Belial Posted August 2, 2007 Share Posted August 2, 2007 Again, sorry I'm late on this. Also I honestly don't mind brutal criticism, so bring it on. I God never lied to me, though he often left out details for my own protection The Profit never led me astray But he never quite managed to point me in the right direction And Buddha never done me wrong Though I was never quite able to find perfection So now where do I turn, where do I go When the winter blows and buries my house in snow? Can the salvation of man be so apropos And can man trade his idols in a clever quid pro quo And save himself instead; a mighty gift to bestow On such an undeserving creature as man. (Has there been greater Justice since this world began?) --------------------------------- II It is not hedonism I hate, but hedonism without the touch. Man and woman should eat and drink and smoke, fornicate and love. Yes love! For we can not touch God and God can not touch us, so we must touch each other and hold each others face and gaze into the eyes, and unashamedly love --------------------------------- III I can't handle this sex; this sexuality. It's too much. When I touch her The physicality of it is too much; The emotionality too much. It leaves me burned out and gulping. But I'm good at it and I know it. I put my whole self into it. My whole self save a corner of my mind; The corner where I scream and writhe. Would I be better off gelded? Would I shoot straiter then, would my aim be true? Would the seeds that I plant bear fruit? Would I be able to sleep then; soundly in my strait bed? Would my head be emptied of doubt? But what do I doubt about? --------------------------------- IV Am I Abel, or am I Cain? Do I watch the flock, or do I reap the grain? Am I destined to be favored or doomed to be shamed? Is it already set in stone, or can I choose to conqure sin? Is my strength from without of is it born from within? Was it really me who murdered my beloved brother; twin timshel --------------------------------- V This Cosmopolitan Love Where no one comes to play Unbeaten; unbroke A trail of bodies Reaches back behind us all Ten miles long and going strong And everyone has their walls Which I know I could break If I could get out from behind my own But I can't take that chance That chance gets me hurt That chance leaves me face down Crying in the dirt --------------------------------- VI I cut off all my hair last night on a whim. or maybe it wasn't. maybe it was subconscious and sub par. Sigmund Freud I don't believe you! why do you have to make everything less beautiful? why should sex get old and stale and worn-out? it's all animal, thats why. I'm no better then a beast well I'm sick of being told what I am and am not I am whatever I say I am the man I am and want to become Your religion of science is bunk! it holds no power over me now. I will evolve as I see fit Natural Selection be damned! Relativity be damned! its all beautifully relative to me a Cosmic Brannigan not some goddamn Big Bang --------------------------------- VII - Icarus Plunged With unchecked, reckless force, he hit the clear blue water. The crisp coolness of the sea; sharply contrasted the heat of the sun. It solidified the wax. It took his breath away. He tried to swim; the ruined remains of wings squandered his efforts. Vainly he kicked and clawed at the water. The world seemed to swell; Whirl. He blinked. Everything was clear. How cruel of the gods, to grant him this moment of absolute realization, right before the end. A realization, which let him see that there could only be one prayer worth saying. Only one prayer that would give him escape. He surrendered. Opened his mouth; his throat. And for the second time in his sad short life, he was free. ________________________ To America, With Love I was an American Back when America was proud When neighbors were neighbors And sons buried their fathers Thats not how it is now I was an American But probably not again Wandering the nights and the infinite spaces Searching for something that needs to be found I was an America Now blacklisted Now bombed Once drugged Once found I was an American A poet; A man A person who somehow found the will to stand But thats all gone for now, though it might well return with a change in the wind I was an America But I'm not that now I'm so lost, so gone Maybe out there there's a song That will bring me back home And let me sleep for a night But I haven't found it yet And I don't think I might. Link to comment
Chris Posted August 2, 2007 Share Posted August 2, 2007 I'll give a more thorough response later, but I loved IV. EDIt - I don't have much more to say but all are fucking fantastic. IV and the last one are my favorite. Link to comment
Ceraziefish Posted August 3, 2007 Share Posted August 3, 2007 Holy fuck. All of these are great, especially the last two. Link to comment
FaultyClockwork Posted August 3, 2007 Share Posted August 3, 2007 I'm speechless and humbled. Link to comment
Belial Posted August 3, 2007 Author Share Posted August 3, 2007 While I do enjoy feedback in any form, I was kind of hoping for something a little more constructive... Thank you very much though guys. Link to comment
Mithrandir Posted August 3, 2007 Share Posted August 3, 2007 While I do enjoy feedback in any form, I was kind of hoping for something a little more constructive... Thank you very much though guys. I actually do have some constructive stuff to say about this piece, but I'm about to go to work. I'll post it later tonight. It'll probably be pretty long tho. Link to comment
amy Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 I don't have any constructive feedback, but yeah these are amazing. I couldn't even read them all at once. I spaced them out with like an hour between Link to comment
Belial Posted August 4, 2007 Author Share Posted August 4, 2007 I am almost tempted to post a few more... Link to comment
Ceraziefish Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 I am almost tempted to post a few more... Do it. I'd give more constructive feedback but I totally fail at poetry. Link to comment
FaultyClockwork Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 I really don't know what to say other than that. :unsure: Link to comment
Belial Posted August 5, 2007 Author Share Posted August 5, 2007 I really don't know what to say other than that. Well, I wouldn't mind if you tried to figure out exactly why you liked any particular poem or line or whatever. Link to comment
Belial Posted August 5, 2007 Author Share Posted August 5, 2007 A couple other ones I had laying around. VIII A subtle shift of languid light Slips lazily through the curtains; Red tinted but bloodless. It rebounds off The old grandfather clock And ancient vase That stand in the corner As silent sentinels Who watch over me With gazes of contempt As I lie lifeless on the floor. --------------------------------- IX Watery graves, far away from shores; The Patriot praises, the sailor deplores. The Widow hides letters in secret dresser drawers, And curses her heart; another casuality of the war's. She makes her way dockside, past the rigging and oars. She stands on the planks where her lover's ship moors, And to that desolate and empty sea she scurrilously implores, "Give back to me the dead!" but the ocean only roars. --------------------------------- X My rivers are dammed up Jammed up Straining to break free And she won't take and he won't take and I won't take me as me But what then? When the levies break and my world becomes the sea What then my friend? Can I continue to be? --------------------------------- To America, With Love (P.S.) Ms. America sing to me, your sweet sickly song Ms. America scream at me, whenever I am wrong. Ms. America ask of me, to die for higher cause. Ms. America chastise me for breaking fickle laws. Ms. America watch over me, as I lie in my bed Ms. America spy on me, and steal the thoughts from out my head. Ms. America, oh maiden fair Who has no single fault Your sons and daughters stand proud for you Your sins they must exult. Link to comment
Battle_Pope Posted August 6, 2007 Share Posted August 6, 2007 You've broken my wall, broken my dam I am who I am and I don't give a good god damn Your poems speak to me louder than the devil ridin up my spine with a bottle of bourbon and words more poisonous I say, more poisonous than strychnine I read them earlier but couldn't comprehend needed to fix my brain needed to mend the self I couldn't see and now i've found the wealth, it was me Inspiration truly rises from the inner the outer disappears, vomits, gets thinner So thank you for the truth it's more than enough proof that we're on paths, that we will rise up, become the winner. Link to comment
Belial Posted October 13, 2007 Author Share Posted October 13, 2007 A song I wrote a couple days ago. I'll have a recording up once I get a chance. To become Prometheus Unbound Tumble down Caucasus to the ground Brush yourself off and have a few drinks Well what do you know right now; what do you think? "Was it worth it to you?", we'll ask with aplomb "Was it wort it to you to give us the bomb?" Oh... Prometheus Unbound, what have you found? Would you do it again; would you weather the pain Would you even keep me around? Or would you take back all of the black weary days you had to spend down Oh... Prometheus Unbound Look around Prometheus Unbound You're renowned Prometheus Unbound The world ends; there isn't a sound Well thanks for nothing Prometheus Unbound Well I know all of your gifts where broke from the start And that one branch of fire doesn't set us apart Oh... Prometheus Unbound, what have you found? As your cities sink in the sea; crumble down, down to the ground Would you take back all of the black weary days you had to spend down Oh... Prometheus Unbound Link to comment
Ceraziefish Posted October 14, 2007 Share Posted October 14, 2007 I really like it. I'd like to hear the song, too! Link to comment
Belial Posted October 14, 2007 Author Share Posted October 14, 2007 I really like it. I'd like to hear the song, too! I'm not sure the rest of my band gets it though. Link to comment
Belial Posted November 8, 2007 Author Share Posted November 8, 2007 Meh... whatever. I didn't feel like recording it again. http://www.megaupload.com/?d=NQCOVTHP Link to comment
Ceraziefish Posted November 8, 2007 Share Posted November 8, 2007 I enjoyed it quite a bit. Link to comment
Belial Posted July 16, 2008 Author Share Posted July 16, 2008 I was tooling around with this over a bluesy riff I wrote last week. Meh, but its better than just sitting idle. I guess we all just want to ride that wave. Right on. I guess we all just want to play the game; hope I'm wrong. Sooner or later we're gonna all lose... Sooner or later we're all pay our dues... Seven & Seven, now we're getting pretty close Our glass half empty, lets now raise them up and toast We might as well just live it up while we can... Lets all act surprised when the shit hits the fan... Link to comment
Belial Posted July 17, 2008 Author Share Posted July 17, 2008 I met God face to face and offered him a cigarette, asked him to please sit down, if maybe he would like to chat. And so he sat and for a while we talked of this and that Until the moon crept 'top the treeline, I remember it was fat, And a moonbeam struck his eye, and he looked about to cry. I can no longer weep, I supposed that's why I'm not divine. Link to comment
Ceraziefish Posted August 13, 2008 Share Posted August 13, 2008 I really like the stanza beginning with 'Seven and seven...' Link to comment
Belial Posted February 13, 2009 Author Share Posted February 13, 2009 Sorry in advance. -------------------------- These days I'm living out of vending machines. (getting my calories for the change) Cause who has the money for a meal? And who has the time for a talk; who has the sense to speak to me true? These days Who's doing all the asking? Who stalwart enough to speak? I haven't heard an answer but the hunger has made me weak And my stomach's snarl 's distracting, to say the very least. So these days I'm sustained by hope and cigarettes, and the snack sized heal of my shoe. The promise of so many tomorrows that I don't know what I would do with all those drawn out days. Probably just waste them away. -------------------------- What say you rotting ginsberg? What wisdom do you pass from beyond the grave? Now that you are joined with the infinite and the worms what truths have you learned? From your place beyond this universe; what truths? What was it like to become part of god? My brothers and I are all failures. Chewed up and spat out, but still alive. Perhaps better to have died. We wander around these too clean streets dreaming only of filth, and all our songs are filth but we sing them still. All of my sisters are liars They know a tune that they will not sing Everyone of their faces is smiles, but they're drowning their pillows in tears rotting ginsberg you failed to mention all of this. Every road ends eventually and leaves you only beat. What do you do when there are no roads left I wonder? When your thumb is worn out; there's no traffic for days. The bucket that held all my dreams has a leak, I can not recall when they all trickled out; And all the wells have gone dry. My digits grow cold and my hands can not hold. Rotting ginsberg I hope we never meet. -------------------------- I'm sick I've got that god complex; got it bad. Trying to form people in mine own image. Just beggin for a blank slate. Begging for a lump of fresh, fleshy clay To let my hands and egos have their way, At sixes and sevens with my rearing. But the hazard is in the hearing, Its always in the hearing. Every word muddled more than the last SO why tie a man to the mast? Each one was mad before they caught a single note. Living by the rote Link to comment
Ceraziefish Posted February 14, 2009 Share Posted February 14, 2009 I really dig your poetry, man. It's really haunting and... damn, it always seems to go along with what I'm thinking about. Link to comment
Belial Posted February 14, 2009 Author Share Posted February 14, 2009 Been thinking of putting together a collection entitled "Songs From Our Utopian Future" This is the first piece. The Start at the End Looking back on this, our 21st Century, our third millennium, our second long day. Its hard to remember how no one seemed to know the direction we where headed, stuck on the same old ideals as the last 5,000 years!! as we where. No one seemed to recognize, as we took everything we had and stuffed it into a box and gave it to everyone, (New Low Price! Free!) what the masses would do with the masses of knowledge we so humbly laid at their feet. "Knowledge is Power" that's what they use to say. So the smartest thing we ever did was give it all away. Link to comment
Ikari Warrior Posted February 20, 2009 Share Posted February 20, 2009 I attached some critiques of your 07 poetry. I wish I'd seen this thread...two years ago...Belial_poetry.doc Link to comment
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