Poetry #too.

Our Air - 1/17/2007

Under the surface of white outlined blue water,

Sleeping tranquil under the freezing champagne sea foam,

There lie sliced Lilly pads shy of growing taller,

That sink beneath of where frogs seasonally roam.

 

These pads are surrounded in isolation

Reflecting the nature of the prey.

One day all nature’s rewarded with rarity.

Eventually the air follows the same.

 

Winters chemically caused,

Advertised like our future.

Winds of change challenge our solution.

As the clear air resides to haze.

 

Shadows blurred from ocean-mist in mass

prevent the fisher from shining a lighthouse as he casts.

This is really doubt and it pollutes,

And hungry men are full of smoke.

 

Swampy steam’s contrast, the cold cumulus,

Is replaced by emissions that incinerate.

Air is processed through mechanic industry

And sold in crates as tomorrow’s energy.

 

Then, a reason for freedom’s real name

Just for something deserved from birth.

Clean air.

Edited by Rust - January 17 2007 at 13:46

^ I get it.  It's very nice.

A long while ago I wrote some poetry, though now it's translated into lyrics--I never write just poetry anymore. I'm much more into writing short stories, which I do very often. But, here are two old poems:

1.
A careful thing the mind and soul
When riddled with the faults of man
While thoughts provoked may dig deep holes
We run through mem'ries deep in sand
Our pleasures bought but with one hand
To fuel a moment with desires
And yet a mind that's just begun
Conceives of such ideas as fire
A soundly man may still inquire
And practice loudly making song
While lonely men sit and conspire
To count the days and mark them gone
The mind's a power which contends
That he who loses still may win

3.
Sometimes we need a middleman
To sit among us as we speak
To kindly hold up his right hand
Reminding us of our beliefs
A night of silence, still and bleak
That gives way to a foggy day
If he perchance could intervene
And bring a torch to light the way
And then the fateful may would say:
"Without me you would not survive."
The sun exhausts its final ray
Humanity lies down to die
These helpful men still run amidst
Granting our every unsaid wish

...nothing too great, they're about 2 years old now. i just thought they were interesting. there are 10 in all (if you were wondering where "2" is), but these 2 were the only ones i could find in my notebook. Sad really =(

^^ Nice 

Shiver Down My Spine:

Only Some for Who you Truly Care
As soon As they Come, They Vanish into Air
She Stares In My Eyes Through The Night
Some Sort of Window To My Right
Only One Who Knows What I Can Do
So She'll Keep Pushing Me Right On Through
I need to Last to Make the People Know
The Pain It Takes to make the World Still Go
Push me As I Say "Sorrow Will you please let Me Be
finally from street bounds I'll be Free

She Stares In My Eyes Through the Night
Some Sort of Window To My Right
And all the Sudden No One's Around
She's Left You
And In The Last Moments before I'm found
Well Heaven Still Exceeds Me
The essence of Earth, the Last I See
The Howling Winds, The Moving Sea
And all The Sudden Every thing's In Line
A new sort of shiver down my Spine

Venus

An ode to truth.

 

Arriving at Venus,

Acid rain tasted sweet to the buds.

Salivating sensations are immigrant in rush.

Commit fossils are clustered on the tan surface.

A golf ball in complexion.

Just be prepared for a cat scan.

 

Your worries, the recipe for day.

Don’t fear it, walls will always end in decay.

Messages from atop the cerebral stalk

Madly scream, “Help me, I’m here, inside! I just want to talk.”

Lights reach past you, falling down the slanted slide.

The feeling resembles the fear to die.

 

Individual voice has just been found.

Now I stare down at a new planet cloud.

Gravity causes this motionless to spin,

Setting my new planet in orbit, completely sovereign.

A nervous system has been born, then builds limbs.

This is actually my new brain in revolution.

Thinking begins.

 

As for the leaders of earth, their thought is corrupt,

Flaws are found inside the soul and are forced locked shut.

This is because thought is taught to be forbidden sin.

The laws of God feel like gravity to them.

 

As a planet, the black hole’s mother is my mind.

The black spirit of greed wants more energy to eat,

I’d recommend him Earth

but they chose eternal sleep this time.

A moon is all they have for a planet anymore.

 

Then promptly keeping Earthlings in check

Is a dark intercom's storm in the air.

“Attention!

 Attention!!

Earth citizens, we are pleased to inform,

By declaration of our global magistrate,

The New Zeus Dominion is now in progress of depleting Titan from mineral ore.” 

 

Earth sweats oil and works for dust.

I know, such a tragedy. The spirit of this thread will remain as long as we express our soul, so no worries.

stick it back, or it will vanish in two days.

A haiku