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 Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 3:47 pm
Chasing Clockwork's Infinity
Here I am between the heavens and this Earth
I chase one man-call him Clockwork
The master of it all-he determines my fate
I am sent on my spiral by this fiend
He tempts me with his power
"Come have a taste of infinity"
I refuse and the chase ensues once more
Through time and, yes, even through space
I have chased him since my youth
My efforts always were in vain
But never did I give up on my quest
"Curse you, demon! I'll have you yet!"
What power have I in the end?
My body has aged in my pursuit of this phantom
My joints ache with Clockwork's strain
He has been sapping my strength this whole time
"So it has been all in vain in the end..."
I fall to the ground as my strength begins to leave me
Only then does Clockwork show himself
"Not in vain, friend. Your journey is just beginning."
Taking my hand, he lifts me to my feet
I feel my strength return to me as my body is renewed
"Your race was valiant, now here is your reward:
Take my place as Clockwork of this realm.
Lead these lost people and make them chase you.
When they too finish their race,
Reward them as I have rewarded you."
The body of my youth had returned as Clockwork vanished
But Clockwork never vanishes, does he?
In the end, the idea of Clockwork only changes bodies after all.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 1:35 pm
Ha ha, I'm not sure why you're sorry, but thanks! I'll go have a look at it now. I liked your last poem by the way. I can think of a few things Clockwork could represent, but somehow none of them quite fits . . . . an amazing poem, nonetheless. Gazma Yui of Morgance Gazma, I just realized something. I'm not crew, which means I can't edit the title of my post. Which means I can't change the date it was updated. Which makes me look pretty stupid . . . .
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:54 pm
I wrote it while listening to this song: Nuvole e Lenzuola by Negramaro. It's kinda catchy even though it's in what I believe is a Hispanic language. mrgreen
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 4:27 pm
oh? I'll have to look into it, then .. .
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:23 pm
Hey, all! I have another video you should watch: MikuMikuDance - Palette (PV) - VOCALOID Luka etc. This vocaloid video inspired my latest work:The Gentle HandsThe hands That swept away the ashes Were gentle But little did they know the tomb they uncovered Would become their own "Help us!" They cried Desperately they cried But their friends had vanished Their hope was left in darkness The light they had noticed Now faded from their eyes The gentle hands Still sifted through the ashes Might the light be found again? "If only our tears Could be heard from this place We have entered!" cried one "How I long for the day That your hands can Cares me once more." The gentle hands Now black from the ashes Cringed As they found a single ember One trace of light Now lay uncovered When all at once All of the ashes Sparked to life As glowing embers Those dull eyes Came to life once more As those gentle hands Uncovered their faces "Your tears can reach me now. I have pulled you back from the brink."
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:38 pm
--Unnamed--
White is the ceiling,
Empty as my heart.
Blank is the canvas,
An open door.
Dark is my paint,
The can is full like me.
Full of secrets.
Full of lies.
The painter is dead.
A forgotten legend.
His paint spills over,
His blood on the floor.
A dusty old painting
Is thrown away.
It's owner gone,
The painter as well.
It decomposes in the landfill,
His final work gone.
Now there is nothing left.
But there was never anything to begin with.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:41 pm
Infiniti Avian Dagurasu Ryu I think it's great! What do you think of mine? redface I love it! 3nodding It's insightful, and it has a kind of delicate balance of freedom and betrayal That's an interesting way to look at it. Not the emotion I wrote it with, but I guess that is how it comes off, huh?
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 11:45 am
The Guidelines
They gave you the guidelines, they showed you the rules,
They gave you your choices, put you in school.
They gave you the pathway that leads to success,
But in their minds, the pathway you want, doesn't exist.
What should you do, if you can't do what you wish?
You feel forced to follow their lists,
This isn't fair, you have to resist,
But what can you do when you're held by the wrist?
You want to break free, but the borders stay strong,
Your efforts still strenuous, the walls still not gone,
Throughout your whole life you don't want to belong,
To numbers and paper, but to story and song.
The walls have now fallen, their side has cracked,
You have prevailed, that's now a fact,
They gave you your leeway, what's holding you back?
You got what you wanted, what is it you lack?
Your forgot your reasons for holding a fight,
Your passion forgotten for your own right,
But you never saw the truth there in the lights,
You were the barrier, though not in your sight.
So now you follow the guidelines, which are the rules,
You look at your choices, these people aren't cruel,
The path that you wanted was open the whole time,
You just needed to get past your mind.
Thanks for reading ^_^
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 11:46 am
Very clever metaphor. The way I take it is you are talking about rebellious teenagers, or perhaps rebellious people in general. We grow up thinking that our way would be best, but we're restricted by these rules our superiors give us. As we grow up, however, maturity sets in (most of the time anyway) and we realize that the boundaries and rules were there for a reason. We lose our desire to go outside the boundaries and rules because we see that they were there simply to protect us...That's just what I got from it. 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 11:20 pm
wings
wings
i wish i had them
able to fly off in the sky
going as fast as i can
washing away all my worries in life
able to get away from the pain and suffering
when im scared i can just leave.
fly in the sky till im tierd
then go home and sleep
i can get to places faster and safer
no one can touch me nor see me
they cant keep up with me or come near me
im invisible to the world
wings
i finaly have them
(u can comment^-^)
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 3:53 pm
Gazma Very clever metaphor. The way I take it is you are talking about rebellious teenagers, or perhaps rebellious people in general. We grow up thinking that our way would be best, but we're restricted by these rules our superiors give us. As we grow up, however, maturity sets in (most of the time anyway) and we realize that the boundaries and rules were there for a reason. We lose our desire to go outside the boundaries and rules because we see that they were there simply to protect us...That's just what I got from it. 3nodding Thankyou. Thats pretty much it but the boundaries are more so like a line that you can step over in the end, instead of a wall. They are put there by others before you for your own good, as you mentioned, but you are still able to step over, maybe you needed to, maybe it was a stupid mistake. So the rules are just guidelines, they are there, but you aren't being forced to follow them. Sometimes we fail to see this, but most of the time realize it in th end. Thanks for your comment biggrin
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 4:14 pm
~The Gods of the Copybook Headings~
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Rudyard Kipling
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 1:18 pm
“My Heaven and Hell”
I’m giving the darkness all of my soul
But still I feel light breaking through
The whispers radiate the violence through my mind
Painting pictures of sin I will take to the grave
Your face still haunts me in my dreams
Your voice screaming in my ears
Through your pain I feel my own disappear
In your bleeding I feel my own wounds close
In this torment I feel the sorrow but I embrace it
For the sadism will set me free
Your eyes still watch me, even in the darkness of the night
Your presence still embraces me, though you are dead to me.
Within the temptation lies a path of destruction
And I am more than willing to give in
Like heroine you’re coursing through my veins
Giving me the power to take you down
In this fire you’re only ash
And I can only let you slip through my fingers
In this moment you are my target
The thrill of the chase exhilarating
I may be blinded by the anger but your fear lets me see
The scent of death still lingers, unable to retreat
Between heaven and hell we stand
Which path will we end up on?
You are the angel that I must destroy
But you give me the power I need
Sometimes I wonder which side I’m on
Until I see the destruction I have left behind me in my wake
Will you give in or will you let me tear you apart?
The destiny we have before us is one of torment and power
Filled with violence and despair
Intrigue and Wonder
You will not find what you’re seeking
Until you ask.
But what lies beyond the gate may not be the answer you’re looking for.
For we are all just a part of the darkness
But you and I, we are something completely different
And we will suffer someday.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 1:21 pm
Billie Joan The Guidelines They gave you the guidelines, they showed you the rules, They gave you your choices, put you in school. They gave you the pathway that leads to success, But in their minds, the pathway you want, doesn't exist. What should you do, if you can't do what you wish? You feel forced to follow their lists, This isn't fair, you have to resist, But what can you do when you're held by the wrist? You want to break free, but the borders stay strong, Your efforts still strenuous, the walls still not gone, Throughout your whole life you don't want to belong, To numbers and paper, but to story and song. The walls have now fallen, their side has cracked, You have prevailed, that's now a fact, They gave you your leeway, what's holding you back? You got what you wanted, what is it you lack? Your forgot your reasons for holding a fight, Your passion forgotten for your own right, But you never saw the truth there in the lights, You were the barrier, though not in your sight. So now you follow the guidelines, which are the rules, You look at your choices, these people aren't cruel, The path that you wanted was open the whole time, You just needed to get past your mind. Thanks for reading ^_^ This is a very good piece! Well done smile
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:10 pm
Dreaming Tears Tears of sorrow, tears of joy,
All a part of the good lords ploy.
We cry him a river, cry him a stream,
Until we wake to find nothing but dreams
We search for the source of our tears so much,
That we find our tears are now nothing but dust.
We then begin to cry out once more,
But our tears are left unanswered, forevermore.
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