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On the Summit

Altmer

Banned
On The Summit

The birds hover over the mountain tops,
waiting like clouds in the summer sky.
Caught a couple from the corner of their eye,
their hair blowing in the cool rain drops.

She said nothing in the icy cold breeze,
but just laid her hand on my shoulder.
Just waiting for the day to grow older,
just waiting for our fingers to freeze.

And as a young sun dawned from behind,
it lifted a ray of hope into the air
that shone straight on her blushing face.

For a moment I just stood still to find,
my hands stroking her raven dark hair
two smiling sapphires glinting through the haze.

-------

Verne won't like this, but I do.
 
Memory Lane

Through memory lane I walk on a street of cobblestones
like someone would spray water; spray fire; spray ice
all over the tiny little rocks that make up my dark road
Make me drown; make me swim; make me ignite.

(i wonder if this is all just the world's pain boiling inside
but I guess it's time to let all the words out tonight)

And as I trip over a trip through the corners of my brain
twirling round my thoughts in my head! in my skull!
all the flashes of things that I once knew drive me insane
Make me go mad; make me blank; make me null.

(and before you think that this is all a crazy dream
i think it's time to show the world all that I've seen)

I wake up to a red morning on a cold damp earth
the ground makes me sick; it covers me with filth
as I lay face down facing the stones and the dirt
Make me forget; make me stop; make me wilt

(I wish I had a picture to hold up to the world's face
but the candles are only lit with utter disgrace)

and I see your eyes stare into mine vividly
I want you to take my hand; take me away
raise me up on my blistered feet and lead me
Make me go home; make me breathe; make me pray.

(this pain that I know only I will handle in my life
but only you can make it so that I'm still alive)
 
A Vortex of Thoughts

breathing in and out to the rhythm
of a steady beating heart; paradigm
of life; of love; of what we call purpose,
of what we call the mysterious...
nature of a race called humankind?

such a pretty thing to behold
like the sun in the afternoon,
showers of rain glowing red
of eyes that glint like sapphires;
lips smiling at me in this warm bed.

such a fiery thing to behold
burning like a campfire; lit
like a thousand candles; sacred
flames in the holy churches
ignite the core of the righteous.

before these cold waves crash over
our locked heads; onto our shores
their music plays one last chord
the noise dies away in the wind;
our souls together like ne'er before.
 
Heart Before the Brain

who draws first blood? sometimes it doesn't matter
when the stain is on your sword you are to blame
no matter if the steel handle onto the floor clatters
you lost the favour and you're the one that's ashamed

whose is the blade? sometimes you just don't care
you're still the one that stabbed her in the heart
not an issue if your judgement is completely fair
there's still a searing pain that tears you apart

who cut the wounds? who cares when she just yells
you're still the one that feels when she goes insane
and she doesn't want to take your offered help
even though your heart comes before the brain

who got the last word? well you don't care anymore
you know you're all wrong inside there and then
you haven't felt like you let her down before
but now that you know you will never do this again
 
Maybe I Would Try To Forget Tonight If I Knew It Would Be Better

maybe i would
try to forget
if i could...

wash up on the shore
lie dead in the sand
like a lost whale
just before they come
breathing stops

maybe i would try to forget
if someone told me to
maybe i would try to leave
if someone forced me to

like a leaf on a tree
in a cold autumn storm
blown onto the ground
rotten and decayed
food for the maggots
food for the worms
and then travelers
gather my friends
and watch me burn

maybe if they said
what's in my eye
i cut my wrists
on shards of glass

maybe if they said
what makes me bleed
what pulled the plug
in my blank mind

like a grain of sand
in the desert storm
just one of a lot
maybe a million
maybe a billion
counted more than me
but i see no change
i see no difference
they're just as sad
and just as lost
and end up far away
stranded from home

maybe if they said
that it would be ok
to pull the trigger
i would do it

maybe if they told me
i could quit breathing
i would listen up
and heed their advice

maybe if they told me
i was already dead
i would feel better
inside my broken head
 
Blood Red Skies (Goodbye Love)

tonight I'll watch the sun go down
beyond the crimson horizon
tonight I'll watch the sun settle
beyond the sapphire seas

tonight I'll wrap my arms 'round you
as you lay my head to rest
tonight I'll wrap my lips 'round yours
as you lay my mind to waste

but tomorrow the sun will rise
dawn under a blood red sky
but tomorrow the sun will rise
dawn under your glowing eyes

in the crimson morning we leave
and we kiss until the end
in the crimson morning I remain
but you already said goodbye
 
Have you ever considered getting some of these published?

I have a file with about 110-115 pages of poetry, I would but I'd have to dig through an INSANE stash of stuff, and I'd have to go back and edit a lot of them because the early ones are very different from the later ones for example. I'd have to have some form of continuity, a uniting theme and most of mine are just too scattered and thematically all over the place.

But thanks for the compliment :)
 
On that note, here's an older one from the that I wrote during the old forums and entered in a poetry contest (it came in second). It's very different from the more love-oriented poems that I am more into nowadays or the old-school megadepressing shit I used to write, it's more of a fantasy thing. I've always been particularly proud of this one. Also note that it's stylistically completely different.

The King and the Gambler

In a castle in the lands of the west - far beyond
The world that we live in - resides an olden king.
A grey beard adorned his face and he wore a ring,
Made of the purest gold, symbol of the eternal bond.

He ruled over evergreen forests and sky blue lakes,
The shimmering of the setting sun lit up a red sky
The king watched the last bees zoom and birds fly,
Sleeping on the shores till his last dawn came to break.

That fateful morn a man in rags arrived - I cannot say
where he dwelt - in the court of the handsome lord.
He brought nothing with him save his life's discord,
And two spare dice that were always in his mind's sway.

The king asketh of the man: "Who art thou, what is thy name?
From whence comest thou to seek refuge in my halls?"
"I was imprisoned in between the Dark Lord's stone walls,"
Said the old man, "but I seek revenge for his evil games!"

"That damned devil gave me nothing but two spare dice,
His curse leads me to forever waste my life on a lost chance!"
The gambler faced the king, his gaze once gliding askance:
"Please help me to pay that man back, not once but thrice!"

"But why would I waste my resources on an ungainly war?
My women and children cry when their husbands travel far.
My rule prospers in peace; we need not fight for the stars:
I and my subordinates are very happy with where we are!"

"A just question, my lord!", said the gambler with a look
- deceptive like the mirror - in his blazing emerald eyes
"Yet I have heard he plans to sound his new battle cries:
He is out to conquer the world, every cranny and nook!"

"Prove this treachery to me, my friend!" replied the king.
"Lay down one o' thy dice, and three times rolled it shall be!
If three sixes come up in total, then luck shall not be with thee!
God shall prove thy worthiness of the power of mine ring!"

Once the gambler rolled, the king watching the table close
But no sign of treason or dishonesty was there to be found.
It seemed that like the gambler's tale was all safe and sound
Yet from the die's primal throw the Gambler's first six rose.

Now the gambler made ready for his fateful second throw,
Slowly extending his hand and the die clattered face down.
The king said "Another six? I shall truly eat my golden crown
If with this luck thou cometh up with three strikes in a row!"

Then the gambler merely smiled, and rolled for the last time,
The king gazed in horror as there appeared the last six.
"Oh, thou damned liar, thou shalt suffer on the holy crucifix!
For thou art no Gambler, thou art the Devil in human grime!"

A beastly laugh shook the marble halls of the king's royal fort
And a blazing mask fell from the wise old man's wrinkled face.
Suddenly the stone archways above erupted in a crimson blaze
And Lucifer himself laughed cruelly, but made no verbal retort.

"Damn thee, curse thee, bring thyself back to thy pits of fire
I shall not be taken in with halls of brimstone and sulfur clouds!
Choke on thy own words, suffocate in thine own ashen shrouds!
Thou art the world's biggest cheat, thou art an inhuman liar!"

But then the devil replied, his grin widening in a fiery breeze:
"You have lost the game, my friend. When I laid down my dice
You sold your soul to me! In return I now shall claim your life!
Down to the boiling hot oil pits thou shalt now come with me!"

The king's body fell ungracefully down onto the stone cold floor.
The devil's malice echoed through the chambers one last time.
Then in a flash of scarlet light, he vanished without a sign,
Leaving the king's corpse to burn in his wake forevermore.
 
Of The Stars And The Sun

Together we are staring
Up
At the inky black sky

The night littered with dots
Light
Flashing brilliant colours

The zodiac turns over us
Slow
In the course of a year

Your hand strung in mine
Soft
Eyes raised at the dark

And then the sun drifts
In
To a beautiful end

Bright crimson streaks appear
Rise
Our last sight for tonight
 
February, 1953

enter night and cold rain
enter the flood
enter the crashing waves...

on top of these rusted rooftops
in the wake of the flashing lights
beneath the water rushes by
carrying along the dying souls

there are chairs floating and sinking
an old sofa bobbing on the stream
and when i touch the filthy liquid
i see a picture of a married couple
lost forever in the churning sea

out of the inky void surrounding me
i can hear many anguished cries
a cradle with a drowning baby
a toddler trying to stay alive
and their mother on the roof
in distress watching them die

"On this night, enter rain
enter the storm
from the west it came
a thousand souls died tonight
mothers children wives husbands
toddlers pets grandparents
no one was saved from the flood
when it rushed upon the shore
may their blessed hearts rest in peace
under the waves of the sea forevermore."
 
Everything's Ruined

tonight a star fell from the sky
it caught the corner of my eye
I pulled it out of my blurred sight
and turned 'round to face the light

so there's you with a glittery face
ready for a smile and warm embrace
but just before I reach out to you
you tell me there's more than us two

his dark hair about him in drapes
I watch as all my hopes are raped
a dream of a husband and wife
stabbed in the back by a knife

next time a star falls from the sky
and catches the corner of my eye
I'll let it crash into the ground
so the light won't make me turn 'round.
 
Watching My Own Grave

In the dead of night
an old tombstone stands tall.
Covered with moss
the stench of death pervades all.

Under the old dead tree
hearken! the old owl's cry.
I stand and watch
my own grave bleeding dry.

My sharp yellow eyes
pierce through night's veil.
My own face I see
like a shadow derailed.

A writing in marble
engraved a bleak epitaph.
The blackened quote
elicits a shrieking laugh.
 
A Presumptive Tale of a Wishful Guy and a Hot Girl Getting Smashed In Town On the Weekend

if i get stoned
and you get drunk
on a cold night
in november
will you share this experience
will you come over to sleep
on the couch
so I can take the bed

and there is puke
a stain of blood
both too asleep
to just wake up
and clean up this horrible mess
just so we can wonder
were we drunk
what we actually did

when it's all clean
and shining bright
our eyes open
our faces smile
will you thank me for the evening
will you brush your teeth
and hug me
kiss me on the lips
 
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