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Now that is has broken into a two chapter poem ( which i think is cool ) I decided to put an asterisk next to the part I have added. It was getting confusing as to who was adding what so this way if others do that, then maybe I can compliment them on thier word play or just great addition to this.

Note: I did not do it as to be different from others. We are all the same in this and all equal and so far this is honestly one of the coolest poems I have ever read.

You know what else is cool.

This is now officially a REAL poem because we just made it and are continuing to make it and let it grow.

We should make it like a 5 chapter poem / story or just find a way to one day publish it online or just post it as it's own piece just straight through as 1 poem.

Sorry I'm rambling but this has been exciting to participate in.

reply to post by LucidDreamer85


How about if we just let it evolve into whatever it evolves into? Sometimes these things are more fun if we don't have too much to think about.....

Peace!

Their thrones are rock and dirt
Covered with rat crap and bat squirt
These passages were once used readily
The bones at the end would have to agree

Bats in the ceiling are sleeping
Dreaming of the next blood reeping
This place is alive my friend
It also wants you dead in the end

The stigmata martyr wakes from his slumber
Careful, he as well has your number
The blood has dried on his lips and face
Looks like a goth clown from that other place

The Place which lies out there unknown
Resembles that so close to home
Thinking thoughts that before have came
All that is , is all the same


The place that is everywhere
If you're going, you're going nowhere
God's country a.k.a. the every thing
Where devils laugh and angels sing






[edit on 18-3-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

reply to post by Excitable_Boy


The stigmata martyr wakes from his slumber
Careful, he as well has your number
The blood has dried on his lips and face
Looks like a goth clown from that other place

The Place which lies out there unknown
Resembles that so close to home
Thinking thoughts that before have came
All that is , is all the same

The place that is everywhere
If you're going, you're going nowhere
God's country a.k.a. the every thing
Where devils laugh and angels sing

Everywhere is nowhere, when you’re at home.
The stigmata martyr, conquered Rome.
The devils laughter, has almost died.
Angels sing, to bring home their bride.

Originally posted by Excitable_Boy
reply to post by LucidDreamer85

 

How about if we just let it evolve into whatever it evolves into? Sometimes these things are more fun if we don't have too much to think about.....

Peace!

Much better idea. I was just excited and not really trying to force more so throw out ideas but I now like your idea better anyways.
:-)

The stigmata martyr wakes from his slumber
Careful, he as well has your number
The blood has dried on his lips and face
Looks like a goth clown from that other place

The Place which lies out there unknown
Resembles that so close to home
Thinking thoughts that before have came
All that is , is all the same

The place that is everywhere
If you're going, you're going nowhere
God's country a.k.a. the every thing
Where devils laugh and angels sing

Everywhere is nowhere, when you’re at home.
The stigmata martyr, conquered Rome.
The devils laughter, has almost died.
Angels sing, to bring home their bride.

Glowing eyes within these brides
Never seems to mesmerize
Ancients of a higher calling
Who once then rose but now are falling

Everywhere is nowhere, when you’re at home.
The stigmata martyr, conquered Rome.
The devils laughter, has almost died.
Angels sing, to bring home their bride.

Glowing eyes within these brides
Never seems to mesmerize
Ancients of a higher calling
Who once then rose but now are falling

When in Rome, do as the Romans be
Stigmata, devil and angels three
The bride Medusa wants back her head
Her eyes still glow and they're undead

Everywhere is nowhere, when you’re at home.
The stigmata martyr, conquered Rome.
The devils laughter, has almost died.
Angels sing, to bring home their bride.

Glowing eyes within these brides
Never seems to mesmerize
Ancients of a higher calling
Who once then rose but now are falling

When in Rome, do as the Romans be
Stigmata, devil and angels three
The bride Medusa wants back her head
Her eyes still glow and they're undead

Eyes undying and full of pain
Eyes crying in front of a rotting brain
No one sees what's behind her eyes
They just analyze, theorize and criticize

Originally posted by Excitable_Boy
Everywhere is nowhere, when you’re at home.
The stigmata martyr, conquered Rome.
The devils laughter, has almost died.
Angels sing, to bring home their bride.

Glowing eyes within these brides
Never seems to mesmerize
Ancients of a higher calling
Who once then rose but now are falling

When in Rome, do as the Romans be
Stigmata, devil and angels three
The bride Medusa wants back her head
Her eyes still glow and they're undead

Eyes undying and full of pain
Eyes crying in front of a rotting brain
No one sees what's behind her eyes
They just analyze, theorize and criticize

They weep for thee they cry in rage
At wasted nights and wasted days.
The empires name changed- it did not fall
And serfs still serve the masters all.

When in Rome, do as the Romans be
Stigmata, devil and angels three
The bride Medusa wants back her head
Her eyes still glow and they're undead

Eyes undying and full of pain
Eyes crying in front of a rotting brain
No one sees what's behind her eyes
They just analyze, theorize and criticize

They weep for thee they cry in rage
At wasted nights and wasted days.
The empires name changed- it did not fall
And serfs still serve the masters all.

Wasted knights kill serfs for sport and leisure
Take their wives and become better pleasers
They leave the women wishing they're dead
While they feast on their husbands' heads


[edit on 27-4-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

[edit on 24-9-2009 by catalyst2466]

Originally posted by catalyst2466


Pacing through the dark
the choir of voices sing out,
Embracing the night of heaven
striking echoes paint the night.

scream, scream comes the pain,
till rain and thunder kills the blame,
death and white roses
smiles upon the sinking breath.



[edit on 25-9-2009 by catalyst2466]

Originally posted by catalyst2466
scream, scream comes the pain,
till rain and thunder kills the blame,
death and white roses
smiles upon the sinking breath.

A cold, cold wind o'er life and death
Blows 'tween the spaces of each breath
And drawing tight the troubled breast
That dream of peace in life confessed
Thus whole in cracked and fragile glass
All gone in waking, love shall pass
Best leave to weep a soul unshorn
A peace is found upon the thorn

reply to post by TravelerintheDark

From the thorn and fettered slumber
Awaken the divine and free the wonder
As the mind contrives another view
Forget not those who love you
Grace pervades the quelled ambition
When sunshine fills the dark suspicion
We are one so consider us all
When you may stumble, we will cushion your fall

Peace,
spec