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Spyder
06-30-2004, 01:04 AM
I know this is for arts, but poetry is art! So here’s some of my latest work, the first three are from a series im writing called “madness” the later are random pieces that I have written as a result of various events and things. They probably wont get read, but alas, here they are anyway! All comments, suggestions and criticisms are welcome!



Thanks

Spyder



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Madness



Madness

I – Stultifera Navis (The Ship of Fools)



Stultifera navis sails

Under the winds of madness.

In its black and white insanity

Desperate passion is gathered from the sea.

Where false presumption has left us

Here in the bow stultifera navis.



Cry oh mercy to the waves

I have forgotten my sin of just punishment!

I give the seas my lust and anger!

I fall into a hull of madness

Of passion and delirium

And of a colourless asylum.





Madness

II – The Great Confinement



In these prisons of moral order

The madman bears his stigmata.

Stakes irons, dungeons and prisons

Had sought to destroy the poor,

The vagabond,

The unemployed

And we are but madmen

In our poverty.



In the house of Saint-Louis

The history of unreason

Waits uncradeled in its cell of deception!

Only Beggar’s hold the true meaning

Of a second rebellion against god!

They hold no moral duty to their state

Which in its religious piety

Hold men in approaching redemption.







Madness

III - The Insane



Torn at by rats

In eighteenth century cells.

The entire weight of dumb anxiety

Bears witness to this unnatural animal

Punished in Christian abasement

And condemned with an immorality of unreason.

Naked and shattered she lye’s in the hay

Changed from life

To Christian decay.

Her crimes are numerous:

She is poor,

She is weak,

She is crucified because of the crucifixion,

She renounces God.



In ignorance and madness

Religion seizes control

Of the human stable

And insanity rules in the abandonment of reason.







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Spyder
06-30-2004, 01:05 AM
The Later stuff... that isnt from "madness"


Aberfan



Spoken words

Reduced to sinders

Ashes in the funeral pyre.

Fifty strong men,

Spent their lives in fire

Waiting for the wind,

Waiting for the earth to enrage

Drawn into the night

And came to extinguish

The ravages of ages.

Where children play in rubble.

Where their school lye’s in pieces.

Where the corpses of so many lye.

Paddington



Here is where i leave myself,

Departure under the gaze

Of the Victorian dream.

Iron and machinery,

Black and cold,

But still i remember Paddington

with such sweet memory



Day

The skylark gave no call

No glance into the abyss

No aching change

No call to sepia soaked dew.

The Morning light shines no expression

No dazed vision

No skylark tune

No Latin upheaval.

And only the evening

Rejoices in the death of day

roly
06-30-2004, 03:02 PM
heylo......loving the poetry. I like 'Day' the best...i also like 'insane'.

roly.xxx

Spyder
07-11-2004, 12:36 AM
Vietcong

Thus spoke the poet,

Dead in her own abortion

Soaked to the skin

In the Vietcong,

(Vietnam in all its post war

Cinematic glory.)

The red killing fields

Are below her legs

(The red sheets of sisterhood

And the blank expression of home.)

Hippie_Girl
07-11-2004, 11:20 PM
Joel they are grand :) Aberfan brings sadness probly because is wasn't too far away :) I like them all though .. lovely stuff :)

borut16
07-12-2004, 01:42 PM
Vietcong

Thus spoke the poet,

Dead in her own abortion

Soaked to the skin

In the Vietcong,

(Vietnam in all its post war

Cinematic glory.)

The red killing fields

Are below her legs

(The red sheets of sisterhood

And the blank expression of home.)

This one flows very very well. :)

Good job!

Love,
Borut

Dandelion_Blood
07-13-2004, 10:39 PM
Madness : III - The Insane I really like this one, something about it just clicks for me, not a very good explination but it just works its really good. Your a talented writer and your getting better all the time, i am so glad your writers block didn't stick around to ruin all the fun.

Spyder
11-14-2004, 03:58 PM
thanks for your comments everyone, here are a few more peices that i've written since

Madness IV

Untitled as of yet...

In Bicêtre (the house of correction)
Stand naked in national benevolence!
Stand naked with no honour of a roman suicide
And be exorcised of your crimes.
Hold yourself in darkened mirrors
Before the physicians of the State
And in their holy alliance
They are but man in gods image.
Hold to reckoning this biblical plague
This gospel to Goya’s madhouse
Where the cell, the cellar and the convent
Hold not the insane, but the poor.


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These next couple are from a collection im writting, snippits and ideas, odds and sods bassically...

1.
We are the suffering God.
The morning maddness music.
The fire and flux.

2.
In love and passion.
Flowering Vagrance
and the effervesant scent of morning.
Nothing reins so powerful
As the unmasking of illusion.

3.
I am Jewish
I am alien protestant-catholic rejection.
I dance in chaotic stars.
I hold the four horsemen
in the palm of my hand.
I am death in white robes.