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Erich with an h
Yak Addict
USA
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 Posted - 03/14/2002 : 6:19:36 PM
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Tell me what you think.
Seven Days, Seven Nights
Seven days and seven nights
Through that the winds have howled
The stormy sea that calls my name
For that the wind does scowl
Inside my empty, silent cell
I lay awaiting land
For which I'd give eternal life
To the gentle kiss of sand
Each day past, a memory gone
No thoughts upon tomorrow
For each day past is one more between
The day of sail, my sorrow
That which screams my name and scorns
My box in which i throttle
That which in this box adorns
Lined with broken bottles
That for which i run astray
That for which i run away
That which i run until this day
That made my blood a curdled gray
Stemming from the darkness black
His mighty jaw awakens
Though his eyes raged for attack
And his visions that forsaken
The hand of god upon the sun
Which crucifies my blindness
That which proves to me my loss
Does so with its kindness
Seven days and seven nights
Upon a sea so thick
Until the last day through the lost
My eyes behold a trick
The light it seems in playful peeve
Has bent upon the sheet
That calls itself horizon
That of the forward reef
I see now what i hoped for then
That which to end my fury
And with the last of my waivering might
I went upon my duty
Upon the mighty shaft, my hand
It lay tight upon the Oar
And with the strength god gave me not
I pull myself to shore
And through my fog and thickness dank
And through the tears where my hopes sank
And to the lines upon this bank
For which the ground and sun i drank
Though seven nights of fury end
And my box has rendered bare
My sights now lay on where i stand
And the silence that is there
Be friend or foe that come to pass
My service shan't be rendered
My rage is thick, like Judas' blood
Though my flesh has since been tendered
I fashion quick my scant defense
Through prickled bush and cunning sense
I learn the sights, feels, sounds and scents
And shed the last of innocence
Seven days and seven nights
Comes round to greet once more
That many past my long dead thoughts
Since now I've run ashore
The memories of my faded past
My family i mention
The ones that held me in denial
In my minds own scant detention
The lives of whom were stolen by
My own lust for self worth
Those who stole my mind right back
And banished me to this mirth
To my box i entered bare
Locked in secrets with my care
I once was told to give my share
But I thought of that unfair
Startled rustling breaks streams of thought
Like thunder in the daylight
To which i see my own self standing
Clear upon my eyesight
"Be you friend or foe" I heard him ask
Though the words i swore i whispered
"I came for solace, not for company
Until my death has been administered"
I heard myself speak out those words
As strong and true as bone
But came from me a whispered cry
Instead of my mighty tone
"What culture, dashed, that be thy friend
Bring you to this timely end?
That for which I am to send,
That for which you cant ammend"
"I begged to him to let it end
And i begged, come crawling back my friend
I begged, like the death cries of a ren
But he lost himself in me again"
To my surprise my twinly foe
Knew that of which i spoke
And so he turned his eyes up top
To the stars with black sky cloak
I saw him draw his sword to strike
But my body could not reach
And there i let myself be killed
On the sands of my own beach
They say to you "to thine own self be true",
No truer words have been spoken
For seven days and seven nights
I thought my lies would be my token
But those that see me in my death
That which i cannot see
Witness more than i could bare
Askewed, no less, to me
Those that see me, sword in hand
In my bed, on dryer land
Thousand miles from the sand
No secluded box that lay unmanned
Those that see me now i lay
Enternities grasp upon me
Tell the tale that i grew mad
And slipped solitude around me
They'll tell the tale of seven days
And seven nights that ended
With my own sword through my own heart
My torment now is mended
Erich w/ an h
Erichwanh@yahoo.com
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joemoe
Try A Little Harder
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Posted - 03/29/2002 : 10:51:56 PM
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I like it. Very good.
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 03/30/2002 : 05:08:56 AM
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(in my worst Irish accent)
"Manly yes, but I like it too!!!"
It has a very "classic" feel to it, I think, of course that is just my opinion!
Peace & Keep the Faith
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Jay
Alien Abductee
Vatican City
2279 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2002 : 2:28:23 PM
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That is pretty damn good, man! Did you write the one with Jesus saying, " ISn't it great to be a Jew?" at the end? I loved that one, too. Good job!
Jay
My last name is confusing...It is Spelled Wiegand but is pronounced Weegend...another insult to the English language... |
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Erich with an h
Yak Addict
USA
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Jay
Alien Abductee
Vatican City
2279 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2002 : 4:37:27 PM
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Post some more, i really enjoy them!
Jay
My last name is confusing...It is Spelled Wiegand but is pronounced Weegend...another insult to the English language... |
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Alien Abductee
USA
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Posted - 04/05/2002 : 11:33:41 PM
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Jay's got a point. There great reads.
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victorwootenfan
Alien Abductee
USA
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Posted - 04/06/2002 : 5:51:04 PM
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wow...i'm highly impressed by the poem, i also concur with you writing some more. keep up the good poetry!!
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
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chatterballs
Chatterbox
117 Posts |
Posted - 04/09/2002 : 3:43:28 PM
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As a fellow poet, I must say, holy crap that's the best piece of poetry I've ever read. Keep it up you stud.
I once saw this movie where this SPEEDing bus had to keep its SPEED above 50 and if its SPEED went below 50, it would blow up...I think it was called, the bus that couldn't slow down. |
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GuitarGuy305
Alien Abductee
USA
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Posted - 04/10/2002 : 6:04:03 PM
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Holy shit man, thats good.
I know its not a song, just a poem, but I can totally see David Gray singing that. It remindedme of a lot of his lyrics.
Keep it up, post more stuff.
Adam
There's a lot more to music than notes on a page.
I am Ion, the priest of the inner sanctuary. I submit myself to an unendurable torment. I dismembered myself, and I have become spirit.
Email: Guitar_Boy1@yahoo.com
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