dazedgatsby's Untitled Poem Thread

Fine minstrels strum a sequence
So ear shatteringly beautiful
And the decaying frosted wood lingers about
Stairways hidden in dark tombs
Not to be seen

What have I seen?
Colours running rapid through bits of paint
And the cracking up of statue saints
Blackest rain slightly lingers to stray
Nothing more should I say

Neon walls and city so brave
That can not be seen within inches
The timid creatures dance and shirk
Not to be dismayed
Of endless hours they have slain

As I stand in this decrepit crypt
Of horrors beyond my passion
A passion so secretly kept
To this day
To this day and not a further more

Silence upon the daytime
Birds embraced in thoughtful words
River tunnels underground wounding mournful enemies
Deepest, pale blue stricken through your eyes
Tell quite a tale for the wonderful passerby
Meloncholic tales of gnomes and mountains pass my eyes
And your image flurries through the madness

Far away, the distance cries simple melodies
And the minstrels gather in the countryside with silence
Sounds echo through the wind with a silent morbid occurance
Night has fallen all around, without shape or size
Mountains have been inhabited by witches and the nameless
Graves churn with deceptive evil, the risen fall again
Moonlight shines through the altar tenfold
And the creatures play for another day

This sticky substance which makes its way from my sight
Where has it been all this time without a word?
Mental psychedelic orgies rage blasphemous laughter
Your mind can compute the death of it's death machine
Filthy vermin damaging a queen to her rightful execution
Blackmailing enemies with merciful consciousness
Fluid protruding from the plasm of a great wise leader
Damaging the intelligent with hypnotic spells of black magick martyrs
Sexual perversions, offbeat chord structures, can they examine our souls?
Filthy bums run naked stealing trash from psychotic lovers
Criminals find room for service in this hell without remorse
Animal hair glued to the walls in an odd fashion
Without the depth of introspective wonder, the damned cease to exist
Ringing majestic tales for children with lunatic eyes
And waiting for silent approach in the warm bliss
Like the blanket of feathers that entangles the baby from the storm
Wasted from fortune in the depth of your own mind
Is it not but a mirror image of everyone else?

Jesus H. Christ on a cross is as fake as Yosemite Sam
He died for nothing, a nonexistant creature for your thoughts
He can't save you from the pain and you have only yourself to blame
God is the metaphor for your hypocrisy and you shall pay
You think you know it all because something happens to go your way
And when you die you will see it all come through to your brain
Religion is as true as Jack the Ripper as the judge in a mad court
Your sadness is handed to you on a silver tray while your weak
And you will cry for your entity, you will even pray but nothing is there
Your soul is crushed and your mind melted away, decaying with laughter
Slipping into madness and cursed with everlasting solitude
You fall into a deep pit, will you ever get out and break the hold?
Crawling and writhing with mental anguish, bleeding through your soul
You will die stuck in your cell and you will rot like an hallucination shall

Your sick, twisted somewhat delayed mind control
Psychologically break me up, destroy me, kill me
You are a witch contemplating death, but you need to bring me down
Coming from a pit of fire and brimstone with a damned look in your eyes
Kiss the wounds of pain and simplicity and sing me softly to sleep
Finish the job and crawl away from Death's scythe
Hypocritical fool, heartless queen, brainless king, you better fucking scream
You destroyed my soul, tore open my head and creeped around up there
Someday it will pass, finish yourself off and make it last
While I sit here and laugh, smoke my herb, and buy more grass
I loved the way you talked until the world took it's evil way
And brought it down upon my soul, now you are just another day

I'd like to say that if anyone wants to comment then your more than welcome...

You letters are very small...

Originally Posted by Tyrsonswood

You letters are very small...

Is this better?

It's the old eye's, don't ya know...

Originally Posted by dazedgatsby

Silence upon the daytime
Birds embraced in thoughtful words
River tunnels underground wounding mournful enemies
Deepest, pale blue stricken through your eyes
Tell quite a tale for the wonderful passerby
Meloncholic tales of gnomes and mountains pass my eyes
And your image flurries through the madness

Far away, the distance cries simple melodies
And the minstrels gather in the countryside with silence
Sounds echo through the wind with a silent morbid occurance
Night has fallen all around, without shape or size
Mountains have been inhabited by witches and the nameless
Graves churn with deceptive evil, the risen fall again
Moonlight shines through the altar tenfold
And the creatures play for another day

This one's pretty cool...