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Black Lotus
Fluffy-Esque
Burkina Faso (Upper Volta)
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 Posted - 12/05/2001 : 10:37:45 PM
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Here's some of mine ... just thought I'd share. Anyone else?
"A Glance"
A drop falls from the sky,
soon to flow like a river.
The ground roars in pain
as the river cuts deeper.
She glances over her shoulder,
wondering who I am.
My eyes kiss hers gently.
I wonder why I never spoke.
The drop lands on my shoulder,
soaking through to touch me.
She presses through my skin,
like a river cutting the earth.
She opened, and I the same.
The desire within her;
it forces the rain to flood me.
And all we share was a glance.
-Dave Carey
I wrote that about my wife when we first met.
Cheers!
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pcbTIM
Alien Abductee
USA
6501 Posts |
Posted - 12/06/2001 : 12:05:20 AM
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poem, but the first four lines seem like it could go to a song.
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Black Lotus
Fluffy-Esque
Burkina Faso (Upper Volta)
1043 Posts |
Posted - 12/06/2001 : 09:16:40 AM
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poem, but the first four lines seem like it could go to a song.
I wrote it as a poem, yes. I was actually just posting it to see if anyone else had song lyrics or poetry that they wrote :)
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pcbTIM
Alien Abductee
USA
6501 Posts |
Posted - 12/06/2001 : 4:03:33 PM
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sorry. but I think I remeber a short one I wrote:
Looking out at the sea
The calm waves wash over me
They fill up my skin
And let the emptiness flow in
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Jason
Chatterbox
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Posted - 12/06/2001 : 4:45:23 PM
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Black Lotus....
Do, or have you ever posted at Rawkus.com?
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Silky The Pimp
Alien Abductee
3321 Posts |
Posted - 12/06/2001 : 5:50:05 PM
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This is a little piece I wrote a few years back when I was at the Grand Canyon, just a little impromptu piece completely inspired by the seemingly endless natural beauty that was all around me. The name of this piece is called, "My Bitch Better Have My Money."
My bitch betta have my money.
She betta have my money,
through rain, sleet, or snow.
My ho better have my money...
not half, not some, but all my cash.
Because if she don't,
I'm'a put my foot dead in her ass.
-Silky The Poet
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Black Lotus
Fluffy-Esque
Burkina Faso (Upper Volta)
1043 Posts |
Posted - 12/06/2001 : 10:06:25 PM
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Black Lotus....
Do, or have you ever posted at Rawkus.com?
Can't say that I have ... I did however post that poem on poetry.com and they published it in one of their "Romantic Poetry" collections. I felt pretty honored about that, but I haven't bought the book yet.
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FeelingDoors
Is Anybody Here?
USA
49 Posts |
Posted - 12/07/2001 : 12:30:17 AM
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I wrote this poem after being dumped
Beans beans the wonderful fruit
the more you eat,
the more you toot,
the more you eat,
the better you feel,
so eat your beans at every meal
Still Strumming,
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ryan28
Try A Little Harder
USA
53 Posts |
Posted - 12/07/2001 : 01:49:57 AM
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This is my favorite poem, I wish I could take credit for it.
A traveling we went
We came upon three maidens in a tent
Them being three, and us being two
I bucked one
And Tim bucked two.
Those original poems you all posted were pretty sweet. I used to do a lot of creative writing a few years ago. I liked to write haiku, maybe I will find some of my old stuff and post it.
Ryan
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Black Lotus
Fluffy-Esque
Burkina Faso (Upper Volta)
1043 Posts |
Posted - 12/07/2001 : 09:09:53 AM
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Some of you guys have serious issues 
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"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those that falseley believe they are free."
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 12/08/2001 : 06:03:54 AM
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I don't really have anything to contribute personally, but I would like to remind everyone of a lovely poem offered up by Sarah early in her posting career. Thanx Sarah, keep'em comin'!!
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I'm from New Orleans and i wrote a poem.
Chicken pot. chicken pot. chicken pot pie.
I will buy a chicken pot pie
and share some with my neighbor ms. turner.
I will freeze my chicken pot pie
and save some for when i watch tv.
I will microwave the chicken pot pie
and hide it under my friends bed.
Chicken pot. chicken pot. chicken pot pie.
Sarah Q
http://www.timreynolds.com/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=573
Peace & Keep the Faith
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 12/08/2001 : 06:04:42 AM
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By the way, I really like this topic and I hope that everyone will make a serious contribution. I really like threads like this. Love to see everyones creative side. Just so ya know, I am totally serious. Can't wait to see what you all have to offer.
Peace & Keep the Faith
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Silky The Pimp
Alien Abductee
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 12/10/2001 : 4:49:42 PM
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hey Silky, (in bad spanish accent) I don't neeed nooo stinking link to know where that comes from. I own the movie. And if you don't show me some respect,(in ghetto english accent) I'm gonna git you sucka!!! Do you dress as fancy as he does. I really love the platforms with goldfish in them. Oh and by the way, "How much for 1 rib?"
Peace & Keep the Faith
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Silky The Pimp
Alien Abductee
3321 Posts |
Posted - 12/10/2001 : 5:13:00 PM
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Hehe you are redeemed! Time to go watch Stanley Spadowky's playhouse... (and the references get even more obscure)...
-J
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ryan28
Try A Little Harder
USA
53 Posts |
Posted - 12/10/2001 : 5:17:11 PM
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UHF, what a classic.
"Christ Almighty, it's like I'm sittin' here playing cards with my
brother's kids, you nerve-rackin' sonsabitches!"
Ryan
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Silky The Pimp
Alien Abductee
3321 Posts |
Posted - 12/10/2001 : 5:23:21 PM
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Hells yes... total classic... "It's time for WHEEL... OF... FISH!"
-J
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 12/10/2001 : 5:24:48 PM
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aka Kramer "MY MOP!!!!"
Peace & Keep the Faith
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LM4music
Is Anybody Here?
USA
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Posted - 12/10/2001 : 6:07:06 PM
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Since Fluffy was serious about contributing poems/lyrics, I will follow suit. I write poem/lyrics as much as I can. It’s very therapeutically. Here is a piece of my most recent.
Here I am on an empty stage
An open book with an empty page
Write inside me timeless lies
And in the end beside who dies
A life of darkness and envy green
Put me down with words never seen
Will you understand me if I cryied
Would you love me if I lied
Love can be fuzzy and is of late
but sometimes the best has to wait
I enjoyed your poem Black Lotus and appreciated Sillky's cover.
Any suggestions on chords for mine? I’ve been playing with a slow jazzy sounding bared Em-Bm sort of thing. Peace
IF you never get blown away, why play...
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 12/10/2001 : 6:17:09 PM
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Lucas, Jon took care of it. Your STD should now be gone.
Peace & Keep the Faith
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LM4music
Is Anybody Here?
USA
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Posted - 12/10/2001 : 6:44:50 PM
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You guys are good...
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ryan28
Try A Little Harder
USA
53 Posts |
Posted - 12/11/2001 : 12:29:49 AM
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Here's a poem I wrote based on the state of the world today.
The sky is black
As the missiles attack
Lightning flashes in the sky
Terrified, the people wonder why
Violence and killing in the name
Now becomes more than a game
The sights and sounds of a horrible thing
Trying to drown out freedom's ring
Pick up grenades, pick up a gun
End another life just for fun
Too familiar the national trend
When will the hatred end?
Ryan
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Isaac
Chatterbox
USA
461 Posts |
Posted - 12/11/2001 : 09:41:37 AM
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When I was in 4th grade I wrote a little Hiku that wound up getting published in some little state poetry magazine. I think it went like:
In the spring time
The butterflies come
The birds singing and chirping
A fluttering fun
Isaac
"And when King Alexander saw the breadth of his domain he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer" |
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Black Lotus
Fluffy-Esque
Burkina Faso (Upper Volta)
1043 Posts |
Posted - 12/11/2001 : 11:42:15 AM
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I'm working on a new one ... I'll post it for you guys tonight. It's a bit dark though 
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GuitarGuy305
Alien Abductee
USA
2007 Posts |
Posted - 12/12/2001 : 3:22:17 PM
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I can't take credit for this, but these are some of my favorite lyrics of all time. They're David Gray's. I'll post some of mine later.
The hour is out of joint
The black sun has arisen
And the river of words is flowing out
Through the cages of tradition
They're handing out emptiness
We take it 'cause it's given
Free with this plastic innocence
And these standards of living
Adam
And on the 8th day God created the art of war...and laughing, planned the end.
Email: Guitar_Boy1@yahoo.com
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Black Lotus
Fluffy-Esque
Burkina Faso (Upper Volta)
1043 Posts |
Posted - 12/13/2001 : 6:25:37 PM
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Here's my latest revelation, I haven't titled it yet. Perhaps it's best without a title.
A time when scenery must change.
I spread my wings and fly.
I will soar through the clouds,
and above the mountains.
But I will always look back.
Into the darkness I will fade,
in time, will be forgotten.
My tears rain down upon you all
as I fly away.
I give you this in return.
In return for all you have done.
A piece of my heart remains.
Each of you, a piece I shall take.
May the beginnings I have started,
be completed in time,
for I start on a new step in life.
May my wings lift me higher.
As the rain falls, remember me.
As your heart opens, feel me.
I will remain in the distance,
looking back ... I love all of you.
~Dave Carey
Needs to be rounded out and shaped up a bit, me thinks. But it has potential.
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 12/14/2001 : 2:37:14 PM
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Damn you guys are good! I am so envious. I like guitarguy am much better at quoting great lyrics. I have never had the knack to come up with lyrics/poems on my own. I love that we have so many creative people up in here. Keep posting!!!
Peace & Keep the Faith
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Black Lotus
Fluffy-Esque
Burkina Faso (Upper Volta)
1043 Posts |
Posted - 12/14/2001 : 3:04:02 PM
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Thanks fluffy, glad you like the work that's being posted. I'm feeling uninspired this week, perhaps I'll work on something over the weekend.
As soon as I get my damn guitar back from the shop, maybe I'll write a song and rip an MP3 of it. Of course, I can't sing for shit, but who cares.
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GuitarGuy305
Alien Abductee
USA
2007 Posts |
Posted - 12/14/2001 : 9:57:31 PM
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This is a song of mine. Basically I was inspired by hanging out downtown one day, seeing the homeless people, and the businessmen ignoring them. Not willing to give the homeless people a measly penny, while some of them without a doubt go home and snort a hundred bucks worth of coke. Its not just about homeless, thats the example I used in the song, but its about anyone, who has money/time/food/clothing to spare, but doesn't. Its about excess, and greed. Anyway...the song..the song...enough blabbing.
You see him sitting down the street aways
You pass him by and he asks you for some change
You shake your head, you lie, and you walk away
Looks like he won't be drinking his breakfast today
But thats your choice
So you walk away
You see him later that day as you make your way home
You tend to wonder if he got what he was looking for
To ease your conscience you say it would have gone down his throat
Instead what you don't give him goes right up your nose
But thats your choice
So you walk away
Why should I say anything about what you do?
It's not my business which place you go to
62nd Street will never miss him anyway
And you've got your change for another day
But that's your choice
So you walk away
That's your choice
So you walk away
Your stock goes down
And you walk away
You walk away
Adam
And on the 8th day God created the art of war...and laughing, planned the end.
Email: Guitar_Boy1@yahoo.com
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 12/15/2001 : 01:45:16 AM
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Hey Adam, thats a good one. I have often thought about that same thing only in the context of people not willing to give their change and then go home and pop it into a jar of change that they will never actually do anything with. Maybe you can add another verse. HEHE Very nice just like it is.
Peace & Keep the Faith
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Black Lotus
Fluffy-Esque
Burkina Faso (Upper Volta)
1043 Posts |
Posted - 12/16/2001 : 10:40:32 PM
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Nice Adam, I like that one too
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Jason
Chatterbox
194 Posts |
Posted - 12/18/2001 : 6:54:58 PM
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Here is a song that I have written
I know your feelin sad tonight....I can hear it in your voice
You think that that's the only way....Like you don't have a choice
Don't know what I'm gonna do.....about all the things I've done
How do I prove once again...That you're the only one
Chorus
Please tell Sarah it will be ok
Please tell Sarah love is on it's way...back home
I wanna tell you many things.....but I can't seem to talk
I wanna show you many things.....but I can't seem to walk
I know I've messed things up before...I only need a chance
To show you once again...A second try romance
Chorus
Back home X4 fade out
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GuitarGuy305
Alien Abductee
USA
2007 Posts |
Posted - 12/20/2001 : 4:27:25 PM
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Thats a good one Jason. Don't take this the wrong way but that almost sounds like it could be a country song. But for all I know, with the music youve got for it, it could be all out rock!!! :)
If you hate country with a passion...I take the comment back. :)
Adam
And on the 8th day God created the art of war...and laughing, planned the end.
Email: Guitar_Boy1@yahoo.com
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dirtysloth
Fluffy-Esque
USA
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ddupree
Is Anybody Here?
USA
19 Posts |
Posted - 12/23/2001 : 10:15:53 PM
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This is called the Truth of Life. I wrote this on 4-26-00.
sometimes i like to step back from my lifestyle of getting everything i want. i ike to observe the others who make me realize how lucky i really am. we, the lucky ones, take advantage of everything we have had given to us. we look down on those who do not enjoy all the luxuries that we don't even notice anymore. maybe the "not so lucky" ones have the advantage over us because they can see the truth of life. we have been blinded by the candy coated shell of the things that money can buy. sure, haveing money and being able to get the "wants" along with the "needs" is a great thing, but sometimes i feel that having all this is keeping the truth of life locked away behind an iron door. it makes me sad to those who don't have a key to this door. i wonder if they should be on my side of the door, or if i should be on their side (which one's fair)? don't get me wrong, i appreciate everything that i have been given, and i know sometimes i don't. it's just strange to me that we hae to bust our asses physically to revent busting our asses economically. life.
This may sound really stupid and redundant but a year and half ago it made since to me. I keep this and tons of other stuff i wrote in my wallet, why? i don't know
dusty
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 12/24/2001 : 05:34:14 AM
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WOW Dusty! Makes alot of sense to me. I would have never been able to put it so eloquently but I think the same exact kind of thoughts all the TIMe. In the TIMe that I have worked for TR I have had TIMe to stop and examine and reevaluate my life and have come to some hard realizations and decisions. Alot of them directly related to what you were saying. I think that I am much better person for those decisions. It was a hard road paved with much inner turmoil as most self discovery is. Sometimes you do not want to examine yourself to closely cause you may not always like what you see. Then you have to try and correct the problems. But the road on the other side is so sweet if you can get there. If there is anyone out there undertaking any kind of personal discovery or self examination, remember, it is not always easy but the life on the other side of the revelations can be sweet. Granted you choose to act and not follow the same patterns you are trying to escape. Self discovery is a beautiful thing!!!
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James M.
Chatterbox
USA
245 Posts |
Posted - 12/25/2001 : 12:36:47 AM
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gosh...u all have wonderful poems/songs whatever u want to call them..they are very deep..i have alot of songs i write for my band...id like to share...but i dont think they compare..i think ill just try to find what i think is my best one and put it on here.....ehh i will in a second..but for those of u who do write poems or songs...do u ever like really dislike what uve written like a few weeks or months after uve written it?...maybe its just me..but some stuff i write i think is just excellent and my best work yet at the time...but then a little while later...it just looks so meaningless..maybe thats just me changing or progressing...
james
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James M.
Chatterbox
USA
245 Posts |
Posted - 12/25/2001 : 12:47:10 AM
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okay...i went through alot of them...i like this one the best right now..so i guess thats what ill post...i dont think it compares do what u all have to offer..but here it is
let me lift you up
up to the highest mountains
let me hold u there
so u can smell the fresh air
think not of yesterday
tomorrow is on my mind
what changes will u bring
u speak soft and kind
ill lift u above me
where heartfelt thoughts tread
your my angel
the halo around my head
u open the curtains
and let hope shine
our heart and mind im sure
are perfectly in line
if i were any one other then me
i would have been you
for you see
i lift you up
and u peak my own
if i could lift you up
i would be whole
ill bare the hardships
placed around your soul
u have so much more to offer
my place is down low
i cant see what u can give
but that is not what i fear
its watching u from afar
like some lonley
and distant star
i just wish
to hold you up
for my place is down here
ready to catch
a joyfilled tear
that should fall from your eyes
i know my place
and its no suprise
i wish to hold u up
where the howling wind cries..
james
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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 12/25/2001 : 01:56:09 AM
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Hey James, thats really NICE!! I am envious I can't even really contribute in this ring. But I sure like reading all the other OFFERINGs. Everyone is SO creative. As per your comment about not liking your stuff a couple of weeks or months later, you have to remember, when you wrote it it was obviously the most important thing on your mind that the words came to you. Later the same words may not seem so meaningful as you have moved on to the next song or lyrics, whatever is pertinent at that moment. I think most artists feel that way. Look at TR and how he feels about Stream. Everybody else likes it but for him its this real old song that really doesn't hold the meaning for him anymore. Who wants to see TR performing a song he doesn't feel. Not me. It is probably a really hard balance as an artist to create and feel the same way about what you have created further down the line. There could also be the added element of...you may be struggling with a problem or a feeling and you sit yourself down write a poem, lyrics, or song, and this helps you to sort it out or solve the crisis and once the crisis is solved or at least you have gotten it out of your system in a poem, lyrics, or song you are free to move on to the next thing and then when you go back and look at it later the same feelings that inspired the piece are not there because thru the piece you have exorcised those demons to some extent. Like they say, "It helps to talk about it!" and in a way you are doing that by putting your thoughts down on paper. Same kinda thing, I think. Does this make any sense. It really is all speculation on my part. Hope it helps.
Peace & Keep the Faith
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GuitarGuy305
Alien Abductee
USA
2007 Posts |
Posted - 12/26/2001 : 12:09:07 AM
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Here's another one of my songs.
Only fate danced with you my friend, this day, in here
The only way to rid yourself of pain is come undone
I can't help undo what you did, this way it's not for me
The only one who can help you now is you, my friend, it's you
There's not a way to get out again
Who's to say we're wrong again?
Seek me out to hold your hand as you go through this hell
Tell me lies to ease my mind, so I will not be afraid
Give me hope in you my friend, that you will be alright
Just don't dare take hope away and give up without a fight
There's not a way to get out again
Who's to say we're wrong again?
Let's not worry
About things we can't deny
Those things we cannot change
But always try
I know you're worried
Well, so am I
Don't let your worry
Become your reason why...
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There's always ways to get out again
Who's to say we're wrong again?
Let's not worry
About things we can't deny
Those things we cannot change
But always try
You say you're worried
Well, so am I
Don't let your worry
Become your reason why
Become your reason why
There's always reasons why
You give up
Thanks,
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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Fluffy
Administrator
USA
10739 Posts |
Posted - 04/07/2002 : 10:05:07 PM
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Hell, lets just bring it back TTT and see if there are any new submissions and so the new folks can check out the previous posts.
Here was Erich with an H's latest offering.
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
Peace & Keep the Faith
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GuitarGuy305
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USA
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Posted - 04/10/2002 : 6:19:00 PM
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This is a song I wrote a few months ago. The lyrics are some of the more trite ones I've written, and I questioned posting it here...but what the hell...
Put your hand in mine, my friend
And walk with me all night
Walk all night beneath the sky
And cry about your life
I will lend you comfort here
That you will be all right
So take your heart out from your sheath
And let me feast my eyes
Because it's not hard to feel like leaving
When all you care about is gone
And can you keep your heart from freezing
Long enough to fall in love?
See the ways that I have changed
And lead me back to you
Give me time to get you back
And let us start anew
I can't see beyond your face
Or hear past your voice
It may make you uneasy
But I swear it's not my choice
The road is long to get to heaven
But it's shorter by your side
And I must keep my heart from freezing
So I must stay by your side
I need your warmth to keep me breathing
I need your will to stay alive
Let me be a part of your life
And I swear you'll be in mine
Put your hand in mine, my friend
And walk with me in life
Walk all night beneath the sky
And live your life
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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Poetry or Lyrics?
