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LBD's Writting

Once I watched the world, in stark contrast
I saw it in Black and White, with no morass
Pure, powerful, Eternal and separated
Always, was I told, the two are never integrated

Once I watched the world, alone on the hill
Shadows to find, time to kill
Something came, causing great vex
I tried to ward it away, with a quick hex

A little gremlin, rotten and old
His eyes shimmered of fire and gold
He sat down upon my knee
And he sang to me of what I would see

He sang me of the darkest black
He sang me how he could not hold it back
He sang me there, for me to find
I took it all, left none behind

I took my darkness, and more desired
Soon into the darkness I retired
The light, you see, it hurt my head
To the living, I believe, I was dead

I wandered like that for many a year
Wondrous things I saw, without fear
Without hope, or dream, or death or control
I spiraled down to the bottom of my hole

Once I watched the world, you see
Never again was I that free
Till the day came I was again up on high
I never believed what would happen to I

'twas the goblin from before, oh the brass
He came again, myself to harass
I prepared a spell, powerful and dark
When the goblin let out a terible spark

"The Light" he said "It is too strong"
"I thought I could controll it, I was wrong"
I saw now that he needed my skill
That Light would need a powerful will

I drank it all, every last drop
Drank it up, I could not stop
Greyscale descended, but not harmony
I remember hearing an odd symphony

I opened my eyes, and I rubbed my head
I looked around my tired little bed
I headed downstairs and went to the sink
From the faucet I got me a drink

Then I wither away, back to my slumber
Soon I was snoring like a mill on lumber
I visited wonders, I cried real tears
I lived many decades, in imaginary years

Once I sat alone, upon a high hill
I had Time to catch and Shadows to kill.
 
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This is English-textbook quality stuff, man.

Very awesome. Please post more when you get an opportunity.
 
A few lines, and maybe a stanzas or two are slightly off. Pretty good, though, for something I wrote just last night.

Edit:
Ahh found it! This is what I can do when I've been working on it for a while. It's old as hell now (Almost (not one, but 3) years) but it's still good.

Lament of the White Collar Worker/ Aka The Faceless Man

I got an easy job, no heavy liftin’
Quiet work at a desk inside
We’ve got air-conditionin’
Central heat, parking lots outside

I got a good life by most people standards
Never starved and, hey, I’m alive
I eat my lunch at the cafeteria
Filling meal, but I’m empty inside

I walk to work, see a thousand faces
No one knows me, no one cares
I’m just another walking number
A faceless man, ‘least no one stares

I've spent most my life in an office building
I’ve got paperwork coming out my ears
I’m 40 and look to be a hundred
I think I’ve aged far beyond my years

I work very hard at my insurance firm
Promised promotions never come
I'm years and years from my retirement
I hate where the money is from

When I was young I was a Heavy Rocker
Smoked some pot, wasted my time
My father was a company dispatcher
He stole my dreams, he broke my mind

My mother she was a stock broker
She lived her life takin’ other people’s bread
Once I thought that I was a rebel
But God was just playing with my head.

When I was twenty I went to collage
Skipped classes, barely got by
Now I work in an office building
Filling papers in the archive

When I was thirty I joined a bike-gang
With our Harley and Davidson rides
We were choppers, and we wore leather
We hung out in bar claimin' we had nothin’ to hide

We once thought we were tough big shots
We drunk bear an’ ate buffalo wings
We called ourselves the Holy Rollers
But in the end we owned too many things

I have a wife, and I barley know her
She's just some stranger, sharin' my bed
We got two kids and they don’t like me
Even though they call me dad

My son comes home and he’s in woman’s clothing
Wearing heavy makeup, some lipstick too
He brings home all his boyfriends
Dear God what should we do?

My daughter’s worse, she's lost her faith
She wears dark clothing with pagan signs
She spends her life in coffee shops
She's writing sad poems ‘bout suicide

I go to church every Sunday
Empty mass, silent prayer
I once touched the heart of God
Since then I've seen things no man should bear

Now here I stand at this microphone
The smell of burning bridges taints the back of my throat
But please don’t diss this faceless man
Though I'm in a company coat

I wanted to be a poet, or maybe a writer
Now I work for the hated foe
But despite all this, well, here I am
I hope you can see what I have to show

Now those of you who live in the shadows
I hope that you head me to my words
I’m a no one, my dreams have shattered
But you still have time to live out yours

You may ask, well, who am I?
I just a no one, but that’s alright
You should be asking who are you?
An' do you want to stand in the light?

Or will you stay in the deepest shadows?
Chose it now, fight or flight.
 
Soak up the sun
Have some fun
With everyone
Just soak up the sun

I was sitting, on a beach so white
When I saw me, my hearts delight
'Twas a bitty baby, and her eyes were so blue
Yeah, little baby, my heart goes to you

Soak up the sun
Have some fun
With everyone
Just soak up the sun

She was walking so smooth, with her head hung high
I think she glanced at me, when she went by
Her hair it hung down in the prettiest curls
Once I saw her I knew I wanted no other girls

Soak up the sun
Have some fun
With everyone
Just soak up the sun

I thought that my heart would stop in it's tracks
It was the perfect scene for sumer romance
When I stood up she glided over to me
Her beauty struck me blind, I could barely see

I knew this was my chance, I struck hard and fast
I said "Hello baby, I'm not here to give you sass"
"I just thought I'd tell you, this wonderful thing"
"Ever since I'd seen you, I've been living the dream"

Soak up the sun
Have some fun
With everyone
Just soak up the sun

Now it's been twenty years, and what d'ya know
My baby is here, she's not just for show
A smarter pretty girl, you will never see
I feel so lucky that she chose me

Our little daughter is as cute as can be
And some day she's gonna walk by the sea
There she might find some guy, lucky son of a gun
She's gonna find him, and say that he's the one

Oh little girl, don't give your daddy a fright
Don't know that your are his and mommy's delight
So when you're walking on the beaches, please
Make sure the young man you chose is not a sleaze

Soak up the sun
Have some fun
With everyone
Just soak up the sun
 
I once was a man, of pain and strife
The fires of my heart consumed my life

My body cried, my mind was rife
The raw edges of my heart, did cut like a knife

My mind was a tower, of unrivaled height
But my soul was large, and filled with might

An artist’s soul, and a logicians mind
I could but hope for a balance to find

I felt like I was a freak on a stage
I was trapped by love, I was caught by rage

Other people rarely came too near
They watched me with uncomprehending fear

My friends decided to get doctors involved
They took me away to get my problems solved

They locked my heart in a chemical cage
I can’t feel love, I can’t feel rage

I walk through the crowds so near
My body is strong my thoughts are clear

My heart is now an empty void
I can’t take pleasure in things that I once enjoyed

I can’t feel envy, or empathy
I’d even take pain’s bittersweet symphony

They trapped my soul in an iron hard cage
I wish for love, I wish for rage

Society it did this to me
They couldn’t stand that I was free

But I don’t want your sympathy
They cured me of my insanity

I work hard, and make an honest wage
It’s rather a lot for my current age

In my apartment, I live alone
Without a heart, where is my home?

A sea of people and they’re all the same
That’s what I’ve joined. I should feel ashamed

I act just like a puppet on a stage
Perhaps I should just disengage

My mind and body work in unity
They say I’m a well-adjusted member of society

When my friends are hurt my face is bland
I’m afraid that I just don’t understand

In the end I have but myself to blame
I let them take me my heart to maim

I’ve locked myself in this amphetamine cage
I’m scared of love, I fear my rage

I wish I could spill my heart into my poems
But I can only find meaningless homophones

My soul is locked up in a material cage
I’ve lost much much more than love and rage

I live my life in a robotic age
We’re all locked up in our own little cage
 
Thanks for the feedback people. Advice is more then welcome. And here's a special ode to my current, sweet, rather innocent, girlfriend (she's two years older then me (She's 21 as I write this), but everyone thinks *I*'m the one robbing the cradle) Took her a bit of beating around the bush to tell me she liked me too. This was written for the same reason I write all of my poetry: because I got a line stuck in my head, and liked how it sounded, then built the rest of the poem/song around that set of sounds.

I see a girl,
playing with my hair
Short cute girl,
I see her everywhere

Loving, In school
Sweet and innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

Every recess, she’s there,
Sitting on my bench
In the darkness, she’s there,
When I close my eyes

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

She says she hates me
To me she’s very cruel
She really loves me
That is so uncool

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

She finally tells me
My heart it gives a jump
She really tells me
I feel like a chump

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

My new friend
We’re all sappy
My good friend
I feel happy

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

Pretty flowers,
Which I give to her
Such sweet flowers,
I think I hear a purr

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

Happy memories
Warm bright sun rays
Such grand memories
Of such happy days

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

They’re gone now
They’re from long ago
I can’t think now
My tears begin to flow

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

Today I found
Cute girl with happy face
Hanging around
She came back to my place

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

Sweetness, Starlight
Romance is in the air
Dancing in moonlight
Innocence can still be there

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget

Loving, In school
Sweet and Innocent
Loving, Like new
You’ll never forget
 
For this poem imagine a relativly high male voice singing the things out of the parenthesis, and lower voice chanting the things in the parenthasis.

Dragon:

I can’t take this for another hour
(It’s time for me to quit this game)
End the quest for money and power
(Take my cash and take my blame)

The dragon is getting old
(Say his name if you have no fear)
His age and power make him lizard cold
(Know that the end is near)

I dance the dance of life an death
(How many souls have I entrapped)
My power is all I have left
(How much will have I sapped)

The dragon is getting old
(The chant it rises around the world)
He’s a weak old man, he’ll surely fold
(The opening blows have been hurled)

I’ve stabbed many friends in the back
(There is no one that I can trust)
I’m getting tired of constant attacks
(My iron will begins to rust)

The dragon is getting old
(Perhaps he’ll give in without a fuss)
His throne will go to the bold
(Who will succeed him among us)

I’ve given up, retired my name
(Time to rest and sleep sound)
Know that the dragon felt no shame
(Soon I’ll sleep underground)

The dragon is getting old
(It’s time for him to retire)
His title is worth more then gold
(Fight for the reigns of his empire)

These dark moments have a familiar ring
(I fear what I have become)
The king is dead long live the king
(Time for me to swallow my gun)
 
We are made of clay

Drum, Drum, feet on earth
Marching to our grave
Drum, Drum, rain on dirt
We are marching slaves

Listen the thunderous heart pound
We have no time to save
Tales of life we pass around
In no hurry to reach our grave

Yell, yell, cry out aloud
We took and took and never gave
Yell, yell, voice lost in crowed
We have no soul for you to save

Our red mud, thicker then blood
Hear the call of the army strong
On we march, like a flood
Listen and tremble at our song

Charge, charge, many and none
Nothing breaks the inhuman wave
Charge, charge, hard we run
Our tireless legs never gave

Before us all does give way
Life and death they have so sway
Hear the roar of our hurray
 
Unempathic

Sliding through the shoals of sand
I drank and drank that somber sea
The poisons of the fish devour the land
At times I wonder where was

My knee, scrapped and bleeding, blisters
Like bubble wrap, my childhood dreams
Imaginary friends, and my dreamed of sisters
Life is a barren field waiting for

Spring forth, I say, we can take them!
We be many men, and we be men this day!
We will rush again and again!
Those who do not surrender we will

Sleigh bells ringing on my rooftop
Is Santa here early?
Excitedly, up the stairs I hop
My voice an excited

Slurry. Slush, snow and rain
Covering the world in wet
Days like this are just a pain
Most people stay inside I

Bet, gamble on the horserace
Lay your money on the mark
Just put it down, see? Jefferson’s facer
Lost your money? Them’s the breaks. It’s getting

Dark. My eyes don’t want to open
Ill, I wait under the covers hiding
From what must come, I dare to hope
But no, vomit up my throat comes
 
Disclaimer. Written in such a way that it might be offensive. Views may or may not be my own. Some may be satire.

I am using, on assignment, a different style of poetry then normal. Because I am working out of genra, I do not know how good they are.

An Implicit Study of Caucasian American Sexuality

Let my mistress be wicked

Let my wife be a nice girl, that I may care for her
Let her hips be wide that she bear my children safely
Let her dugs be full of milk that my children may drink
Let her be kind and gentle unto all things that my children shall be cared for
Let her be clean, well mannered that I may not be embarrassed
Let her be spiritual, that my children have a guiding light
But, most important of all
Let my mistress be wicked, that I may love her

Dull
She strutted, in shimmering light
Red silk stockings, black leather skirt
Nurse’s cap, with blood red cross
Black electric tape, in places that would hurt
Beside her I danced, a dull flower

Gift offered and rejected
“I love you” I whispered into her ear, our bodies pressed tight and warm, as we lay on the tussled bed. “I would protect you, and care for you, till the end of days”
“Ah?” Her wily voice responded as her eyes gleamed “But what if I don’t want to be protected?”

Wisdom or?
“Why is it” I asked, smelling her hair “That you are so wise?”
“Why is it” she responded, her laugh tickling my throat “That you think that I am wise?”

Wisdom whispered on pillow side

“I…” I started.
She pressed her lips against mine
All sound ceased

Unknown

“Tell me you love me.” I requested, as I stroked her will known form,
“If I do so” she responded “You will always wonder if I said it just because you asked”
“If you don’t I will always wonder if you truly love me” I pleaded
“If you don’t know already, you will always wonder” She responded sedately “Now be silent and let the moment begin again”


Don’t try to understand

“Don’t try to understand me” She shouted as she stood by the man who beat her.
I shrugged, smiled vaguely, and nodded. After all, what was there to understand?
 
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