talk to the cabbage.
A group over there thinks the peas are their God,
Others worship the parsley and corriander instead.

Theres a group who proclaim they shall never believe,
In any deity for as long as they breathe.
There are those who refuse to sit next to the meat,
Or the potatoes, or pumpkin, or the silverbeet.

They would prefer that everyone else,
Who isn't like them just got the heck out.
The waters grow deeper as more people climb in,
And more tears are cried...or is that the onion.

Someone just reached over and turned up the gas,
The heat starts to rise and we're bubbling fast.
Some cannot cope and so start to drown,
Some save the drowning while others hold them down.

A fight breaks out and vegetables are drawn,
All brandishing broccoli they battle till dawn.
Many are slain and merely stirred into the stew,
Their bodies add flavour like some beef-stock cube.

Then along comes the cook while no-one is looking,
Peeks in the pot to check on his cooking.
He takes a quick taste and screws up his face,
"This stew has gone bad" Throws it out "What a waste"

*yes, I'm aware the title says 'Soup', but the poem is about 'Stew', meh, quit being pedantic - Stew Of The Day just sounds silly lol*

...got plenty more laying around...what? Why are you running? They weren't THAT bad...hello?... ummm, hello??




Peace,
ALIEN






[Edited on 9-11-2003 by alien]

alien

Thanks bud!

"CAGED" resonated with me the most, in 21st century snagspeak.

We should see more poetry here! I think there's a call for two versions of the same subject matter this week - relating to who will win next weekend's southern semi-final.

You are the poet laureate of ATS. I have only seen one briefly match you in full-blooded spirited verse, but I would never post publicly the variation on an old poem about a horseman that member sent me! It was good, suspenseful stuff...

here goes...


No title (1)



Overcome with the grief
That I’m not quote on quote pure
Yet I still strive for relief
Ensuring that my soul endures;
And still my eyes weaken as I choose to write
Speaking confessions
Tonight-my pen signifies mans-plight
From early evolution
To the wheel
Then to flight.




Dedicated



Dedicated I love the ones who help me made it
Past-abnegated thoughts of the black man abated
And I know it sounds complicated
My moms confiscated time outside for books that portrayed it
Yet created rhymes
Within the essence of this line
Embodied the times I was told to get mine
One hundred and 99 percent subsequent
Due to the fact no body hands you #
Remember you telling me
Only god can grant bliss and
Avoid the felonious hiss
To plant this harmonious gift
Illicit by sage and spoken within
I joke with my friends and picture an end
Before conception
A world without sage is misdirection
Like G.P. without the satellite undivided sections
Call for unclear reception
Angelic is your protection
I realize your life’s perception
While complicated questions
I continue to answer in my lyrical sessions.




Lone star


Perhaps in a distant not so far universe
There existed a star
One alone all by itself
And this star was a great one
In comparisons it seems
But the star was still lacking
Ambition
And helpful dreams
The star radiated with energy
For all it could have touched
Yet no one felt its presence
And no one knew of such
A great being which existed eons gone by
Till one day it emplode3d and spread through the skies
The star became a nebula
Clustering with energy
And soon the energy became life
Something to envy
And life steady flourished
But
Life never knew
The sacrifice the star made
To create me and you

I don't know if I could EVER post my poetry *GULP*

Alien~those are outstanding! I'm not even kidding around, you should see about getting them published. As I can already sense that many folks can relate to your writings/thoughts and that is one thing that makes poetry so wonderful Expressing yourself by way of song and/or poetry is theraputic..that is fact!

Bigsage~Also very good, very deep and somehow fitting and making sense! CAN you believe it??? I understood you Bigsage..it only took poetry to convey your message to me Good job man..keep it up.
Mags

i write for others, and am actually kinda done writing lyrical poetry, maybe if i get married or start dating again...

A Man's Mind

A darkness creeps in the night
Slinking and silent desiring to stay out of sight
Food it needs to calm its desires
The crushing of love's eternal fires

A light basks in the rays of joy
A little baby discovers his hand as his first real toy
His father's eyes are appraising his son
The father knows his life has just begun

The light and the dark forever in a fight
The battle rages on between love and spite
The end of the day the end of the night
Who among us has the courage to do right


Just remember, I never said it would be good... :LOL:

PEACE...
m,,,

MA
Wow...thanks for those words bro, your words mean alot as I hold much respect for you...so thank you, very much appreciated.

BigSage
Dude...WHOA Major Talent Alert! Loved 'em...wow...totally feeling the flow and impact of those words...brother, much respect for allowing us to experience them.

Magestica
Go on Mags...be a Devil And hey, if anyone gives you any grief for posting them I'll delete their replies with great gusto

Originally posted by Springer
Just remember, I never said it would be good...

...I'm glad you never said it would be good...for 'good' doesn't come close to doing your words justice man...you know I'm feelin' those words...awesome

[Edited on 9-11-2003 by alien]

stew was very good, a nice description and capture of events...

heres another...




Anonymous



For I am maybe the king
Or misunderstood
Like some long lost being

Perhaps I may be just the jester
Created for laughs
Living life under pressure

No better yet vie found my role
The prince
Who exist having one goal?
To search for the one
People call the princess
To live out life in great success
To finally earn a popular name
To finally be ahead in man
Gods’ game

No maybe I’m undecided
And perhaps not the prince
But a lost
Young pheasant
Taking a glimpse
At all which could be offered
To those
Who appreciate life?
Who smell the rose?
Those who often sit back and laugh
Who appreciate memories of times gone past.




Paranoid romantic


A lost love torn between
My life and this pain
On couldn’t possibly scheme
But,
Prey with no hunters would steady rise
So,
Why must I continue to hide?
The fear of love
And of the loneliness
And feeling since birth
A feeling of phoniness?
Maybe,
This life isn’t like a loop
But infinite pain
Created for gain
Better,
A cycle parallel to fear
At the word love
Exist all which near
A lost soul torn
Between night and day
A choice
To be brave
And a choice to
Cast away
To sleep through the stormy,
Fearful,
Black,
Night.
Only to awaken
Scared and in fright.

Should NOT be allowed in a SIG on ATS... TOOO Radical!!!!!

I just read that is it new? I personally LOVE "Shook me all night long" what a song!

But then one can't forget "For those about to ROCK" either!

PEACE...
m...

[Edited on 11-9-2003 by Springer]

BigSage
Wow...again you're blowing my mind. *plop* hear that, that was my mind landing on the floor beside me Great stuff...and share away man, share away...

Springer
Yeah bro. Back in Black suited my new Avatar...plus AccaDacca rules


...k...more Spam, oops, I meant POETRY...yeah...poetry...



WAR SCARRED WARRIOR

Oxygen starved blood courses through his veins, lactic barbed wire burns,
The battle was long, even for one this strong, on bloodied shield he leans.
Kneeling down to catch his breath, he scans the scene before,
Slain beasts lay, fell to him this day and tomorrow brings only more.

Suddenly he feels His touch upon shoulder, then comes his saviours voice,
My son I see the battle is won, now I provide another choice…

You have fought well and I can tell that you'd fight until the end.
But I now require a different fire, not one that harms, but mends.
I need you to lay down your shield and cast aside your sword.
Come leave behind these battle-fields…will you heed my words?

Will you cease the fight that has become your only existence?
Will you see what’s come to pass lives on purely by your own persistence?
You need not fight anymore my son, the demons only come coz you call.
Will you see to it my will is done or will your own fury be your fall?

The man he stands and faces his Lord, the tears begin to flow.
My Father, how can I lay down my sword when this is all I know?

Be calm my son and hear me out, what I ask I'll help you with.
I'll deliver you hope in times of doubt and I'll deliver your mind to peace.
My blessed hand shall be your shield, for sword you shall have love.
Your fiercest foes in rows shall yield, humbled by the softest touch.

Let go all you've held and continue to hold, open your hands to me.
Unclench your fists, feel forgiveness' kiss, Experience my tranquillity.

But my Father how can you count me worthy to stand before you now.

My son, what you've done is merely your journey,
Just takes some longer to find a way out.

So what is it Father you wish me to do, I'd do anything.
For you I'd march to the gates of Hell, face all that Evil could bring.
Just name it my Lord and I'll do it for you to you I pledge my heart.

Well son, what I ask is quite a task, forgive yourself for a start.
That you may find to be the hardest thing not demons nor gates of Hell.
For what truly burns is when we learn we're tortured by ourselves.

Inside you son, is where healing is done and I can do that for you.
Just open up to my Holy Love and let me shine on through.
So hear my voice and consider my choice, these options I place before.
Will your fight cease, will you accept peace or…
…be a War-scarred Warrior forever more?






[Edited on 9-11-2003 by alien]

question is the warrior being offered this choice in the flesh or after?...

one about some of humanity...


No title (7)




A pack of wolves arrived at my home yesterday
One black,
One white
One with a shade of grey

But all of the wolves had intent of deceit
Hungry indeed they all wanted to eat

So,
Unknowing and gulliable
And human I am
I fed the beast
And took them in treating them all like man
And slowly the beast became civilized

Thinking
Scheming
Beginning to use a wise mind

With plans to be much more than beast
Plans to be a human indeed
And more and more the beasts continued to learn

The beast became man
One day
Something it yearned

But the beast still existed within the man
And once one day
Unfortold events happened which weren’t in my plan

Man devoured each other

And showed its true face

Destined to die in its last final race.

Originally posted by bigsage
question is the warrior being offered this choice in the flesh or after?...

...can be seen either way or neither way...could be flesh before flesh...such is the nature of poetry, the readers interpretation is the final definer of the story...

Totally loving your poetry BigSage...absolutely loving every word and pulse of it...love all poetry, literature brought to life...


...k...few more then I better get to bed...snoozy time...

*this one is kinda...well...kinda just, hmmm*


BOY

Let us all sing and dance and laugh,
Come dance around the boy.
Let us sing songs of remembrance,
Oh how he was such a coy boy.

Look at him there now huddled and bleeding,
Come lets bleed the boy.
Look at him there with his innocence receding,
Oh how we enjoyed the boy.

Let us all kick and whip him good,
Come lets hit the boy.
Let us pollute his concept of God,
Oh how we toyed with the boy.

Look at him there all battered and bruised,
Come lets spit on the boy.
Let us make him wear the shame of abuse,
Oh how we destroyed the boy.

Let us all throw him out of the house,
Come lets disown the boy.
Let us deny he ever was ours,
Oh how we were annoyed with the boy.

Look at him now a mountain of rage,
Come lets leave this boy.
Let us retreat before his demons uncage,
Oh how we now fear the boy.

Let us all run and scatter before him,
Come lets hide from the boy.
Let us rue the day we ever saw him,
Oh how we now wish hes a boy.


*breaks the mood with some soppy-azz love poetry, got a million of these ones*


HOME FIRES

Clumped white mountains gathering at your door,
Stay inside honey, let me keep you warm.

Let us watch out the window as the snowflakes drift,
Their delicate beauty dissolves too swift.
Standing behind, let me wrap you up tight,
Let the heat of my love burn into the night.
Chilled wind blows but does not affect,
For we are safe inside and the fire is set.

Come my love, leave the cold world behind,
Cuddle close stay cosy in this warmth of mine.
Tomorrow brings sun to melt snow away,
Crystalline waters can return another day.
For now lets sit and talk of hearts wishes,
Add another log to the fire and trade loves kisses.




*finishes with a quickie...I meant QUICK poem... *


ROADWORKS

Sometimes I wonder...
If I am just a speed bump on your Highway of life.
Slowing you down...
Keeping you from your destination.
Like one of them road-side 'Lollipop Men',
Leaning, half asleep on their STOP sign.

Maybe I'm just a radio...
Tuned to a pleasant station.
Helping relieve the boredom,
Before the advertisements kick in...
And the Lollipop Men still lean.
Till you get the green.

Wonderful posts Everyone, i really enjoyed reading those very much. Poetry is one of my greatest passions. However grim i used to write very dark stuff in my earlier days. I'll add one here i did some time ago, forgive me it's rather dark

Death

The death inside me shares it's fate
Endless doors in thru hells gate
Torment takes me by the hand
And throws me to it's firey bate

Screams and cries i hear afar
Soon fade by and turn to fear
Not light nor day can shed a tear
I can hear it hell is near

Take me from this torturous fear...


Not my best but the only one i could find

Hi Sapphire,

Poetry is one of my passions too...find it so soul-cleansing to just bleed out whatever from your pen...to see emotions forming before you...and to release them through writing...its all good...

And your poem ROCK!

Love the dark stuff...it just seems more real, more meaty, raw and rugged...loving it...please, if you feel comfortable doing so, share more...would love to read them.


Peace,
ALIEN

Originally posted by alien
Hi Sapphire,

Poetry is one of my passions too...find it so soul-cleansing to just bleed out whatever from your pen...to see emotions forming before you...and to release them through writing...its all good...

And your poem ROCK!

Love the dark stuff...it just seems more real, more meaty, raw and rugged...loving it...please, if you feel comfortable doing so, share more...would love to read them.


Peace,
ALIEN

Thankyou Sire, I would be most honored to post more of my poetry and reading more from everyone here. I have to say i was really happy to see an area for this particular subject!

[Edited on 9-11-2003 by Sapphire]

Originally posted by Sapphire
I have to say i was really happy to see an area for this particular subject!

...definitely gonna have to whisper in someones ear about perhaps creating a Poetry Section if the need for such becomes apparent. To those who have posted poems here so far, I have Applauded you...your words are well worthy of reward.


*something a little dark and different*

DON’T ASK

Huddled up, dark corner my sanctuary,
Chair against door my only hope.
"Open up I just want to talk"
Yeah right - like them times before.

Were they words you spoke? You make me choke!
Only actions of a demented mind.
"Keep it to yourself okay"
Keep it to myself? Like who would I tell?

Fountains of rage spew forth their vengeance,
Relive each sick second sweat saturated.
"Staying again are we?"
Hell no! Ain't my choice - I'm just a kid!

Skin crawls...shred this dead flesh from myself,
Try now to take what has never lived.
"You always were my favourite"
Save it! I ain't buying it if it came with a free TV.

Struggle to rise up from the quagmire of ill-informed judgement,
Pull me down? Release your putrid grip!
"It'll all be over soon"
For you maybe. But when do I get my pardon?


*too much damn time spent thinking*

JUST THINKING

Sitting on the step with a can in my hand,
Illuminated by cigarette glow.
Contemplate my fate, trying to understand,
Things I'm not ready to know.

I think about paths I have walked down before,
And people that I have met.
The joys of the triumphs, the pain of the falls,
The goals that I'm yet to set.

I review what I've done, all the people I've seen,
The influence of my words.
Would my actions relay something to help out their day,
Or would it only lead them to hurt.

Am I in the right job, have I tried hard enough,
Will they cope if I chucked it all in?
Have I created dependence through reinforced reliance,
Have I cheated them out of a win?

Are my parents proud of what their son has become,
Or do they secretly wish for more?
Do my family have faith that I can cope either way,
Or do they see something else is in store?

Am I the man I once thought I could be,
Have I accomplished that task.
As I stub out the butt it dawns upon me,
That sometimes I think too damn much.



*nauseous sweet love poem again...gag*

SIMPLE

If you every want to know just what I see in you,
Heres a little simple thing thats easy enough to do.
If you are seeking an answer to that very question,
Stand in front of your mirror and drink in your reflection.

Could it be your fluid hair that delicately kisses your cheek,
Could it be those loving lips whose touch I long and seek.
Could it be those angelic eyes that draw me deep within,
Could it be that expressive smile that sets aglow your skin.

Could it be that bubbly laugh that reminds of childhood games,
Could it be that soft sweet voice or the way you say my name.
Could it be that I see the woman I've always known,
Could it be that I see the purity of love thats shown.

Now...look a little deeper, look to your very soul,
See your bountiful blessings of beauty that my eyes behold.
So if you every feel the need to wonder why I do,
The reason for my love is simple...quite simply...its you.

Wonderful Poetry alien!!! I particularily enjoyed reading the one titled 'Simple'. Poetry should come from the heart, from the depths of one's soul, an expression of one's individual ideals which to me is priceless. I used to play this 'game' if you will with friends and people i knew. I'd type in a few lines and then they'd type in a few lines and we'd just keep typing until we created a very interesting Poem. Maybe everyone could try that in here some time just for a bit of fun to see where it goes. btw I really think a Poetry Section here would be Great! I'll try typing one in shortly, i find i usually do my best writings when i just type as i go. Keep writing guys!

[Edited on 10-11-2003 by Sapphire]

...good idea that Collective Poetry...I've done that a few times myself with friends, both in real life and over the net...its amazing where the poem travels...


*yet another*

LITTLE GIRL

I saw a little girl poke her head out one day,
I do wish that little girl would come out to play.
Its okay, dear one, the playground is safe,
The swings and the slides have been padded with love.
And there are those who will keep her from harm,
And those, if she stumbles, will scoop up in arms.
She has been hidden away for far too long,
Unaware that into a beautiful lady she's grown.
She sees not that yet...only the little girl,
But that shall come as the hurt is healed.

Little girl hiding away, you need not fear,
For there are many who will watch after her.
Look around and see the chrysalis now open,
Emerge the butterfly, too few hath been shown.
Spread those wings and feel the wind catch your flight,
Take you up higher, I pray that you might.
Fear not for the past is now sand through your fingers,
Reach inside, find that child, and into light bring her.



Peace,
ALIEN

[Edited on 12-11-2003 by alien]

This is a short poem I wrote about escaping the troubles of everyday life. Hope you like it.

Escape
I drive across the dark desert, in search of something I do not know;
My mind is racing with questions, answers are coming, yet very slow.
An automobile is my escape route in life, a high point of my day;
Should I crash the wall ahead of me, or listen to what they say?
Some say I should've listened, and I guess they might have been right;
But the story isn't over like they tell, for I will fight another fight.

...great stuff VanishingPoint...I've 'Applauded' you for that...so have a bonus 250 ATS Points towards whatever takes your fancy later on in the ATS Store.