Poetry #too.

Here's two I wrote this morning:

Night:

Ra now rises, Ra soon sinks
He'll crash like a wave from above
Ra dips down bellow the earth
Fragments caught in the Surf

Something screams in the wake of night
Smiles perk on empty souls
Deep eerie sounds, Weightless pounds
Ra dips down where the lake ends away
And I drift away (It's chilling here)

Sweat in the sheets, shake in wool
Ran inside, Ran inside
Something Screams in the Wake of Night
Somethings Dead beneath tonight
Under piles of leaves

Wives and Children Blend to One
Broken Chimes Where Silence' Sung
Relay to me your love of life, sweet child
Let me blend into the wake
And drift Away (It's perfect here)

Wings soar, Bring on the Rain
You Write it Down, Heavens Well
(The Devils in the Details)
I will rip out the sun
And rattle in the leaves
I wake

"Praise unto thee, O Ra, thou exalted power, who dost enter into the habitations of Ament, behold thy body is Atum"
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Insert fitting title, coz I can't think of one yet:

The sound of sampled waves coming through the speakers
Here's a grunge lucidity
People dropping ropes
With people dangling beneath
On the bridge are streets of cars
For nothing more than static to play through
The hammers smashing windows
And the glass piles on the ground

Hush little darling, don't say a word
Think of what you say before you speak
Sometimes firm shoulders can save the entire world
But it all depends on what lies beneath

Splashes in the water and we watch people show on the shore
I never knew a voice I'd heard so many times before
Could change in a single word
Scream like static as another one falls overboard
I try to write a song but I can't find the right chord

Hush little darling don't say a word
I can't bear to hear you change
Sometimes it's better to stop the entire world
But I can't decide if it's loved or deranged

Our windows smashed open, the glass flies and cuts my eye
The time rolls on and underneath my shoulder you scream and cry
The sound of sampled waves coming through the speakers
Please stop the riot

I Don't Know What Water Smells Like

I don't know what water smells like.
Once I tried to find out
by putting my nose underwater
and breathing its scent.
I almost drowned!
Nothing like this ever happened
when I breathed the scent of air.
I know what air smells like.
I don't know what water smells like.
I may not know what water smells like,
but I can still sing underwater.
At times I sing a sad song underwater.
The amplifier is my bathtub.
At times I'm a very sad person.



A Colour Blind Person at the Traffic Lights of Love

Farewell, fair maiden,
the light is green!
Why is it always red for me?

I really like your writings Vompatti!  Keep up the great work!

The Sad Fate of a Wannabe Spoon

I've swallowed too many thoughts today
my tongue tastes like science
when I grow up I'll be a spoon
and they'll taste my stainless steel

but they just licked my smooth skin
they stripped me from strawberry jam
left me lukewarm and dirty
waiting to be washed clean of memories

The Discreet Wrath of the Living Plants I-III

We are the mighty cactus gentlemen
we sting without police records
we offer dessert in the desert
we are green but dangerous.

We are the water lilies
we are the fishermen's fear
we grab hooks like no fish
we hang on tight to break the string.

We are the bright red poppies
we allow no puppies trample us
we are the queens of this field
we, whose crown is the morning dew.

I dropped a pen and there was no one but the forest to hear.
A writer without a pen is a common but an unrecognized sight.
Sightseeing is far from universal, but oh so pleasing.
I take pleasure from simple things, leaving them displeased.
Everything that is simple is an abstraction, and a false one too.
Counterfeit bills all look the same to me, paper.
The state owns all money, that makes it worth nothing to real people.
The last time I had a cake it was some time ago.
The thoughts of a wandering person hungry.
a muttered justification, nothing
more but then suddenly a
fall, a fall, a fall
The winter always comes too soon
the leaves drop under the snow
the snow melts leaving a mark
like police officers on the asphalt
Is that how they spell it?
I once knew a witch
or maybe it was just her hair that was red.
The guinea pig she had or was it a rat
shown on a video with her hand
a film star and doesn't even know it, I think
all animal tests should be tested beforehand.
One chocolate left and the shops are closed.
What happens to people who eat at night?
Creatures of the night, sinking teeth
on a cold chocolate bar taken from the fridge
so it wouldn't melt as
the summer always comes too soon.
I think I've left some dots out
adding them would ruin the authenticness
says who can't spell
I wonder where she is now with her red hair
or was it brown or blonde
the rat was brown or grey like the asphalt.
This is going nowhere.
Whatever I'll just eat the chocolate.
They eat dogs in China
maybe rats too
they used to burn witches
when they could have cooked them
some people don't believe in witches
but I've seen them on TV.
Once I knew a redhaired person.
This is the sixth track already and I just switced the record
what nonsense
sixpence
tupee
hah!
What a bleak ending if it's a fade out.
I dropped a pen and
there was no one
but the forest
to hear.
Blah!
(I know it spells toupee I'm not an iddiot.)


Edited by Vompatti - October 04 2007 at 15:19

The Insects' Dinner

He says:
Let's get on the road tonight, baby!
I heard they serve some wonderful squirrel
on the highway 9.
We shall dine in the moonlight.

She says:
If only you were a little more elegant.
You spit too much acid on your food,
remember what the doctor said?
I dare not dine with you in public.

He says:
I don't mean to eat so fast!
It's your immense beauty and charm
that makes me drool acid.
I guess I better eat alone.

She says:
So it's my fault that you can't behave?
You should have married someone ugly
like yourself.
I guess you better eat alone.

inpraiseoffolly wrote: The stealthy cat Creeping silently behind a mouse Does not see the dog

A girl plays the piano
in a sparsely decorated room below
she taps on the dark wooden floor
with her black leather shoes
her ivory fingers blend with the keys
and the locks of her hair
open

^ Thanks.