Poet's Nook

[Tony]

[Akuko]

I appreciate the comments. My Dad and I never had a good relationship but I do remember the funeral. I had written a poem, which is long gone, and the last line was, "I forgive you."

[Tony]

[shadokastur]

These are actually lyrics from the songs on our soon to be released EP.



The Question Remains

Claim indifference
Make your excuses
Leave it to the Fates to decide
Anything to ease the pain
Your bandages have become such an addiction

If you do this to yourself
You'll lose your direction
You will never know what's next
If you lose intention

We deserve our chance to emerge
From this violence
Anything but ease the pain
You're terrified of only going through the motions

We are wondering if we are either nature or nurture
Be we are more
We are more (x5)
But the question remains

We are wondering if we are either nature or nurture
But trust me, we are more
We are more
We are more
We are much more than we know

Take into account you're here for a reason
Don't give up on yourself
Be true to your heart
You'll find it again
Don't give up on yourself
Never doubt who you are
This world is your kingdom
Don't give up on yourself

We are much more than we know




Eventually

Afraid, you've learned to fall
You have been through Hell and still have miles to go
For when in doubt
You indulge a deeper fear and go without the ability
To be willing to whatever wind would whisk you away
If you fall apart I will be there

Whoa, our ability
Will filter through eventually
Whoa, our ability
Will filter through eventually
Whoa oh oh

With your permission
We will run through the scenario again
Give flesh and bone
To the spirits of the fell you dwell within
The casualties of these head on collisions of giving up and giving in
If you fall apart, I will be there

Whoa, our ability
Will filter through eventually
Whoa, our ability
Will filter through eventually
Whoa oh oh

This shattered world
Holds all the pieces we need
To reconstruct a better version of me
Promise me you won't forget me
And all of this is set in stone
Never say my name regretfully
And never leave me alone

Whoa, our ability
Will filter through eventually
Whoa, our ability
Will filter through eventually
Whoa oh oh

Will filter through
Whoa oh oh
Will filter through
Whoa oh oh
Will filter through
Whoa oh oh
Will filter through
Whoa oh oh

[Kothar_Isk]

Hiding deep within, you lurk and prod.
phantom faces of my own false god.

Calcified in marrowed creaks and groans.
You are the rattle in my worn and callous bones.

Voices that haunt my shattered mind.
an urging to leave it all behind.

The poison in my blood, the shadow of my sight.
you are a familiar part of the endless night.

You are a virus in my clouded soul
the disease that now must keep me whole.

You are the eternal foe I have come to need.
though you cut me and I no longer bleed.

My very own tortured end.
Nemesis, and yet best friend.

[shadokastur]

Verrry nice, Kothar!


Here's my latest:


Although Pangea Wept...

Pangea doth me harm as she speeds elsewhere and away from me. Past the edges of my comprehension, she rushes out from under my feet leaving me to tread naught but chaotic tides of vast, unending seas. Seven times seven times seven rhymes of ancients mariners swearing to their crews of lewd visits with women having torsos of maids and the tails of dolphins. But they are just passers by in the new occurence, the most recent transfiguration of spirit and form that now occupies the space that I call mine, my own foolish self-indulgence of owning this brief place in time. The water will not have me since our last degree of separation. I may not sink below its line of territory. The land has abandoned me for my discourtesy and the sky is too far above my limbonic apprehension of ability. Adrift with no wind and no current to carry or direct me, I must wait patiently for the dawn, that golden bright door, to throw open itself toward me. Just so that I may glimpse the possibilities that lay beyond and stare too long allowing all its effulgent beauty to blind me, to burn away from this infested form its pains and lost reactions until it is gone and all that remains is what had been before I even dared to speak my given name. Ashes, Dust, Breath, Earth, Crystal clear, cold flowing waters, Stones, Sand, Flesh and Man's ill-fitting laws and order, all do disappear in the flash of scattered shafts of light cut from the whole by their facet's sure divide. And their origin, like mine, now begins to lay in question, unraveling into a spectrum of hues and perspectives that look upon others with equal parts disdain and curiousity, a 1:1 solution imbibing all the world around it. Material becomes the immaterial, inadmissable as proof where reality becomes realty in that only the truly rich do so untruly possess it. There are no contracts in the promise land, only ashes, breath and sand, and maybe one day, something blowing about on the breeze that could be me.

[Akuko]

Wow, how vivid! Just beautiful!

Here's something off the top of my head.

Untitled

Beloved, destroyed.
Atrocious, annoyed.

Stabbed, flayed.
Broken, betrayed.

Alone, collapsed.
shivering, aghast.

Trust violated,
bond annihilated.

Wounds sealed,
but never truly healed.

[Akuko]

Here's an oldie but goodie that I got published years ago. Tell me what you think!

Life of an Old Schwinn

I see my lover there,
he leans, rusted, on a telephone pole.
I gently ease him up,
he creaks and squeals, unwilling.

His wheels will not turn,
his handles will not take to my hands.
I dust off his seat,
grease up his worn out parts, and ride.

He moans and groans,
the stress is too much for him.
I pedal harder, forcing him,
he grips the gravel for he may break soon.

Suddenly he lurches forward,
with strength renewed he accelerates.
He saw another biker, tired and weary,
he rides ahead, screaming with joy.

I smiled, my love has found purpose,
take those new mountain bikes,
and leave them choking on your dust.

Abigail Bellehumeur

copyright 1998

[Diablo]

I don't think this one isn't really PG-13... So with that said, read at own risk.

This is to all the women I find to cute to handle, these things I want to say but don't or want to do.. Ha, ha, ha.. It is literally written in... Eh you'll see

So without further adue(spellin foo?) Babe this is for you:

Baby you don't know how much I want to fuck you. How bad I want to do you. All the nasty things I want to do to... yes you, your one helluva cutie too. Its true. And I know I can get you... So horn..ey, babe-ba, babey and you drive me so crazy. You got me feelin swAzey like I've been drinkin all day. And I'll treat you so benign as good didn't rhyme. There couldn't be a finer guy and I know you say you got a guy and you "love him, we're fine." but I know you two don't be seein eye to eye. So, come with me sexy lady and lets take a ride and I'll show you the finer things in life. Plus I'll treat you right, we'll never fight and even when your old and gray things will stay the same, except sex might be a little slower and less rough as my body wont be able to take that stuff. But don't gripe. We got a lot of time from now to then, we'll get a lot of fucking in. With that said, you should leave Mr. Sleazy and come see ME! End...

[Akuko]