The town was deserted, the bullentin boards lay abandoned,
the streets were lying helpless, the building torn in two
The field were burn down ashed and shambles,
And the park was a deadyl hell, when nobody knew
When the red came in flying, the shells shattered first,
like a snail hurt by an infant child in the afternoon sun
The sound was burning fire in your ears, you felt them burst,
You couldn't get your head on staright or get your legs to run
The fire licked your every skin, would't go away,
The look of it changed and touch feels dead and lumpy
the pain should subside but it grows stronger every day
and Feeling sad and cold and alone. The road ahead lies bumpy
When war befalls, it's not easy to see why it comes to you,
Or why you have to live through it all at the age of four.
And when the efects last a life-time, the bombs still fall on cue
In memory and dreaded mental rush in minds sharp core
To end it all I'd say to you hand over nothing of value
Do not give in hope or love or fear Or the terror of them has you
Do not give them a fear or a tear that they can take away
Just give them nothing and keep in yourself, the hope you carry each day.
It is about a man who did not see the love in his life falling away from him to the point where she killed herself. He is now looking back from the viewpoint of the third person.
when i read it, kind of makes me think of the relationship between dracula and cassandra in my forthcoming van helsing fic. although he did in some way love her, he didn't truly understand it or could hold onto her before she moved onto another in her life. than, his somewhat light view after her death and eveything...yeah.
i wish! i'll be seeing it next weekend though! i can't wait! i planned the story before i even seen the movie, but i didn't care. i just had to get an idea down and correct it after i see the movie!
Rubble was lying on the floor alright,
The celieling had caved in long ago
For weeks welay herehoping to be rescued
but the cage that had been wound round us
was inpenetrable as the sun
To all who wandered by the ruins,
and the dust clouds made them cough,
saw nothing but the dead cold pieces
and not us lying there underneath.
The thunder came from below us, shaking up the ground
the floor lifted and engulfed us
and the pillars pinned us there.
The days are few in numbers,
maybe two or three or four
and the news proclaims us dead and gone
and they don't bother to look for bodies.
They are saving the many thought to be alive,
can they not see we are in here?
so we'll lie in the dark untill we are found
we may be tragidies of the greatest twist
mother nature was punishing the living for killing
we are the first on her list.
The man who wrote the stories,
about men and women who flew,
who took their chances in glory
and walked on water and dew.
He wrote that they could read people's minds
and find their way in the dark
Had strength like all of their kind
and you could see them by their mark
The stories were never reality
nothing you could ever see
the stories were never eye candy
but fiction and surreal duality
But the stories he lavished on the learned fans
broke up in their childish minds
and from the type cast he could never aband
never stories of any other kind
Mr Surreal do you listen
to intuition any more?
Do you feel inspiration
and innovaton lapping on your minds vast shore?
So break free from the same pathway
And never get bored for your part
and never work for bloodpay
never let money replace your art.
Hallow matrix and the core of the earth, bring memories of my day.
People talking of their daily filth, and sickening somber way.
If not relationships and open court, or hell about their jobs
If not sex and drink a tall or short, or looks and of men and their nobs
Some conversation is hard to face, when fleeting devils are swearing
Some people make make makeup all of their haste, and live for life forbearing..
Do not toil in such shallow things, there's more to life than scheming
Talk to your spouce of thing other thank rings, or riches or watching the TV screaming.
If only for a second, let it be, let it be, and talk some sense upon me
For time is passing a second at a time, and feelings are leaving to shun thee.
Wasted air, and mellow fidelity, and seeping adoration
Will beind you close and hold yout tightly, and spare you information.
So let it be said you wasted not, and gave to poor and needy
And always were the human soul forgot, and gave your word unselfishly.
Speak to those who will really hear, think not of riches and jewellery.
For time is short and you will die, and in heaven those riches forget thee.
All material is copyrighted to DA Bergemann as stated here:
i'm feelin' that poem, lava remember talkin' with you about stuff like that at xanga. have i already asked you about registering at fictionpress.com? btw, good work lava as always!
She had been living with him for ten years,
of which she enjoyed three
She had been feeding him for ten years
And she had thildren - all three
She had sat at his side for ten years running,
and made him recover, when ill
She had given him her every love for ten years running
and she had payed every bill
But one day she saw and old classmate
Who se had known for ten long years
And prior to her marriage,
had loved him and been on some dates
He had grown into a gentleman
All she had come to admire
He was everything her husband could have been
And now, was her every desire
When he offered to help her,
and release her from her pain
her boredom would surley not release her
she decided to accept and accept later shame
After a couple of meetings
She decided to give in
And went to his hotel room
And betrayed her husband in sin
After the evening was over
she felt no crime, no shame
She felt she liked him better
And she'd leave her husband again
if he could not love her
As her friend from school shall
Then why should she stay there?
Why should she keep going back to hell
IN leaving her husband realised
How precious she came to be
And brought her home some flowers,
and read her poetry
Now upon hearing his pleading,
Her heart did swell and fall
she smiled and watched him leaning
The flowers at her new front door
Now this was all a fool
To trick him into sight
And she had left her friend from school
and loved her husband right
So when he came a-pleading
She opened up the door
and showed him in (she was leading)
and watched him to her implore
Today the woman is living
alone in her new flat
her husband and her are dating
and they are happier than that
Their children are so happy
The spark in their parents is there
So seperation was their ally
-their road to love and care
parting and the parttaking
Can have different results
The partaking gets tired and boring
But the parting reminds us of how we felt
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Poetry from LavaJ
Lava_wacky_j
May 18th, 2004 09:09 PM
i'll be seeing it next weekend though! i can't wait! 
i planned the story before i even seen the movie, but i didn't care. i just had to get an idea down and correct it after i see the movie! 
btw, good work lava as always! 
