Poetry #too.

Rust wrote: Actually Trouserpress, I am a bit educated in the Dada movement and its leaders.   Thanks to that movement an even better one emerged, The Surreal Movement.

This one is called 'Lost in Earthly Hell While Being Exposed to the Eyes of Lucifer'

Yey, mine is certainly Hammillesque, but I don't think Mickey's is, it rhymes too much 

I prefer the former, to the latter I must say.

Here's an old one, you may have read it before, I cannot remember!  But because it is old, it's less structured (not that my poems have much structure!) and isn't as good as my later efforts:

No Light Shines On Us Anymore

Swirling archangels crash and burn; trying to fly,
The lesser angels are in laughter, cherubs smile.
Defenceless against the evil thoughts of man,
All heavenly beings will soon crash and burn too;
To perish.  Angels, Seraphs and Cherubs, all spirits.
Man thinks not of green, but of crimson and black.

Blood red.
Dark, purile.  Dripping.
Tap.
Screams of pain.
Tap.
Screams of anger.
Tap.
Cries of laughter.
Tap.
They laugh at life;
They laugh at death.
A nefarious fiend is taking over.

Sliding...
Angels disappear into nothingness.
The never ending ramp of life, broken.
Nothing to arrive at except nothingness.
Bleak.  Empty.  Black.
A Spatial abyss.

All known light now fades.
Walls crumble, silence arrives.

Silence arrives abruptly.

God itself is now disturbed; it  feels uneasy.
It is sinking.  Its  empire collapsing around it.

Not dying, but metamorphosizing.
The once sexless, neutral personification.

Turning male, turning evil.  Eyes now glowing.
Piercing red eyes of death, focusing on one and all.
He is now completing his metamorphosis.

Limbo is no longer.
Heaven is no longer.
Even hell has gone.

This is far more evil than satan ever was.
Satan enjoyed his evil lifeforms.
The new personification of evil wants death.

He wants no living, he just wants our hearts to stop.
He won't even live long himself, he is not immortal.

He is as  mortal as we all were.
He just had the means to destroy us.
All of us.  Himself included.

Goodbye Earth.  Goodbye Life.

Geck0 - 20th March 2005.


But it is more depressing than most of my work.  Also written before I really got into VdGG, so it's far less VdGG influenced.


Edited by Geck0 - July 23 2006 at 20:34

Well, you have to think very much outside of the box to know what it's about.  Think of President Bush... I just gave it away!

Guess who wrote this:

"FLIES

As I opened the back door,
two flies were copulating on the cooker:
I found this very significant.
Late at night, my hand groped
for the aerosol.

They stayed together for the first
few seconds, wings scorched in the sudden fire,
minds disintegrating in the deadly mist.
Quite suddenly, the male tore himself away
from his penis
and dropped to the floor.
She remained, rolling around on the white enamel
and then fell through a crack into the oven.
Perhaps she had been a virgin
and thought this was what always happened.

I ate my egg
with a few pangs of conscience.
Later that night these disappeared
when another fly
shat on me from the light bulb
above my bed."

Well it's someone in the prog world and someone I very much admire as a lyricist.  This poem influenced me to write a poem myself.

Some of the verses are a bit... well... spurgled.

Well when reading them, they seem a little garbled and sometimes long and it takes me off track.

Especially here: a plastic generation dieing for and following a plastic nation

An unnatural pause occurs and it's a little offputting for me.


Edited by Geck0 - July 23 2006 at 21:29

It's actually supposed to be song, if that means anything.

Mine are written as poems, but they could be sung as well, especially the Hammill-esque ones.